#bonnie gold oneshot

[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(9)⛓

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

❤︎ seonbaenim! | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @trivia-yandere

❤︎ number: unknown | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @aft3rhrs

❤︎ definition of love | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @sparklingchim

❤︎ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 | Racer!Jungkook X Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo

❤︎ Inevitable | Jungkook x (f.) Reader | Exes AU | Series | @ahundredtimesover

❤︎ sweet apple biscuits | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @rosaetae

❤︎ Primrose | Emperor Jungkook x Empress Y/N | @mingshits

❤︎ Answer My Calls | possessive jk X Reader | OneShot | @74jeon

❤︎ Red and Gold | Iron Man!Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @thedefinitionofbts

❤︎ The Offer | CEO!JK X Reader | Series | @nanamilkandbrownies

❤︎ SATIVA. | husband!Jungkook x fem!reader | OneShot | @2hightocare

❤︎ the underwear thief | jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @gukyi

❤︎ METAMORPHOSE | postmilitaryracer!jungkook x she | Series | @hoseoksluna

❤︎ and my man, thank you to my man | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

❤︎ All Over Again | Dad!JK X Reader | OneShot | @jungkookstatts

❤︎ Nine to five, Five to Nine | side chick dancer female reader x boxer jungkook | OneShot | @thvlouvre

❤︎ peppermint gum | jungkook x reader | TwoShot | @whatifyoulivelikethat

❤︎ Come Back to You | Reader x Soldier Jungkook | OneShot | @ahgasegotarmy116

❤︎ Endless Summer | jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader | OneShot | @koostattoos

❤︎ By your side always and forever | jungkook X fem!reader | OneShot | @le3worl

❤︎ Birthday Cake | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @blueberryarchive

❤︎ Lucifer | demon jungkook x (f) reader | @elijeon

❤︎ KNOCK OUT | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

❤︎ Daddy Daycare | Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader | @miraclesatnightfall

❤︎ Semantic Error | Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook | Series | @ahgasegotarmy116

❤︎ LOVE. | pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk | OneShot | @sayokodiary

❤︎ Aşk-ı Memnu | non idol! Jungkook x fem! married! Reader | @sweetcarrotsandroses97

❤︎ new beginnings | ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

❤︎ timing | Ex!JK X Reader | Series | @spideyjimin

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

#bts ff #bts imagine #jungkook fic #bts masterlist #bangtan #bts #namjoon #jungkook x reader #jimin #bts jimin #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkoooook #jk 3d #bts jk #jk #jk icons #bts jungkook #taehyung #jungkook rec #jungkook reaction #jungkook recs #jungkook reader #jk recommendations #jeon jeongguk #jungkook bts #jungkook icons #jungkook smut #jungkook layouts #run bts

[scorpiussage]

✨Masterlist✨

Requests open for peaky boys imagines!

Oneshot requests open for: Tommy Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Johnathan Crane, & Jackson Rippner!

Peaky Blinders:

🙃 Memes: 

PB as AO3 tags  |  PB as text posts 1 |  PB as text posts 2 |  PB as text posts 3 |  PB meme 1 |  PB + favorite animal crossing characters |  

💖 Peaky Boys Imagines 

PB with SO who’s bubbly/cheerful,   

PB with SO they have to bail out of jail , 

PB with SO who’s a time traveler (from the future)

PB with a daughter who gets her first period

🌕Tommy Shelby Masterlist: 

🌹Alfie Solomons Masterlist: 

🌞 John Shelby Masterlist:

🤌 Luca Changretta Masterlist:

🐴 Bonnie Gold Masterlist: 

🪐Tommy/Alfie Masterlist: 

Misc Characters/Fandoms

🍁 Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (Nolanverse) Masterlist:

✈️ Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) Masterlist:

🎬 Neil Lewis (Watching The Detectives) Masterlist

🔮 Tom Buckley (Red Lights) Masterlist 

#peaky blinders #fic masterlist #imagines masterlist #batman nolanverse #jackson rippner #red eye

[zablife]

WIP List 17/2/23

Hi lovelies, You may have noticed I'm not posting much new work these days. I've been unwell since December and haven't been able to focus on writing. Despite the fact that this issue is dragging on, I'm determined to get back to creating! I'm currently organizing my lengthy WIP list. Ngl, it's been time consuming and a bit frustrating going thru old notes to create story outlines (hence the GIF 😂). Below you can find a list of my projects. I hope readers are as excited about these stories as I am!

SERIES:

🥃 "Tachipen" Part 5- Tommy x female reader-(Catch up on parts 1-4 here)-With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known. 

🥃 "The Alliance" -Alfie x Esme- After John's death, Esme asks Alfie to help her exact revenge on Tommy. Will they become more than co-conspirators? (teaser here)

ONESHOTS:

🥃 (Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt) "As Long As I Live" - Tommy x daughter x Bonnie Gold- Tommy's long lost daughter appears at Arrow House and quickly becomes a beloved part of the family. What happens to their relationship when he attempts to mend a feud with the Gold family by offering her hand in marriage to Bonnie?

🥃 (For @shelbydelrey Lana event) "Dark Games" - dark!Arthur x female OC x Finn- When power hungry Arthur is left to run the Eden Club unchecked, he forces his women into dangerous games with the characters of the London underworld. What happens when Finn interferes with his newest girl?

🥃 (Requested by @runnning-outof-time) "Bye Bye Blackbird" - Tommy x female reader -Tommy's gf leaves him for the excitement of the city, but a chance encounter years later finds her disillusioned with all that sparkles. Can he convince her to come home?

🥃 (Requested by @alimosblog) "Secrets and Lies"- Tommy x Grace-(alternate AU) The new barmaid has a secret she's desperately trying to hide from Tommy. When her past begins to threaten his family's future, who will he remain loyal to?

🥃 (Requested by @smallandangrey) Untitled-Tommy x female OC (vampire AU)-A new family moves into Arrow House and their daughter is immediately stricken with a mysterious illness. Could it have something to do with the demise of the house's previous owner and his famous curse or is that just a rumor?

🥃 (Requested by anon) Untitled -Tommy x wife reader-Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it.

#zablife WIP list

[queenofstelena]

Stelena fanfiction recommendations on Wattpad (part one)

Note, some of these stories are not finished or incomplete sorry in advanced. NONE of these as far as I know have smut! I only added a few because I have so many in my library and my reading list. So this is gonna be multiple parts. There's 115 on my reading list so yeah. Aka there's going to be a part 2!

She's special

Summary: In which a trust fund boy falls for a small town girl.

Rating: Between the range of K+ - Teen and up audiences.

Completion: Discontinued but it is a good read!

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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String of fate; TVD

Summary: His eyes are kind. She finds herself getting lost in them, not understanding the sense of comfort that builds within her. The sound of a phone ringing at the receptionist's desk allows her to snap out of it, blinking away before realizing that she still hasn't answered his question. She finally smiles, gaining some confidence as she makes direct eye contact without losing herself—well, almost, considering she stole a few glances at his lips. Which he took note of. It is difficult not to notice a girl like her. Her eyes alone were enchanting, mesmerizing, kind. The kind that draws a person in, and he felt like he couldn't look away. "I'm Elena." "I'm Tom. I hope to see you around." His hand is gone, but his touch lingers as she walks down the hall, unintentionally holding onto the feeling that being around him was like a ghost passing through her—cold, yet exhilarating.

Rating: Ranges between K - K+ (General Audiences)

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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One single thread of gold (tied me to you.)

Summary: Stefan's gone. He has been all summer. But something about his absence doesn't sit well with her. Or maybe she just misses him. And this is just a mere excuse. But she couldn't dwell on this. Not right now. Not when she's made her decision. Of course. Of course, she loved Damon. He was everything she needed to be, and more, when she had newly turned. And Stefan and her were just a string coming apart. The longer it stretched it would closer to breaking, but... Somehow he always manged to tie himself back to her.

Rating: K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Ongoing as of Wednesday, July 26th, 2023 it is NOT discontinued.

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Klayley & Stelena oneshots

Summary: "Your not going to get your girl, Stefan?" Lexi sarcastically muttered. "She's not my girl anymore, Lex. Besides I have Caroline." Stefan said with denial.

Rating: K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: One-Shots still being added and worked on.

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Destined (A stelena fanfiction)

Summary: Elena has moved around her whole life. Her father's job required it. When her mother insists on sending Elena to a boarding school for her last two years of high school, Elena doesn't know what to think. And being the new girl isn't always a fun thing. But maybe rude boys and sassy girls are the least of her problems. {Stelena}

Rating: K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Incomplete but interesting and fascinating story line/plot.

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Stelena-Endgame

Summary: While Elena is in her coma, the rest of the gang try to figure out how to wake her in a different way. Stefan on the other hand is reconsidering marring Caroline because he may still have feelings for someone else...wonder who. Damon and Bonnie may have something going on now that they've been spending a lot of time together since Damon is trying to protect her.

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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My twin sister//Stelena

Summary: //Everyone has a double but for Elena. You can say her other side was her Twin Sister.// Elena and Katherine are two different types of girls with different types of personalities. Katherine is the sister who gets everything she wants, including the guys, all the guys love her and want her. Elena is the sister who all to herself and shy, she's really smart, and beautiful and warm hearted. When a new kid named Stefan shows up they're school, Katherine is the first girl that's all over him but what happens when he meets Elena?

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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What if? A stelena FanFic

Summary: What if? What if when Stefan saved all of Elena's family when the car went of the bridge? What if Katherine really did die and Damon got over her? What if Elena had a gift that helped her see the future? What if there and someone else who wanted the moonstone? What if there was someone besides Klaus to threaten the lives of the ones you know? What if Stefan nor Damon expected come back? Who is it? Well let's find out...

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Unfinished

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Stelena Reunited | 8x16 [AU]

Summary: Stefan and Elena have been together and lived a long life, so when Stefan found out Elena drifted into a coma things got hard for him. After years they're reunited.

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Into your arms

Summary: //Everyone has a double side but for Elena, you could say her other side was her Twin Sister.// Elena and Katherine were two different types of girls with different types of personalities. Katherine is the sister who always gets what she wants, including the guys, all the guys love her and want her. Elena is the sister who all to herself and shy, she's really smart and beautiful and warm hearted. When a new kid Stefan shows up at there school, Katherine is the first girl he talks to she's all over him, but what happens when he meets Elena?

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Fairytale

Summary: "If you believe in fairytales they may come true" Elena Gilbert is the journalist from a celebrity magazine she has It all...expect for love. But a chance meeting with the newest celebrity in town changes everything.

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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Wrong Decision ✖️ Stelena

Summary: "People make the wrong decision, and sometimes they decide to go away for a while. It takes time to understand it isn't your fault." Stefan makes the wrong decision, which shakes up Elena and their relationship more than before. However Elena's not one to give up on Stefan.

Rating: Ranges from K+ - Teens and up audiences

Completion status: Complete

Multi-chapter or one-shot

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*Bonus* Author Recommendations

HumanityStelena

Luthorscorps

Letterstomylqver

Midnightchills

Strngerdiaries

#the vampire diaries #tvd #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #nina dobrev #paul wesley #stelena #stefan x elena #stelena fanfic #team stelena #stelena shippers club #stelena stan club #stelena fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #wattpad fanfiction #wattpad #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfic #vampire diaries fanfic #vampire diaries fanfiction #elena gilbert fanfiction #elena gilbert fanfic #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore fanfic #i know no one asked for this but...im doing it anyways #also ive been wanting to post this for months #theres more wattpad recs coming alongside ao3 and ff.net

[hannaday81]

My Vampire Diaries Fanfic recs

Damon + Enzo = Denzo

crossedsabers10S

Cuts Both Ways *In progress

While Damon and Enzo are trapped in that house by Wes, with the clock ticking down until he snaps and kills his friend, Damon gets an Idea. To absolutely no one's shock, it does not go as planned. Or, “Our escape plan consists of an esoteric vampire sex game?” Damon could still eat him. That’s a thing he could still do. “Shut up.”

Fire In My Step *Oneshot

What if Enzo did die that night of the party? Decades later, Bonnie wakes from a dream to find she’s brought a stranger back from the dead. And then watches Damon tackle that stranger into a mud puddle.

freddieslater, peterbeale

Cape horn it is *Completed

"We'll leave," Damon quickly says, speaking to Stefan alone now, his desperation growing. He can’t bring himself to care if it’s that obvious; Enzo may not be feeling any pain right now but Damon’s own chest is twinging just at the sight. It works, at least momentarily. Enzo's amusement only grows as Stefan seems to relax his hand. It’s still lodged inside of Enzo’s chest, however, and Damon can’t relax because all it would take is one accidental slip. He looks at Stefan, his eyes wide and silently pleading with him. The anger woven into his features lessen, and there’s a shift in his expression. Hesitation, but not in the doubtful, “should I kill him?” kind of way. But more in the “should I really listen to you?” way. Damon's stomach drops and he shakes his head. "Don't kill him," he says slowly. He catches the movement of Enzo flicking his lighter closed, extinguishing the flame. "You let him go and we'll leave Mystic Falls tonight. I can fix this, Stefan. Please. Let him go."

I don't wanna wake up from this tonight *Oneshot -NEW

Enzo freezes, taking in the sight of Damon in the doorway. His eyes immediately seek out the source of the blood; a moderately-sized hole has been ripped into his shirt, revealing the few bleeding wounds on his chest. The distinct sign of someone who's been unsuccessfully staked in the last hour. It takes him a moment to decide on what he does next. He's torn between shutting the door in his face and going back upstairs to give sleep another go, or stepping outside to help him.

Thoughts of you consume *Oneshot

He stands up abruptly, his glass cracking in his hand. Stefan just barely catches a glimpse, but Damon turns his back on him and moves over to the table to set it down. He doesn't say anything right away, breathing slowly. His eyes catch the ring still in his hand. There's another tug of guilt and it's suffocating, trying to smother him. Like a fire. Sliding the ring back onto his finger, he tries to pull back a sliver of composure. His heart's still racing like it's gained his own heightened abilities as he swaps out the glass for a new one, pouring himself another drink. He doesn't acknowledge the cut on his hand, shaking the shard of glass off. "You're not handling this well, are you?" Stefan asks. "Careful, Stef, you almost sound concerned about me," Damon says, ignoring the question without even a glance back at him, taking a drink. "If you just got fifty years worth of memories and suppressed emotions back in one go, then yeah. I'm concerned."

This is your humanity *Oneshot -NEW

"Oh, absolutely," Damon agrees, nodding as he keeps his own expression serious and Enzo continues forward. "It really seems like one of those things we should probably talk about, work it all out through verbal communication. Lots and lots of verbal communication." Enzo hums as he takes that last little step forward, bringing them close enough that Damon can feel the unusual warmth — for a vampire, at least — from his skin. It feels strange to have him so close, and yet, completely normal. It always felt like he was right beside him in that cell, rather than separated by two feet of brick and stone. Now he can at least see him; the tiny flecks of what looks like gold inserted between the almost innocent brown that a part of his mind, for a split second, replaces with red, and dark veins skittering up underneath his skin. "Yeah, talking about it sounds like a good idea," Enzo says, smirking back at him as he dips his head.

JCapasso

Rearguard *Completed -NEW

When Damon finds himself a bit overwhelmed in Mystic Falls, Interpol sends someone to help. There's just too much to do for one agent to stay on top of it all alone.

#denzo #denzo fanfic recs #denzo fanfiction recs #vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #Damon Enzo fanfiction rec

[sinfulshelbys]

Baby, Baby | Shelby! Reader

Bonnie Gold x Shelby! sister reader

Warnings: a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff

Request: accidentally pregnancy w/ Bonnie (part of a big request)

word count: k

Chubby little legs clumsily chase after the pretty white butterfly that was hovering over the row of flowering roses – grubby hands covered in grass reaching towards it. 

Bonnie trailed behind, only needing one step to keep up with his little sister, Florence. You watched from the steps of the vardo with a gentle smile, wrapping your brown coat tighter to your body as the crisp morning air pricked sharply at your skin. 

Your smile grew as Bonnie made his way to you, leaving his little sister to chasing the butterfly that seemed to hang in one spot before flying a few paces when she tried to grab it. 

“G’morning, dove,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before pulling you into his arms – his voice was always deeper in the morning, causing your heart to do backflips.  

“Morning Bon,” you sighed, letting his body encase you. 

You had been staying with Bonnie and his family at the camp just outside of town for the last month after telling your family of your relationship – only going back into town when Bonnie had a boxing match or Tommy required you for a meeting; and you loved it. 

Polly had always said you had a wild spirit that could only be set free by being outdoors – living like your traveller relatives and she couldn’t have been more correct. Waking up to the sound of birds chirping and falling asleep to the sound of fire crackling outside the vardo you shared with Bonnie was something that you could do forever – his family adoring you being an added bonus. 

“You feeling alright?” He mumbled into your hair – mentioning your sickness earlier in the morning, before brushing a few locks behind your ears.

Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering a, “I’m doing okay now,” which seemed to ease his worry.

“Flo, don’t pick the flowers!” Bonnie yelled towards his five-year-old sister, her giggles making you and Bonnie share laugh. 

“I’m not, Bon!” She called back, her voice as soft and sweet as honey. 

Giving you another kiss on your cheek, Bonnie raised to his feet again before running towards his sister, her small squeals echoing throughout the field as she tried to run away from him – small pigtails of curly brown hair bouncing with every step she took. 

You watched with fondness as Bonnie picked Florence up, swinging her around in circles. Both of their faces were covered with a pretty smile before Theodosia, Bonnie’s second youngest sister, jumped onto his back making them all fall down in a heap of hysterics.

“A lot of trouble aren’t they?” A voice beside you piped up causing you to jump slightly, head turning to see Aberama looking at you with an amused grin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” you brushed him off, moving aside so he could take a seat on the steps beside you.

“Could hear their laughter halfway into the forest while I was hunting,” he nodded, watching his children wrestle each other – while his eldest daughter, Esmerelda scolded them all. You turned your attention back to the Gold siblings, briefly chuckling. 

“It’s a nice sound to wake up to.” 

“I agree with you there, child,” Aberama agreed with a hum, before nodding towards his son who was carrying both his siblings under his arms. “He’s going to make a good father one day. Better than me.”

“You’re a better father than mine ever was, Mr. Gold. You’ve done good, you should be proud of yourself - raising your kids alone.” you lowly spoke, sincerity laced through your words.

“I’m glad Bonnie found you and for the last time you can call me Aberama.”

With a pat to your shoulder, Aberama left you watching Bonnie lift Florence onto his shoulders – your palm moving to rest on your stomach. Aberama’s words left echoing in your mind.

 He’s going to make a good father one day – maybe sooner than he thought. 

~~~~~~~~

Your right leg rapidly bounced up and down as your left hand was squeezing your aunt Polly’s so tight you were probably cutting off the blood supply to her fingers.

“It’s going to be alright,” your aunt muttered, pressing her hand down on your knee to stop it from bouncing. “Stop stressing so much.”

“What am I going to do if I am, Pol? Tommy is going to be so mad at me,” resting your head on your aunts shoulder, she ran a comforting hand up and down your arm. 

“If you are, you’re going to go straight to that boy of yours and tell him. Don’t worry about fucking Tommy or your other brothers. Once you know how Bonnie feels, then you make a decision; together.”

This is why I love you, you wanted to tell her, instead you only loosened your grip on her hand.

It was only an hour ago that you arrived in Small Heath with Aberama who was visiting your brothers. You went straight to your aunt, who was waiting for you at the front door to the house on Watery Lane with wide arms. Your hands shook as you told her what you suspected, watching as she calmly placed a cup of tea in-front of you.

“I think I’m pregnant,” you didn’t dare meet your aunts eyes as you said the words, taking a sip of your warm tea. Polly was silent for a moment, taking her sweet time to light a cigarette and take a drag – before looking towards you. “Bonnie and I are careful. I don’t know how it could’ve happened I-”

“I know. I had a dream last night,” she cut you off, words picked with precision that only Polly Gray could master. “Two horses. One grown, the other a foal – had the same one when your mother was pregnant with you. We’ll go see the woman down at Cardiff to make sure once you finish your tea.”

So here you were sitting on the bed, waiting for the woman that your family had been going to for years to confirm if you were or were not pregnant. 

“So?” You urged her on once she had finished packing her tools and began pulling her red hair out of its pins. “Am I?”

Wiping her hands on her apron, the woman took the envelope of money from beside you – peering inside before nodding towards you. Tears began to form in along your lash-line at her confirmation, before you requested for her to leave you for a moment to compose yourself.

Pregnant. You were pregnant.

~~~~~~~~

The breaks of the car squeaked as it came to a stop just outside of camp, your ears immediately being filled with the sounds of laughter and cheering. 

Aberama had invited your family to celebrate with them over the recent deal made between himself and Tommy earlier that day – Polly having a driver take you both once you had finished up in Cardiff. Before you could exit the vehicle, Polly stopped you, giving you a stern look.

“I’ll tell him tonight Pol,” you assured her, taking the hand that the driver had offered as you stepped out of the Bentley, heading straight for the camp. 

Standing around the fire were your brothers, Aberama and Johnny Dogs cooking a deer – while everyone drunk and laughed to whatever story Arthur was telling.

Immediately noticing you, Finn passed his drink to Thea who was standing next to him and Michael and ran towards you – encasing you in a tight hug while mumbling an ‘I missed you,’ into the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, Finn,” you chuckled, taking off his Peaky hat as you pulled apart to ruffle his hair. 

After greeting everyone in your family, you finally made your way over to Bonnie who was watching you with love filled eyes, his father nudging his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“Get a room!” Arthur called towards you, causing you to pull away from Bonnie to flip him off.

The atmosphere immediately fell back into a familiar rhythm as Bonnie sat down on a log, you sitting between his legs on the ground – his hands reaching over your shoulders to hold yours. 

You watched as both your families interacted; Florence and your nephew Charlie were picking grass and throwing it at each other,  Finn, Michael and Thea seemed to be in the middle of a heated discussion, while the older siblings drank and sung songs they heard at the Garrison.

It was a perfect atmosphere, one you could find yourself getting used to – and you fell in love with every second of it. 

“What’s on your mind?” Bonnie leaned down to whisper to you, playfully bitting your earlobe. 

“Just how perfect this moment is,” you whispered back, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. You took a moment to take the man you love in, from the way the flames from the fire danced upon every square inch of his skin – lighting it up in ways that the sun never could, to the feeling of his heartbeat racing against your palm – perfect and all yours. 

Turning in Bonnie’s arms, you raised yourself to your feet, holding your hand out for him to take – which he did without question, as you pulled him up.

“I have something to tell you,” you gestured towards your shared vardo, beginning to pull him away from the fire. “But not here.”

A boyish grin formed on Bonnie’s face as he followed behind you, hand clasped in yours as you walked up the vardo steps, inside. Shutting the door behind you, you nervously began picking at your coat, before Bonnie lifted your head with his fingers under your chin. 

“What’s bothering you, little dove?” He frowned, voice filled with concern. Taking a deep breath, you grounded yourself by gripping the lapels of Bonnie’s grey coat.

“I found out something today,” you started, focusing on straightening Bonnie’s tie. “I’m pregnant, Bonnie.”

You waited for the words to settle in, too scared to look at your boyfriends reaction to the news. Instead you felt yourself being lifted up and swung in a circle.

“You’re serious?” Bonnie beamed, cupping your face in-between his hands. “We’re having a baby?” 

It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when Bonnie expressed his excitement, your features lighting up. “I’m serious, Bonnie. We’re having a baby.”

Pulling you back into his arms, Bonnie began rocking you both back and forth while muttering about how he was going to be a father – the overwhelming feeling of support causing you to tear up. 

“Oh!” Bonnie pulled away slightly, his hands shoving into all his pockets as you watched his actions curiously before he pulled out a small piece of jewellery. A ring. “I was going to propose tonight, ask you to be my wife. I kept chickening out, but now there’s no reason to. So, Y/N Shelby, will you marry me?”

Bursting into tears, you rapidly nodded as he pushed the ring onto your finger before you jumped into his arms. Bonnies hands gripped your thighs as you wrapped them around his waist – both of you joyously laughing. 

Pressing your forehead against his, you pulled Bonnie’s face to yours as he walked you both towards your bed, both of you falling flat against it and all you could think was that this was it for you, nothing would ever be this perfect.

“We’re getting married and starting a family,” Bonnie whispered, pressing kisses all over your face – causing your pretty features to scrunch up. 

“I don’t want to burst our bubble,” you trailed off, brushing away his stray curls. “But we should probably go tell my family.”

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[romeulusroy]

Temporary (Bonnie Gold Oneshot)

((PEAKY BLINDERS SEASON 5 SPOILERS))

Character/s: Bonnie

Word Count: 1,033

Requested: anon

Prompt/s: Patchwork, Safety Pin

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomrecs @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby @riana-jannat

A/N: This turned out a lot darker than I anticipated, but also what's new, y’know? Idk why, but I've been struggling with this so much. I absolutely love the concept, and even wrote an entirely different oneshot, I guess I'm just feeling insecure about my writing. None of it feels right. Nonetheless, I don't think writing a third version would help lol. I hope you like this and I hope it's not as awful as I feel it is!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: The only thing keeping you going is Bonnie 💕

Gif Credit: @bills-skarsgards :)

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Mud caked feet. Bleeding, torn soles pricked by thorns, by the hard ground, wounds full, choking on soil, on maggots, infection an old friend. Mother nature, in her infinite wisdom, had never been so unforgiving. Ruthless. Demonic. Nails broken, falling one by one in a gruesome attempt to lead you back to a home burning at the stake, discarded along the path of sharp turns, blurry edges. Screaming leaves rustling in the wind, crying out, threatening to fall, to leave you, just as the world fell from under you, as the sun solemnly set. Not out of her own will, her own power. The dark of the night draped over you, the wind biting, starved, the stars nothing but a mockery, finding solace in your pain. Your golden boy, with his sweet summer air, gone. Alone. Again.

Time itself an afterthought. Days and nights meant nothing. All you could do was run. Directionless. Heartless. Cold blooded. A voice between the trees, in the shadows, hummed in the twisted tunes of the crickets when they hushed you to sleep: give up. What more was there? A life cut short. Sliced. Diced. Fucking decapitated. Hung on a cross to atone for their sins. The worst kind of ending. Give up, give in, let go. Lay amongst the woods and wait. Decompose. To be picked apart until you were nothing but a pile of bones. Pray to any god who listened with compassion. Make it quick, painless, at the least dignified. Erase those dark eyes so scared, so knowing, staring you down.

He shouldn't have known where you were, he shouldn't have been able to see you in your hidden place, but he did. He always did. One word. An urge, and edge, in his silence. Run. Before things got bad, he meant. Before the gun struck him again, before they dragged him and tied him, your golden boy made only of blood. Before he hung by his wrists. Before your worst nightmare came true. Before your death. Inescapable. Run. To safety. To somewhere else. Away. Quickly, now. It would have been easy, effortless, even bliss, but he put up a fight every single day. It was who he was. You wouldn't go easy, either. Instead, you walk now, with a limp, with aches you'll never rid yourself of. The safety pin pricking your finger, drawing blood, ironic, really. A ring, in its own right. Engagement. Bent to make the shape. He needed you so much in that moment there was no time to wait, to think. Over the fire, your linens drying, blowing in the breeze, the warmth of him wrapped around you when you say it, when you say yes. Your golden boy, fiancé, all yours, and you, his. A vow, when the time came, for a real ring, a real wedding, a real life together. The world was perfect when it was only the two of you, though.

All you had left of him, the red across your palm.

You knew the life he was chasing, the dream, the want not to be forgotten. Playing toy soldier with people like that, it was dangerous. You thought it'd get him hurt, make your golden boy a patchwork of plastic bits and pieces until there was nothing left of his sweetness, like the rest of them. Temporary, he promised. It hadn't been a lie, but the words he spoke, he found hard to believe as they cut his tongue. The uncertainty dripping in his tone. Hand on your cheek, cupping your face, holding you together. Undeserving of him, his kindness, generosity, his dreams. The things he chased, the things that lived in all his stories. His voice, a lullaby. You were alone. No one by your side, not even your shadow. Forgotten by blood, by those who promised they'd never leave, discarded in the gutter. With him, you had a place to call home and a person to come home to. Your Bonnie, baby faced, naïve, too loving for his own good, head lost in the clouds. Always would be the first thing you noticed about him. The last, too. High above the world, in life and death. Excited, proud in his own shy way. Kissing his face tenderly after every match in the ring, hoping that would cure those black and blue bruises. Even now, a part of you resisted the want to turn back, to spend your future with him the way you intended.

The good in you. The good in this world. Lost. Murdered. The shell around you growing thicker, stronger, emotionless. Regret on the tip of your tongue, in the tears you cried, the sobs you tried to quiet, as if all the bad that ever followed you, your genetic default, putting him in harms way. You weren't sure how long it'd been. Weeks. Months. Lifetimes. Found. Dragged. Hushed, cooed, the way someone would a baby. Blank. A bed. Bandages. Around your legs, feet, smaller around your finger. His ring pried from your cold hands, thrown into the abyss. Men and women in white, missing their angel wings, their halos, their clouds. Each careful, quiet, preventing anymore pain. Speaking softly, incoherently. Not a word from your own mouth. Nothing left to say. In and out, from this world into the next. Never a sign of him, though. Not a whisper, a hint, he was simply gone. Awake. Asleep. You planned, plotted. Those men, the singing, the chanting, Billy's Boys. You'd find them, whoever they were, whatever they were. You'd make them pay the way he had. Take the light from their eyes without a moment of hesitation. Put them through what they put him through. Make them repent. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing would, not until you tracked them down, until your golden boy, with his big dreams and grand promises, could rest easy knowing they lay in shallow graves.

Even now, your mind and body healing, the need to hunt gnawing away, none if it could stop the anticipation, the wanting, to see him standing there, in the doorway, his grin lopsided in just the right places. Once again, this time with certainty, promising all of this would only be temporary.

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[moral-turpitudes]

Through the Looking Glass:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: Angst, some Season 5 type shit.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Female!Reader + Finn Shelby and Isiah Jesus

Word Count: 1,305

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @peakyrogers ily bae. You can find it here. <3

Summary: Y/N joins a skeptical Bonnie and his pals on an eerie trek into the woods in search of an alleged haunted house. Little do they know just what awaits them.

Y/N and her boyfriend Bonnie walked quietly along the streets. It was cold, rainy, and the air seemed off. Y/N looked over her shoulder as she took Bonnie’s hand. His brows laced with concern as he closed his fingers around hers.

“What’s wrong love?” He asked, hoping he didn’t attract any negative attention due to his affiliation with the blinders.

“Nothing…I just felt like someone was watching us. Does it feel like that to you?” She asked, swallowing hard as she stopped along the pavement.

“I don’t feel a thing. I don’t really believe in that stuff ya know?” He said, taking her hand again and leading her to his friend’s Finn and Isiah.

“Believe in what Bon?” Y/N asked, a smirk crossing his face.

“Ghosts. Haven’t seen one. Your mind can play tricks on ya, makin’ ya see things that aren’t there. That’s what my father told me at least.” He said, opening the door to the boxing gym. Y/N nodded, hoping it was just her mind after all.

Inside, Isiah and Finn were finishing up. Their bodies covered in sweat and varying shades of red from their injuries.

“There they are! You ready for tonight Y/N?” Finn asked, wiping his face off with a towel.

“Ready for what? Bonnie what’d you do?” She asked, playfully hitting his arm.

“I may have found a haunted house we can explore…” He said.

“You said you don’t believe.” Y/N stated.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little bit of fun now aye? C’mon.” He said taking her hand as they followed the other young blinders.

The walk there was dark and cold, much like earlier, except now all the creepy animals had come out to play. Y/N clutched Bonnie’s hand as she peered through the trees, swearing she saw golden eyes staring back at her.

“Did you see that?” She asked, her voice a whisper in the dark.

“See what?” Bonnie said, cracking a pearly half smile.

“The eyes. They’re staring.” She said pointing to the trees. Bonnie narrowed his eyes and got in front of her protectively.

“See?” She asked.

“I see a lot of trees. That’s what I see darlin’” he said, earning a hard smack to the shoulder. In the distance Finns voice rang out.

“It’s over here…just have to sneak through this alleyway.” He said, lighting a cigarette as he walked down the narrow strip.

Y/N took a deep breath as she walked through the narrow path. The old buildings bursting with green ivy and dark stories.

“Aye, look.” Isiah said, pointing to the decrepit house in the distance. It’s structure black with crumbling stones and creaking stairs.

As they walked inside, the house seemed to groan as they crept through the halls. Finn and Isiah went one way, and Bonnie and Y/N went the other.

“It’s just an old house, love.” He said as she clutched his arm, her heart racing as they continued on.

In the distance a short scream was heard. Footsteps soon came running to where they stood.

“Guys you have to see this holy shit!” Finn yelled, leading everyone to an old library.

“If you stand here long enough you can see yourself…and your fears.” He said, looking into an old looking glass.

“Who told you that?” Bonnie questioned.

“Isiah, said his father went here once long ago. His friend looked through it and didn’t speak for a week.” He said.

“No, let’s go back. We haven’t looked at the other rooms yet.” Y/N said, tugging Bonnie’s arm as he pulled her into him, his arm snaking around her waist.

“Don’t think about it much love. It’s ok, I’m here.” He said, watching Finn in the distance as he looked through once more.

To Finn it seemed like time stood still, his fear of failure playing in front of him as if it were real. He was broke, homeless, and most of all a disappointment to the Shelby family. But just as he fell into its trance, Bonnie yelled his name once more, snapping him out of it.

“What’d ya see?” He asked.

“Um…me disappointing the family.” He said as Isiah chuckled.

“Really mate? I think you’ve already done that!” Isiah said jokingly, earning a stern punch in the shoulder and slight smirk from Finn.

“Y/N…you’re next.” Finn said, handing her the looking glass.

With shaking hands she grasped it, hoping to whatever god was up there that she wouldn’t break it.

Upon gazing into the reflective surface, she felt compelled to look closer. Moving the glass closer towards her as she saw something forming before her.

A young man similar to Bonnie appeared. He was sullen and weak. His eyes dark and clothes torn.

“Don’t let him die Y/N.” The man said, his voice an eerie whisper as she saw the next image. There was a wooden cross in the distance and an odd whistling sound. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she watched him being drug onto a cross by cloaked beings that were reminiscent of the grim reaper.

“No forest.” The man said as the image zoomed to his face, full of pain as he hung there crucified.

“Who are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

“The one you love most. You’ll lose them if you don’t act fast. No forest.” He said before everything went black.

“Y/N? Love can you hear me? Hey…hey…” Bonnie’s voice whispered as she came to. Her ears ringing as she looked around the old house.

“You all take your turns and then let’s go. Please.” She said, shifting nervously in her boyfriends embrace.

“I’ll give it a go.” Bonnie said, smirking as he looked into it, the world stopping as he saw his father’s disappointment. The boxing bell rang as he looked through the crowd. Y/N was there, crying one moment and then gone the next. He’d lost both of his loves. His biggest match, and his girlfriend.

“Bon? Aye c’mon we can’t be here much longer.” Isiah said nervously.

Bonnie snapped out of it soon, handing the glass off to Isiah.

“I’m okay. I don’t want to get into that. Dad will kill me.” He said, remembering how distraught his fathers friend had been.

“Ok, well then let’s go. Tommy’s got orders for us tomorrow.” Finn said, heading towards the exit.

As they all hesitantly walked through the alley and into the forested area again, Y/N stopped. Bonnie looked at her with concern as she brought him into a tight hug.

“Whatever you do. P-please don’t stay out here. Even if your dad wants to camp here, don’t. You have to promise me.” She said with tears in her eyes.

“Did you see something bad about us? Living out here?” He asked wiping a tear from her cheek.

She nodded, silently walking on while holding his hand for dear life. She wasn’t much on fortune telling, seeing as her family was skeptical, but she warned him anyways, knowing even the youngest of the blinders could get themselves into bad situations.

It was on the walk back that she vowed to herself to not let him go in the coming weeks. Making sure he and his father had adequate places to stay instead of out in the dark forest.

“Just please promise me Bonnie. You and your father won’t stay out here. Come to my place…it’s safer alright?” Y/N said.

Bonnie sighed and pulled her close to him. His warmth radiating off of him as he brought his lips to hers.

“I promise.” He said before closing the gap between them.

“Aye quit making out. We have to get back or Tommy will be the scariest sight we’ve seen all day.” Finn said, earning a laugh from everyone but Y/N, who was lost in thought - or more so worry, about the future.

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[smcc212]

Masterlist

Peaky blinders

A Secret Unfolds -(female reader)You love and Tommy and he loves you, sometimes love just needs a little push.

Coming out- part 1 -(female reader)you’re Finn’s twin and you’re a lesbian, how does your family react?

Part 2

Part 3

You Can’t Change Want You Want - (female reader)You’re closest to your brother Tommy, but when he starts going to London more you get suspicious. You certainly weren’t expecting what you found.

My Eyes Only-(female reader) you’re a stripper, you love your job. One person that doesn’t love your job however is your best friend Thomas Shelby.

Forbidden Tryst - (male reader) You’re dating Finn Shelby, his brothers find out. How do they react?

A Happy Mistake -(female reader) You’re boyfriend, Finn gets you pregnant, what now?

Back To The Beginning -(female reader) You had to leave during the war, and come to Tommy and Grace being together. But Tommy’s feeling for you never left, what does he do?

In Debt Again part 1 -(female reader) you’re father has a lot of debt with the Shelby’s so you go to try and help. When the Shelby’s see the bruises and cuts your father left on you, they step in and help.

Part 2 -You move in with Tommy, it’s time to get to know him.

Part 3 -You finally start to feel safe, but for how long?

Part 4 - Tommy decides to spend the day with you.

Part 5 - You can’t stay lucky forever...

Part 6 - Your hell, his happiness...

Painless -Tommy’s son, Liam, has CIP/CIPA(he cant feel pain), it’s hard for Tommy to deal with, but it’s harder for his boy.

Softer - A fluffy sequel to “Painless”.

Fearless -(Male OC) Another part to the “Painless”. Learning about how Tommy’s coping, and learning a little bit more about Liam.

Not So Secret After All -(male reader)Tommy’s son is gay and dating Isiah. What happens when Tommy walks in on the two?

You’re Not Bi Yourself -Finn’s bisexual and dating Isiah, what happens when Tommy catches them and bring it up at a family meeting?

Winter Wonderland-(female reader)Your brothers have pushed you away and they made your boyfriend leave you; you’re all alone. You needed something to fill the void, but things go badly.

My Daily -(female reader)You worked for Tommy, now you’re in a relationship with him. But his family are convinced you’re a gold digger. Tommy get sick of his family and takes you and Charlie away for a few days.

Part 2 -(female reader)

Uncommon, Yet Perfect -(female reader) You, Bonnie and Isiah had been together for a year when you find out you’re pregnant. How will your families react? Who’s the father?

Normal-(male reader) After being kicked out and disowned by his parents (Y/N) gets a job working for the peaky blinders. However, after trying to drink away his problems, he comes out to Arthur Shelby, what happens next?

Part 2

Still Your Son -(Male reader) John Shelby’s son, (Y/N), is dating Bonnie Gold. He decides it’s time to tell his father, but how will he react?

Is It Hot In Here? -(female reader) You and Finn are together, but he’s been staying at the office a lot and worry about why he’s there...

Dommy! Tommy - I’ve got back to my roots and written some pure pornography... ENJOY!!!

Hope To Hunter -(ftm reader) Hunter has been lying his full life. To his family, his friends, and himself. Finally, he decides to come clean. He can’t keep being someone he’s not.

Hunting Happiness-(ftm reader) Hunter’s family have accepted him... well... most of them have, one of them had a problem with who he is. WARNING- transphobia.

Negan(The walking dead)-all my Negan fics have a (biologically)female reader- but I’ll write for Negan, with any gender(e.g. male, female, non-binary,) on request.

Negan x suicidal!reader- (Y/N) struggles with mental health issues and is dating Negan. Negan has many wives and that makes (Y/N) feel he doesn’t need her. She tries to take her own life; how will Negan react?

Negan Drabble - (Y/N) made Negan angry; he believes he has to punish her.

Negan x PTSD!reader- (Y/N) was attacked by a group of men before she met Negan which caused her to develop PTSD. She doesn’t tell anyone and is put in a situation that makes her... freak out... Negan helps her.

Why the fuck do I need a title? - Pure smut. Porn, that’s it. (Yeah... I couldn’t think of a title... 😂)

The Wolf At The Door - It gets too much; life it’s too much. You try to end it, but Negan saves you. He does his best to make you feel better; he wants to make you happy.

Forbidden Lovers- You and Negan have been secretly dating for years. The whisperers are here; Negan is called to help... What’s going to happen??

Part 2

(I forget about this series... should I continue it??)

Lil’ Negan smut - More complete porn...

Lucky Dog- This. Is. Pure. Filth.

(I’m starting to notice a running theme here...)

Dirty Affair - you- you already know what this is right... Porn... that’s all.

Attention - I not gonna say what it is... you know already...

Don’t Give Up On Me - Shit gets too much for you to deal with and you try to find a way out; Negan blocks the exist.

Reunited - (Y/N) and Negan were been together before he found the sanctuary. Judith brings (Y/N) to Alexandria where she finds the man she loves; and he finds her.

Who You Really Are - back on my bullshit... it’s porn...

A Big Secret- F.I.L.T.H.... but with a twist at the end...

I Must Be Dreaming - porn...

The Leaders Daughter- You and Negan have been sleeping together for a while... and you’re the daughter of Rick Grimes...

True Loves First Fuck - can you guess what this is?? Did you guess smut? If so,,, you’re right!

Run Aways - There’s been something between Negan and (Y/N) for awhile, sometimes it takes fleeing to fully explore all that’s hidden.

Just a little love - You and Daryl have hardships, someone helps comfort you... however, someone else sees....

Part 2

For The Love Of You - You have a tough day and Negan is there for to try and lift your spirits.

(I’ll add the rest of my Negan fics later... I’m tired and drunk, right now-well, as I write this-)

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[murswrites]

Fallin’ for Ya ⎯ Bonnie Gold Drabble

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders (modern au) MASTERLIST Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, cursing as usual because I’m a fucking pirate SUMMARY: Bonnie’s been your best friend forever and you’ve loved him forever. Who knew that getting drunk off of cheap champagne and singing along to a Disney movie at 3 am would get you to admit your feelings? Request from @peakysputain​: Could you please do a something for my boy Bonnie with anything you like?

A/N I love Bonnie and since I’ve been struggling with long works, I decided to do a shorter Bonnie one shot <3 Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy darling :D Also this song ‘used’ is “Fallin’ For Ya” from the Teen Beach Movie (1)’s soundtrack, I recommend listening to it either while reading or beforehand cus it’s a really cute song

“Please don’t start singing, Y/N.” He clearly didn’t know what song was coming up. And he clearly didn’t know why you loved it so much. 

“I’ll have you know, my singing is...” You searched for an outrageously long word to use, “...stupendous!” Bonnie raised his eyebrow as if to challenge you. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, sat your glass down and picked up the remote as a microphone.

You began singing with Lela aka Grace Philips, watching Bonnie watch you instead of the movie. He had a lazy grin on his lips, the one that made your heart stutter whenever he fixed his gaze on you. “I'm not the kind to fall for a guy, who flashes a smile, don't usually swoon, but I'm... over the moon,” You were a little bit slower than the movie due to the champagne but Bonnie got the point.

When it came to the chorus, you felt your heart speed up. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was how goddamn cute Bonnie looked that night. Or how the dim lighting accentuated his already high cheekbones and just how brown his eyes truly were. “And now I’m...” You paused, nervous.

“Falling for ya, falling for ya. I know I shouldn't but I... I just can't stop myself from falling for ya, falling for ya, can't hold on any longer.... and now I'm falling for you.” The alcohol made a stupidly wide grin plaster itself onto your face. Bonnie raised his eyebrows as if to ask you a question.

He looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “Do you mean that?” You nodded slowly, biting your bottom lip nervously in anticipation for either crippling rejection or wonderful affection. What surprised you was the equally wide smile that covered Bonnie’s face, “Seriously? You’re not pulling my leg or anything?”

“Why would I lie about that, Bon?” 

“Y/N, I love you too–” Your breath caught in your throat. Holy shit, he loves me back. The thought reminded you of the days you’d spend in your small backyard picking apart daisies mumbling about ‘he loves me… he loves me not’. 

You didn’t know what to do, but apparently Bonnie did, he crossed the room and stopped once he stood before you. Looking down into your eyes carefully as if too heavy of a gaze would break you, he rested one of his hands on your cheek, clearly testing the waters.

When you leaned into the touch, Bonnie seemed to take that as a silent yes, which it was. He then held your face between both of his hands and you tipped your head upward to kiss him. Which he gladly complied to. Kissing Bonnie Gold was like basking in the sun on a perfectly sunny day, where there isn’t a cloud in the sky and it’s just all… blue expanse.

It’s such a rare occurrence in Small Heath, but perhaps… Bonnie could be your blue sky. Your hands held onto his shoulders, anchoring you to him as his tongue met yours. When his hands tangled with your hair and tugged, you found yourself moaning into the kiss, giving him a larger area to explore.

He kissed you with such tenderness that while a heat grew in your nether regions, a much different fire warmed your heart. It seemed too soon when you had to come back for air and Bonnie appeared to have the same idea as he placed a few quick, but equally sweet kisses on your swollen lips afterward. You felt winded, as if you’d just run a marathon.

Suddenly, Bonnie chuckled and you gave him a confused look, “I cannot believe it took you singing to Teen Beach Movie for me to get my head out of my arse.”

This caused you to giggle and bite your lip, “Neither can I…” You gazed at his handsome face lovingly, your vision blurring a bit since you weren’t really focusing on anything in particular.

“Y/N?” Your vision cleared at the sound of his voice, “You know your singing is… actually really fucking bad though, right?” Bonnie caught the hand that was going to hit him, “Oi!” He shouted and he knew he started a battle he could not win, so, like the coward he is… Bonnie bolted toward his bedroom.

“You’re so gonna get it Gold!” You chased after him after grabbing a pillow off of the couch.

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[crystalessenceswrites]

NEW MASTERLIST

Prompt List

Peaky Blinders

Requests/Oneshots

For Her -- Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader [X]

Series

From The Dust -- Bonnie Gold x OC (WIP)

[WIP Excerpt]

OCs

Miriam [X] (WIP)

Dragon Age

Series

You’re Enchanting -- Cullen x Delphine

Chapters: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven]

[Excerpt] [Home]

[Playlist]

OCs

Delphine [X]

Elazar [X] 

In A Galaxy Far Far Away...

Series

Burden of the Survivors -- Din Djarin x fem!reader

Chapters: [One] [Excerpt]

Shadows -- Din Djarin x fem!reader Modern Monster AU

Chapters: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Spotify Playlist]

*not my gifs*

#Masterlist #Crystalessences masterlist #peaky blinders masterlist #dragon age master list #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders requests #peaky blinder fanfic #oneshots and requests #fic: for her #bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold x shelby!reader #fic: from the dust #bonnie gold x oc #WIP #dragon age #da:i #fic: you're enchanting #cullen x oc #cullen x female trevelyan #series #OCs #oc: delphine #oc: elazar #oc: miriam #dragon age requests #writing masterlist #the mandalorian #fic: burden of the survivors #the mandalorian x reader

[flysafepapi]

masterlist

Decided to update the old one because I got rid of some old fics that I wanted to rewrite. Oneshots (or fics I’ve only written one part for yet) will have the whole title linked, series will be numbered.

Boardwalk Empire:

arrowhead (The Mist AU) 

empty chairs at empty tables

houses of chaos

heart of the ocean (Titanic AU)  1 2 3 4 5

can’t fill the hole inside of you with money drugs and cars 1 2 

i know that you’re so much more (Richard x Jimmy)

between us (Charlie x Meyer x Benny) 1 2

Peaky Blinders:

stay with me (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

siren song (Vampire AU) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

the sin factor (Scream AU Isiah x Duke) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

best interests (John Shelby x platonic!OC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

whisper of broken things + screaming of shattered beings - this one has too many parts so the link goes to it’s own masterlist (Arthur Shelby x OMC)

don’t you (Ruby Shelby centric) 1 2 

someone got violent and did not think twice (Tommy Shelby x OMC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 

i made brothers of a different kind instead

surprise (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

the parting glass

sharpshooter (Tommy Shelby x Barney Thompson)

The Jack Shelby series (Alfie Solomons x OMC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

hurricane (Bonnie Gold x OFC) 1 2 3 

so much to say (Isaiah Jesus x Michael Gray) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 

so empty so used up (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

lines on your hands (requested Aberama Gold x reader)

dangerous (Johnny Dogs x OFC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

a fate that befell me (Alfie Solomons x Arthur Shelby) 1 2 3

#masterlist #peaky blinders #boardwalk empire #theres more from a few other fandoms but i'll add them later

[kyloswarstars]

PETRICHOR Peaky Blinders • Oneshot

Bonnie and you. You and Bonnie. It’s perfect. And then it’s all gone. Grieving is a strange, complicated thing to do and you don’t have a single clue on how to survive without him.

Pairing • Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

Words • 5.4k

Warning • some swear words; mentions of death/murder

A/N • i still cry every time watching that scene; for years i wanted to write some Peaky Blinders fanfiction and out of all the ideas i have, this is the one which burned under my fingernails to be written a few days ago. so here we are.

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For once, you felt completely and utterly peaceful. It’s been a long time since you last felt that way. The hectic of accomplishing Peaky business and dealing with Tommy’s tantrums had worn you out. For Tommy it may have been Grace’s death to turn him even more away from the man he once used to be. For you it’s been John Boy’s death three years ago – three fucking years ago already – that turned everything upside down. Sure, before that a lot of deaths happened too and scarily disturbing shit you’ve been involved in, including a lot of eyes cut out by razor blades. But when the first of your siblings was killed – and that it would be only a matter of time when the next will be taken away, maybe even you, who knew – it changed something completely. The Shelby’s weren’t invincible. Never were and never will be, no matter how intensely Tommy tried to make everyone believe it. Not even by the order of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

Right now, though, with this cold airstream on this foggy morning, sitting on the steps of this caravan, wrapped up in a blanket – everything felt okay for a short while.

Last night you had been sitting at the bonfire and enjoyed the warming flames like the couple nights before. Lately you spent more and more time out of the city, trying to escape the business and Tommy’s orders.

They didn’t know. You never told them. All this time you spent with him and no one knew. You didn’t want them to know. The chance of them ruining it all was so fucking high, the only way you saw was hiding it from them. You thought, maybe they would start to worry where you were. Maybe. But they didn’t. So, those nights at the bonfire with him belonged to you two. Occasionally accompanied by his family, but mostly it’s been your nights, chatting away, making out for a while and roasting the rabbits or squirrels over the fire you had hunted during the day.

The fire had been burning brightly, dancing up into the night sky and competing with the stars. The booze in your veins had made you dance along with it, circling it like druids performing a summoning, until raindrops started to extinguish the bonfire. For a moment you looked up to the sky, feeling every raindrop slowly touching your face – then the rain changed its mind and rushed down onto you like someone opened a faucet. He had grabbed your hand and ran to the caravan with you.

His laughter still echoed in your ears as you sat on the steps. It was the only sound you heard in this early hours of the day. No birds had woken, no wind was finding its way through grass and leaves yet. Only his laughter in your ears, igniting a warm feeling in your chest and spreading through your whole body.

The smell of the earth was lingering everywhere. It had been the reason why you woke up so early in the first place. It was the best thing ever, how soil decided to send out this beautiful scent after rain had poured on it. The best thing, after him.

He stirred behind you and got out of the bed. His steps were creaking on the caravan’s wooden flooring. Without any words, he sat down behind you and wrapped his arms around your body. 

He rested his chin on your shoulder. „Why are you sitting here, Y/N?“

„Enjoying the woods, Bonnie.“

„How long have you been sitting here?“

You shifted in his arms to meet his eyes. „For a while.“

He tried to pull you even closer to him. Of course he knew what was struggling you. Of course he knew you weren’t only enjoying the woods. The short period of peace slowly faded and made room for the exhausting reality once again.

„I’m sick of it“, you whispered. Back in the day, when the boys came back from war, in your childish mind you thought everything would get better or at least back to normal or to a new normality. It never did. You grew up and with every blink of your eyelids another month passed, full of events that happened at such a fast pace you could hardly understand what was going on most of the times. And then you had met Bonnie and everything stopped for a while. And when the world started to spin again, the speed had slowed down a little. Not much, but enough for you to be able to breathe again.

„I know, my love.“

„Unfortunately, I have to go back“, you mumbled and heard Bonnie sigh. „I need to show my face and get some work done. Can’t stay here forever.“

„You could…“ Bonnie’s warm breath on your neck was giving you shivers. His voice was still raspy from his deep sleep. You loved to wake up next to him. „We could just go away, take the caravan and leave forever, Y/N. Imagine how perfect life would be. Imagine how cute little you’s would be.“

You tried to picture it. Traveling from one place to another with Bonnie, living in the woods and find food in the wilderness. Freezing during winter and warming each other in bed, sweating in the summer and skinny dipping in a lake to cool down. Growing his child in your belly. Giving birth, becoming a family and repeating it over and over again until you two had a whole soccer team. With Bonnie, this idea didn’t feel scary anymore. With Bonnie, everything seemed pretty easy actually. With Bonnie, it always felt like you were running through a field full of wild flowers, brushing against your skin, and making you feel exactly as beautiful as all the blossoms around you.

„Okay“, you agreed, feeling his arms hold onto you even tighter. „I’ll find a way.“ But first you had to go back to sort everything out.

Bonnie hardly ever wanted to let you go. When you got up and tried to get dressed, his hands were all over you and his lips tried to delay your departure. As always, he ‚helped‘ you getting dressed. First, he inspected every piece of clothing, to see if you could really wear it, then delicately put it on you with a lot of fumbling around to expand the time he had with you. The most dangerous part of it all was, when he came to the last piece: the shirt. He made you stretch out your arms over your head and when he pulled it on and the shirt covered your face, he would most likely try to grab and carry you back to the bed. And that is exactly what happened again. You tried to somehow get out of his grip but had to surrender in laughter. He didn’t seem like it at first glance, but he was so incredibly strong, not even the giant Goliath had a chance against him in the end.

„Bonnie, stop it!“ Laughing under his tickle attack, you tried to get your head out of your shirt to see at least what was going on. Instead of accomplishing it on your own, he pulled down your shirt and freed your head. Only to press his lips on yours and make it even harder to want to go back to the city.

„This.“ Kiss. „Is.“ Kiss. „What.“ Kiss. „Will.“ Kiss. „Await.“ Kiss. „You.“ Kinda out of breath, he rested his forehead against yours. He stared down to you, even though in this proximity eyes couldn’t focus anymore. „God, how much I love you, Y/N. Do you even know how much I love you?“

„I don’t know“, you couldn’t suppress your grin, „maybe to the moon and back?“

„No.“ Bonnie’s grin was probably even bigger than yours. „More than that. To every single star in the sky and way beyond what’s in the darkness lurking between them.“

That’s probably the most perfect description of what your love felt for him as well. „I love you, Bonnie.“ Your lips brushed against his briefly. „But I really have to go now. The sooner I go, the sooner I’ll be back and we can go wherever the wind blows us.“

Groaning, he let himself fall next to you on the bed so you could stand up and fix your clothes. 

He stood as well, when you reached for the car keys and pulled on your Peaky cap. It was a quick walk to where you had parked the car – Bonnie wouldn’t let go off your hand. And he didn’t let you close the door for a while when you were sat behind the steering wheel.

The birds still didn’t chirp, nor were any other animals being heard. The silence was still there, still granting you some peace, even though it wasn’t the same as on the steps.

„Don’t take too long, okay?“ One hand on the hood, the other on the door, he leaned down to kiss you once more.

„I won’t. I promise“, you smiled. Starting the car, Bonnie softly closed the door and watched you drive off. You saw him getting smaller in the mirror, didn’t really want to leave him, but you would see him soon again. And when that time came, you wouldn’t leave him again.

/////

Parking the car in front of the house on Watery Lane, you already felt uncomfortable being back in the city. Out in the woods everything was so much more easy. Especially with Bonnie by your side. But, this, and only this, would soon be everything you had to care about. The blue sky above your head and a loving Bonnie, who you would share freedom with.

Isiah was making a beeline for you, the second you entered the building. That can’t mean any good. „What’s it, Isiah?“

„Where the fuck have you been?“

„Language! I’m the fucking boss here“, you snarled, not very seriously. He just rolled his eyes with a little smirk. „What did I miss? Short story, please.“

Shelby’s weren’t supposed to do the dirty work anymore. But someone had to supervise those who did the dirty work for the Shelby’s. When Arthur became Chairman, you gladly inherited the job. You couldn’t stand paperwork or all the other serious business stuff, your work field was more physical.

As a teenager, while the Shelby’s tried to consolidate their position within the betting world, you had been part of the razor gang like your other siblings as well, except for Ada. You hadn’t been treated differently, only because you were a girl. You had grown up with them, with the violence, and to be honest: none of them tried to hold you back from taking your spot within the rows as they did with Finn. You wouldn’t have left them.

You were awaiting a ‚normal' report, but what you got was far from normal.

„Well… Finn got shot for the first time and Michael’s back, got married on a ship, was being held captive and knocked up his lady.“

„Are you kidding me?“ That was already too much drama to comprehend for only being back two minutes.

He shook his head, being dead serious. „Oh and Charlie wants you at the yard. Didn’t say anything else.“

„News from Tommy?“

„No.“

Good. That gave you the opportunity to check on Charlie right away. Leaving the house, you chose to walk over. Maybe it would be the last time to do the stroll, who knew. The dirty alleys of Small Heath and their people had been home for all your life. It would be strange to leave it all behind but an adventure would be waiting for you. Bonnie.

People were greeting you on your way, you returned it with a tap to your cap. To be a Shelby wasn’t always bad. You loved being a Shelby. Sometimes, it could just get a little too much for you. Especially after John died and wasn’t there anymore to defuse tensed situations with his silly jokes. 

„Charlie?“ Entering his yard, no-one was to be seen at first. Your call was answered soon, though. Curly was running up to you, throwing his arms in the air.

„Yes, Y/N. Yes.“ He was smiling. You always enjoyed Curly’s presence and friendship. „Sorry, sorry, not Charlie needs you, I do. Help me, yes?“

„Of course, Curly. What’s the matter?“ Besides being the dirty-work-supervisor, you also spent a lot of time in Charlie’s yard. Helping them with every sort of work they were going after or just hanging out – sometimes with Finn, trying to maintain your bond.

Curly was returning to the shed he came out of, you followed behind. „I just found them. Couldn’t leave them just like that. Have to take care of them, you know?“ There was an old box, lined with hay, which he knelt down in front of. In it were laying a dozen tiny kittens, meowing in an unrhythmic canon. How cute. Curly just could never see an animal in need. He always took care of them. And more than one time, you had helped him with nursing them back to health.

Promising Curly to organise some milk, you left for the Garrison. It never failed to amuse you, that the noise died down for a moment when a Shelby entered the pub. When they realised you didn’t care for their business, they continued with their chats again. Grabbing some bottles of milk from the back, you went to the office and tried to call Tom. You probably wouldn’t return to the Arrow House tonight and spend it at the yard, just wanted to let him know, but he didn’t answer. 

Afternoon and evening was spend trying to feed every kitten some milk. Once you accomplished it and were done with every kitten, the first one cried out for more already. 

At some point you must’ve fallen asleep in the shed. When you woke in the middle of the night and returned to Watery Lane, Finn was sitting in the kitchen. „Why are you not at home?“ ‚At home‘ meaning Arrow House you had been living in with Tommy.

„Tommy called. Sit down with me.“ By his foreign facial expression, you feared they somehow found out you were in love with Bonnie. You hadn’t even told Finn, just to make sure. What if they ruined your plans on going away with him? „I wanted it to be me to tell you because–“

„You know of me and Bonnie?“ For a second you were scared that maybe he didn’t find out and now you just revealed it on accident.

„Of course I do. I’m your twin, Y/N.“

„So did the others find out? How mad are they?“

Finn flicked his cigarette into the fireplace and fully turned towards you. He reached out for your hands and took them both. „I told them but this is not what this is about right now.“ Taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with you. „Bonnie was killed today. He’s dead.“

Slipping from this room, you must’ve fallen through the floor and deep down into the ground. You went somewhere dark, where your body couldn’t breathe anymore, your eyes unable to see and your mouth not able to let out the scream that was building up in your throat.

No. Impossible. „This can’t be right. I was there this morning.“

Finn didn’t answer.

He swallowed and got up, wanted to hug you, but you refused. You got up from the chair, stumbled backwards and crashed into the wall. All you could do was stare at him. You were waiting for him to say that he was wrong and Bonnie wasn’t dead. It didn’t happen. His face didn’t light up, it only got darker.

You had a stare down and kept the distance between you because if he came closer, you might’ve started to cry.

When the front door got opened, your attention was drawn away from Finn to the person coming through it: Tommy. The moment you saw him, everything crashed for you. He wouldn’t have come if Finn’s words weren’t true.

Tommy was wordlessly coming over, seemed as if he had been in a rush to get here, but you stumbled away from him, using the wall as guidance. „No!“

„Y/N–“

„NO! Stay away!“ Your heart was starting to pump blood through your veins at an incredibly high speed, it roared in your ears and made your lungs speed up in sync. Hyperventilating and almost sinking to your knees, you didn’t know what to do. What should you do? What could you do? How could Bonnie be gone if you wanted to get back to him as soon as possible?

„Y/N, let us help you, okay?“

„No!“ Still with your arm stretched out in front of you, to keep them away, your mind was running wild on what the fuck to do. „Where is he?“

„Y/N, you can’t go–“

„Where the fuck is he, Thomas!“ Maybe you were waking up everyone on Watery Lane but you couldn’t control the volume of your voice. 

„Aberama put him in his caravan–“

Rushing past him to get out, you heard him shout and come after you. „You can’t go and see him.“

Fumbling for the keys in your pocket, Tommy was faster. The last thing you remembered was a sting in your neck, then everything went black as if you fell asleep.

/////

You were soon to understand why Tommy had prevented you from seeing Bonnie that night. He had drugged you so you wouldn’t rush out to the woods and find him like that. Not when you just found out he was dead. 

For a whole day you had locked yourself in your old room at Watery Lane. After Tommy told you why and how Bonnie was gone, you couldn’t stand anyone around you without going after their throat, especially Tommy’s. You had just sat on the floor, staring at the wall and tried to understand it but you couldn’t. Not until you saw him. That’s why you told Tommy to go fuck himself, when you finally went downstairs, and drove to the woods you had last seen Bonnie at.

The caravan looked just like you had left it. Climbing the steps, you were scared to open the door.

„Go on in“, you suddenly heard someone speak, startling you. Aberama had appeared from between the trees, holding an axe.

„I’m scared I won’t leave it once I stepped in.“

„You will, Y/N. There’s work we have to do.“ He disappeared again and some thuds were to hear, almost like he was mauling wood.

You opened the door. You stepped in. You found him. And instantly turned your back to him. You started to sob so hard – crying for the first time actually – because looking at him for only a second was devastating. It took some minutes to get in control of the situation and turn to him again.

Bonnie was laying on the bed. Aberama probably didn’t have the strength to clean him yet. He almost didn’t look like himself anymore. Like the handsome, adoring guy with those dark eyes you fell for so hard. The dried blood, brown on his skin, covered all of his face. Eyes were closed. Jaw unnaturally misaligned. A big hole in his head. 

Bonnie was crucified. They had been beating him up and hung his body on a cross. 

Bonnie was shot in the face. Killed merciless. 

Bonnie was a fucking message. To your brother.

„Bonnie, please open your eyes.“ The sobbing started again when you sat down on the bed next to him. His hand still felt the same when you intertwined your fingers with his. The coldness made your crying worse, though. It didn’t stop. You couldn’t and didn’t want to for a while. For a long, long time. Until your body felt completely numb and unable to cry more before you hadn’t refilled it with water. But that didn’t make you leave just like that. Deep down you knew he wouldn’t wake up but you still called his name again and again. You told him to wake up, so you could leave and go wherever you wanted. You wouldn’t waste another day, trying to sort everything out. You didn’t care. All you wanted was him. And he… he was laying there and didn’t wake up.

Following the thuds outside, you found Aberama still slamming an axe to the ground. It wasn’t the ground he was hitting, though. You tripped over your own feet when you realised that the wood to his feet must’ve been the cross. 

„Tommy gave me his word that I’m going to kill that Billy Boy scum.“ He stopped in his motions.

„Tommy’s word is as much worth as that scum,“ you huffed and let yourself drop to the cold ground. You didn’t expect an answer or anything else. The night you were told Bonnie was dead was when you lost any expectations. You just stopped caring. Except for one thing. „When… when do you want–“ Unable to finish your sentence, Aberama stopped once again.

„To burn his damn caravan?“ Throwing the axe to the remnants of the cross, he sat down next to you. „Never did I think I had too. Always thought he would burn mine one day.“ 

Against your assumption your body couldn’t cry anymore tears, it started again. This time leaving out the intense sobbing, though. „Can I help you clean him?“

„I’m not ready.“

„If we wait until we’re ready one day we will never do it, Aberama.“

„You know, Y/N, he was so incredibly happy to have met you. He was my son, so I knew from the moment he came walking up to me, wearing that big grin, that he met someone very special.“ Aberama joined in with the quiet crying. „There was only one thing he wanted more than being the best boxer to ever live.“ Bonnie’s dad placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. „To love you for the rest of his life.“ You totally lost it with his last words, crying your fucking heart out which you were sure would burn with Bonnie in that caravan.

It’s been his sisters that pulled both of you out of your grief. They were bringing water and some fresh cloths.

Cleaning him up, together with his father, was a rather monotonous thing to do. Saying goodbye not so much.

How the fuck were you ever going to say goodbye to him? 

Losing Bonnie was unbearable. In the past two years he had brought you more joy than the nineteen years before you fell in love with him. He had learned you to love someone so deeply, it pained to imagine ever being without him. So you never had. Out of all the people, you never thought his time would be up next. How could you switch places with him? You’re a Shelby, why did they not choose you to send a message with? 

Leaving Bonnie was like stabbing ten knives into your own lungs. You held your breath when you brushed through his hair one last time. Some tears were falling down to his cold skin when you pressed your lips to his temple one last time. The moment you placed down his hand and stood, gathering the strength to turn your back on him, asked for every small amount of willpower left in your body. Your feet didn’t move further than to the door. You didn’t want to go. You knew he wasn’t there anymore, even though he was so close.

„I love you“, you whispered and then let your eyes slip from his face and opened the door. Every step hurt but you pulled through with it. You didn’t know how or who told him but Finn was standing outside when you exited the caravan.

He took your hand and you let him. Being able to hold onto someone was very much needed when Aberama lit fire under the caravan.

And just like a few nights ago, the fire was winding its way up, dancing into the stars. Bonnie’s words were echoing. To every single star in the sky and way beyond what’s in the darkness lurking between them. That’s where the wind was taking him now. Not to another forest with you together how it should’ve been. No. You drove off, saw him getting smaller in the mirror and just like that, he slipped from your grip forever without you even being aware of it.

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For months you wished you wouldn’t have been so good with protection. That maybe, somehow, within the last few times you had slept with him, something of him found its way to stick in this world. That he left behind something, someone, of himself. But he didn’t. There was nothing, no little him or you, that would be left of him. He would never live further than this stupid year of ’29.

It was hard. Every day. Since he was gone there hadn’t been one day where it didn’t feel like his absence tore you apart completely.

You quit work, just couldn’t work under Tommy anymore. You didn’t really know anymore if it was justified, if he could’ve prevented it somehow, but for a long time you found him guilty for Bonnie’s death.

The only one of your family you still talked to was Finn. And only then if it was a nonchalant topic. You didn’t want them to know how broken you, Y/N Shelby, were. And you didn’t want to be around while Tommy was working together with the man who killed Bonnie. That just wasn’t an option at all.

Phantasies about killing this Billy Boy were haunting you. Mostly in your daydreams because the nightmares were filled of Bonnie at a cross or Bonnie with no face. Or the worst: Bonnie still alive. When you dreamed of him being alive and woke from the sleep, you didn’t even stand up that day. Had someone told you a few years ago that love could do something like that to a person, to you, you wouldn’t have believed it in eternity.

The only reason you didn’t leave yet, ignoring Tommy’s deal and went after this McCavern’s life: You felt like it was Aberama’s place to take that bastards life. 

For the last months you’ve been staying with Aberama’s family. The only solace you were able to find was with the people that grieved for Bonnie as well. They were beautiful beings, cheering over his life rather than being sorry for losing him. And yes, it helped some, but no, you couldn’t just adept their mentality like that.

When the news came, that the assassination of Oswald Mosley didn’t work, that Aberama was stabbed to death, another time, everything crashed. For a few more days you were able to stay with Aberama’s kids and his sister, then you couldn’t fight the urge to go after McCavern anymore. 

You went away only by horse – Bonnie’s horse. With some blankets and the Peaky cap on your head, you made your way up north to Glasgow. The first three days it was only cold, which was endurable. When snow started to fall, it got harder to continue with your route. You spent the nights curled up in your blankets, trying to shelter from the snow under a big tree. None of it could’ve stopped you, though. Your determination was stronger than the weather. So you kept riding, kept freezing in the nights.

On the seventh day, not far away from Glasgow anymore, everything fell into place suddenly. You heard voices. Something had aligned everything perfectly well for you.

Getting of the horse and tying it to a tree, you snuck your way through the bushes to the street. You had followed it in some distance for a while now.

A car was parked on the side, three men tried to fix a tire. One of them was Jimmy McCavern. You had seen him back at Charlie’s yard from afar. No doubt, it was him. 

You didn’t expect luck would grant you such an opportunity but there it was. Remaining covered in the bushes, you waited for their discussion about the tire to come to an end. For a second you thought they would start throwing punches but then McCavern ordered the two men, he had travelled with, to go and find the next village and steal a new car. They obeyed his orders and started to walk away.

He watched them leave and muttered some slurs you couldn’t understand. You waited. Until at some point he did, what every man did: pee at a tree.

The snow covered the sound of your steps when you moved out from behind the bushes and crossed the road. After imagining his death for such a long time, in so many different scenarios, it surprised you how calm you actually were. Arthur was always so furious. Tommy so cold. John was a miracle. And Finn… he was just not meant for the Peaky business and that was a good thing. To be honest, you expected to be just like Arthur in this very moment but that wasn’t the case. You creeped up on the man who had killed Bonnie and you couldn’t be more calmer. The fact you would be able to close this chapter in a few seconds was astonishingly relaxing.

He just finished up his business, when you pushed him to the snow covered ground and held him there. You quickly removed his gun and threw it behind you. He didn’t have any other weapons on him.

Bonnie’s boxing lessons had made you a lot stronger, so you turned McCavern around to face him. The swearing, which again you didn’t understand even though being way closer this time, stopped. You didn’t know if he knew who you were or if he was surprised you were a woman. You didn’t give a fuck, though.

„Time’s up“, you hissed. Your full body weight held him down and the arm under his chin prevented him from talking. Slowly, you reached out for your head, grabbed the Peaky cap and revealed the razor blades. That’s when his eyes showed some sort of realisation.

„This is for Bonnie.“

/////

You waited for three days. But nothing changed. You didn’t feel better. Right after taking McCavern’s eyes and cutting his throat open, bleeding to death, you fled from the scene back south as fast as possible. One more death, the one death you had longed for in such a long time and it didn’t change a single thing. Bonnie was still gone, vanished from your life without a possibility to ever get him back. And revenge didn’t change a single thing inside of you. The bleak beast was still eating your insides.

You waited for three weeks. But nothing changed. You went to Aunt Pol, didn’t know where to go anymore or what to do. You told her what you had done. She was grieving for Aberama. She wanted you to stay and you decided to do so. But only a couple hours later you heard her phone Tommy that you were here – so you left again. Still with McCavern’s blood on your razor blades.

When the third month came around, something odd happened. You sat on the steps of your own caravan somewhere in the woods all by yourself. Rain must’ve fallen the previous night because the smell of mother nature rose. It wrapped around you like Bonnie’s arms always used to. Like he did on the day he died. Half a year had passed and nothing changed. You felt guilty, you felt left and lost but the scent of soil filling your nose brought some peace to you. The first time ever since Bonnie was gone. 

His laughter still echoed in your ears and his words remained with you, repeating themselves every night before you fell asleep. You knew he wasn’t here anymore but you also knew he would never leave your heart. You wouldn’t let that happen. And that’s when you realised what to do next.

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A WIP Game

Tagged by: @lemonjoonah thank you bby 🤣 I don’t know whether to thank you or start crying because my list of WIPs is...something

Rules: I post the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then you send me an ask with the title that most intrigues/interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it

*Cracks fingers* Please excuse my titles, I don’t name any of them properly lmao so THESE ARE NOT THE TITLES OF THE ONESHOTS/DRABBLES/CHAPTERS 😭 I KNOW THEY’RE UGLY BEAR WITH ME

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> “OY9“ - Jungkook x noona (Yandere boyfriend AU, chapter)

>“drglrdjk” - Jungkook x childhood friend!OC (Drug lord AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“BG8” - Seokjin, Hoseok, Yoongi x married!OC (Mafia AU, chapter)

>“The Boy” - Jungkook x dollsitter!OC (The Boy movie AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Gold” -  Jungkook x detective!noona (Adopted AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Puppet” -  Jungkook x ventriloquist!noona (Yandere ventriloquist doll AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Love, Mom” -  Jungkook x detective!noona (Adopted AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“OY Drabble” - Jungkook x noona (Yandere boyfriend AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Bro!Jimin” -  Jimin x OC (Taboo horror AU, oneshot)

>“Earl Grey” - Seokjin x janitor!OC (Chef AU, oneshot)

>“Mirror JK” - Jungkook x agoraphobic!noona (Ghost AU, oneshot)  

>“Teeth” - Jungkook x pureblood vampire!noona (Vampire AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Death” - Namjoon x OC (Grim reaper AU, oneshot/drabble)

>���AM!Jin” - Seokjin, Taehyung x married!OC (Arranged marriage AU, chapter)

>“Under the Passing Train II” - Yoongi x OC (Established relationship AU, chapter)

>“Noona years (?)” - Jungkook x noona (OY smut drabble AU, drabble)

>“Officer!Hoseok” -  Hoseok x murderer!OC (Corrupt detective AU, oneshot)

>“Mechanic!Tae” - Taehyung x OC (Mechanic AU, oneshot)

> “Tae” - Taehyung x OC (Monster AU, oneshot/drabble)

>“Doctor 1” - Taehyung x chubby!OC (Established relationship AU, chapter/drabble)

>“Bonnie and Clyde pt2” - Hoseok x former prostitute!OC (Criminal AU, chapter)

>“The Monster Under Your Bed” - Taehyung x designer!OC (Yandere mannequin AU, oneshot)

>“Dracula” - Namjoon x OC (Vampire AU, oneshot/chapter)

Tagging: @mintseesaw @chimoona @ditzymax @deepdarkdelights @jkeuphoriadreamland @bang-tan-bitches @an-ambivalent and anyone who writes!!! I have the memory span of a goldfish!!!

#bunny:tagged

[unholyhelbig]

idk if you watched legacies... but if you do can you do a Hizzie oneshot where Lizzie actually turns into a heretic and Hope has to comfort her? Please & Thank you!

A/N: ofc I watched Legacies, and I must say that 2x12 was the best episode yet. 

Read on ao3 | Request Prompts here 

Title: I Can’t do this Alone 

Ship: Lizzie Saltzman Hope Mikaelson 

Word Count: 1470

Lizzie Saltzman remembered quite vividly the first time she saw blood. A small study that was bathed in the warm light of gas-lit lanterns, despite the television in the next room blaring some cartoon about underwater creatures, or maybe it was superheroes. Josie had nodded off, clenching a blanket in her grasp as she snored softly. Lizzie blamed her curiosity.

She crept through the halls of the house towards where she knew her mother would be. She could feel her energy and heard muffled voices from where she stood. Lizzie padded softly in her socks and kept her thumb in her mouth in a nervous habit that her mother was trying to break. Quiet and calculated, she hugged the doorframe of the study.

Her Aunt Bonnie held a blade, a dagger that was varnished in gold and had the red eye of a demon carved into the handle. It reminded Lizzie of something she would see in one of her fairytale books. Not under the soft hand of a princess, but the wretched one of a wicked witch.

There was an old map stained in a darker brown, and the scent of sage ticked at the back of Lizzie’s throat. She watched as her Aunt grasped her mother's hand, gently and leading. She took the edge of the blade, silver and sparkling in the light, and dragged the likes of which against her mother's palm. Uttering the simple words: Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous.

Lizzie breathed in sharply, and Aunt Bonnie’s deep brown eyes shot towards the doorframe. She could feel her heartbeat against her rib cage, clutching herself close as she pressed her back flush against the wall. There were a few seconds of chatter before the spell went on- deep and syrupy blood forming in a thin line until it puddled in one spot of the map.

A locator spell, one of the first things that Lizzie had the honor of learning. But right now- right here as she breathed in the musty and damp air, she traced a line against her palm. Not one with the tip of a golden handled blade, but one of her own touch. It was cold and inhuman. Her breath forming in a sigh in front of her.

She wished for warmth, and not to be locked away in the basement of a school that her father cultivated for her safety of all things. A cage that protected others from her and not the other way around like they had led her to believe. Because she had to face the truth of the matter- she was a monster. Is a monster.

That’s the only reason they would seal her away in the same place that held the likes of Alyssa Chang and the Necromancer with his uncontrollable ego. There was a small bed and a few books that were stacked in the corner, pages soaked through and moldy. And a tin glass that dripped with blood. Blood that she remembered so vividly seeing for the first time.

“You have to drink something, Lizzie. You’ll desiccate if you don’t.”

She didn’t bother to look away from her own hands, tracing the lifeline that was inevitably cut short. A car that wrapped around a tree like a twist tie made sure of that. Every time she clenched her eyes shut she could see the flashing blue and red lights of the cruiser that technically didn’t belong to anyone. The way blood leaked from a cut at the edge of her hairline and dripped off her chin. She had rubbed it between her fingers and shuddered out a breath.

Her veins felt hot and sticky. “Maybe I should. It would certainly free up space for whatever Malivore throws at you next.”

Hope Mikaelson let out a weighted sigh and traced the second tin cup of blood with her fingers. Secretly hoping that the Saltzman twin would have come to her senses and down the first ration. No such luck, instead they stared at each other, one outside an iron cage, the other trapped in a world of her own.

“I heard that the pain is unbearable.”  Hope sat down on the dirt floor, her back pressed against the brick wall that leaked a coolness through her shirt. She looked unphased. “That your mouth feels dry like cotton, and then your skin starts to… hiss. That’s how my Aunt described it. An unbearable itch. But that’s not even the worst of it, you know? The worst part is the burning that hits your throat. Worse than hunger, because hunger is satiable.”

“Stop.”

“Not until you drink something.”

“No.”

“And why not?” Hope asked, whipping her head to the side. Lizzie stared at her with curiosity. Her eyes were dark and swollen from crying. She had effectively frayed the one blanket that was in the cell. Her mind raced for an answer. To everything she had lost the second she swallowed down three even gulps of bitter wine.

Sebastian had cruely tricked her and she hated herself for falling for his dull blue stare and fancy haircut and promises of the world. Frantic and tear-stained, and terrifying. That underlying fear that ate away at her almost as much as the hunger did.

“I lost everything I never knew I wanted.” Lizzie sniffed, staring down at her socked feet. “A chance to grow old and travel. To have kids of my own, and god fucking dammit, what if I wanted to become a doctor? Or an EMT? I’m a kid. And this- this took that choice away from me.”

The truth was that Lizzie missed the fragility of it all. The feeling of being close to human. Even the spike of fear that pushed through her when she saw her Aunt performing a spell. Before she knew about witches and werewolves, and the merge. When she could hope to attend a normal high school and have an epic love that was utterly and senselessly captivating. She thought she had found it in Sebastian.

Lizzie seethed, “I was a fool for trusting him. For letting him in. For letting him turn me into this.”

Hope was silent for a long time. They listened to the wind that howled just past the schools' wall, and a leaky pipe that dripped a map of mud onto the dirt floor. She continued to trace the side of the tin cup before standing entirely and walking to the door of the jail cell. Lizzie watched her mildly.

The iron creaked and groaned under the stress of movement. Lizzie scooted closer to the corner of the bed, the springs hissing under her as she curled into herself. She looked so small, Hope decided, as she set the tin cup on the table next to the bed. Her breath formed in front of her, almost a separate entity.

Lizzie’s throat tingled in hunger. The blood was close, so close she could feel her jaw ache and her mouth fill with saliva.

“Stay away from me, Hope.” Lizzie’s voice was dark. “I’m an abomination.”

She let out a breath. “Yeah? Well, what does that make me?”

Hope sat on the edge of the bed. Both of them utterly broken in terms of normalcy. One a mix of witch and vampire, the other possessing the abilities of a wolf, all while wielding magic. Abomination isn’t a word Hope would use- different, set-apart from a crowd, but never an abomination. She could feel Lizzie buzzing.

Her cool hand reached out and gently cupped the side of the girls' face, clammy with sweat. She started to breathe heavier through her nose. Face smoothing from a frown as Lizzie melted into the much-needed touch.

Hope moved her thumb tenderly over dark under eyes and bloody black veins. “You’re starving.”

Lizzies placid stare was pierced with fear and something more as Hope reached for the mug of fresh blood. She held it between them, breath picking up and deep eyes flashing in an heir of red. “Hope, I can’t.”

“You’ve done it once before,” She cooed softly “You can do it again.”  

The Saltzman girl took two deep and hulling breaths before greedily reaching for the glass and pulling it to her lips. Hope withdrew and watched her carefully. Hunger had won and Lizzie swallowed the blood eagerly and with purpose, life filling her cheeks with a pale pink blush. She finished the mug and licked her lips.

“I can’t do this alone.” Her voice shook.

“It’s a good thing that you don’t have to.”

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[sinfulshelbys]

Until We Meet Again | Shelby! sis

Bonnie Gold x Shelby! sister reader

Warnings: angsttttt, death :”(, (i like pretending that ep 5x02 didn’t happen but here i am writing about it)

Request: some angst with Bonnie and shelby sis?

word count: 1.7k

You were the most well put together out of the Shelby family. At least, that’s what people of Small Heath would tell everyone. 

You were able to calm your siblings, especially Tommy, when they got set in a blaze of nothing but fury. You made sure to visit your older neighbours regularly and made sure they were safe and taken care of. You visited the orphanage and took the time out of your busy schedule every Friday to sit and read to all the children who admired you.

Y/N Shelby was an angel born in hell. 

But if those same people who spoke those words were to see you now, you’re not quite sure how they would act. You looked like a walking disaster, from the black makeup stains that lined under your eyes to the skirt you haven’t had the energy to change out of for the three days. You were completely and utterly broken.

You watched as the vardo in front of you bursted into flames causing soft tears to fall down your puffed cheeks. The same vardo that you shared so many memories with him in. Your Bonnie. 

You knew that your family were watching you from the corners of their eyes – you choosing to stand away from the small crowd that have come to honour your love with Bonnie’s father, Aberama. 

The older man had taken your hand in his, trying to anchor you both to reality before you lost yourselves in pain. 

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t be there any longer, squeezing Aberama’s hand once before turning on your heels – walking into the open field, away from the memorial.

Reaching a clearing, you sat on the edge of a small lake before letting yourself finally break. Your cries came out pained and in gasps, your hand clutching your shirt while you tried to breathe. 

He was gone. Your Bonnie was gone and there was nothing you could do to bring him back. 

You could still remember the moment that you had found out, you had left the campsite early that morning with Polly – despite not wanting to. But Tommy wanted the family to attend a gala he had organised now that he was politically involved, which is what you did.

You had spent the entire night glued to your brother, Finn’s side – until you noticed Tommy storm towards the door to his house, pulling his gun from his waistband.

So with rushed footsteps, you pushed past all the rich snobs to catch sight of a sobbing Aberama yelling and pointing a gun towards Johnny Dogs, while your brother tried to get him to put the weapon down. 

With a deep from, you had rushed towards the three men – hoping to be able to talk some sense into Aberama who had taken you under his wing as soon as he found out you were dating his son.

“What the fuck is going on?” You called out, bunching up your skirt as you made your way down the steps and onto the gravel that made the soles of your black heels turn grey.

Tommy was quick to turn to you with wide eyes, waving a hand in your direction for you to stop. 

“Y/N, get inside!” He ordered, anyone else would’ve been smart to follow his instructions, but you ignored him. 

Walking towards Aberama who was still manically waving his gun in the air, you softly grasped his hands in yours – taking the cold metal weapon from his grasp.

“What’s going on, Mr Gold?” You whispered, forcing the older mans focus onto you. “Why are you pointing a gun at Johnny?”

Aberama only let out a loud sob, it was one that you had heard countless times from your siblings when your brother John had died – one that could only be expressed when you had suffered a loss so painful it felt like someone was clawing at your heart; trying to rip it out.

You instantly knew.

“No,” you muttered, taking a slight step back from Aberama who kept shaking his head – you stared at him as if willing him to be wrong. “No, no, no!”

“He was the only one who knew where we were!” Aberama spat towards Johnny – the innocent man begging for someone to just believe that he hadn’t given the Gold’s camp away. “My son is dead!”

Those four words were the confirmation that had you crumbling into a heap on the floor. Tommy was quick to try to catch you, ultimately ending up on the ground with you as he pulled your thrashing body to his chest.

He knew the pain of losing your love all too well. 

All he could do was sit and hold you, ignoring the gunshot that his wife, Lizzie, fired into the air as she yelled for everyone to get away from her home. He didn’t let go even as you begged for him to – even when you tried to push him away. 

He didn’t let you go.

That was why Tommy was the one to follow after you as you walked away from the funeral – his heart aching when he saw his little sister in a heap of tears. 

He didn’t say anything as he rushed over to you, pulling your hands away from your neck – placing them above his heart so you could feel it beat. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, watching as you kept shaking your head. “Hey, focus on my heartbeat, eh? Focus on the beats and count.”

You tried, he could tell by the little crease that formed between your eyebrows and the way you kept taking huge shaky breaths. Focusing on his heartbeat was something that he had done since you were little and lost your mother – it was a simple way to ground you, but it had never not worked before. 

With a shake of your head, Tommy could tell that it wasn’t working – quickly pulling you to his chest as he sat down in the wet grass with you; not giving a shit about the stains that were going to ruin his new suit. 

“It hurts,” you whimpered, taking your older brothers hand in your own as you focused on calming your erratic breathing. “It hurts so fucking much, Tom. I need it to stop. Please make it stop.”

Tommy swore that was the moment his heart well and truly broke. You were the one person in his life that wasn’t supposed to be tainted – the one person he was supposed to protect from everything bad. But here you were after losing the love of your life and he didn’t know how to help you.

“It’s my fault. If I hadn’t gotten involved with him, he would still be here-”

“Stop,” Tommy shook his head, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “It’s not your fault. Believe me when I tell you. I thought it was my fault with Grace, and it almost ruined me – you saw that. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Silence settled over the pair of you, only the sounds of the trees rustling in the wind and the water gently running could be heard – until you spoke up.

“All I wanted was a happy ending,” you whispered, afraid to speak any louder. “I had that with Bonnie. But we’re poison, Tom – anyone we touch is in danger because of us. Maybe we’re not supposed to ever be happy, maybe this is the price we pay for being Peaky Blinder devils.”

Tommy bit his tongue at the way you spat the words your family had thrown at them all too often. But he also couldn’t help but think that maybe you were right – maybe these losses were the price your family had to pay for the evil things that happened in the shadows.

“Aberama told me to give this to you,” Tommy muttered into the open air, his hand reaching into the pocket of his trousers to pull out a small box. “He said that when you’re ready to collect Bonnie’s rings – you can. This, however, he wanted you to have now.”

Your hands tentatively reached for the box, taking it out of your brothers hold before slowly opening it – letting out a cry when you caught sight of the diamond ring.

“He asked for my blessing a month ago,” Tommy pressed a kiss to your forehead as you shuffled around in his lap to look at his face – a solemn look gracing his usually hard features. “The boy spent months trying to gain the fucking courage to ask you which annoyed us to our wits end. Aberama said that the day it happened he was on his way to the gala and was finally going to do it.”

Your sight was clouded by an on-stream of tears, your arms wrapping around your brothers shoulders as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Tommy let you openly cry for the future you had lost with your love. He let you seek comfort in his embrace, worried that if he let you go too soon you might succumb to the darkness just like he had.

When you had calmed down a bit, you pulled away from your brother – giving him a soft smiled before shuffling off his lap. 

“Would you be able to give me a minute alone?” You softly asked, knowing that Tommy would understand. 

He knew that you were overwhelmed with so much grief that it would take you a long while to finally make peace with everything that had happened – so he let you have this moment. Pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head, Tommy stood up and brushed off his suit before walking back to your family – glancing back at you every few seconds until you were out of his sight.

You were left alone, red-rimmed eyes focused on the pretty ring that you hadn’t removed from the box – just staring at it. 

“You should’ve asked,” you spoke into the open air; hoping that wherever he was, he could hear you. “I would’ve said yes, Bon. You had nothing to worry about.”

With shaky fingers, you took out the ring – holding it up so the gem met the sunlight casting pretty rainbow glows around you. 

You weakly smiled, sliding the piece of jewellery onto your ring finger. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without you, Bon. You promised to always be here, but now you’re just gone and I’m so lost without you.”

You words were met with expected silence as you let out a sigh and wiped the tear tracks from your cheeks before rising to your feet. Staring out into the beautiful field in front of you, you briefly shut your eyes. 

“Until we meet again, my love.” 

Until you meet again. 

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