#Bonnie gold imagine

[pacifymebby]

Stormy Weather

Warnings: vague breeding kink, very nsfw

Thank you to the anon that sent me this idea I've been obsessing for weeks.

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The walls of your little vardo creaked as the storm raging outside rocked your little sanctuary on its wheels. With every gust of wind the wood which housed you, kept you safe from the battering rain, groaned and squeaked. In the sky above you flashes of lightning were followed by ominous rumbling growing more violent with every clap of thunder. As the wind howled the forest trembled but you and Bonnie barely noticed the bad weather, far too focussed were you both on other things.

Other things like each other.

In that moment, with your legs locked tightly around Bonnie's shoulders as he nuzzled into your neck and buried himself deeper inside you with every ragged thrust, the only sounds which mattered to either of you were the sounds you made as you came together once again...

Something had snapped inside you earlier that evening. Perhaps it had something to do with the weather... The four days of suffocating heat which had dragged out, stifling the English countryside as they scorched the land. The change in the air when on the fifth day clouds had rolled in and the earth had taken on that anticipatory dampness, the trees and the grass releasing pollen in preparation of the wind and the rain it could feel on the horizon so that the forest had smelt vibrant and alive... Heavy.

Perhaps it had been that anticipation, that rising tension which had bristled between every living creature, flora and fauna alike, a building static electricity...

Whatever it was it had gripped you both too tightly for you to bare for any length of time and though you'd tried to fight it something had snapped inside you when he'd come home from the town, a little sweaty from the hazy evening. And the sight of you with that longing in your eyes had been the last straw for him too. Having been thinking about you all day, losing himself to daydream after sordid daydream, he'd not been able to resist that look in your eyes.

You'd looked like you'd needed him. And he hadn't been able to resist you.

"C'mere sweetheart," he'd said pointing at the ground just in front of him as he'd dropped his dirty shirt at his feet, "let me get a good look at you eh?"

You'd come to him obediently, stopping just in front of him, looking up at him with a pretty little smile on your lips. With one hand cupping your cheek, the other grazing your hip, he held you as carefully as possessively.

"Look away from ye for a second and ye get even more beautiful than before... How'd ye do that?" He grinned, his thumb stroking your chin, resting in the dip of your dimple when you smiled wider and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

You couldn't speak for the blush glowing on your cheeks at his sweet words, all you could do was smile and hope to distract him with a kiss.

And of course once your lips had met his that final thread of composure holding you both together snapped for good and you hadn't pulled apart since.

"Y/N, my sweet little dove," he murmured breathless against your lips, his voice was low and gravelly and he sounded sweet as honey when he groaned your name through his high. You were trembling, the two of you shaking together, locked around one another, limbs tangled, forehead to forehead, his nose knocking against your nose as his tongue brushed over yours, "I love you so much angel," he said grinding his hips into yours so that you felt your cum mixing with his inside you as he fucked you deeper.

You were breathless, your chest bone glistening with a hazy sheen, little beads of sweat trickling over your neck, caught moments later by Bonnie's lips when he dragged his tongue over your pressure point in an open mouthed kiss.

He was insatiable with desire for you, even now, even when you both should have been tired out, collapsed in one anothers arms. Bonnie showed no signs of being worn out. Instead your shared orgasm only seemed to spur him on and as you trembled with pleasure he held you in his strong arms and nuzzled into you.

Your moan shook as his teeth grazed your throat, his tongue tickling a little roughly over your smooth skin. He was a man addicted, obsessed with the sweet sounds only he could pull from your lips and as he pulled slowly out of you, your cunt tightening desperately around him, the gasp you snatched upon his returning thrust made him all the more determined.

He wasn't quite done with you yet.

"Think you can manage another for me sweet girl?" He whispered, his voice low and teasing as he trailed kisses along your jaw.

You felt so fragile then, your breaths short and shallow, your thighs aching from having been forced open for so long. Your muscles sore and trembling. Your tummy scrunched as his words left that butterfly tension toying with you. You could barely speak around the pleasure his every thrust sent rippling through your body, his hips still grinding against yours, but for him you managed a little whimper.

"Tell me with your words little dove," he chuckled affectionately as he stilled for a moment. You held his bicep to steady yourself, stroked your palm down over his muscular arm until your hand found his and his fingers locked with yours. Your other hand resting on his chest you looked up at him in a breathless, desperate awe.

"Yes Bonnie..." you managed, your voice so soft he couldn't help but reach up to caress your glistening cheek tenderly.

You were shaking beneath his touch, so completely dependent on him and he loved it. Loved the power he had over you in moments like this when his every move sent you teetering closer to the edge.

"Good girl," he breathed dipping his head to kiss your nose as he ground his hips into yours once more before dragging himself slowly from between your legs.

When you whimpered, trying your best to lock your legs around his waist and trap him there he just chuckled. Smoothed his hand up your inner thigh and pushed your legs open a little wider so that he could move.

And when he did you felt yourself flush, suddenly self conscious realising that you were laid out on display for him and his eyes were trailing every inch of your body, admiring the view.

For a moment he froze, in awe of your glistening figure, your legs pushed apart and trembling, your muscles already so tired out. Your cunt sleek, your thighs stained with the silky sheen of your cum.

He reached out to you carefully, admiring the way you flinched before acquiescing to his touch, letting him graze two fingers up your calf, tickling them behind your knee so that you shook and a tried to pull yourself away. But of course Bonnie was much stronger than you and one hand on your knee was all it took to put you right back where he wanted you.

He watched you with a hunger as he dragged his fingers slowly up your inner thigh, letting them glide between your lips as he gathered the cum which was leaking from your cunt and scooped it up. His thumb pressed down on your clit and held it's place leaving a warm tingle to resonate through your core as he used his two fingers to push the remainder of his cum inside your cunt. He wasn't one to let anything go to waste after all.

"Good girl..." he said again, his voice barely breaking a whisper as his eyes trailed your trembling body in awe, as if he were hypnotised, held hostage by the rise and fall of your chest, your breasts rippling with goosebumps as he hovered above you and his breath grazed your skin. "Open your eyes little dove," he whispered dipping his head to kiss your cheek, his lips pressed to the tip of your nose when he told you again. "Look at me sweetheart, let me see your pretty eyes.." he said gently as his fingers moved slowly pumping inside you.

He curled them just as your eyes fluttered open, getting a kick out of the dilation of your pupils when you locked eyes with him and another gasp left your parted lips.

"You're doing so well sweet girl," he hushed you, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly as he began to trail his soft kisses down your neck and over your collar bones.

Your cunt pulsed around his fingers as he slipped a third inside you, your walls clenching needily as his thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles.

You could barely speak, your breaths shivery as he drew another sweet little moan from your lips. You could feel your heart beginning to race again, could feel that heat washing over you as you shook beneath his touch. But when you saw that dark look in his eyes you knew he was gripped with an all consuming desire just as you were. That no matter how tired you were or how desperate for that flooding relief you might feel, you were going to be patient for him. You were going to let him do whatever he needed to do to you.

More than that you were going to let him devour you and you were going to cherish every second of it.

You snatched another breath, so shallow as your heart flinched beneath his touch. His lips kissing down your body with a newfound determination. Every graze and nip a little needier than the last. And when his open mouth closed warm and wet around your hardened nipple you couldn't help the mewl and the whimper which tumbled from your lips as you squirmed beneath him. He was giving you so much, his fingers curling inside you rubbing your gspot with a purposeful determination. His tongue flicking over your nipple, swirling loving circles around you as he sucked it deeper into his warm mouth.

It was almost too much. Almost too good.

And as you writhed and whined beneath him he grinned proudly to himself, only pulling away from your body for long enough to remind you again how heavenly you looked. How pretty you sounded with his name on your lips.

"Bonnie..." you whined as he dragged his fingers from your cunt slowly only to silence you a moment later feeding you your juices, admiring the pretty way they glistened on your lips as you suckled on his fingers and blinked up at him with big teary eyes.

"Hold on for me angel, you're almost there..." he murmured gazing down at you in a fixated state of awe. His palm pushing your legs open wider as he ducked down between them, hovering so close to you that he could taste the salty sweet of your arousal on his inhale.

"Ahh," you cried out when he nuzzled between your thighs, his mouth closing over your clit, snatching it up in a warm suckle that sent a tug of desire through your nerves. You were only grateful for the storm raging outside drowning your desperate noises out.

Your thighs snapped shut around him, your hand rushing to his head, fingers curling in the tangle of his dark curls as you tried desperately to hold onto something, anything that would ground you in your moment of bliss.

Bonnie hummed with satisfaction as he slid his tongue between your folds, suckling gently on your lips as he kissed with a little more aggression. That hunger, that desire taking over completely.

It felt so good you could hardly breath and as you felt yourself dizzied by the pleasure he was laying on you you were grateful for his hand when it found yours. His fingers locking with yours, pushing yours down into the soft rug beneath you. Holding you in place firmly, rooting you gently as he kissed and licked at your trembling core bringing you closer to the edge with every flickering moment.

You could feel the desire building, that white heat gripping you, the knot tightening in your stomach as your thighs began to shake and a lower, more animalistic moan was dragged from you. You couldn't hold on any longer and as you began to whine and writhe beneath him you felt him grin against your core, his tongue swirling relentlessly around your swollen clit.

Your hand in his hair forced him down tighter against you as your hips began to grind into his open mouth and you felt yourself losing control. Feral with desire until finally that thread inside you snapped and you fell apart. Tears trickling down your cheeks as you cried out with pure pleasure and came undone completely.

Bonnie remained for a minute or two, his hand still holding yours, his thumb caressing your palm gently as his other hand smoothed over your thigh slowly. Everything about his movements sweet and soft as he kitten licked at your clit to bring you down gently. His kisses warm and soft too as he trailed a line from your core to your knee and then back up.

"Such a good, sweet girl..." he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your womb and let his lips linger as he smoothed his hand up your body to hold your hip. "So fuckin beautiful.." he said as he hovered above you and held your hand in his, holding your palm to his lips to kiss it softly. Letting his lips graze each of your finger tips. Gazing down at you with all the love in the world.

You closed your eyes, smiling despite your breathlessness, the rosy flush which had washed over your body and which stained your cheeks.

"Think I just died a little bit..." You whispered, your voice still feeble and shakey as you smiled and let out a self conscious little giggle.

A grin split across Bonnie's face then, his eyes lit up with pride as he settled down beside you, his fingers pushing your hair from your face. He took your chin between his thumb and fingers and guided your gaze to meet his, his eyes flickering over your features tenderly. And when he dipped his head to kiss your cheek he collected each of your tears with his lips and let you taste the salt when he met you for another tender kiss.

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[zablife]

As Long As I Live (Part 3)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Bonnie begins to fall for Amelia. Lizzie invites Amelia to her birthday party, but the girl garners unwanted attention.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt.

Warnings: language, mention of drugs, assault and blood

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"One more stop before we head home,” Tommy proclaimed, steering the car toward King Maine’s boxing gym. When they arrived, Tommy glanced at Amelia quickly before exiting the car. Noting her eagerness to follow, he leaned back into the driver’s side window with a stern look. Before she could ask he warned, “This is no place for a young lady, Amelia.”

“Then it’s lucky I’m no lady,” Amelia grinned at him mischievously. “Please…I’ll be with you. What could happen?” she begged.

Tommy shook his head with a laugh and opened the door, allowing her to slide down the bench seat. “Alright, C’mon,” he motioned.

Amelia scurried out of the car and fell in step behind her father, wide eyed at the sight of two large boxing rings and a dozen men in training all around her.  The atmosphere was thick with stale sweat and the muffled sounds of leather gloves striking flesh, groans punctuated by an occasional thump against the ropes.

Almost immediately upon their arrival Tommy’s presence was requested for a business matter and Amelia was told to wait on a bench. Full of curiosity, her eyes scanned the room. Her eyebrows raised at the sight of Bonnie in the far ring sparring with a lad twice his size.

As she watched the young man, she scowled at his overconfidence, taunting his opponent like a bothersome fly. She could see the rage building in the larger man, his balance faltering slightly with every dodge of his fist by Bonnie. She couldn’t help but wonder if the bravado was only a tactic to wear down his opponent for lack of proper skill. Drawn to the performance, she found herself inching closer until she was hanging at the ropes. Finally she couldn’t stop herself from shouting out in frustration, “For fucks sake, hit him already!” 

Bonnie’s face registered a momentary jolt of shock before furrowing his brow in concentration and delivering a knock out punch. The larger man’s body hit the canvas with an enormous thud, landing before Amelia, his arm splayed out close enough for his glove to touch her. “What did you do?” she gasped, looking up into the ring.

Bonnie squatted to her level and said, “Thought you told me to hit him.”

“I-I did, but I wasn’t expecting that,” Amelia sputtered, taking a step backward.

Bonnie huffed out a laugh. “You underestimate me.”

“You’re talented enough, I’ll give you that,” Amelia replied with a roll of her eyes, “but has anyone dared tell you that your defense could use some work or that your left hand is weak?” she ventured.

Bonnie looked down at his left glove and held it up in a guard position. 

“See? You carry on that way and all it’ll be good for is wanking,” Amelia chided.

“If you know so much, why don’t you show me?” he responded without thinking. Then with a blush creeping into his cheeks, “the stance, I mean.” He eyed her briefly before holding up the rope allowing her entry into the ring.

Never one to shrink from a challenge, Amelia looked to see if anyone was watching and gathered her skirts, climbing up to join him. With a toss of her dark mane, she got to work, adjusting his posture and standing adjacent pretending to spar with him. “You see? It’s better!” she grinned triumphantly. Bonnie begrudgingly agreed, watching her with something akin to wonder and a hint of amusement. She couldn’t be sure as it was soon broken by the arrival of Mr. Maine.

“You! Get the fuck out of my ring!” he said, pointing to Amelia. “And, you, get down and skip me 200 for taking the piss out of a fine fighter!” he yelled at Bonnie, face red with anger as he took note of the man coming out of his stupor on the canvas.

Bonnie and Amelia looked at one another quickly before ducking between the ropes and jumping down from the ring. Bonnie picked up a skipping rope and began his punishment as Amelia looked on teasing, “So you want to be a champion of the world, do ya?”

“I want to do something with my life. I won’t see it wasted,” he said, barely breaking a sweat as the rope turned quickly in his hands, the muscles in his arms tensing ever so slightly with the familiar motion. His eyes held a look of determination and ferocity she’d never seen in anyone.

He finished his count, coming to a sudden stop before her. “What is it you want?” he asked, hazel eyes shimmering through the dust and filament of the sunlight streaming through the skylight. He passed her the rope, fingers brushing against hers a moment longer than necessary.

“Amelia!” Tommy’s voice echoed through the gym, the sound of his heavy footsteps breaking them apart. His face was tight with concern and a hint of anger as he pointed at her. “I thought you said you’d behave?”

Amelia looked at her father innocently. “Nothing’s happened,” she lied.

Tommy huffed in frustration. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed, “Can’t believe I have to say this, Amelia, but you can’t interfere with training.”

“But I wasn’t—“ she began to protest.

“Oi! No fucking fighting with the lads!” he shouted before storming out.

Amelia heard a snort and turned to see Bonnie peering at her from behind a bag, a huge grin on his face. She stuck out her tongue at him as he returned to his training, watching him a moment before rushing to the car, afraid to keep her father waiting any longer.

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“Amelia! Amelia, come and have a look,” Lizzie called from her bedroom. 

Amelia popped her head inside the door to see her stepmother holding up a fashionable beaded gown that caught the light as she moved. “Do you like it?” Lizzie asked excitedly.

“It’s lovely, Lizzie,” Amelia said. Everything Lizzie chose was something devastatingly chic. She had an enormous wardrobe filled with clothes and insisted Amelia allow her to buy her garments as well when she arrived. It wasn’t an offer Amelia had been comfortable with in the beginning, but as she settled, she realized it was a way for Lizzie to show affection and learned to accept the gifts graciously.

“I’m pleased you like it because I’m giving it to you to wear for my birthday party,” Lizzie informed her with a wide smile.

“I couldn’t accept…” Amelia said, feeling the familiar tug of guilt at taking from the Shelbys.

“Yes, you can because it’s my birthday and I want to give it to you,” Lizzie said.

“Aren’t I supposed to give you a gift?” Amelia asked with a giggle.

“Wear it to my party and enjoy. That will be your gift to me,” Lizzie replied, holding out the gown. Amelia carefully took it into her arms, admiring the intricate patterns of beads as she traced her fingertips over the delicate needlework. 

“Thank you,” she nearly whispered.

“It’s going to be so much fun! Have you ever seen a ballet?” Lizzie asked as she turned to her wardrobe, sliding the hangers aside to find her own gown.

“No, I haven’t,” Amelia admitted. 

“Tommy took me to one when we were in Paris on our honeymoon. I’ve never forgotten it,” Lizzie mused, her hand pausing a moment over the rack. “He isn’t all paperwork and boring politics, you know,” she said with a breathy laugh. As she turned to face Amelia she had a tear in her eye as she said, “You must know it though, you’ve brought out the best in him since you’ve arrived.” 

Amelia could only beam in response to the compliment. All she wanted was a family to belong to and it seemed she’d finally found hers again. Feeling overwhelmed she excused herself to her room, closing the door as a tear slid down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, fingertips fumbling to find the pendant around her neck. Closing her eyes she whispered, "Everything's going to be alright now, mum."

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As the music from Lizzie’s party wafted through the rooms of Arrow House, Amelia fidgeted with her gloves and the neckline of her gown one last time before making her entrance. She knew she'd need more than a deep breath to get through the evening and swiped a glass of champagne from a passing tray. Downing it as quickly as possible, she hoped it would give her the courage to enter the room where partygoers were already gathering and chatting to one another happily.

“Little miss looks a treat, don’t she?” Isaiah said, jabbing Bonnie in the ribs to get his attention. Bonnie was already looking in Amelia’s direction, however, scanning the room for anyone who might have ill intentions toward her. When Isaiah began talking about tempting Amelia to follow them to the servants' quarters to play in the snow, Bonnie took offense.

“She’s a good girl, ‘siah. She don’t do that stuff,” he said, feeling sick at the thought of someone corrupting her.

“Maybe she’d like to try it with a fella she trusted then,” Isaiah said, with a roguish arch of his eyebrow.

“Leave her alone,” Bonnie warned, pressing Isaiah against the wall suddenly.

Isaiah chuckled as he watched Bonnie’s nostrils flare. “Alright, I see how it is. Want her for yourself,” he said breaking free and straightening his jacket.

“We’re here to protect her. That’s all,” Bonnie admonished him firmly, stepping back.

“Keep telling yourself that, mate,” Isaiah said with a smirk, sauntering off into the crowd.

Across the room, Ada took note of Amelia’s uncomfortable posture, rigid as a statue in the corner of the room. Taking pity on her, Ada crossed the floor to speak with her before the poor girl died of nerves. “Amelia, does Tommy know how lovely you look this evening?” she asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“He’s been so busy, I don’t even know if he realized I was coming,” Amelia confessed absently as she looked around at all the elegant women around her. "I don't belong here. Everyone's starin' like they expect me to sell pegs and tell fortunes," she fretted.

Ada couldn't help but laugh at her remark. "First, they're not staring, they're admiring. And it's not just you! It's me as well, thank you very much," she said playfully. Leaning in, she whispered conspiratorially, "We're the only guests in the room under the age of sixty! They all wish they were as young and beautiful as we are," Ada said with a cheerful smile, linking arms with her niece. Amelia finally relaxed as she let out a little chuckle, grateful for her aunt's sense of humor.

If he hadn’t known before, Tommy was instantly aware of his daughter’s presence, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her when he entered with Lizzie on his arm. “Lizzie, what’s Amelia doing here?” he whispered harshly into his wife’s ear. 

“She’s here to celebrate my birthday, of course. She’s part of the family,” Lizzie replied from the corner of her mouth, trying not to let her guests see them arguing.

Tommy pulled her aside, a note of concern evident in his face as he confided, “There’s going to be political figures here tonight and I wasn’t ready to answer questions about-“

“Hang your politics, Tommy! She’s your daughter,” Lizzie scolded. “You weren’t ashamed of me, don’t hide Amelia away either.”

“It’s not about that, Lizzie. I can’t go into it right now," he rushed the words out as he realized he had to find his daughter. "I need you to trust me,” Tommy pleaded as Lizzie looked on in confusion.

“Tommy! Look who I found. Isn’t she lovely?” Ada gushed as she guided Amelia over to where Tommy and Lizzie stood.

Lizzie greeted her stepdaughter with a warm smile and a hug, complimenting her as Tommy thought of what to do next. Deciding it best to keep his daughter a well-guarded secret from his work colleagues in Parliament at least a bit longer, he motioned for Isaiah. Then turning to Amelia he instructed, “Darling, I need to ask you to go with Isaiah.”

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?” Amelia asked, crestfallen at the thought of being asked to leave before the ballet even started. 

Lizzie exhaled loudly in obvious disagreement, looking away as Tommy placed a hand to Amelia’s arm reassuring her, “You’ve done nothing wrong, eh?”

Amelia nodded slowly, still not understanding. Tommy added, “I’ll explain later. Just please go.”

As Isaiah approached, Tommy leaned in to whisper something in his ear and Isaiah seemed to take pleasure in escorting Amelia away, tears welling in her eyes as she went.

“Was that really necessary, Tommy?” Lizzie asked, hands crossed over her chest.

“I’m afraid it was, love. I’m sorry,” Tommy replied, adjusting his bow tie and offering his arm. He breathed a sigh of relief as he noted the person he was most concerned about was not yet in attendance.

In the dining room Polly greeted Sir Oswald Mosley, approaching him in all her regal glamor, an ostrich feather fan in one hand as a barrier between them. “We have opium, cocaine and brandy,” Polly offered. “I also have a list of options for the end of the evening. You’ll notice the maids wear name tags. We hired them especially for those guests staying the night. All things are available except the ballerinas,” she said, temptation dripping from her tongue. A smug look of satisfaction crossed her lips as she finished speaking, certain one of the many options would content him.

As she fanned herself, she noticed Isaiah guiding Amelia away and her eyes tracked the pair as they hurried through the room. Mosley too took note, his gaze hawklike and predatory when he sensed opportunity. “Who might that be?” he asked of the raven haired beauty with rampant curiosity. 

Polly’s eyes flashed with momentary fire as she replied, “She is a princess amongst the Romanies and she too is unavailable.” 

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The crowd at Arrow House had grown, guests wandering in and out of the house even as the ballet began and Bonnie had lost sight of Amelia. His worry only intensified when he realized Isaiah was also missing. By the time he found them in the cellar, he was enraged at the sight of a giggly Amelia being held close by Isaiah. They were wrapped up together in a slow dance to the tune of the music seeping through the floorboards overhead. As Isaiah’s hands began to wander over her body, Bonnie charged at him, breaking them apart. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Isaiah asked, pushing against Bonnie’s chest, slamming him into a wine barrel.

“I could ask you the same!” Bonnie shouted. “What did you give her?” he asked, taking hold of Isaiah’s lapels and shaking him.

“Nothing. I didn’t give her nothing,” Isaiah said disgustedly as they began scuffling. 

Bonnie ripped an empty blue bottle from Isaiah’s pockets and shoved it under his nose. “I don’t believe you!”

“Bonnie, stop it!” Amelia called to him, halting their fighting momentarily. “He’s telling the truth! We were only dancing," she said with a toss of her head. "Jesus, you’re worse than my father telling everyone what to do. Why can’t you leave me alone?” she huffed in frustration, tearing from the room and up the stairs into the darkness of the cool spring evening before they could catch her. Running as fast as she could past the manicured flower beds and deep within the maze of Arrow House's gardens, she stopped to listen to the music of Swan Lake.

She leaned against the craggy stone of the garden walls, breathing deeply as she looked up into the night sky full of twinkling stars. Maybe it was wrong of Lizzie to invite her tonight, pushing her father to acknowledge her existence so publicly. As she toyed with the beads of her expensive dress, she felt the hot tears collect at her lash line and bit them back, not wanting to admit how much she’d desired acceptance. Somewhere along the way, she’d wanted a place in the Shelby family and now it seemed she was being shut out. She dropped her head into her hands and wept, unaware of the footsteps along the path beside her.

“And what do Romany princesses have to cry about?” a smooth voice glided through the air over her shoulder and into her ear like the gentle hiss of a serpent. 

"I'm no princess," she corrected without looking up. “And no daughter either, apparently,” she sniffed almost inaudibly. Silence hung in the air for a moment before she turned to see a well dressed man with a thin mustache standing over her.

Her body stiffened when she realized his close proximity. “I should go,” she mumbled, brushing past him.

“You intrigue me. Do stay and tell me your troubles,” he coaxed, reaching an arm out to grasp her wrist. Amelia’s eyes darted to his as his lips curled up a bit too harshly at the corners, the lack of warmth mirrored in his darkened irises.

Amelia shivered at the lack of sincerity in the gesture. “I’m cold, I need to go inside now,” she forced out, looking down at her arm still trapped in his vice like grip.

Voice dropping dangerously low he growled, “I must insist.”

Continue reading Part 4

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[shelbycompanylmtd]

We’re All Whores

Warnings: smut 😉

6am. What a stupid time to arrive at work. It’s what I get for being the book keeper at the Shelby Betting Den. Thomas Shelby is an early riser, this means we all have to be early risers.

I’d walked down Watery Lane smoking the last of my cigarette, throwing it into the gutter just outside the den. As I pushed open the door I heard voices in the main room. I smiled and spoke a ‘morning’ to Thomas, not wanting to interrupt the conversation. As I walked past I met eyes with the best looking man I’d ever seen. I broke eye contact as his eyes followed me towards my office, secretly smiling and blushing.

I pottered around the betting shop, finding the books I needed to work out the earnings for the week. I heard Tom shout my name from his office. Leaving the books behind on one of the tables, I walked over to his office.

‘Yes Tom?’ I answered at his door. ‘Will you walk Bonnie down to the Boxing gym? I’m just writing up some contracts for Mr Gold to sign and then we’ll be right behind you’ he asked. I smiled at Tom, ‘Yeah no problem, let me just get my coat’. I walked out of the room, as did Bonnie, and put my coat on.

Tom called me back to his office and as I walked towards the door he met me just outside it. ‘I see that look in your eye, don’t do what I think you’re going to do. You’re not a Whore’ he said to me. I smirked, ‘I’m not a whore if I do it for free’. I turned to walk away.

He says these things to try and protect me. However, I’m just a neighbour’s daughter that he decided to employ. He couldn’t really tell me what to do.

I caught up to Bonnie at the front door. ‘So you’re a boxer?’ I asked as we began to walk down the street. ‘Some would say, yes’ he said, being extremely vague. It made me extremely intrigued.

We got to know each other on the walk to the gym. As we arrived, I pointed him towards the changing rooms and hung around until Tom turned up with Mr Gold.

About an hour later, Bonnie was about to get into the ring to apparently show Tom what he was like as a fighter. The fight begun and both myself and Tom were confused as Bonnie wasn’t even trying.

Arthur turned up part way through the fight. I saw Tom whisper something to Mr Gold, after this he spoke. ‘Go on then Bon, finish it’. After this was said Bonnie floored the man he was fighting within seconds. He turned to face Tommy, as he did he made eye contact with me and gave me a wink.

Now I wasn’t focused on watching him fight. I took in Bonnie’s appearance. You wouldn’t think he had the build that he does but his arms are unreal. No wonder being a boxer, I stared at his arms and chest. Letting my mind wonder, probably to places that it shouldn’t have gone.

I noticed Bonnie jumping out of the ring whilst Tommy and Mr Gold shake hands. Clearly whatever the plan is, it’s going well.

As Bonnie walked through to the changing rooms, he turned back and beckoned me to follow him. Curiosity took over and I followed him, a nervous pit in my stomach.

As I rounded the corner, I was pulled by my waist and pushed against the wall. ‘What was that about you being a whore?’ Bonnie questioned. I giggled and held onto his arms, ‘only for you if that’s something you want’. After I said this he kissed me, desperately.

I let my hands travel down to the waist band of his shorts. He pulled away and stared me in the eyes, ‘you’re too pretty to be treated like a whore’. His words made me blush. ‘But what if I want to be treated like one’, I stared at him as I licked my lips. ‘Best give the princess what she wants’, he pulled me in for a kiss again.

As quickly as the sweet kiss started, it ended. Bonnie turned me around to face the wall, grinding his cock against me. He quickly pulled my skirt up to bunch around my waist. Quickly making use of his fingers by pulling aside my underwear and running his fingers over my clit. I moaned out. ‘Fucking hell love, dirty whore this wet for me?’ He carried on toying with me as he slid one finger in me. I whined and grabbed onto his arm that was holding my skirt.

‘Is this from watching me fight? Do you like watching me like that?’ He egged on. I moaned in reply. Moaning his name, begging for more. He slid another finger in me. ‘Are you going to cum?’ He whispers in my ear. ‘Yes, don’t stop please’ I whine out. ‘Fucking good girl, cumming on my fingers not even one day after you’ve met me’ his speed picks up.

I start to shake and grind back into his hand. I squeeze his arm as he leans round to pull me into another kiss. ‘You look so good like that, definitely won’t be the last time I make you do that’ he says as he gives my pussy a light slap.

I feel so tired as he keeps me up against the wall. He turns me round so my back is against the wall. ‘Are you gonna treat me right?’ He asks. I knew what he wanted as soon as he asked the question.

I bent down on my knees as he slowly runs his fingers through my hair. I pull at the waist band of his shorts until they finally come down. His cock stands up, bigger than I thought it would be. I smile as I look up at him. Grabbing hold of the base of his cock and licking a strip from base to tip. I slowly ease him into my mouth and he starts to guide my head back and forth.

He holds my head in place every so often so I’m practically swallowing his whole cock. ‘So good’ he whispers multiple times. He holds my head in place again as he slowly grinds, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. I moan as I grip his thighs, letting him do what he wants to me. ‘Look so pretty, letting me use you’, he praises.

He slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth as I catch my breath. ‘You’re doing so good for me’ he praises as he helps me up. He walks me over to one of the tables in the room. Slowly undressing me, giving each body part a kiss as he removes my clothes. He guides my legs so they’re round his waist. He takes a hold of his cock as he rubs it up and down my clit, causing me to moan. He edges it into me and I can feel him stretch me open.

I grab one of his hands from my waist as I lie back on the table, opening up a different angle for him that felt so good. I took his hand and guided it to hold my throat. He took the hint and started to tighten his hand, a boxers grip has no limits. His other hand toying with my clit, pushing me over the edge. A tear runs down the side of my face as I moan out. He picks up the pace to push me over the edge as I scratch at his arm.

He carries on circling my clit as he pulls out of me, easing me down from my high. His hand comes off my throat as I catch my breath and he cums all over my stomach. As he comes down from our highs, he runs his hand up my thighs. Every so often giving my clit a light touch, loving the hold he has over me. I perch myself up on my elbows, seeing the mess he’s made.

I run my fingers over my stomach and bring them up to my mouth. Bonnie admires me in awe. He leans down to kiss me, ‘definitely my whore now’.

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders smut #bonnie gold #bonnie gold imagine #Bonnie gold smut

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The Shy Bride-Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

(GIF credit to @chimestims)

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Requested by anonymous: 'Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her'

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader, Shelby family x Shelby!Reader, Aberama Gold x Reader (in-laws), Esmeralda Gold x Shelby!Reader (in-laws)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arranged marriage, swearing, shouting/arguing, sadness, drinking, fluff

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As I returned home, I eyed up the beautiful dress hanging over the kitchen door, feeling the fabric and admiring it. I had never seen this dress before but it was gorgeous, an extravagant evening gown that every girl would be envious of. But why was it hanging up in Pol's kitchen?

"Pol, who's this dress for?" I asked.

"Would be nice if you greeted me first."

"Sorry, got distracted."

Polly smiled, but it didn't seem genuine."It's for you actually. A gift from Tommy."

"For me? Why is Tommy buying me dresses? He's got good taste actually."

"For a special occasion apparently. We're going out somewhere this afternoon."

"Oh, where?"

"I don't know (Y/N)." there was a slight snap in her tone, but I assumed she was annoyed by my questions."Sorry, just got a lot to do."

"Need help with anything?"

"No, I can handle it. Why don't you start getting ready?"

"Alright, as long as you're sure."

I brushed off Polly's behaviour. My family could have terrible mood swings at times. I understood why, we were in a gang, life could never be simple and sweet. Taking the dress, I quietly squealed to myself, excited to try it on and get myself dolled up. We must have been going somewhere really fancy, probably just to show our faces, show that Tommy was a real family man to benefit the legitimate side of business, give him a good image.

Luckily I had shoes and accessories to match the dress, spending time on how to style my hair and what lipstick to wear. I was never one to boast, but I looked lovely in this outfit. I didn't even question where we could be going or who we would be meeting, not if Tommy was going to buy me a special outfit for each occasion. Headed downstairs when I heard my brother's voices, I was surprised to see them all waiting in the hallway, dressed in their finest suits, and Polly also in one or her best dresses.

"Oh, sorry, am I making us late?"

"No, not at all." Tommy smiled, which was rare. It made me slightly nervous.

"Right. Um, when are we leaving?"

"Might as well head out now. Come on."

Tommy took the lead, walking out of the door, Arthur followed with his head down, whereas John looked at me a little longer, seeming angry. Polly had to nudge him to make him move. Once he walked outside, she held her hand out to me, giving me the same smile from earlier. Either something was going on that I didn't know about or they had just had an argument.

"Pol, me and (Y/N) are going to share a car. The rest of you in the other one." Tommy informed her.

Pol didn't even try arguing back. She squeezed my hand before getting into the car in front of us. Tommy had brought two chauffeurs, he didn't drive as much as he used to now. I wondered why he didn't just meet us at the place we were going to instead of driving all the way here, though I supposed it was for another photo opportunity.

Nothing was said as we set off, both of us just looking out of the window, watching the landscape around us change. My head turned to look at him as he started taking.

"(Y/N), do you know where we're going?"

"No, Pol didn't say anything."

"Good. Right, uh...This is to do with business."

"Oh, OK. Is it the usual, stay with you for a bit then mingle with Polly or the boys whilst you get on with business?"

"No, nothing like that. It actually involves you."

My heart rate had already increased."Me? What? Am I in danger?"

"You're perfectly safe. You're actually going to be even safer after today."

"Can you just tell me what's happening Tommy? The nerves are making me breathe funny."

"I...I had to arrange something."

"Arrange?" I let out a laugh as a thought came into my head."You're not marrying me off are you?"

He didn't reply.

"Oh my god, you are marrying me off!"

"If I told you before, you wouldn't have come."

"Of course I wouldn't! Who am I marrying? Why am I marrying them? Tommy, how could you do this to me?!"

I placed a hand over my chest, feeling like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, my lungs were so tight, I couldn't breathe properly.

"(Y/N), calm down, breathe."

"How can I? You're selling me, you're making me live the rest of my life with a stranger!"

"They're not a stranger."

"Who is it then?"

"It's Bonnie Gold."

"BONNIE GOLD?!"

This was so random. Why was I marrying him? I didn't know him, all I knew about him was how he and his family were now helping protect ours. Tommy also got him a boxing deal, but what did that have to do with me? Why was I being forced to do something? It was just like John all over again.

"It was part of a deal."

"A deal you didn't think to ask my opinion on?"

"Would you have said yes?"

"No!" I tried to steady my breathing but nothing was working."Oh my god, oh my god, I'm getting married to someone I don't know."

"You do know him."

"Not well enough to marry him! We've never even said hello to each other! I think I'm going to be sick. Pull over, please!"

The driver did what I asked, and I immediately jumped out. My legs began walking along the road, I didn't even think about it. Tears were welling up in my eyes over my brother's betrayal. What had I done to deserve this? John needed a wife, he had loads of kids that needed looking after, they worked. What if me and Bonnie didn't? What if he was actually a horrible person? Tommy didn't know him as well as he thought he did, they could be hiding anything.

"(Y/N), get back in the car please."

"No! Why am I getting married for a deal? I'm not out of control, I'm not rowdy, I do what I'm told all the time and I'm nice to everyone! And this is what I get for following the rules, your rules?"

"I wouldn't let you two marry if I thought he would hurt you. Bonnie is going to treat you well (Y/N), I know he is."

"Am I going to have to live in a wagon?!"

His head tilted back as he sighed."Fuck me. No, you're not, you'll be living in a house."

"I can't do it, Tommy, I can't, I really can't do this."

"You have to, I have to keep my end of the bargain."

"Do you know how angry I am with you?!"

"I think so."

There were so many things I wanted to scream at him. Who else knew? Why did they let him do it? Who's idea was it in the first place? I couldn't though. My breathing was out of control, my eyes were stinging with tears, and loud sobs were coming out of my mouth.

Tommy gently put his hands on my shoulders, making me stand up straight."We do things for this family, yeah? We go through hardships to make our family stronger. And I'm asking you (Y/N), please go along with this. If we can keep an alliance with the Gold's, it will only bring us good. I wouldn't ask you if I was desperate or if I didn't think you could do it."

I contemplated running away there and then. However, I wasn't going to get far in these shoes. Home was too far away by now, the roads weren't clear and if anyone recognised me, I could be dead within hours.

"I really have to do this, don't I?"

Tommy nodded, cautiously wrapping an arm around me to slowly take us back to the car. For the rest of the drive I hung my head, staring at the pretty shoes I had picked for today. This was it. I was getting married. Married to a man I had only seen but never talked to, married to a man to settle a deal. My brother, who I trusted and loved, had thrown me to the dogs, not even glancing back to face the consequences of his actions; it was all to benefit him.

We pulled up at Tommy's house. He explained that since this was a quick arrangement it was easier to hold the ceremony there, it was more personal, they knew it was safe. My stomach cramped up as I stepped inside, spotting the bouquet of flowers everywhere. They even fucking decorated. Ada and Polly were at the entrance, both looking as pissed off as I was. Unfortunately, Ada held my own bouquet in her hands.

"You can't do this Tom. Just cancel it, go in there and say the wedding is off. She's just a girl." Ada spat.

"Ada." Polly warned.

"You can't go along with this Pol. She's being forced into a marriage!"

Tommy cleared his throat."Ada, Pol, please take your seats."

"Hold on," Pol pulled out her powder box from her purse, dabbing the brush on my face,"need that beautiful face of yours back."

I knew she was trying to cheer me up, and clean me up so I would look like such a mess. It would all just stream off my face later. My hands shook as I held the flowers, the petals and leaves slightly rustling. Polly and Ada left hesitantly, shushing everyone in the hall where I assumed the ceremony was taking place.

"Are you going to be sick?" Tommy asked.

"Not sure." I whispered.

"Just know that I hate this too. I wouldn't-"

"Shut up Tommy."

I never snapped at Tommy, or anyone really. But this called for it. I could have called him every nasty name under the sun there and then. When he held out his arm for me, I reluctantly took it, wishing I could sprint to the stables to steal a horse, ride off into the sunset. But it was too late, because the doors to the hall opened, and there everyone stood, watching intently as I walked down the aisle. I didn't even have a proper wedding dress.

It felt like I had never worn heels before, I was wobbling all over the place. Bonnie looked miles away, though I was beside him in seconds. His family were here, my family sat on the opposite side. Tommy gingerly pressed a kiss to my cheek before going to sit down. And here I was, stood next to my soon to be husband. He kindly smiled at me, though I couldn't bear to even look at him, eyes flickering away. I stared at Jeremiah who was officiating the wedding, the poor man must have thought I was evil the way I was looking at him.

The ceremony felt muffled, as if I couldn't hear anything properly. Jeremiah waffled on, until we had to say our vows and exchange the rings. I focused so much on his words to not get them wrong, only realising that after we had said them to each other, that was it, we were now married.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Jeremiah announced.

Both our families clapped to fill the silence. Bonnie leaned down but I retracted out of instinct. He halted before moving again, slower this time, to kiss my cheek. Taking my hand in his, he walked us out of the hall, the doors closing behind us. I let out a shocked breath, looking at the ring on my finger. Bonnie went to speak.

"So, I-"

I snatched my hand out of his, scurrying to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. I needed a drink, and a lot of it. I also wanted to get out of any awkward conversations that were about to ensue. There was way too much going on right now to start small talk.

Unfortunately he had followed me, watching as I popped open a bottle. I glanced at the glass in my hand, deciding to set it down and drink from the bottle.

"I'm not that bad am I?" Bonnie tried to joke.

I didn't say anything, leaning back against the counter.

"Look, I'm sorry this has happened. We don't know each other, back in there was the first time we've spoken, it's a lot. But I want you to know that I'm going to look after you. We'll go at your pace, whatever you're comfortable with. I want us to be friends at least."

He sounds genuine. When Bonnie first joined the Peaky Blinders, he hadn't been overly cocky like some of the others. Of course he was a bit more boastful when it came to the ring, though that was all part of his image. And he was the only peaky boy to not try it on with me. Ironic.

"Sorry for just going in for the kiss too. I thought a small peck wouldn't hurt."

"It's fine." I mumbled, casting my eyes to the floor.

He took a few seconds before speaking again."Never been much of a wine person."

I looked up at him as he stood opposite to me, also leaning back in a countertop.

"Suppose that could change." he held out his hand for the bottle, indicating that I pass it over.

He took a swig, scrunching up his face and coughing after. The corner of my mouth twitched at how silly he looked, but didn't show him that.

"God, that is so sweet. How do you chug it back?"

"I don't usually." I squeaked out."Just...just flet like I needed to."

He passed the bottle back to me."I won't lie, I don't exactly want my new wife to be drunk on our first night together."

My eyes widened.

"No, not like that! Nothing is going to happen. I just meant, I would like to use this time to get to know you."

I was being stubborn. I wanted to go against him, just to spite Tommy. But I was too shy, I couldn't even hold eye contact with him.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit. But please come up to the party, my family can't wait to meet you." he made his way to the door, stopping and turning around."You look beautiful tonight."

I didn't let him see me blush, turning away as I drank more from the bottle. I hated how easily I was embarrassed. Boys tried flirting with me, though I knew that was because they wanted to say they had shagged a Shelby girl. Of course I knew their intentions, hence why I was still a virgin.

After a few more swigs, I knew I had to go back upstairs. Setting the almost finished bottle aside, I took a deep breath, adjusting the bottom of my dress, checking my face in a mirror before heading to see my family and new in-laws.

When I returned, everyone was gathered in the lavish front room. Music was playing, champagne was being handed out, and everyone seemed relatively happy chatting with one another. Finn, John and Adawere the only ones not mingling, scowling faces on them as they observed the others.

"(Y/N)," a man caught my attention, it was Bonnie's father,"welcome to the family."

I politely smiled."Thank you sir."

"Call me Aberama. I appreciate the manners though. And I understand you're not entirely happy with this marriage."

I glanced away from him."But believe me when I say that Bonnie has been just as nervous. Although he is also very determined to ensure you are comfortable and feel like a part of the family."

That was nice, I guess.

"He has multiple sisters who you might find easier to talk to rather than an old man."

He raised his drink to me, smiling as he walked away. I really didn't want to talk to anyone, scurrying to my three siblings who were most against this arrangement.

"You alright?" Finn draped his arm around my shoulders, and I quickly hugged him, clinging on.

I shook my head no.

"Of course she isn't. This is all a big mistake, we should have come up with a plan to get her out of here." Ada huffed.

John scoffed."Oh yeah, that would have gone down a treat with both families."

"You were just as much against it all as we were."

"No one was for this marriage, well, besides Tom. But it's done now, innit? I'll just have to keep a special eye on the new in-law."

"Can we stop talking about it please? Just talk about anything else." I asked quietly, realising some of the others were looking over at us, and that made me incredibly nervous.

Before we even had a chance to change the topic, someone from Bonnie's side of the family made her way over. I looked anywhere but her, until she was stood beside me. She was beautiful, probably around the same age as myself, though her confidence gave her a more mature look.

"I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I'm Esmeralda, one of Bonnie's sisters."

"Nice to meet you."

Get a grip woman.

"There's actually three of us, sisters I mean. Poor Bonnie didn't have any brothers to rough around with. Though I suppose it is only you and Ada amongst all these men."

Ada smiled at her, though you could tell it was out of sarcasm. I cringed, hoping Esmeralda hadn't seen that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join us?" she gestured to where her other sisters were, who waved.

"Um, yes."

It sounded more like a question, but Esmeralda took that answer. I worriedly looked back to my own siblings, annoyed at my politeness. Where was my Shelby fire?

I sat by Esmeralda, the others sitting across from us. She instantly started up a conversation, it was easy to see she was fine around strangers. I only wished to half as confident as her. Her sisters also chimed in now and then, trying to involve me in the conversation. There was no talk about the wedding, just typical girly things; dresses, makeup, dances, they even spoke about their traditions. It slowly moved onto the topic of Bonnie, though past stories about him, tales of how he was as a child. I even managed to break out a smile.

"And obviously we'll all be getting to know each other a bit better once we're all moved in together." Esmeralda exclaimed.

"S-sorry?"

Esmeralda and her sisters held a serious look, bursting out laughing a second later. I was confused, had I missed a joke?

"Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood. Of course we're not living with you two!"

"I don't even know where we're living."

"Well, neither do we, but I'm sure your brother has sorted it."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry, have I upset you?"

"No! No, I'm fine." I was tempted to excuse myself, but I went against that. I was going to be social."So, is there abythibg else I should know about Bonnie?"

Perhaps this was my way of getting to know my husband without actually talking to him. Even if it was a subconscious thing, I was getting information about him. And there didn't seem to be a bad bone in his body unless he was in the ring, or defending his sisters from a man who had disrespected them, though that was more chivalrous.

"Sorry ladies, may I borrow my sister?" Tommy asked, gesturing for me to follow him.

I smiled at the girls, catching up with my brother who was making his way to his office, grabbing Bonnie on the way. I faltered when he stepped in line with me, not used to having a boy so close to me. Bonnie let me go first into the office, closing the door behind him. Tom nodded his head towards the two chairs at the desk, sitting behind it. We sat down, waiting to hear why he had brought us here.

"So, seeing as you two are married now, you'll be needing a place of your own." Tommy started."And I have provided that for you."

"No, Tommy, we couldn't accept that." I protested, feeling awkward about situations involving money.

"I agree Mr Shelby, that's way too generous. You already let us get married in your house."

"It's my fault you two are married right now. And I just hope that I can gain back some trust and..." he glanced at me,"love, by doing this."

I picked at the skin around my nails, a bad habit."Are you sure Tommy? Nothing too big right?"

"No. It's a new build but out in the country. You also have a big patch of land, I thought you might appreciate that Bonnie. It's secluded, like this. Three bedrooms, kitchen, front room, all the other shit."

"Thank you very much Mr Shelby." Bonnie stood, reaching out his hand.

Tommy shook it, no expression on his face.

"Thanks Tom. I guess it's a start to your apology."

I felt guilty for saying that, but I wanted it to sting. He had really hurt me today, I wasn't going to fall to his feet because he bought me a house.

Tommy then informed us that it was time for us to leave. He had one of his chauffeurs waiting, and everyone had followed us outside. They had rice to throw at us as we went to the car. In a way, I appreciated the effort they were putting in to make it seem like a happy occasion, I also found it demeaning. You're now being forced to marry a man you don't know, but here's a pretty dress and some champagne.

"I don't have anything with me." I pointed out before I got in the car.

Polly stepped forward, quietly speaking so no one else would hear."Tommy made Ada pack some of your things before she came here. Obviously she didn't want to, but you need your clothes at least. I'll be round with the rest of it soon love."

Wow, they weren't waiting around to get rid of me. Sadly getting into the car, I didn't even acknowledge Bonnie as he opened and closed the door for me. Once Bonnie was inside the car, the chauffeur drove off. I coukd hear our families cheering for us, I didn't bother looking back, whereas Bonnie was waving.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

I nodded, pressing my lips together as I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. Thankfully he left it at that, he knew I needed time to process everything.

The house Tommy got us was no where near the size of his, though I didn't want that. It was still big for two people, and despite it being a new house, it had an old fashioned look to it. It had the feel of a farm house without the barn, different stones making the structure with vines growing all over it. I loved it, which was irritating because Tommy knew me so well.

"This is going to be strange." Bonnie said as he helped the chauffeur with the bags."Never lived in a house before."

"Oh...hope you like it."

It was a wonder why I never had a boyfriend.

I had wished that the chaffuer had taken more time with the bags. Because Bonnie was a gentleman, he insisted helping, and the task was completed far too quickly. Now it was just me and Bonnie, in our house, our house we loved in together as a married couple.

"Shall we take a look around? See what's actually in our house?"

Bless him, he was trying so hard. I agreed, letting him lead as we checked each room. It was all furnished, there was even some food in the kitchen, soap and towels in the bathroom, any little things we wouldn't have packed with us were provided. He was in awe of the place, I knew he was used to travelling to different places, it was just strange to see his expressions over a house.

"Your brother is very generous."

"Yes, though I know why he's given this to us."

"To make up for marrying me?"

"No, well yes, but not in the way you said. Sorry Bonnie, you must think I'm horrible. It's just...I'm really shy around new people, it took so much energy out of me talking to everyone today, not to mention the actual ceremony itself. I probably would have fainted if I wasn't concentrating on acting normal."

"I didn't think you were horrible. I knew you were scared. I'm afraid your acting skills need some work."

We had walked into one of the bedrooms as we spoke, my stomach dropping again. Was I going to have to share a bed with him? I had never done that before.

"Choose which room you like. I'll sleep in another." he said.

"Hm?"

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you, I wouldn't put you under that pressure."

"Oh, thank you. Then, you should choose."

He smiled at me."Fine, then I choose you having the master bedroom, and I shall go see what other room I prefer."

I managed to smile back, bashful over how sweet he was being. That was a huge relief lifted off my chest. If he hadn't mentioned anything before bedtime, I wouldn't have said anything, I didn't want to bring up topic.

We both got changed (separately) into something comfier, weirdly emerging from our rooms at the same time. Deciding it was time to eat, we rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to see what we could muster up. I took charge, seeing as Bonnie had only ever cooked over a fireplace.

"Sorry it's not much, it's bits and pieces really." I set his plate down in front of him, thinking how much of a wife I looked right now.

"Thank you. Don't worry, I'm sure it will be delicious. We can go shopping for food tomorrow if you want?"

That's what couples do.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

We kept to our food, eating in silence. I tried to eat as quickly as I could, wanting this dreadful tension to lift and be over with. I felt terrible because he was trying so hard to be a good husband to me already, or just a good friend really. And here I was, not even able to eat a meal with him, he must have been dreading the rest of his life with me.

As he finished, I quickly stood to clear everything away, already starting to clean up as he protested. We still had a whole evening ahead of us, what were we supposed to do? I caught him moving in my peripheral vision, grabbing two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne gifted to us. He held them up to me.

"Fancy sharing a bottle?"

We were sat in the front room on opposite ends of the sofa, the lit fireplace crackling in front of us. Bonnie was casually facing me whilst I stared into the flames.

"You surprised me you know, when I first saw you." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first joined the blinders, I remember seeing you, and I obviously thought 'wow, she's gorgeous', though I knew to stay away."

There I went, blushing again.

"But you weren't like your family. You weren't harsh or outspoken, you were so quiet. I've seen you around your family, I know you are different with them, and I get that I'm a complete stranger to you so it will be different. I just hadn't expected a Shelby to be so....reclusive."

"A lot of people say that."

"That wasn't me saying it's a bad thing by the way!"

"It is a bad thing when you're a Shelby. I'm not trusted to do anything within the business. This is the first time they've used me. And they didn't even ask."

"That's a good thing though, isn't it? About not being involved in the business?"

"I guess."

"Let's talk about something else, eh? Uh, why don't you tell me...your favourite colour?"

"Favourite colour? Really?"

He laughed."I need to get to know my wife don't I?"

Although I had been answering his basic questions terribly (and boringly, I was just giving one word answers), Bonnie somehow made me open up to him. Not about anything deep or meaningful, just generic facts about my life; what I enjoy doing, funny anecdotes from my childhood, what I liked to do when I went out with friends. In turn, I began asking him questions. We were talking for hours, but we didn't realise that until I happened to glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.

The next week still felt awkward. We slept in our separate rooms, trying to work our different routines to fit each other. Although we were able to talk to each other for more than two minutes, I was always trying to figure out what to talk about next. I didn't want to be in a situation where we were stuck on what to say, I hated that. Looking back on it, I had never spoken to someone so much or so freely besides my family and my small handful of friends.

Both of our families came to visit us. Polly and Ada stayed for a day, mostly catching up but also helping me make the house feel more homely. Aberama only came some mornings to get Bonnie, doing whatever work for my brother, though he always made sure to say hello. Bonnie was gone for a majority of the day, luckily I liked being by myself. Surprisingly, Esmeralda also came for a visit.

"Lovely flowers." she pointed out as we sat in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea.

"Bonnie got them for me."

"Did he?" she smirked."He's a sweetheart isn't he?"

I couldn't help but shyly smile."Yes, it was a lovely gesture."

"A romantic gesture. He may be a tough man and a fighter but he's a big sofite really."

I hummed in agreement.

"Are you alright? How have you two been over the last month?"

I wanted to say that although I did like Bonnie, I knew I was lucky to be in an arranged marriage with him and not some fifty year old, slimy man, I didn't want her to get excited at the thought we might already be in love.

"I won't lie, it's been slow. That's not to say I don't enjoy Bonnie's company, it's just...everyday when I wake up, I still get a little confused at the ring on my finger, then in a second I remember I'm married."

"Yeah, that's never going to be something you can easily forget I guess."

"And I'm not being rude about your brother. Bonnie has been amazing, he's kept his boundaries, made sure I felt respected. But, your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Choosing your dress, what hair and makeup you want, the venue, the cake, it's all part of it. I didn't even have a proposal."

"Oh (Y/N)."

"And when those doors open, you're supposed to look down the aisle and see your soul mate waiting for you. You both smile and start crying because the day has finally come. I had none of that. I'll never have any of that."

She placed her hand over mine."I think over time, you and Bon will learn to love each other. And as frustrating as that is, I believe it will happen."

Esmeralda was a huge comfort. I felt better after talking with her than I did my family. I guessed that it was because she was a new person to talk to, I didn't know what she was going to say, so I wasn't listening to the same dribble I was used to.

It was like any other evening when Bonnie came home. I was reading a book in the front room, sprawled out on the sofa. He called out as he entered the house, I replied but didn't move. He was rustling around in the kitchen, things were being moved around, cupboards opening and closing. Perhaps he was hungry and needed a snack before dinner. I left him to it for a few more seconds, deciding to investigate when he didn't stop.

Just as I was about to walk into the kitchen, Bonnie blocked the doorway, trying to use his whole body to limit my view.

"Hi." he said breathless.

"Hello. Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just...just doing...something."

Whenever I tried to look around him, he moved in my way.

"If you've broken something Bonnie, I don't mind. I'd rather help clean it up."

"No, nothing like that. Could you just...jist trust me?"

I looked up at him, thinking about it.

"Please?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Is it alright if you wait in front room? It's nothing bad, I promise."

I turned around, glancing back at Bonnie before I returned to the sofa and my book. What was he doing? Was he trying to cook? It was sweet if he was, though when we had cooked together before he was never this clumsy. I couldn't ignore the racket coming from the kitchen, unable to concentrate on any of the words in my book.

"Bonnie? Are you sure you're OK in there?" I shouted out to him.

"Yeah!" he quickly replied. Only moments later was he in the front room, a huge grin on his face."If you would like to follow me to your surprise."

"Surprise?"

He nodded, holding out his hand to me. I took it, letting him guide me back to the kitchen. The lights were off, the only source of light was coming from a few candles in the centre of the table, more dotted around the kitchen too. There were two plates with nothing in them, instead, there were different foods on scattered on the table like a picnic.

"Bonnie?"

He stood in front of the table."I spoke with my sister the other day. I wasn't snooping, I just wondered how you were with her, if you told her something about me that I needed to change. She told me how upset you were that you couldn't experience your wedding day properly, and I thought I could help with that. So, I asked Ada and Pol what your favourite food was, all types, and I thought we could have a romantic dinner together. "

I was gobsmacked. A man who was forced into marrying me, who didn't know me, had put all this effort into a dinner together, something no other man would probably do.

"You did this for me?"

"Yeah. You deserve it. You deserve a lot more really, but I'm still learning to cook other recipes besides rabbit stew."

I giggled.

"I hope you don't mind, but they also told me how you've never been on a date before."

That wasn't embarrassing at all.

"And I want you to know, that's because of you brothers. Men tremble at their feet, what do you think teenage boys are going to be like? But I am very honoured to be the first man to take you on a date."

"This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm shocked, honestly."

He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat, feeling giddy. Bonnie tucked me in, taking a seat beside me before pouring out a glass of wine for me. My mind argued with itself over my next choice, but I bit the bullet. I confidently leaned over, very quickly pecking his lips. I couldn't look at him when I next spoke.

"Thank you Bonnie. And thank you for being the best husband."

"Well thank you for being the best wife."

"What have I done to be a good wife?"

"Just being you."

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A special sparkle blinked in Y/n's eyes the first time she met Bonnie Gold. Tommy noticed what's going on, so he helped the love blossom between these two young people.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x gray!reader

Words count: 6.7k

Warnings: bad language, mentions of sex, season 4 spoilers, probably typos because it's so long I didn't proofread it

I planned for it to have a second part but considering how long it is... A second part is pointless.

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Young Lovers

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All roads lead to Small Heath, that was what Y/n found out soon after moving out to London. She lived there, alone, for a short period of time, until she got the black hand. Y/n contacted Thomas about it as soon as possible and he advised her, or rather ordered, to come back.

So there she was, back in Birmingham. Back in a place where the whole family could be together, because it was the safest option at the time. Whether they wanted it or not, they had to unite to survive.

Although, not all of them survived. Death seemed so surreal to Y/n, it couldn't happen to any of her family members. It simply couldn't, because Y/n said so. She was a Shelby, not by the name but by blood, so everything in the universe was supposed to listen to her.

Why did it happen then? Why did death approach one of the Shelbys? Why hadn't the universe listened to Y/n? Why did she have to put on a black dress? Why couldn't everything go accordingly to her will? This wasn't real, this was a nightmare. It truly felt like a nightmare.

"Are you ready?" Polly knocked on the door of her daughter's room.

"Yes, come in."

Y/n thought she calmed herself down, but when she saw her mother's face the tears were burning her eyes again. It was too difficult to hold them back, so Y/n just let them slowly fall down her cheeks.

Polly gently took her daughter's face in her palms, thumbs rubbing the girl's wet cheeks. The older woman didn't cry, she had to stay strong.

"He wouldn't want you to cry," she whispered.

"How can you know, mum? Has his ghost already talked to you?" Y/n mocked, but then quickly changed her voice to normal, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I just... I don't know, I still can't comprehend it."

Y/n couldn't believe her mother suddenly got the power to talk to dead people after putting her head through the noose, but it wasn't the right moment to mock it.

Polly changed the topic. "Others are waiting for us, for you, let's go."

The women walked outside their flat at Watery Lane. A colourful caravan stood out from the dark and dirty street. The streets of Small Heath had always been like this - you couldn't spot a light colour there, so something as colourful as the caravan was the first thing you paid attention to.

Y/n didn't feel real when she was looking at it, she didn't want to believe John Shelby's dead body was laying inside it. The same John Shelby that so recently stood in front of Y/n, talking about various things, throwing an inside joke into the conversation from time to time.

Y/n shook hands with Arthur and Tommy, passing condolences. They were soldiers prepared for each other's death, but not in that way, not because of vendetta. Then Y/n went to hug Finn and Ada.

The small crowd that consisted of the Shelby family and their closest people walked to a field where the caravan was set on fire.

Y/n didn't stand close to the fire, but she could feel it burn holes through her. Invisible holes in her soul, that would never be filled again. She didn't even listen to what Tommy's speech, she was too absorbed in wondering why did it hurt so bad to lose a family member. John was Y/n's cousin, but he was like a brother to her. Growing up, Y/n had no idea about Michael, so the Shelbys played that role. Well, Finn, Ada, John and Tommy were like Y/n's siblings, while in some ways she treated Arthur as her father figure.

A sudden gunshot brought Y/n back to the real world. As soon as she heard it, she crouched down and so did everyone else instead of Thomas, Arthur and two other men.

The men were ready to shoot, but Thomas stopped them.

"Don't return fire," he spoke, "the people doing the firing are on our side. I invited Aberama Gold."

Y/n could see anger making its way on her mother's face. Polly was about to scold Tommy like she hasn't before.

"You did this on purpose," she accused, walking up to Tommy, "you used John's funeral fire as a fucking beacon. You set a trap! You used us as bait!"

Tommy tried to explain everything to Polly, but she didn't seem to understand it. After all, he used his own brother's funeral as a trap. This felt so wrong.

Y/n looked around and spotted men on horses walking in their direction. This must've been said Aberama Gold and his people. Two men were walking next to their horses because the animals had dead bodies on their backs.

"Who's dead?" Polly pointed in that direction.

"Our enemies."

Y/n decided to speak her thoughts, agreeing with her mother. "Tommy, this isn't right. Everyone is saying Gold and his people are bloody savages."

"This is vendetta's language. Changrettas kill one of us, we kill two of them."

Thomas Shelby was a respected person and everyone knew not to question his decisions nor argue with his ideas. But there were people not afraid to express their opinions, even the negative ones, and Y/n was one of these people.

However, the girl fell silent when she saw a particular boy. With not a single emotion on his face, he sat firmly on a black and white gypsy cob. The boy seemed young, he could be Y/n's age.

Y/n didn't look away when the boy's brown eyes locked with her y/e/c ones. As the horse he was on walked by Y/n, the boy nodded his head as a form of greeting. Despite the sadness that ruled Y/n's body that day, a spark appeared in her eyes for a brief moment. The whole scene lasted for seconds, but Y/n replayed it in her head many times.

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On the same day at night Y/n decided to make some tea, she couldn't sleep. Her mind processed John's death, it was very real, almost touchable. Michael had to live, because Y/n wouldn't be able to survive another death of a family member.

This was the language of vendetta. It was brutal. An eye for an eye. Now Y/n could understand it. If she didn't get murdered by Changrettas, she would die from all the mental pain, with a heart shattered by sorrow. John's death brought an awful pain to Y/n and it was just the beginning. Hopefully the rest of the Shelbys would manage to survive. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to engage the Golds into this.

Tommy came back to the flat to a deadly silence. It was late and Y/n was drinking tea on the sofa, but it didn't surprise him. Everything was different since the day John died and Y/n must've had a hard time dealing with it, especially because it happened so recently. She wasn't a trained soldier, she was sensitive, barely twenty years old, her young mind wasn't used to going through loss.

"Hi," the girl said, looking at Tommy, "here's some tea if you want," she gestured at a porcelain teapot that stood on a nearby table.

"I'd rather have something else."

Thomas walked across the room and grabbed a bottle of whisky, pouring a bit of it for himself into a glass. Then he took a place on the sofa next to his cousin. They didn't speak for a while, just sat there staring into nothingness.

"Where were you?" Y/n asked suddenly.

"Doing business."

"It was you who said we're only safe together. You can't just disappear, we were all worried something happened to you."

Tommy sighed. He didn't want Y/n to raise hell in the middle of the night. It wasn't him who was in the most danger. If anything, he would die last, because Changrettas wanted to hurt him by killing people he was close to, one by one.

"I wasn't alone, alright? I was with Aberama Gold."

Y/n opened her mouth, but didn't speak, not having the right words. She scratched the back of her neck and began thinking of how to say what she wanted to say.

"Speaking of him..." she began. "Who was the other man, next to Aberama?"

"There were three other men next to him." Tommy knew exactly who Y/n had in mind, but decided to mess around with her. Back at the funeral, he saw the way she and Aberama's son looked at each other. It was hard not to notice.

"The youngest one. What's his name?"

"Why do you need to know his name?"

Y/n set an empty cup on the table and crossed her arms on her chest. "Business. I need to know who we work with."

"Business, eh?" Tommy smirked. "He's Bonnie, Aberama's son. Don't get your hopes up, he's devoted to boxing, I don't think he'll find time for love."

"Love?" Y/n scoffed. "I told you it's for business, I don't look for love neither."

"Of course, Y/n. Of course."

Y/n stood up and with a faked grimace of anger walked up the stairs. When she was in her room where Tommy couldn't see her, she smiled to herself. She smiled for the first time in a while. Now she had to just find an excuse to get close to Bonnie.

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The second time Y/n met Bonnie Gold was at Charlie Strong's yard. Bonnie and his father came there, because Aberama had a wish to buy the yard. As a part of the deal.

Nobody was allowed to disrespect Thomas Shelby's family and friends, so he quickly showed Aberama how disrespectful his offer was.

During their discussion, Y/n was sitting by the makeshift table on a makeshift chair. She couldn't help but look at Bonnie. Once again, Y/n couldn't read his emotions, except blinking his face didn't move. And this time he wasn't looking at Y/n, he was focusing on the discussion between his father and Tommy.

When everyone, except Tommy, thought Aberama will toss the coin, he backed out. Even if he would won the yard, there were witnesses. People would talk, they would call him the man who wagered his own daughter for a messy, dirty yard.

"We missed Christmas, let's have it now," Tommy ended the dispute. "Peace on Earth, goodwill to all men."

Tommy, Arthur and the two guests took a seat by the tables. Bonnie sat almost in front of Y/n and since the table wasn't very wide, they were about three feet apart.

The oldest Shelby poured alcohol into every glass and cup. "Let's have a toast to John," he said, "raise your glasses."

"To John Shelby." Echoed through the yard and everyone drank.

When everyone picked up on conversations, Y/n's eyes wandered to Bonnie once again. This time she caught him already staring at her, so she decided to send him a light smile. To the girl's surprise, Bonnie blushed, which only made Y/n's smile wider.

Y/n sighed in her mind. Only if she knew how to start a conversation with him... She needed a moment to catch him when he's alone.

Discussions continued, several topics making their ways in Y/n's ears, but she didn't pay much attention. She would just nod from time to time or give a one word answer. She was mostly focused on silently flirting with Bonnie from across the table.

It was amusing to Tommy, who was able to focus on many things in one time. He both talked to everyone and observed his cousin's actions. From the beginning he knew what's going on.

Tommy stood up and walked up to Y/n. He put a hand on her shoulder to make her look at him.

"Get up and come with me." He demanded. "Polly and the rest are on the way, we don't want them to get lost, do we?"

Y/n nodded and stood up, a bit annoyed. She was really absorbed with sending seductive glances to her love target and tapping his legs with her feet under the table. She would rather keep doing this, than help Tommy with something he could as well do on his own.

"Mum knows this place like the back of her hand," Y/n protested when they walked away from the table, "she doesn't need us to guide her."

"Well, I figured you might need something else to do apart from eyefucking Bonnie."

"What are you talking about? I- I wasn't-"

"Don't waste your time to think of an excuse, I see you're into him and apparently he seems interested in you. Later on I'll be going to the stables to discuss business with Aberama, I suppose Bonnie will also be there, so you can come with me."

Y/n was kind of speechless, in a good way. Sometimes it was a useful skill of Tommy's to see through people's minds.

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Not much later Y/n followed Tommy to the stables. Bonnie was brushing his horse, he seemed to have a strong bond with the animal.

Thomas walked up to Aberama and set down three bottles on a table the man was sat by.

"No need for security," Aberama gestured to Y/n, who walked behind Tommy. "The girl always follows you like a shadow."

The comment was supposed to be a joke, but Y/n felt insulted.

"I'm Y/n Gray," she spoke, "Tom doesn't need security, I'm his business partner."

"Let's talk business then, shall we?"

Thomas took a seat and lit up a cigarette, while Y/n walked up to Bonnie and his horse.

"That's a beautiful horse," Y/n slowly touched the horse's back.

"Be careful, I advise you," Aberama warned, "she doesn't like strangers and has quite a temper."

"I could say the same about Y/n," Tommy joked, gaining a chuckle from Aberama. "But she's right, the horse's a fine beast."

"Nothing you see here is for sale, Mr Shelby."

As Aberama and Thomas continued their discussion, Y/n decided to start a conversation with Bonnie. Finally.

"What's her name?" She asked, running her hand through the horse's mane, but looking at Bonnie.

The boy hesitated for a second. "She doesn't have a name."

"How come?" Y/n smiled. "Such a beautiful creature should have an equally beautiful name."

"Beautiful creature..." Bonnie repeated, mumbling. He acted really shy, Y/n wouldn't expect that from him. He looked like a tough man. "I just never named her."

"Can I braid her hair?"

"Under one condition."

"And what might it be?"

"Teach me how to braid hair?"

"Sure, you just grab a part of it and section it into three parts..."

As Y/n was showing Bonnie how to braid hair, he tried to copy the movements of her hands. Their hands were not even inches apart, dangerously close. Eventually, Y/n and Bonnie touched each other, which made them both stop and look at one another.

It didn't last long, maybe only a few seconds, but Y/n's brain processed this moment in slow motion.

Until then, Y/n wasn't really keen on the whole theory of soulmates, but in that moment she understood it's true. When she looked at Bonnie from such small distance, she immediately knew he's the one.

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On the same day Bonnie became a peaky blinder. Tommy made a deal to help him achieve his boxing dream after a test fight in the Shelby factory. Bonnie won the fight, otherwise Tommy and Arthur wouldn't agree to promote him.

When Y/n watched the fight, she felt mesmerized. It was surprising how quickly Bonnie switched from a shy boy blushing at her words to a tough fighter not afraid to knock out his opponent. It was impressive. Y/n could get used to watching Bonnie's fights.

"Why did you walk alone?" Polly inquired as soon as her daughter stepped into their flat. She saw Y/n through the window.

"Tommy and Arthur had some more business to attend to," Y/n answered truthfully, "and I wasn't alone the whole time. For half of the way I walked with Bonnie and his father."

"I don't trust them. And what about the half when you walked alone? You know about vendetta, you know in how much danger we are. You're back in Small Heath, but it's not the same Small Heath you remember. It's full of Italians who want us dead!"

"Calm down, mum. I know how to defend myself. Kick the crotch and if that's not possible, ears rip off the easiest."

"They have snipers, Y/n! You wouldn't even know something's about to happen."

Y/n fell silent, she didn't want to argue with that. Her mother was right. If a sniper was about to shoot her, she wouldn't notice. Her dead body would fall on the ground and that would be it, the death of another Shelby.

"Mum?" Y/n wanted to change the topic. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

"Of course I do, darling. Why are you asking?"

"Because I think I've met mine."

Polly was astonished. Her daughter never seemed interested in romantic relationships and one day she comes home to announce she found her soulmate. Definitely something Polly wouldn't expect.

"I'll read your leaves if you're not sure, make yourself a cup of tea. Remember to focus on the intention."

Polly hoped Y/n didn't fall for Aberama Gold's son, she hoped it would be a temporary interest. They were savages and Polly didn't want her daughter to end up marrying someone like this. There were better candidates.

To Polly's disappointment the tea leaves indicated that the relationship has big potential to work out. It reassured Y/n and boosted her confidence.

"I'm not sure about this, Y/n."

"Why not? Mum, he's a good person-"

"No, nobody coming from the Gold bloodline can be a good person. They're-"

"Savages? I've heard that and even used to believe that until I met Bonnie. If you met him, you'd change your mind."

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Days had passed and apart from the time during which Bonnie was training for the big fight, he also found some time for dates with Y/n.

Something beautiful blossomed between those two, it wasn't just love. It was like two souls from a past life finding each other in a new life. Y/n didn't need any more confirmation.

As they rode on horses through a forest, Bonnie stopped by a pond, considering it a good place for a date. He dismounted the horse and tied it to a tree.

"I told my mother about you," Y/n said as she dismounted her own horse, "a while ago actually, but I hadn't told you before, because you'd think I'm crazy." She laughed, hoping the boy won't take the last part of the sentence seriously.

"And what particularly did you tell her?" Bonnie chuckled.

The couple sat down on the grass next to each other. Well, they weren't a couple yet, as neither of them asked one another out. They were two people, who barely knew one another, showing each other romantic affection.

"That you're my soulmate," the girl brushed the boy's arm up and down with two of her fingers, "I knew that since the day I saw you."

A light blush appeared on Bonnie's face once again. "How's that possible?"

"I just...felt it, I can't describe it. One look and I knew you're the one. Didn't you feel it?"

"Well, there are moments I feel like I've known you my whole life, or even longer. It's probably weird, I've never felt it before."

"You've just described what I couldn't," a sympathetic chuckle left Y/n's mouth. " I wish I could say I love you, but that would scare you off, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know, say it and find out."

Y/n's heart rate sped up, now she was the one that flushed. That clearly wasn't a sentence the girl would expect to fall from Bonnie's mouth. Y/n wondered if her blushed cheeks were visible, she couldn't recall a time a boy had made her turn red before.

"Bonnie Gold, a man full of surprises. I'm afraid that, despite the fact I barely know you, I.. love you."

"Now that I'm sure of your feelings I can admit that, unfortunately, I might love you too."

Both of the lovers laughed at the scene. It was so silly, they were glad nobody else was there to witness it.

When their laughters silenced, they looked deeply into each other's eyes. The pupils inside them were almost heart-shaped.

Bonnie gathered confidence from every part of his body and decided to kiss Y/n. He knew she won't stop him and he was right. Y/n put her hands on his neck, pulling him in as if skin on skin contact wasn't enough.

Bonnie lightly pushed Y/n as a sign for her to lay down, so he could hover over her. His left hand was under the girl's back, while his left wandered up and down her naked leg. She was dressed in a long, black dress, but the fabric wasn't too difficult to slide up.

Out of a sudden, a single gunshot sounded in the lovers' ears. The sound was somehow especially loud in a forest.

Y/n and Bonnie were quickly brought back to earth. They pulled away from each other. Bonnie pulled out his gun, while Y/n was ready with a gun she borrowed from Tommy the other day.

Another gunshot. Looking around, they couldn't spot anyone. Changretta's people were the only explanation in Y/n's mind.

"We should go." The girl whispered, gaining a nod from Bonnie.

They untied their horses from the tree and took off as fast as possible. The horses were disturbed as well and didn't mind a moment of a quicker ride in the order to stay alive.

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Before Y/n even walked back into her flat, she could hear her mother's voice arguing with Tommy and Arthur's voices. They fell silent as soon as they heard the door opening.

"What was all that about?" She asked, as a naturally curious person, without suspecting anything.

"Tommy and Arthur-" Polly started, but was interrupted by Thomas.

"Are curious where you were."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "In the morning I told you I'll have a, uh, meeting. Business meeting with Bonnie."

"How was it?" Tommy kept questioning, his arms crossed on his chest. "How was the meeting? What did you talk about?"

Y/n's lips parted, she searched for an answer in her head. She haven't even thought about that. Why did Tommy ask so many questions though? Y/n thought he wasn't against her and Bonnie. Maybe she shouldn't have lied that it was a business meeting. She should have been honest from the beginning and told them she's going on a date.

"About his career, you know?" Y/n finally found an excuse. "The fight is really soon and-"

"And?" Arthur hit his fist on a nearby wall. "Why do you keep lying?"

"What do you mean, Arthur? I'm not lying, how could I lie to my family?"

"So you weren't about to let Bonnie fuck you? In a fucking forest. Like a whore!"

Arthur's furious voice scared Y/n. She heard him yell before, but never at her. This was the first time Arthur raised his voice at Y/n.

"And you would let him do it," he continued, "if I didn't fire my gun, you would let him fuck you!"

Y/n's eyes visibly widened. "It was you! We thought Changrettas sent somebody! I was fucking terrified!" The fear Y/n had for Arthur's anger evolved into her own anger. She was so furious. How could he scare them like that? Especially in times where they're being hunted by an Italian mafia.

Tommy walked closer to Y/n and put his hand on her shoulder. "It's for your own good. We don't want anything bad to happen to you, like the thing that was about to happen."

"Damn it, Tommy, I'm twenty years old! I can have sex whenever I feel like it! You have no problem with Finn messing around with girls! You even encourage him to do it!"

"Because he won't be the one walking around Small Heath with a fucking bun in the oven!"

A loud sound of slap filled the room and right after it an awful silence that spoke more than a thousand words. Y/n ran to her room. Tommy stood there, with a hand on his cheek. He was used to women slapping his face, but that was the first time Y/n did it.

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After the argue, Polly decided to have a chat with Y/n. She was way better at this than Arthur and Tommy, she just had a way with words.

Y/n was told to limit the time she spends with Bonnie, for his good. The fight was going to happen in a few weeks, so he had to focus on preparing for it. After it, he would be free to spend as much time as he wants with Y/n.

After Michael left the hospital, Polly decided it'll be best if he stays with the Gypsies. And who could help with it if not Aberama and Bonnie?

"No fucking way." Michael himself didn't seem to consider his mother's idea a good idea. He has never lived that way. Until a few years ago he probably had no idea there's any Gypsy blood in him.

"Have you ever eaten hedgehog?" Aberama joked, causing others to laugh.

"I'm getting back into the car."

"Aren't you curious about the way our ancestors lived?" Y/n asked. "Just imagine that. No work, no worries, slow life with plants and birds. And Changrettas won't be able to find you."

"Then go and live this life, Y/n. We can switch roles, I won't mind."

"I wasn't the one who got shot," Y/n chuckled, shaking a bottle of Michael's medicine right before handing it over to Bonnie.

"And the healers," Aberama added, "they'll heal you quicker than any medicine."

"Fucking witches." Michael cursed under his breath.

This caused Bonnie to switch from the typical nice boy he was around his people to more of a harsh person.

"Show some respect, Mr Gray," he said, "they've agreed to welcome you on account of your blood."

Michael raised a brow at the comment. He was ready to reply to it, but Y/n was quicker.

"Don't be so negative, Michael. You're gonna be a fucking royalty there. Our grandma was a Gypsy princess."

Michael looked at Polly. "Is that true?" By the expression of his face, Y/n could tell he thinks she's joking or lying.

Polly nodded. "Birdy Boswell."

As Polly was giving some last advice to Michael, Y/n spoke in private to Bonnie. As much private as possible it was in a forest, a few feet away from others.

"Tommy said we can't meet until the fight night," Y/n said, secretly rubbing her hand on Bonnie's hand so that nobody could notice.

"Thankfully it's soon. One more day," Bonnie intertwined his pointing finger with Y/n's.

"Even one day without you is a torture."

A smirk made its way on Bonnie's face. "What were you doing before you met me? Your life must've been so boring."

"I'm trying to be romantic," Y/n chuckled, lightly pushing Bonnie.

"Marry me then, that would be romantic."

If Y/n thought Bonnie was surprising before, this time he reached the apogee of it. The girl looked at him with eyes wider than a full moon.

"You've just said to Michael how interesting the life of your ancestors was," Bonnie continued, "if you marry me, you'll get to live this life every day. It'll be amazing, I promise."

"Bonnie Gold, once again, you're a man full of surprises."

Their conversation was interrupted by Polly's voice. "Y/n, we're going. Come here to say goodbye to your brother."

"I'm coming." She answered and looked back to Bonnie. "I'll think about it, okay? I wasn't prepared for this."

"Yeah, yeah, let's wait and I'll buy you a ring with the money I get for winning the fight."

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Time was passing so slow for Y/n. She was told to not leave home, which made everything even worse. There was nothing to do, so she walked outside to the tiny backyard.

It brought back so many memories. Maybe she had missed Small Heath, maybe she was going to miss it once she leaves for good. Bonnie wouldn't agree to live in a house, probably, that would be a big discomfort for him. They shouldn't get married so soon, Y/n felt a special connection with him, but they were too young for marriage.

Sure, when her mother was her age she already had a child, but maybe this wasn't what Y/n wanted. She wanted to live a happy life and so far she did feel happy, if she didn't think about the whole vendetta going on. Maybe it wasn't just a right idea for Y/n to get married at twenty. It would be a big change. And both families would probably start expecting a pregnancy announcement, while Y/n didn't need children to feel fulfilled. Just her and Bonnie and their horses and that slow, calm life in a forest would be enough.

Y/n was so glad when the evening finally came. She couldn't wait to watch the fight. Bonnie was sure he's gonna win, but many people thought otherwise considering his opponent's size. Y/n didn't want Bonnie to get hurt too badly, Tommy even pointed out she looked more stressed than Bonnie.

Y/n hung her arms around Bonnie's neck the moment she saw him in the room he was getting ready for the fight.

"Win this for me." She whispered.

"And for the twenty percent cut Mr Shelby will give you if you knock Goliath out in the fourth round," Aberama added with a chuckle.

Arthur pat Y/n's back. "Let's go," he said, "you have a special seat next to the rest of Shelby ladies."

It was a seat in the front row, between Polly and Lizzie. Y/n was going to have a good view of Bonnie knocking out Goliath.

The fight turned out to not be so pleasant for Bonnie in the first round, or so everyone was supposed to think. After the second round, his face was covered in blood. People didn't think he would win, so they were placing their money on Goliath. Everything was going according to plan.

Polly and Lizzie went to the bathroom, but didn't come back for quite some time. Ada went after them, but seemed to get lost there. Linda offered to go to check on them, but it was taking her a lot of time so eventually Y/n decided to investigate the situation herself.

The women were, indeed, in the bathroom. They seemed to be having a lot of fun with booze didn't care much about the fight. Linda was even snorting coke by the sink.

"Welcome to an extraordinary meeting of the Shelby ladies, Y/n!" Polly exclaimed. "Lizzie has something to announce."

Y/n looked at Lizzie. The woman didn't look very happy about the announcement she was about to make, but eventually she spoke.

"I'm pregnant. It's Tommy's, but I haven't told him."

"Oh my God, congratulations!" Y/n cheered. She hugged Lizzie, hoping that would give her some assurance. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Polly says it's a girl. Her name will be Ruby."

"Ruby Shelby," Y/n beamed, "perfect, I love it."

Y/n was genuinely happy for Lizzie. She was glad Tommy managed to find someone to be with after Grace's death. He was devastated after it happened, so everyone was worried he would never get over Grace.

Everyone was a bit tipsy and in a good mood, so Y/n felt like it's a right moment to make her own announcement.

"I as well have something to tell you."

Lizzie gasped. "Are you pregnant too?"

Then, Linda spoke before Y/n could deny.

"I told them that Bonnie boy will get you knocked up."

"I'm not pregnant." Y/n stated harshly. "But...he proposed to me."

"He proposed to you?" Ada's face expressed worry.

"That's so great!" Lizzie embraced Y/n.

Polly didn't say anything about Y/n's announcement. She stood in one place, leaning on a wall, her face having one if these expressions no one could read.

She walked to the door. "Let's go back to our seats. The fight will soon be over."

She wasn't wrong. Accordingly to the deal, Bonnie knocked out Goliath in the fourth round. The crowd cheered, even though many people lost their money.

Y/n was ecstatic seeing Bonnie so proud of himself. He walked around the boxing ring, stopping in every corner to express his happiness.

"I announce Bonnie Gold the welterweight champion!" Referee's voice said through the speakers.

Bonnie gestured for Y/n to come to him, and so she did. He leaned down over the ropes to hug her. When he put his arms around Y/n and had her in a tight embrace, he lifted her over the ropes so that she was also standing in the ring with him.

"You're fucking crazy, Bonnie," Y/n took her lover's face in her hands. "I fucking love you."

She didn't care about getting her hands dirty in Bonnie's blood. It wasn't the first time Y/n had her hands dirty in blood and at least this time it was for a good reason.

"I won this for you," Bonnie said, still breathing heavily, "now I can buy a ring and propose to you properly."

"There's no need for that. I would marry you with paper rings, Bonnie."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes. And I'm accepting your proposal. I want to marry you."

Suddenly, the scene was interrupted by Tommy. He jumped into the ring with a gun in his hand. Bonnie and Y/n were in too much shock to understand what's happening. They looked at Tommy with fear and confusion when he fired the gun.

"Close the doors, no one fucking leaves!" He shouted, firing the fun two more times. "My brother is dead! Arthur Shelby is dead!"

Everything was over, all happiness Y/n felt was gone. Arthur was dead? Who killed him? It couldn't be true. Not again. Not another Shelby death.

"Tommy, give me the gun." Y/n demanded, walking up to her cousin. She had tears in her eyes, but had to stay strong this time, she promised that to herself.

"Y/n," the man grappled with the girl.

"Calm down, Tom."

Y/n firmly held Tommy after grabbing his gun. She didn't trust him with a gun in such moment. She felt her naked shoulder getting wet, whether from sweat or tears, or both, but it didn't matter in that moment.

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Another Shelby died. Another funeral was held. Oh what a surprise it was to everyone except for Tommy when Arthur Shelby turned out to be alive. Thomas used his death in the order to kill Luca Changretta and win the war.

On the same day Luca died, Thomas held a party in his mansion in the evening. It was a small party, just for the family and friends. Thomas and Arthur raised toasts and Arthur insisted Tommy should take some time off.

Y/n looked at Bonnie, who was standing next to her. She didn't need to say anything, he knew what's on her mind and nodded. This was the right time to announce their engagament to everyone. So far only four people knew about it - Polly, Ada, Lizzie and Linda - and they kept it a secret as Y/n asked them to.

"Now that all toasts are done, we would like to say something," Y/n spoke solemnly, taking a step forward.

Bonnie, who walked forward as well, finished the announcement. "We are getting married."

The room sounded with people clapping their hands. Until Polly cleared her throat.

"I think you forgot about something, Bonnie boy." Thomas reminded.

"Oh, uh, right," there he was, blushing again, "we would like to get married if you agree, Mrs Gray."

Polly gave Bonnie an amused smile. After all, was better than a random men Y/n could've met in The Garrison or somewhere similar. The woman walked up to the young lovers and stood in front of them, putting her one hand on her daughter's shoulder and the other hand on Bonnie's shoulder.

"You have my blessings," she spoke, "may your love thrive in marriage. In joy, health and success."

"Thank you, Mrs Gray."

"Oh, you can call me Polly."

Everyone clapped their hands again, Polly got back to her place on the sofa with a big smile on her face.

"One more thing before we start celebrating and get drunk," Bonnie said, looking for something in his pockets. He turned to Y/n and got down on one knee, pulled out a small box with a ring. "I promised you a ring. You said you don't need a ring, but I want to keep my promise."

Y/n gave Bonnie her hand, so that he could slide the engagement ring on her finger. It fit just perfectly and looked expensive. A golden ring with a green gem, most likely an emerald.

Now that was the time to celebrate. The Shelby brothers were pouring alcohol into everyone's glasses. Women formed a circle around Y/n, wanting to check out the ring.

"So when is the wedding?" Ada asked.

"We'll see." Y/n answered. "Probably as soon as possible."

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In this case 'as soon as possible' meant 'in a week'. There weren't many preparations needed, Tommy insisted on Y/n wearing Grace's wedding dress, Finn bought wedding rings and Jeremiah agreed to do the formal part, although the wedding didn't take place in a church.

Neither Y/n nor Bonnie wanted to get married in a church, so they did it on a meadow, in the middle of a forest, surrounded by nature and Romani caravans.

"You may now kiss the bride."

These words were enough. The freshly married couple kissed in front of other people for the first time, this time without even Arthur firing a gun to stop them. Arthur and Thomas were happy with their cousin's choice.

After the formal part, the party started and it was so loud, people danced as some girl from Bonnie's side of family played on a violin. Everyone had so much fun after sad and scary times. They deserved it.

"Nearby my house there's an empty house, ready to be sold," Tommy said as they sat down to eat, "I already talked to them, I could buy it for you."

"Nearby your house?" Y/n laughed, "Tommy, you have so much land, I don't know what does nearby mean to you."

"Besides," Bonnie interjected, "we'll live with my family. Y/n said she wants to try that life out."

"That's alright," Tommy was visibly tipsy, "but I can buy that house just in case! If Y/n gets bored, you could just bring her there to spend some time with the Shelbys."

"I don't think another house is needed for that," Y/n herself started to feel the alcohol take effects on her, "we can just stay over at yours. Or mum's. Or Arthur's."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of violin once again, the violin girl was playing another song.

"Let's dance!" Y/n dragged her husband to the 'dancefloor'. He didn't protest.

The music was cheerful and rapid, the freshly married couple used a lot of jumping in the dance, spinning one another around from time to time. It was a really refreshing sight to everyone. They could forget about all the worries and problems and just live the moment, enjoy it.

Aberama took a look at his son and smiled widely. The boy couldn't make any better choice, Y/n was perfect for him. They matched so well, Aberama knew there's a bright future in front of them.

Polly's opinion was the same. Maybe it all happened very fast between Y/n and Bonnie, but that was just meant to be. Fate wanted it to go this way. Polly sensed Bonnie is a good man, who will take care of her daughter well.

It was the happiest moment of Y/n's life so far. If everything went so smooth until the wedding, she wondered how amazing it was going to be all the way through the rest of their lives. And who would've thought Y/n would meet her future husband at her cousin's funeral?

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I got up from the stairs and smiled back at him.

"Hey" I said quietly

"Hi" he replied, winding his arms around my waist.

"Where did you go?" I asked softly

"Talk to dad, ask him to stay in the tent... you know just in case, I- I'm not expecting anything from you, I just thought it'd be nice if we were alone" he rambled, so I cut him off with a kiss.

"Calm down, I know what you mean... shall we go inside?" I asked, to which he nodded and started off up the small steps, opening the door and letting me through.

"It's nice" I said simply

And it was... it was small but cosy, a kitchen area to one side and a small seating area to the other.

At the end was a bed, set up with heaps of blankets and pillows, I'm assuming Bonnie took some and slept on the floor at night.

"Thanks" he said, a silence coming over us, the moment had been interrupted by Bonnie rushing off, I wasn't really sure what to do next.

Especially seeing as I've never done this before.

Bonnie moved further down the caravan, lighting two lamps and placing them on the side, lighting the place up a bit more, the soft glow making Bonnie look angelic.

He turned back around to look at me, and I couldn't hold it back any longer, I moved forward and grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

He made a sound of surprise but caught me in his arms, immediately kissing me back.

He turned us slightly and pushed me against the cupboards, his rough hands coming down to grip my thighs and pull me up onto the side. It was all very quick.

"Bonnie" I gasped, his mouth coming into contact with my neck, kissing almost every inch of it and down to the top of my breasts, my dress stopping him from going further.

His mouth moved back up to my lips, kissing me with vigour as my hands came to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, his vest following straight after.

His bare chest was on show to me, and I couldn't stop my hands from running down his toned stomach, lightly flittering over his trouser fastenings.

I looked at him, waiting to see if he'd stop me, but he didn't, so I undid his buttons, shoving them down his legs as he kissed me, his legs coming up to shed the rest himself. Fuck knows when our shoes has came off.

He was now in his underwear, pulling my legs to wrap around his waist and picking me up, I moaned as he sat us on the side of the bed, his fingers unclasping the back of my dress and pulling it down, exposing my bra.

I got up from his lap, taking the rest of my dress off and letting it drop to the floor. He just stared at me, his hands resting on my hips and rubbing small circles on my skin.

I felt slightly self conscious now, I had little scars littered over my body, one big one down the side of my left thigh. As well as a few tattoos dotted everywhere.

"Ari" he muttered, eyes never leaving my body.

I stayed still, not sure of what to do.

He leant forward, leaving open mouthed kisses along my stomach.

I gasped at the feeling, tangling my hands in his hair, I'd never had someone touch me like this, kiss me like this.

I felt my body growing hotter, an aching need forming in my stomach, I'm sure I was probably dripping for him by now.

"Bonnie... please" I begged, my head threw back, I wasn't sure what I was begging for.

He continued to pepper kisses over my stomach, his lips grazing across the top of my panties, teasing me.

"Bon" I begged again.

His hands trailed around my waist, pulling me down to straddle him and then moving so he was on top of me, my head resting on the pillows and his body in between my legs.

It was only now I really noticed the bulge in his pants, a pretty big fucking bulge at that.

He leaned down, claiming my lips with his. My back arched into him as his finger trailed up my spine, stopping when they reached the fastening to my bra.

"Tell. Me. To. Stop. And I. Will" He said between kisses, his mouth finding my neck again, I could do nothing but shake my head, arching my back further into him.

"Good" he said, as he unclipped my bra and threw it somewhere neither of us cared to look at.

"Ari" he groaned, grinding into me and sucking on my collarbone

His lips made their way down to my breasts, dotting kisses all around them and on each and every scar

"You're so fucking beautiful" he mumbled against my skin, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine as his hands clenched onto the sides of my thighs.

My legs quivered as my hands gripped his hair harder

I craved to feel more of his lips on my body

Sucking, biting, kissing

Staining me, marking me, forever tainting me as his

No matter what happened, my body would belong to him, as would my heart

Only he could make my body react like this, completely compliant to his every will, he's the only one who could make me moan the way I was

I never wanted to moan any other man's name, I was his

Even if he didn't want me, I was his...

My body wanted him in every possible way. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him, feel every single inch of him and mark him as mine.

Only mine. Forever

His mouth took one of my nipples into his mouth, making me gasp at the new sensation.

He sucked and lightly bit them, alternating between the two and groping the other in his hand.

"Bonnie" he didn't listen, just kept kissing me all over

"Bonnie... Bonnie!" I said again, pulling his face up to me

"What?" He asked breathlessly, his face flushed and his lips swollen.

"I need you" I said softly, kissing him more softly, pulling him closer with my legs and moving my hands down to the top of his underwear.

I pulled them down slightly, stopping when he moved away from me, breaking the kiss.

He pulled the blankets back, getting under with me and pulling them back over us, getting back into the position we were previously in.

He kissed me again, looking at me with love and desperation in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?... because we can stop if you wan-" I cut him off with a kiss, tugging on his pants.

He kissed back, shedding his underwear and trailing his hands up my legs to pull my panties off.

We were both left naked, his body settled in between my legs, his hard cock brushing against my thighs.

My hand moved on its own accord, grasping his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly.

"Ari" he moaned, meeting my strokes, making him even harder.

He eventually moved closer, rubbing against my wet core, asking for entrance.

"Bon?" I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He just looked at me, his body stilling as he waited for me to say something.

"I love you" I said quietly, squeaking slightly as he swooped down to kiss me again.

He slowly moved against me, getting ready to enter me

After a moment he pushed in, stopping every few seconds to make sure I wasn't in any discomfort.

He finally got all the way in, and I felt like I was going to split in two.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his forehead against mine, his voice strained.

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For the event can I pls have

🌝 Pisces Moon for Bonnie Gold? 💜

YESS MY BABY BONNIE <333

he's terrified of moths

favorite colour is mustard and everyone makes fun of him for it

bonnie likes being called 'bon bon'

from boxing so long most of his knuckles have been broken at least once or twice

he never starts a fight but he Will end every single one

hates the taste of irish whiskey but drinks it to fit in

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[pacifymebby]

Angels // Bonnie Gold

Fluff that gets carried away and becomes NSFW by the end / you look after Bonnie after a fight. Vaguely based on the song Angels by the XX

"Y'know little dove I don't think this is what Tommy had in mind when he told you to draw me a bath..." Smirked Bonnie where he stood in the middle of the cool stone floor, watching you through the gathering steam. The deep green tiles on the wall glistened with condensation, your shoulders glistened too, little beads of water scintillating under the low light of the candles you'd lit and placed carefully all around the room.

"If it's not then he very naive..." you replied, your smirk just as soft, as mischievous as his.

If Bonnie had been asked to describe you in that moment, he would have said angelic. In just your faded coral slip, silky and drifting as if caught in a gentle current just above your knees, you looked as though you'd drifted down to him from heaven itself. And Bonnie had taken enough blows to the head that afternoon to believe in those kinds of miracles.

It had been a long fight and in order to try and rake in the most money from takings Tommy had asked Bonnie to prolong the fight until the 10th round. He'd taken more hits than he was used to and you'd been a little shocked to see him up close in the dressing room. When he'd been declared champion in the ring you had of course been able to see the blood smeared over his face, but to see the damage up close had left you shaking. You were certain that your brothers already knew about you and Bonnie's secret affections anyway but if they hadn't, then the way you'd rushed to hold his face so delicately in your hands, the way you'd insisted on cleaning him up yourself - and the way you'd done so with the gentleness of a saint - had to have given you away.

It had to have been obvious how in love with him you were. So you were right in what you'd said to Bonnie.

If Tommy hadn't known exactly what you would do the moment you were left alone with the young fighter, then he was stupid. Simple as that.

Still, whether you were right or wrong that didn't stop Bonnie being a little nervous at the thought of what Tommy would do to him if he ever caught the two of you together.

As you stepped up to him to begin undoing the buttons of his thin linen undershirt which was still stained with blood from the big fight, he found himself grow a little shy. For a second when you looked up at him with your big doe eyes, the picture of innocence as your fingers stepped nimbly, button to button down his chest, he didn't know where to look.

He tried to clear his throat, eyes wandering to study the ceiling but only for a second, unable to resist you for even a moment.

"Somehow I don't think your big brother wants you helping a 'savage' undress dove..." he said cracking a crooked little grin, the whites of his teeth showing as his dimple etched into his cheek. He was laughing at the remark which had been thrown around by more than one man in Charlie's Yard when the Golds had first arrived in small health, but you knew that somewhere beneath his stubborn, self assured surface, Bonnie harboured some doubts about himself when it came to you, the Shelby 'fuckin' princess.

Still, you weren't one to let your lad linger on thoughts like that and so as you slipped one hand beneath the linen of his shirt and smoothed it gently over his bruised chest searching for his heartbeat, you stood on tip toes and cupped his cheek with your other.

"My big brother told me to look after you Mr Gold," you said, your voice a troublemaking whisper as your eyes glowed and locked with his, " so thats just what I'll do and if he don't like it..." you said pausing momentarily when your eyes flickered over his tired cheek bones, your irises reflected in his, caught out for a moment by his rugged brusiy beauty.

"What?" He chuckled, his hand resting on yours as you remained holding his cheek, studying him with the faint flicker of awe in your pupils, "if he don't like it what?"

You closed your eyes and rushed to press your lips firm and lingering against his, catching him by surprise so that he almost stumbled back, his hand catching your shoulder to steady you both as you kissed his lips once and then twice, hesitating as you pulled away only to come straight back for another.

For a second he was so stunned all he could do was stand there gazing back at you, shocked by you moment of smothering affection. But his smile lingered and as he looked at you he found it increasingly difficult to let you finish your sentence.

"If he don't like it," you smirked stroking Bonnie's cheek with your thumb, "well one day this 'savage' is gonna be king of the whole wide fuckin world ain't he... So Tommy'll just have to get used to it." You said with such cheeky defiance, such determined confidence that Bonnie couldn't help but laugh at you and shake his head, grinning as he let his shirt fall from his shoulders and land in a heap at his feet.

"Alright," he said, his voice low and thick with amusement, "you've convinced me little dove but..."

"What?" You asked quietly as he reached out to you, fingers grazing your delicate shoulder, knocking the strap of your dress down so that it fell and revealed your soft skin. Your neck soft with an ethereal sheen left by the steam which had caressed and settled over you like a warm breath. The little heart shaped meeting of your collar bones above your chest, the freckles which scattered your body in all the places the sun had once reached out to touch you.

He was mesmerized by you at the best of times but now... Now when he was so tired, when his body ached from the fight, every muscle craving a little tenderness, now when he'd been waiting to get you alone all day... Now he was utterly convinced that you were a gift sent from god just for him.

"But..." he teased, leaning down to kiss you, letting his lips graze yours as he spoke with that unforgivable smirk, "when he finds out and you wind up in all sorts of trouble," he chuckled, "this savage ain't gonna stick around to save you sweetheart..." he said rolling his eyes when you giggled and shrugged him off, shrugging out of your slip and letting it fall as you dismissed his threat carelessly.

"You don't mean that..." you smiled up at him sweetly, biting back the most angelic of grins when he raised his brow and asked you just what made you so sure of that.

"You're always here to save me..." you said, eyes locking with his, a brief flicker of sincerity that left a small but proud smile on his lips. Your hands resting on his bare chest, your eyes flickering over the damage left by his opponent, a frown etching only to disappear just as quickly when you looked up at him and met him with mischief in your voice, "even when I really deserve it..."

He chuckled and shook his head, caught your shoulder just as you turned to step away so that he could pull you back to him. Bow his head to leave a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon," you murmured, tilting your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him trail his fingertips down your neck, the steam misting between you like a veil to be brushed aside too.

You stepped into the water first, your fingers grazing Bonnie's palm as he held his hand out to steady you. Tender with you even now when it was supposed to be the other way round.

But you knew your Bonnie in and out and you knew that this was the only way he'd let you take care of him. If you let him pretend it was you who needed to be treated tenderly that evening.

The water was hot and for a moment after stepping in you felt that good sting spread from your ankles to your thighs. Bonnie watched as you lowered yourself beneath the water, watched your naked form dip beneath the surface, concealed from him by the dancing candlelight on the surface. He watched the water lap at your chest as you lowered yourself beneath the hot water to your neck, watched as your skin blushed a tempting shade of pink... And when you opened your legs slowly, your eyes flickering to meet his, your hand closing around his and tugging him closer to the tub well... he wasn't about to try and resist you.

You watched as he used one foot to push down the leg of his trousers, bit back a grin when he had to kick his foot a little to send his boxers on their way, but your smile changed when he returned his focus to you. When his eyes locked with yours, warm and dark and flickering with a tender kind of lust. One which was growing more familiar the longer you spent in the fighters company.

"Hurry up," you said with a childish kind of smile, "you'll get cold..."

"Not likely," he chuckled making some passing comment about you Shelby's and your luxuries. He was often teasing you for the spoils your family enjoyed, the wealth which seemed to leak unignorably from every corner of your lives. How you never showed to one of his fights in anything less than your finery. He was always making little jokes about how people would start rumours you were out of his league, but you were more stubborn than anyone when it came to that... That Bonnie would be champion of the whole world one day, that if anything it was the other way around.

"Bon please..." you stuck your bottom lip out, pouting up at him in the hopes he might stop stalling, stop giving you those hungry eyes and just slip into the water with you. "I'm trying to be a good girl here and you won't let me..." you carried on feigning a sulk, gasping exasperated and splashing water at him when he raised his brow.

"you? Good?" He smirked grinning and flicking his fingers through the water to splash you back, enjoying the little shriek and the way you flinched and squirmed away.

You whined as you brushed soapy water from your eyes holding your hand out to catch his again. Relieved when this time he gave in and joined you. His sigh of relief harmonised with yours as he lowered himself into the tub and came to rest between your legs. He couldn't keep the little smile off his lips when you sat up and wrapped your arms around him pressing your chest against his back, guiding him down into your embrace as you nuzzled into his neck and scattered tender little kisses like freckles over his skin. You kissed his shoulder and let your lips linger, smiling softly to yourself as you held him, so precious, in your arms.

He was much broader than you but with your arms and your thighs locked around his body you held him just as securely as he could ever hold you. And with your cheek resting against his shoulder he felt so at home. The ache of the fight seemed to melt away from him beneath your delicate touch and as you trailed your hands up over his biceps and leant back into the tub you brought him down with you until the two of you were lying down neck deep in the water, held by the heat and the steam.

You dragged your teeth gently over his neck as you kissed him again, tickling him affectionately as he tilted his head back against your shoulder. You watched as he smiled, his eyes closed, a satisfied little hum leaving his lips as he chuckled at your persistent playful advances.

"You seem happier now," he teased referring to the apparent panic which had gripped you when you'd first seen him in the changing rooms.

For a second you'd been terrified, a dagger through your heart at the sight of your love in such a sorry looking state.

"Don't think I like watching you fight as much as everyone else does..." you admitted with a shy smile, glad he wasn't looking at you to see the way you blushed. You felt silly admitting it but it was true. From afar it was easy to watch him, when you couldn't see the damage being done. When you could see the state he was leaving the other lad in. When he was grinning bright eyed despite the blood in his mouth, one fist held in the air. Champion again.

But when you had his wounded jaw held in your palm. When you could feel the heat and the swelling left after the show, when you could see how tired he really was after the fuss had all died down. Well, it scared you a little.

"That's because you worry too much." He chuckled turning his head so that he was nuzzled into your neck, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw as your fingers idled in his damp curls. "Does that mean I'm gonna have to fare without my good luck charm next time?" He asked looking up at you through his long black lashes.

"No," you said, your soft smile mirroring his, "I'll be at every single one of your fights, wouldn't want those girls from the front row getting any ideas..."

"Oh really? Were there girls in the front row?" He grinned trying to tease you with his clearly-for-show-feigned disinterest.

"Oh give over," you giggled trailing off as you spider walked your fingers down over his shoulder, letting your hand rest flat over his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart. "Actually," you said with a softer more self aware smirk, "I just couldn't let anyone else patch you up after... I wanna be able see for myself that you're okay you know? An I don't trust anyone else to know..."

Bonnie looked down at your hand on his chest, grateful that the dim light and the steam concealed the true cause of his blushing cheeks. He watched your hand resting on his heart and relaxed into your embrace. With your legs wrapped around him he felt so secure, so cared for. And everything you'd just said to him, he'd been secretly hoping to hear.

"So let me get this straight," he said, his teasing smirk hard to hide or hold back, "you y/n Shelby, think you know better than a trained doctor?"

"When it comes to you, yeah..." you bit your lip, feeling a little more shy when he held your hand and took it from his chest. Held it up to his lips instead, brushing his thumb over your knuckles as he pressed his lips to your palm and let it linger.

"You fuckin Shelby's," he muttered shaking his head disapprovingly, "you're all the fuckin same..."

"Oh well," you giggled letting your other hand trail down his chest beneath the water, letting your fingers graze his inner thigh temptingly, "if we're all the fuckin same maybe you'd like to swap me out for one of my brothers..." you said with a cheeky smile, your hand squeezing his thigh, trying to tease him.

"No dove," he grinned, his voice catching in his throat as he felt your fingers wandering below the water, felt your knuckles gentle caress lightly up his semi hard length. "I promise you I would not."

His voice was lower then, a little tight sounding as your fingers curled around his length and began to massage him gently.

He was quiet then, his breath and your breath, the gentle lapping of the water against the sides of the tub, the only sounds as he relaxed under your touch.

As you moved your hand slowly beneath the water you left a scattering of lethargic open mouthed kisses over his shoulder and up along his neck, trailing slowly up to his jaw. He couldn't hold back the soft groan of pleasure which left him as you settled into a gentle rhythm, your thighs squeezing a little tighter around his waist.

As you worked at relaxing Bonnie you felt your own body growing more sensitive too. Your nipples hard, rubbing his back, a heat between your open legs that only the current of the water moving between you could satisfy. And really all that tickling current served to do was drive your longing.

"You really are a good girl aren't you little dove," he hummed as he pushed himself up a little so that he could reach to catch the corner of your mouth in a kiss.

And when you felt his lips brush yours you couldn't help but give in to him and let him take what he wanted from you. With one hand reached up behind you he held the back of your head and guided your lips down to meet his, opening your mouth with the flick of his tongue. You let him in, let his tongue brush over yours as he hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending a little spark straight to your tummy. Sparking your own desire to a torturous level as you carried on pleasuring him beneath the water.

"Don't get used to it..." you tried to tease pulling away from his kiss only able to escape his pull for a moment before he cut you off and pulled you back in. His lips locked with yours hungrily as he slipped his tongue back into your mouth. His fingers tangled in your hair, his strength meaning he could force your head down closer to him with ease.

He kissed you harder, biting your lip and tugging to draw you in even closer, your moan melting with his when you tightened your gentle grip around his shaft to apply just enough pressure as your slipped your palm over his head and rolled your thumb over his tip.

You felt him grow even harder against your palm and bit back a satisfied little smile enjoying the knowledge that you were turning him on. Enjoying the thought that any minute now he'd lose the will to resist you and have you pulled up into his lap in seconds.

That was your favourite thing to do. Tease him until the switch flipped in his head and he simply picked you up, manouvered you however he want you, took you however he needed to.

He was so much stronger than you and the reminder of that fact in those moments of passion left you dizzied by your desire for him.

And this time it was just the same.

The needy grunt which escaped him as you teased his balls with your palm. The way he stiffened for a second, paused to think about it before he settled on his next move.

The way once he'd decided he moved so quickly, not caring for the mess of water he sent spilling over the sides of the tub when he swapped your places in the bath and pulled you up onto his lap.

Suddenly you were completely exposed. Suddenly it was you blushing, balanced perfectly before him, water rushing down your body, rivulets trickling over your breasts. Steam rising from your skin. The flicker of light from the wavering candles. The shadows which danced over you as you lowered yourself onto his cock with a soft sigh. You were heavensent. As he leant back in the tub, his hands caressed the curves of your body, watching you shiver and blush with his every delicate tough, he was certain of it. You were an angel sent down to earth just for him. He was the luckiest man alive.

"Fuck.." you breathed, a self conscious shake in your voice as you smiled and felt his cock stroke the sensitive spot inside you. Teasing you as he moved slowly and then not at all.

For a minute he was still, and his hands resting firmly on your hips held you still too.

You could feel yourself clenching and relaxing around his shaft, could feel the needy pulse beating in your clit, the wanting ache in your thighs. But bonnie was strong enough to hold you still and the small amount of pressure he applied was enough to render you helpless.

He let his eyes trail the length of your body slowly and smiled, you were gorgeous and he wanted to memorise every detail of the way you looked in that moment. Wanted to lock your image away in the back of his mind so that next time he was in that ring he could remind himself just what he'd be going home to if he won.

"Jesus Christ y/n I think you might be a fuckin angel you know..." he smirked, his soft chuckle as he spoke leaving a blush which glowed on your cheeks and your breast bone. With one hand still holding your hips he let his other trail back up over your belly and between your breasts. His smirk lingering as he watched you shiver beneath his touch. He could get cocky sometimes, when he watched how weak you were for him. How dependent on him you were in these moments when you found yourself at the mercy of his touch.

"With a mouth like that you'd better hope I'm not... I'll tell on you and you'll never get to..." but just as the word 'heaven' teetered on the tip of your tongue Bonnie pushed your hip down, grinding your crotch against his so that instead of teasing him all you could do was shiver and whimper instead.

"What was that little dove?" He asked, sitting up a little straighter so that he could look you in the eyes as he fucked you.

You were lost for words then, your eyes sparkling with amusement, a shy kind of knowing when you met his gaze and held it giving in and letting him manipulate your body. Moving your hips to the rhythm he set with a little smile on your lips.

His nose knocked against yours as he caught your lips with his mumbling the softest "I love you" as he ground your hips down even harder than the last time, sending a wave of pleasure through your core and a flutter of butterflies through your tummy. You couldn't help the smile which glowed on your face as he kissed you again. He kissed the corner of your mouth and then your cheek, trailed a freckling of kisses alone your jaw and neck only to change his mind a moment later and return to kiss you on your open, moaning mouth.

Your back arched with pleasure as you began to pick up the pace, his hands smoothing up your waist, holding you firmly as you moved up and down his shaft, digging a little deeper each time as you tried to chase your high.

He ran his hands up your back and held your shoulders, pulling you in flush against his chest. Your nipples rubbing against his chest as the two of you moved in harmony, your sighs of pleasure harmonising too.

You could tell you were making a mess, could hear the water splashing over the side of the tub and hitting the floor in little waves, but you didn't care about that anymore.

All you cared about was getting as close to one another as possible. And all you knew was you couldn't get close enough.

You were growing desperate, clutching at one another, forehead to forehead, your eyes closed as you kissed fiercely and took all of the adrenaline from the fight out on one another.

"You know I don't understand," you whispered, your voice shaking as you snatched in little breaths only to let them go moments later with sighs of pleasure, "how the rest of the world sees you every day and isn't... Isn't as..." you were growing weaker by the second but when you held Bonnie's cheek in your hand and looked down at him through the steam rising from the water, you were determined to get your words out and speak from your heart, "isn't as in love with you as I am..."

And as the words left your lips you watched Bonnie smile, his eyes still closed. His lips finding yours quickly for another kiss before he hushed you. His lips brushed over your ear lobe as he whispered to you.

"Shh little dove," and slipped his thumb into your mouth to quiet you as he pushed himself up deeper inside you and enjoyed the way you shivered in his hands. "I love you too angel but hush now Dove.."

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked slowly, trying to relax so that you might hold on for a moment or two more.

But Bonnie didn't want you to hold on anymore, didn't want to watch you restrain yourself in anyway and so despite your best efforts to hold onto your high for a moment more, all it took was another teasing drag and thrust for you to come undone and collapse weak and shaking in his arms.

And hearing your little cry of pleasure as you crumbled was all it took to send him over the edge too so that as your body shook with your orgasm, you felt him grow inside you and release. A warmth filling you as he held you firmly down in his lap, squeezing your body so securely against his as you nuzzled into his shoulder and felt his lips on your neck. He nuzzled into you two, his chin on your shoulder as he dragged his lips over your skin and mumbled to you once again how much he loved you. How precious you really were to him.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment, your head bowed, your cheek against his as you listened to the sounds of your breath and his breath overlapping. The licking of the water against the tub slowing as everything in the room began to still with you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he filled you up, your clit throbbing too as you ground hips at growing ever longer intervals.

You couldn't keep the smile from your lips, that giddy full of love feeling washing over you. The feeling only growing stronger when Bonnie looked up at you, held your cheek in his hand and guided you back to his mouth for a softer, even more tender kiss than all the others before it.

When he pulled away and leant back against the tub, his curly hair falling damp and lazy across his eyes, his smirk was lazy too. Lazy but smug. It left you eyeing him suspiciously as you asked what he was looking at you like that for.

For a second he was quiet, his mischievous little smirk twitching as he shrugged his shoulders and tried to play at innocence.

"Bonnie what?" You whined giggling though you were growing a little frustrated, a little desperate. He was making you blush again and the longer he left you in silence with that stupid smirk on his lips, the more desperately you needed to know. "Please Bonnie what?!"

"You wouldn't tell god on me..." he said, that smug smirk remaining and certain because he knew he was right. And you couldn't deny it either.

"No." You whispered sheepishly, looking down shyly as you bit back a smile. Didn't look away quick enough to miss the way Bonnie was gazing up at you still. As if he really did believe he was looking at an angel.

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As Long As I Live (Part 1)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Tommy's long lost daughter appears at Arrow House and quickly becomes a beloved part of the family. What happens to their relationship when that peace is shattered by his newfound political aspirations and the only way to protect her is to send her away again with the one person she cannot abide?

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt.

Warnings: language, fighting, use of a weapon, mention of blood, mention of a curse

“I know you stole it!”

“I did not!”

“Give it back!”

“Can’t steal what was mine in the first place, stupid cow!”

“You lying, thieving little bitch!” 

The shouting could be heard from across camp, voices of two teenage girls turning to shrill cries as a fight broke out between them. The oldest, Tess, gave a forceful shove to the younger girl who had so brazenly stolen from her that very morning. However, Tess underestimated her smaller, but more aggressive opponent who rushed her, forcing them both to the ground with a great thud. 

At sixteen, Amelia had been in enough fights to be considered a decent brawler. Had she been a lad, she would have been making money at the fair instead of entangling herself in silly squabbles at camp. Her temper left her little time to think of consequences, however, as was the case today. 

While the girls wrestled, Tess clawed at Amelia’s neck threatening, “Give it back and I won’t scratch your eyes out.” Using her weight to roll them both through the mud, Amelia climbed on top of Tess, planting her knees firmly into the soil and spitting in Tess’s face.

“It’s mine!” Amelia asserted through gritted teeth, remembering how the jewelry used to shine brightly as it hung from her mother’s neck. She placed both hands around Tess’s throat as a blinding rage overtook her and Tess’s eyes grew wide at the constriction of her airway. Desperate to save herself, her hand shot out from her side and yanked down hard on Amelia’s long, dark hair with enough force to move her entire body. Amelia’s scalp burned with a searing pain as Tess came away victorious with a large clump of hair. “Worried you’ll be uglier than you already are?” she taunted. “No one wants you anyway, pathetic little orphan.”

Amelia scrambled to find her footing, thinking only of revenge, and shoved her hand into her boot, searching for her flick knife. As Tess’s fist connected with her side, Amelia let out a soft grunt. Hunched over, the blade of her knife was concealed from view and Tess never saw the swift motion as Amelia swiped up and cut Tess across the cheek. Stumbling backward and clutching her face, the girl screamed, forcing several people outside to investigate.

Amelia’s aunt Zelda was one of the first to see what had happened, gasping at the sight of blood dripping from Tess's face. Realizing the severity of the incident, she pulled Amelia away by her elbow to the privacy of their vardo as quickly as possible. Once inside, she slapped her across the face asking, “What the bloody hell have you done now, Amelia?”

The sting to her cheek brought her back to reality and Amelia gulped, suddenly aware of what she’d done. “She…she said I stole her necklace. But…but...it's mum's, Aunt Zelda. She stole it first!” She said, words rushing out in hopes she would be believed.

Zelda closed her eyes, exhaling a long, loud sigh. “Christ almighty, Amelia!” she said with a shake of her head. “We’ve talked about this, girl. You can’t be fightin’ no more!”

“But…didn’t you hear me? She stole mum’s necklace!” Amelia wailed, trying to explain herself one final time.

“No, she didn’t,” Zelda insisted. Amelia looked on in confusion. Her mother had been very clear when she was ill that the gold necklace with the beautiful blue stone was the one possession that was not to be put on the fire. She wanted to leave part of herself with her daughter who would be all alone in the world with no parents or siblings to comfort her.

“I sold it,” Zelda said matter-of-factly. “Times have been hard. You know that."

“You had no right to sell what was mine!” Amelia cried, closing her fist over the pendant. 

“The hell I didn't! I’ve been doin’ my best to raise ya and it’s a thankless job. You do nothin’ but cause me trouble.” As she spoke, she began to gather Amelia’s things, packing them hastily. "I have my own little ones to think of, you know."

“Are you throwing me out? Where do you expect me to go?” Amelia’s head swam as she watched her aunt move in dizzying circles around her.

Finally slowing her movements, Zelda plopped down on the bed and brought a hand to her forehead. She exhaled deeply before answering, “I need to tell you the truth about something.”

“About what?” Amelia asked hesitantly.

“Your father. He didn’t die in the war like your mum told you,” she waited for a moment as Amelia took in the new information, then continued. “He might as well have. He couldn’t care for you back then, but I hear his circumstances have changed.” Standing from the bed and handing her the bag she declared firmly, “It’s time he took some responsibility.”

“That’s crazy, I don’t know anything about him. He doesn’t know me,” Amelia argued. 

“Still, he’ll do what’s right unless he wants a curse on his head,” Zelda warned. Amelia didn’t dare continue when her aunt held that look in her eye. She had seen what her aunt was capable of and didn’t wish to go against her. The decision had been made and there was nothing to do except take the horse that was given to her and ride off with the directions she was given to start a new life.

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Tommy stood at his office window, listening to the crackling fire and the gentle whistle of the wind through the chimney. There was no one else awake this time of morning besides the chef preparing a lavish breakfast Tommy had no intention of eating. As was his habit most mornings, he would neglect the ample offerings on the dining table in favor of his cigarettes and coffee. Today would be no different as he had stacks of paperwork to review before returning to London later in the week. Despite the waiting obligations, Tommy had an anxious feeling crawling under his skin as he looked out over the thick fog that blanketed Arrow House. Something about quiet mornings always made him uneasy as bitter experience had taught him to be wary of such things. 

He tried to shake the feeling as he returned to his desk and sort through some paperwork, but outside Johnny Dogs and a few of the junior peaky boys had taken up Tommy’s watch. As the sharp, hollow clip of horse hooves grew louder, Isaiah turned to Johnny with a fretful gaze. “Thought you said there weren’t any visitors expected today, Johnny.”

“None that Tommy knew about,” he replied, craning his neck for a better look down the road. However, the fog made it impossible to tell who might be approaching. Isaiah checked his gun in case of trouble as did two of the other men, ready to defend the house if necessary. It was a time of peace for the family, but they could never be certain as new threats didn’t give them the courtesy of a formal announcement. 

As a white stallion appeared between the stone pillars at the end of the long drive, Isaiah walked out to meet what appeared to be a female rider. The horse ambled toward him slowly until Amelia stopped completely looking down at the man in her path. “Is this Arrow House?” she asked.

“Depends on who’s askin’, love,” he said with a smile, taking hold of the horse’s bit. Amelia set her jaw determinedly, tired and sore from riding. She didn’t wish to play games.

“My aunt sent me, Zelda Holland,” Amelia conceded.

“That name doesn’t mean a thing to me,” Isaiah said, suddenly stone faced and suspicious of her motives. After the business years ago with the crazy Russian woman, he knew women could be just as treacherous as men. He had half a mind to interrogate her thoroughly before sending her back where she came from even though she looked exhausted and ready to fall from her horse at any moment.

“If you would let me pass, I’ll prove I have business at this house,” she said more firmly. The cold and damp had set into her bones and she longed for the warmth of a fire, but she wouldn’t beg for charity. 

“No one here knows you, girl. You're obviously lost. Why don’t you turn around and go home where you belong,” he suggested, guiding the horse to face the opposite direction and giving it a slap on the haunches. The horse trotted a short distance before Amelia stubbornly turned back and galloped toward the assembly of men at full speed, her eyes blazing with anger. As she approached, the horse reared up on its hind legs making them scramble out of the way before its hooves pounded back down to the ground. "Are you fuckers going to let me inside or do I have to break down the bloody door? I'll not ask twice" she yelled, chest heaving with indignation.

“Now just who do you think you are lass?” Johnny asked, feet shuffling through gravel quickly. He tried to place the young woman with dark, free flowing curls and olive skin. He was immediately struck by her large, crystalline blue eyes and he mumbled, “Izzy, is that you?” Everyone knew Isidora Holland was dead and yet here was a woman who looked just like her with a temper to match.

“No, my name's Amelia. I'm her daughter,” she said with a toss of her head, letting the wind blow the hair from her face.

“Well I’ll be damned. Why didn't you say so," he said with an astonished grin. Then turning serious he chided, "We could've done without all that, Amelia," gesturing with his hand in the air toward the horse, referring to her theatrics. Amelia looked away, embarrassed by her brief show of emotion. She accepted Johnny's hand as he offered it, easing herself down from her horse with a groan. Johnny helped with her pack as Isaiah came to stand next to him, confusion evident in his expression. “What in God’s name are ya doing here, child?” Johnny asked.

“I came to meet my father,” she said, turning her head in all directions to take in the grand estate before her. A harsh wind whipped Amelia’s skirts as she gazed upon the biggest house she’d ever seen. Bitter cold nipped at her fingers as she took up her bag from Johnny and slung it over her shoulder, head held high as she asked, “Where can I find Thomas Shelby?” 

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

Find the request here

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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Bonus from the series Heaven in Your Eyes (Arthur Shelby x You):

Also, I was completely drunk when I made this. So, sorry for the nonsense.

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Sweet Boy-Finn Shelby x Reader x Bonnie Gold (Part 7/?)

(GIF CREDIT TO @thesoldiersminute)

MASTERLIST

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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Summary: The incident at the shop has left everyone shaken, but Tommy realises he needs to find (Y/N) a safe place to hide.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Aberama Gold x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of killing/dead animals, fluff, slight smut

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(Y/N) P.O.V

Someone was gently shaking me awake, though I still took in a sharp breath in shock, scared it was those boys coming back for me. My heart skipped a beat before seeing Finn.

"Oh my god, Finn." I breathed out, a hand placed over my chest."You scared me."

"I'm sorry." he whispered. He was crouched down beside the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I glanced to the window, the curtains were still shut and only the tiniest bit of light was shining on them."It's so early."

"Yeah, it's four o'clock actually."

"Why did you wake me?"

"I've got to take you somewhere. Tommy has found some place safe for you."

"What? Where?"

"I have no idea. Come on, we need to quickly pack a bag."

I groaned the entire time, it was mostly Finn doing the packing until I intervened; he was about to go into my underwear drawer. He had only brought a small case, it would just last me the week, if that. After I changed (with Finn out of the room), I groggily made my way downstairs, seeing Polly and Tommy at the door.

"Good morning." Tommy casually greeted me.

"Where are we going Tommy?" I mumbled, still not fully awake.

"It's not too far away. The car is waiting outside."

He left with that, Finn following him. I turned to Polly.

"Guessing you know where I'm going?"

She gave me a small smile."You'll be fine love."

I didn't have the energy to even try asking any questions on the drive. My eyelids were very heavy, I had slept terribly after the attack on the shop. My head would nod forwards every now and then, in the end I leaned my head on Finn's shoulder; he was sat in the back with me, and I really couldn't give any fucks at that point, I needed to sleep.

Finn was the one to wake me again. The car had stopped moving, we were no longer in a place with buildings, factories or even a road. We were on an off road dirt track, surrounded by trees. Why were we here? Had we broken down?

"Tom, why are we here?" Finn leaned forward to whisper to his brother, though I heard him.

Tommy didn't reply, causing Finn to huff. He glanced back at me and shrugged. Without a word, Tommy got out of the car, assuming we would follow. As Finn let me use his hand to climb out, it occurred to me that it had just been the three of us on that journey, no extra protection, no other Shelby's. I shuddered from the cold as I stepped out of the vehicle, wrapping my arms around myself and looking to see where we were. It was only when two figures on horseback approached us did it all make sense.

Finn P.O.V

"Tom, you can't be serious?" I hissed.

That damn bastard. He knew this would piss me off yet he still asked me to come. Polly could have easily got (Y/N) awake and probably pack a better overnight bag than me. I glared as Bonnie dismounted his horse, this couldn't be happening right now.

"Remember Thomas Shelby, you owe me." Aberama said as they walked towards us.

"Tommy, she's just as safe with m...us as she is here. Why take here away from her comforts?" I tried to point out.

"You and I both know that's far from the truth. No one knows her affiliation with Bonnie, they only know about the relationship you two once had. So no one will think to come out here to look for her."

"But how will we know she's really safe?"

"You doubting us boy?" Aberama interrupted.

"You don't have access to a telephone."

"Don't need one." Bonnie said."We've got a good route planned."

"I just don't know how I feel with-"

"Finn," Tommy warned,"it's been done."

"I mean," (Y/N) piped up, having patiently listened to us bicker,"it would have been nice to know where I was going and who I was with. Not that I don't trust you two, I definitely do, I just haven't packed properly for...for this lifestyle."

"See?" I smugly said.

"I'm not disagreeing with Tommy though."

"What?"

"It's probably the best idea. I'll hate being away from home, but I'd rather sleep well at night knowing I'm somewhere no one can get to me."

"She'll be fine, Finn. We need to get moving though." Aberama was clearly trying to move this along.

Bonnie stepped forward, holding out a hand for her case. I hesitantly handed it over, watching as he held out his other hand for (Y/N). Surprisingly she didn't take it, glancing back to me and looking as if she were about to say something. Instead she stayed silent, walking past Bonnie's confused face to his horse. I had to turn away as I watched his hands snake around her waist to lift her onto the animal; the only reason she knew how to ride a horse was because of me. My jealousy was too strong, I had to see her go, regretting it when Bonnie sat behind her, having to hold her as they rode away. This was bullshit.

Bonnie's P.O.V

I could feel how tense (Y/N) was as we rode towards our campsite. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable, more angry about something. My instincts told me that I was the reason, though I didn't want to believe it. I had hoped (Y/N) would be more excited about travelling with me. I had so much to show her, things that would take her mind off of what happened to her, off of a certain person. I wanted to blame it on her tiredness, could I blame her? After a traumatic experience the night before, the girl was bound to be exhausted. But I knew that wasn't to blame.

We rode in silence, and I desperately wanted to break that. Dad was riding further ahead, he wouldn't pick up on our conversation, especially if we were quiet.

"Are you OK?" I breathed out, almost whispering.

She shuddered as my breath fanned over the back of her neck."I'm fine thank you."

Yep, short answers, I knew it.

"So you really had no idea about today?"

"No."

"(Y/N) please talk to me."

"I am."

"This isn't talking. Why are you being so blunt with me?"

"It's still very early Bonnie. I've been awake less than an hour and I also had no sleep last night."

"I understand. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

She sighed."You're not Bonnie. I'm sorry for snapping. I just feel like a doll being tossed around by a group of young girls who refuse to share properly."

I hesitated, I should have left the conversation there.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for this whole mess. Maybe if I had just listened to Finn and stayed away, none of this would have happened.”

One of (Y/N)’s hands rested on top of mine, rubbing it comfortingly.“We can’t change the past Bonnie. Who knew after a few drinks together this would have happened?”

“But Finn and I could have handled it all so differently. We’ve been acting like boys, not men.”

“I can’t deny that. It has been a confusing time.”

“Confusing? You mean, you don’t know if you are really over Finn?”

I didn’t like the way she paused.“It’s not that Bon, it’s just...have you ever been in love?”

I’m glad she couldn’t see me smiling down at her.“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, Finn and I once loved each other. And even after everything he has done to me, how cruel he was, how spiteful he has been, there’s a part of me longing for the familiarity, how easy it would be with him because we already know everything about each other. Dating means I have to get to know someone all over again without the confirmation that they’ll like me. It’s just so much effort.”

I was tempted to say ‘There’s someone who already knows you’, of course referring to me, and that would be obvious. But the way she was speaking about him, it was as if something had happened between them in the last few hours since I saw her. It saddened me, not only because I really liked her, but because Finn had managed to trick her into believing he had changed. He hadn’t, I knew he hadn’t.  

I had been nervous to take (Y/N) to our makeshift campsite. Dad and I had strayed away from the family, not wanting them caught up in this. I also knew my sisters would tease us both, and now really wasn’t a time for that. It felt horrible to think, but I didn’t want her to judge my way of life. She said so herself she hadn’t packed for this ‘lifestyle’. There were two wagons, one for (Y/N), and one for me and my dad, we would be taking turns patrolling.

Dad said nothing as he got off his horse, he was pissed about this arrangement, but had a good deal with Tommy for it. I carefully got off my own horse, reaching up for (Y/N), who held onto my shoulders as she slid off. I kept a firm grip on her waist, not really wanting to let go. I could see she was still exhausted, the sun was slowly making it’s way into the sky, but she would still be asleep at this time, as would most of Small Heath. 

“You have your own wagon.” I showed her to it, taking her hand to help her up the stairs as she cautiously walked in. I followed.“I know it’s small and no fancy hotel.”

“It’s lovely.” she said as she looked around.

I chuckled.“It’s alright, you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. It’s...different to anywhere I’ve stayed before, doesn’t mean it isn’t nice.”

She was too sweet. 

“I think I’ll sleep now if that’s alright. I’m still shattered from everything that happened last night and this morning.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

Turning around to leave, I instantly stopped when she called my name, gently grabbing my elbow. I faced her, taking in her beauty one more time.

"Thank you, Bonnie, for everything you and your dad are doing for me. I know some people are annoyed by what's happening. But you've always looked after me."

She reached up on her tiptoes, placing a sweet kiss to my cheek. I was surprised when I felt myself blushing, bashfully smiling at her before leaving. I could still feel her lips, I just wished she had missed and kissed me somewhere else.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I slept for a majority of the day, still feeling groggy and out of it, but I had to get up for a few hours before evening fell again. It must have been after midday, though I wasn't completely sure as the sun was hidden by a sky full of clouds. Slowly opening the door, I saw Bonnie sat in a small wooden chair, seemingly enjoying the view of the landscape. I had to admit, it was a lovely change to the smog and streets.

"Sleeping beauty has risen." he cheekily smiled.

"Yes, and her majesty wonders why she does not see a full English breakfast before her."

"My apologies my lady, but it will just be bread for breakfast."

I took the small piece of bread he tore off for me, standing beside him. It would have to do, and I wasn't that hungry anyway; the thoughts of the night before were enough to put me off eating. We were silent as we watched over the fields, seeing the trees and long grass sway in the wind. It was so peaceful.

"Where's your dad?" I asked.

"He's hunting for tonight's dinner. Hopefully find a few rabbits or hedgehogs."

I hid my disgust; rabbit I could deal with, hedgehog would be new.

"How you feeling?"

"Alright. Still overtired."

"You can relax now. Treat this as a camping holiday."

"I'll try. You got another chair."

Bonnie had a hand on his lap, glancing down at his legs and back up at me. I could see he was trying to hold back a smile, but it easily broke. He was gesturing to sit on his lap, and although my first instinct was to do it, I still hesitated. I saw regret flash in his eyes, though I didn't see his next reaction as I had sat on him.

His hands were on my waist stabilising me, he didn't know where else he could touch me. I boldly took his arms, wrapping them around me, leaning back into his chest. He had tensed up, relaxing when I did against him. Bonnie rested his chin on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing he was so close to me.

"Is this OK?" he whispered.

"I'm the one who sat down."

"I'm the one who suggested it."

"(Y/N)...what do you...how..."

Bonnie sighed in frustration, he couldn't seem to form a sentence. His arms tightened around me, his head burying deeper into my neck. He was frustrated, it was almost like he needed to be comforted.

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"Nothing, I don't want to ruin this moment."

"You won't."

Gently moving his his arms, I swiveled round to face him, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"I have so much to say. But I don't know how to say it."

"About what?"

"About us."

I knew what he was referring to.

"It's just, earlier, when you spoke about Finn...I dunno, it seemed like you still had feelings for him."

"I...don't. I don't think I do."

He broke our eye contact. I had upset him. And that hurt me. Wasn't this telling me something?

"Did he kiss you?"

"What?"

"Has he stolen a kiss when you've been alone?"

"No. Well, he tried but-"

"But you didn't kiss him?"

"No. I actually pushed him away. If that was my instinct then what does that tell you?"

"I won't lie, that does make me happy."

We were being bold with our words. But this was also what we should have done before. All of us should have voiced our feelings and worked something out. In that moment we were just silently looking into each others eyes, the rustling of the trees, singing of birds and nature's silence surrounded us like a song. One of my hands moved to the back of his neck, stroking down the end of his hair with my thumb, the hand left on his shoulder tightening as my nerves built. Bonnie brought me closer to him, an arm around my waist and the other high on my thigh. I wasn't sure what we were doing, or what I was even doing.

"Good to see you're keeping an eye on the camp, Bonnie." Aberama's voice called out, making me jump off of his son. He had three dead rabbits tied up, swinging limply from his hand, a gun slung over his shoulder."For that, you can take your patrol now."

Bonnie huffed, glancing at me before walking away. I was mortified, how did that look to Aberama? Unsure of what to do with myself, I awkwardly stood there, Aberama watching me as he set down his things.

"Do you know how to start a fire girl?"

I didn't like how he patronised me."No."

"I thought not."

He knelt down where there had been a fire that morning (I assumed from the dark patch of grass with twigs laid on top of one another). Aberama easily caught a flame, there was a small fire in seconds.

"I can chop up vegetables if you have any." I offered, feeling stupid standing there.

He nodded, pointing to a bag besides the other wagon. I brought it over to the fire, finding a makeshift chopping board, a knife and some veg inside. As I started trying to prove myself to Aberama, he also cut up the rabbits, the sound of him breaking the bones and ripping off the skin made my skin crawl.

"Can I ask you a question?" Aberama strained as he tried to cut into the meat of the animal.

I avoided looking his way."Yes."

"Why didn't you leave Small Heath after you lef the Shelby boy?"

"I couldn't, I had no where to go. I'll admit I was stupid at the beginning of our relationship. I left behind my family and friends who were all there ready to support me when he eventually left me. And they were right, he did. And he hurt me. But Tommy said he wanted me to stay, he liked me as a worker. I needed the money."

"I admit, I wasn't expecting to hear that. You are a smart girl."

"I hope you don't hate me Aberama. I know you don't like Bonnie caught up in all this, that was never my intention."

He sighed."I don't hate you. But you understand why I am worried for him."

I nodded."I don't want him in any danger either. Although I know it's a little late for that."

"He's in the Peaky Blinders and he's a boxer. I know he won't ever be completely safe again."

The conversation apparently ended there. I didn't mind, I found it hard to talk to him. We cooked dinner in silence, calling over Bonnie when it was done. Small talk made dinner pass by slightly quicker, though I was relieved to flee to my wagon once we cleaned up Bonnie was still on watch, a long punishment for him as Aberama said.

I tried to sleep, I should have hit the pillow and instantly be out, but I was restless. That moment between me and Bonnie kept replaying in my head. Was I too forward? But that's what he wanted. And if anything escalated, I didn't think he would use me, it seemed sweeter than that. I sighed, rolling onto my side as I hugged the sheet to myself, trying to think of something to soothe me to sleep.

My head whipped towards the door as it clicked open, heart almost thumping out of my chest before I made out Bonnie in the dark.

"Bonnie?" I still whispered.

"It's me, I'm sorry, I should have knocked."

I sat up in bed, forgetting to cover myself up or any decency, not when he was looking at me like that. He walked in, kneeling down beside the bed.

"I had to see you. After earlier, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

I couldn't speak, my stupid brain wouldn't work.

"I know you have feelings for me. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't, you wouldn't have held my hand the way you did on the horse, you...please say something."

"I feel the same as you Bonnie. I...I need...I want you to kiss me now."

He wasted no time, pushing his lips onto mine as soon as I finished my sentence, one hand flying to the back of my head. However, he was still gentle, it wasn't lustful, this wasn't a quick fuck. Bonnie was taking his time with me, yes there was desperation but that was because of how long we waited for this. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me, forcing him to climb on the bed and straddle me. I was getting excited, I was feeling flustered and hot, but also nervous. It felt like my first time again.

Bonnie slowly kissed down my neck, noticing how shaky my breathing was.

"I can stop, we don't have to." he assured me.

"I want to Bonnie, I really want to, with you. Sorry, I'm just nervous."

He hovered over me, brushing back my hair as he placed a tender kiss to my forehead."I'll look after you. You don't have to be nervous." he pecked my lips."Let me look after you."

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You cup their face

Thomas: He would be surprised at first, but he would lean into your hand and look deeply into your eyes. He would see your love for him and return it; the touch is tender and loving; it makes him feel warm and calm. He would enjoy the intimacy of the moment, soaking in the affection and holding it close in his heart forever.

Arthur: He would be surprised at first, as it's not something he ever expected from anyone. However, he would smile and let his partner cup his face, happy to receive the affection. He might even close his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the closeness. As the moment lingered, he would open his eyes and look directly into yours, searching for reassurance that you were both having a meaningful, loving moment.

John: He would react by cupping your face as well, a sign of closeness and affection, while he gazes into your eyes with a sincere smile. He can see the love and trust that you have for him, which makes him feel at ease around you, and he wants to repay that trust with more affection, more closeness, more love.

Ada: She would be stunned and overwhelmed with emotion and joy if her partner cupped her cheek with any sign of affection. With a small squeal and a smile, she would lean into your touch and press her cheek into your palm gently.

Finn: He would be surprised at the sudden closeness and caressing of his face. It would spark a blush, as he is not used to such physical affection. However, he would let you continue for a moment, before breaking in to ask, "Um, do you need something?"

Polly: She gasps with delight as her partner gently cups her face in her palm, your touch sending a shiver up her spine. She leans into her partner's touch, savoring the closeness of your body and the sensation of your touch. She closes her eyes, breathing in deeply as she lets herself become consumed in the moment. She opens her eyes again, locking eyes with you and smiling softly, expressing appreciation for your attention and affection.

Micheal: He's a little surprised by your touch, but it's not exactly unwelcome. He smiles at you in appreciation and lets you hold his face for a moment, enjoying the intimacy of these moments you both spend together.

Isiah: He'd probably be surprised, as it's not something he's used to. But he'd be excited and honored that someone would do that to him, and he'd want to show that the only way he knew how: by giving you the most loving embrace possible. With how close it'd get your faces, he'd also use the opportunity to tell you how much you mean to him.

Bonnie: He would immediately feel safe and protected. He would lean into your touch and smile, feeling warm and secure in your presence. It would feel like your shielding him from the world, and he would want to return the favor by wrapping his arms around you and showing you affection.

Alfie: If his partner cupped his face, he would be surprised and delighted. He's sensitive to physical touch and enjoys the feeling of closeness when someone he cares about touches him. He would look into your eyes and enjoy the warm, loving embrace. You are a source of comfort and he'd feel secure knowing that you're there for him.

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Shelby Sister- Bonnie Gold

Trigger warning- talk about throwing up and pregnancy stuff

Loosing John was hard for the whole Shelby family, but specially Johns twin YN. She felt like a part of her died along side her brother. No Shelby funeral would go smoothly, so when YN heard gun shots she wasn't surprised. However she was surprised by the men behind the gun shots, specifically one man in particular. His name Bonnie Gold. He rode on horse back that day, eyes locking one another and from that moment on YN and Bonnie were infatuated with one another. He helped her through the grieving process. Of course YNs brothers weren't to happy about the developing relationship, but they also knew they couldn't control their sister.

Bonnie wakes up to a cold bed and the sound of retching. Sitting up he wipes the sleep from his eyes and looks around his eyes finally land on his girlfriend who's throwing up in to a bucket

"Love?"

"I'm fine" YN breathes out but then gags once again. Bonnie gets out on their shared bed and holds YNs hair back while rubbing her back "this baby best come out looking like me after all of this" YN jokes making Bonnie laugh

"Do you think your finished?" Bonnie asks and YN nods her head in response "ok I'll deal with this and you get back into bed"

"You don't have to"

"Of course I do. Go on get into bed and I'll heat up some tea" YN knows there is no point in arguing with her boyfriend so just heads back into bed.

Not to much later Bonnie returns holding a cup of hot tea. Sitting up YN takes it from Bonnie and hums at the warmth in her hands

"I've put in some mint leaves and washed some for you to chew on. I've been told it helps with the sickness"

"Thank you" YN sighs smiling at how caring her boyfriend is, how did she get so lucky?

Once YN finishes her drink she settles back down in bed, yawning as she does so. Knowing YN needs sleep, but can't without his arm around her he also settles down next to her. He wraps his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb on her stomach even though there is no bump there yet.

When YN wakes again she smells something so amazing it makes her stomach growl. Getting out of bed she gets dressed and then walks out to the rest of the camp. Scanning around she finds Bonnie cooking something over the fire

"Morning YN" Bonnies father greets

"Morning Aberama"

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Very sick when I first woke. Im feeling much better now though"

"Good. You best go grab some breakfast, don't want my grandchild to get hungry" just then YNs stomach growls

"I think they're already hungry" YN laughs

"Off you go then" YN walks over to Bonnie. Just as she sits down the sound of hooves can be heard coming closer. Bonnie protectively stands up in front of YN, but calms once he realises it's YNs brothers. Stopping in the camp Tommy gets off his horse, Arthur and Finn following behind

"Your just in time for breakfast. Would you like some?" Tommy passes because, well it's Tommy he barley eats anything. But of course Arthur and Finn join around the fire for some food

"So what are you doing here?" YN asks tucking into some eggs

"Just wanted to check on you" Finn shrugs

"Wanted to check to see if Bonnie and I got married in secret because I'm with child?" YN raises her eyebrows looking at Tommy

"I told you I would pay for everything"

"And I told you that Bonnie and I don't need to get married. It's just a piece of paper to say that I belong to Bonnie Gold. I don't belong to anyone other than myself"

"And don't we know it" Arthur mutters causing YN to throw some bread at him. Bonnie smiles watching the Shelby siblings interact with one another, hoping that his and YNs children will have the same kind of relationship and love for each other.

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A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:

hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly

Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader

Words count: 2.1k

Warnings: none I think

Y/f/n - your father's name

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Actions & consequences

Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.

"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.

"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."

Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.

They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.

The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.

Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.

"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.

Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.

Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.

"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.

Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."

Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"

"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"

"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."

"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"

Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.

"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."

"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."

"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"

"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."

Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.

"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."

"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"

"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."

"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."

"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."

"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"

"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.

Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."

Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"

The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.

"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.

"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.

He was disappointed. "Nothing..."

Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.

"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"

"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"

The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.

"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."

"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."

"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."

"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"

"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"

"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."

"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"

"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"

"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."

Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.

"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."

"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"

"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."

Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.

They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.

"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.

"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"

"But he-"

"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."

"That's not fair!"

"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."

Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."

Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.

"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?

Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.

"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.

"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.

There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.

"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.

Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.

"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."

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