#bonnie gold x shelby!sister

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alfie🧸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur🍺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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t r o u b l e / chapter seventeen

"No, no Ada, don't you try to calm me down, I won't calm down alright I won't calm down not whilst she's out there right..."

I stopped dead at the sound of Tommy's gritted teeth voice, a quiet and cutting tirade against Ada in the next room. I could see them through the open door and though for a moment I'd hoped he wouldn't see me, when I recognised the anxiety in them both my own nervous curiosity got the better of me.

The hallway tiles were cold and my bare feet stuck to them as I stood there, my wet hair dripping, cold water trickling from my shoulder to be soaked up by my damp sweater.

"Fen!" he spoke sharply, his eyes locked with mine a little desperate. This was as close to panic as I'd ever seen on Tommy and as Bonnie came to a halt just behind me, his hand on my lower back must have felt the fearful shiver which shot through me when my brother called out to me.

Ada caught his arm with the back of her hand, a short sharp shock which made him soften his tone, lower his voice just enough to lull me into a false sense of security.

"Fen," he said again softer this time than before, "come here a minute sweetheart, come talk to us.." he said beckoning me in with his hand and a pair of eyes which told me not to ask any questions. It was a look i recognised on Tommy, the brother who had always believed "do as I say not as I do."

"What is it Tommy, why do..." I started but when I did as he said and came to stand before him, looking up at him with trepidation in the wobble of my bottom lip he shushed me, a finger to his lips.

I shot a glance over my shoulder to see Bonnie still stood there, leaning in the doorframe, quietly surveying the situation himself. He wore a small frown, his eyes dark as he watched me standing before my brother, shrinking into myself.

"Want you to listen very carefully to me now eh Fen, cause this is very important alright? Whatever your sisters told you eh, whatever secrets shes asking you to keep for her I need you to tell me now..."

"What?"

"Tommys right Fen... For once.." said Ada, "whatever Sylvie's doing, wherever she's gone off to Tommy needs to know... The Italians are..." but I'd stopped listening to them the moment that one word had left Ada's lips. My stomach sunk like a stone. Gone.

"What do you mean gone?"

"Come on Fen don't be like this eh, haven't got time for any tricks, just tell us where she's gone so we can..."

"She's gone? What do you fuckin mean she's gone Tommy?" I asked my heart racing away from me, my whole world shrinking around me, making me feel so much smaller than everyone else as I looked between Ada, Bonnie and my brother. They all wore the same dark look, one of knowing. Like they knew something I didn't. Like they were worried about things I couldn't even dream of worrying about.

Ada held herself, arms crossed over her chest as she let out a sigh and shook her head, tried to be sympathetic when she turned her sorry eyes on me.

"I know you want to protect your sister Fen but tellin Tommy where she's gone, that will protect her... Whatever she's doing she ain't gonna be in trouble..."

"Well that depends what she's fuckin doin..." smirked John earning a wack around the back of the head from Arthur. I hadn't noticed the two of them sitting side by side on the sofa, John with his legs kicked out, laid back as you like. Arthur pale as a sheet, looking like he might be about to kill someone.

"Fen," said Tommy his impatience beginning to show, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and threatening a frozen hell, "no secret keepin in this family eh, wheres your sister?"

"I..." I didn't know what to say to him, didn't want them to think I was lying to them, couldn't tell them the whole truth. "I don't know Tommy... I haven't seen her since this morning in the... What do you mean she's gone?" I couldn't get my head around it, couldn't get the words to sink in.

She couldn't be gone. She couldn't have just left without saying a word, without even warning me so that I at least might know she was safe. Of course it occurred to me that this interrogation might have been exactly the reason for Sylvie to leave without saying goodbye to me, even so, it didn't make it any less lonely to learn that she'd left me there alone. I felt alone then, my older siblings eyes all starring me down. Ada disbelieving, her eyes widening with frustration as she met mine. She mouthed something to me but I couldn't make it out. Couldn't concentrate on anything because my sister was gone and no one would tell me what was going on.

"She's fucking gone Sonya! Now what part of gone do you not understand?" snapped Tommy his voice never raising above that quiet and steady monotone. His eyes and the sudden sharp of his tongue startling me. I flinched but didn't dare humiliate myself by averting my gaze, remained stubbornly starring him down, fingers digging into the palm of my hand as I clutched at the sleeves of my sweater and held on for life.

"Sylvia's gone right, she's not here. She's taken her things and she's fucking gone which means she's putting not only herself but the whole fucking family in danger so you're going to stop this childish nonsense now eh little sister and you're going to stop fuckin lying for her..."

"Tommy!" scolded Ada though he cut her off before she could make her weak defence.

"No Ada, we don't keep secrets in this family," he said stepping up so close to me that I had to tip my head back just to meet his gaze. He towered above me and even with his slight build he shadowed me completely. Made me feel terribly small.

"No fuckin secrets," he said pointing down at me, his finger too close to my eyes, impossible not to wince away from. But I held my ground, blood run cold feeling smaller by the second.

My words weren't supposed to come out a whisper but they did. I wasn't sure whether it made them easier to believe or not.

"You already know my secrets." I said quietly, voice trembling like the rest of me as I glared up at him, resisting the urge to blink, feeling the sting of the tears I was trying to hold back. I knew the moment I closed my eyes they'd all come flooding out.

Tommy turned away from me then, his finger still pointing accusatory between my eyes.

"For fuck sake," he muttered, snapping his fingers at our brothers, nodding for one of them to get up and join him. As if having two of them stare me down would open me up.

But they couldn't have got the truth from me even if I'd wanted to hand it to them, because I didn't know it myself. And it was that fact that was really breaking my heart. Not the confirmation that Tommy didn't trust us, didn't really see us as being part of the family in the way our other siblings were. It was the realisation that Sylvie didn't trust me. That we'd been keeping secrets from another for too long. That somehow, sometime very recently, the gemini thread between us had been pulled to tight and had snapped. That she didn't think she could tell me about this, this wild, fucking reckless great escape, it meant we weren't as close as we once were. As I'd always believed we would be.

"John, get up for fuck sake, fuckin talk to your sister..." Tommy waved his hand, beckoned John towards us, who did as Tommy bid with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

"If she ain't tellin you she ain't tellin me," shrugged John, a lazy smirk on his lips as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his joggies and looked down at me. A conspiratorial light in his eyes, a smirk designed to make me believe he was on my side, not Tommys. It was the sort of smirk I'd believed in one too many times as a child playing tig and had learnt to be wary of long ago now.

"Right Fen, now you 'eard our big brother eh, Sylvie might be in trouble yeah so no coverin for her..."

"What happened to snitches get stitches?" I glowered up at him, sullen watery eyes determined to remain on the chic side of tragic.

"Jesus fuckin christ S..." snapped Tommy, his shout met by John's in an instant.

"Oi! Don't fuckin shout at her!"

One brothers hand shooting out to catch the others wrist before Tommy could snatch at my sweater and petrify me.

"She's fuckin lying to us John! Her sisters god knows where and she's fuckin laughin at us!"

"She's not fuckin laughin at you Tom! Look at her! Fuckin look at her you're terrifyin her!" John cried, all his anxiety and distress forcing their way out of him then. His spit flecking Tommy's cheek as he got between me and our older brother so that I was no longer forced to look up into Tommys unforgiving eyes.

"I'm not a fuckin liar Tom!" I said quietly, my voice probably going unheard as my brothers teetered on the edge of a fight.

"Maybe she should be scared eh John, maybe she should be fuckin scared..." said Tommy standing down, his finger no longer pointed, his jaw no longer clenched tight and sharp.

"Is Isaiah with her?" I asked then, my voice quiet, still shaking as I looked around the room and realised he wasn't there with them. It gave me a glimmer of hope see, to think that wherever she was, whatever reckless way she was choosing to endanger herself, Isaiah was with her. Someone I could trust to take care of her, someone who knew what she was like, what she might be capable of. Someone she wouldn't be able to surprise as easily as perhaps she expected...

But when Tommy shook his head my stomach dropped.

"He's not here," he said, "but theres no way to know for sure that he's with her..."

"And if we find out he's let her boss him around like you did when you were little..." grinned Arthur making John chuckle. Making even Tommy crack the most fleeting of smirks.

"Alright boys enough posturing..." warned Ada, one last look to me, begging me to tell them the truth, sympathetic though because she could tell I really did know nothing, "but your brothers are right Fen, if she tries to..."

"Left her phone here didn't she," grumbled Arthur earning a giggle from Ada who cut him off scrunching her nose up at him.

"Alright old man, don't just use phones to talk to people now do we..." She said before announcing that she was going to check on Karl. That after that she was going to check on Pol who's absense suddenly seemed strange to me until Tommy told Ada where she was.

"Not by you perhaps."

"She doesn't want to be disturbed..." he said locking eyes with Ada who turned him down without a second thought.

🌼🐻🌼

When Ada left the rest of us remained quiet and still but only for a moment. John sat back down, legs stretched out long, one crossed over the other. Hands shoved in his pockets. His gloomy doomed eyes looked to his brothers, the three of them waiting for the other to speak up.

Tommy stood, still close to me, holding his chin in his hand. When he moved away from me, paced to the window and took out a cigarette I longed to ask if I could have one too.

I watched Arthur as he sighed and joined Tommy in the window. I watched John as he copied from where he sat leaning back into the settee. The three of them blew smoke out of sync, slowly clouding the little room with thin whisps of grey.

"Have you spoken to me da?" asked Bonnie, his voice disturbing the quiet.

John was looking at me but with the distance of someone who couldn't see at all. His skin was pale with worry and his freckles only seemed to add to the nauseous grey my sister had painted him with.

He was standing just behind me, I could feel him there just to the left of my shoulder, it should have felt too close but it wasn't. If anything I felt my fingers resisting the urge to reach for his. To hold his hand if not only to have an ally.

"Sent Johnny Dogs and Charlie out with some men to search nearby. We need your dad and your family to stay close to the house... Need to work under the assumption that this is the work of the Italians and, if it is, Sylvie's the distraction and the worst is yet to come..."

I couldn't help but notice how he changed when he spoke to Bonnie. So matter of fact, so business like. Bonnie couldn't really have been so much older than me for Tommy to see a difference and yet, it was only I who was spoken to like a child. Only I who found herself left out of the wordless conversations which surrounded me at all times when I was with my brothers.

"This is the Italians?" I asked turning to Tommy with wide eyes, eyes which should have shown him the truth I was telling him.

"We don't know so we have to prepare for the worst Fen..." he said, "thats why its important you ain't keepin any secrets... If you know something Sonya..."

"I don't," I cut him off, my voice sharp and defensive. A tightness in my throat which made it difficult to breath or to speak without showing how much it hurt. Without showing how scared I was.

I stood trembling, resisted the urge to wrap my arms around my waist and hold myself but only for a moment. When I crumbled seconds later I couldn't hold myself tight enough. Couldn't stop the cold which gripped me.

"The worst..." I said stopping myself before I could say anymore, before I could make myself cry.

"Bonnie," said Tommy with a sigh, "why don't you help Fen to her room eh, she's upset, looks tired..." he said holding his hand up to quiet me when I tried to protest, "if you can't tell us where she's gone you can't help us Fen so it'd be better if you went upstairs eh, got some sleep... Somewhere safe."

I knew I couldn't argue. I didn't have the heart to argue anymore anyway. So numb with shock, with disappointment. With the cold feeling that chills your bones and slows your mind right down so that you can't process anything that scares you.

All I could do was stand there, holding myself, trying to hold myself together for long enough to look the three of them in the eyes and tell them why it really hurt.

When Bonnie's fingers skimmed mine I let mine slip between his as if tugged on by a magnetic force drawing us together.

"You don't trust me, yet you think Sylvie would..."

No one said a word but I felt his other hand come to rest on my shoulder, the gentle squeeze an attempt to lure me back to life. It was just enough to remind me I wasn't totally see through. That even if my brothers were looking through me, I was there. A real girl with a real broken heart.

He squeezed my hand too, his hand swallowing mine whole, fingers locking over my knuckles like a protective shell and when he tugged gently on my arm I moved as if in a trance. I was watching Tommy still and as I drifted backwards out through the door I'd been lured through under false pretences earlier that evening, I remained with my eyes fixed on John's dull ones, willing him to look at me with some kind of recognition.

We let the door close behind us and at the foot of the stairs Bonnie stopped.

"Do you mind me coming with you?" he asked looking back over his shoulder down the hallways, "into your room like... I don't mind just hangin around outside... Get me a little stool, set up me camp.

"Its fine," I said softly, my throat aching with the pain of every word I forced through it.

"Are you sure..."

"I'm sorry if I upset you earlier lass..." he said, his own speech stunted too, awkward because it sounded as though he were holding back.

"Uhuh," I said ever so quietly then, holding onto his hand a little tighter than he was holding onto mine.

"Its fine," I said trying to regain a little self confidence, trying to steady the shake in my voice when I stopped outside the bedroom doorway and turned, back up against the door, with a self depricating smile, shy eyes I didn't really know I had. "Told you didn't I, I cry all the time..."

As if he had a lot more to say than he was allowing himself to.

I leant back against the door feeling the give and sway as it opened behind me and my body leaning against it pushed it open.

"Take Sylvie's bed if you like," I said chewing my cheek as I slid down to the floor at the foot of my own bed. I'd been going to try and stretch out the tight doomy feeling in my shoulders and spine but when my legs bent and I felt my skirt skim the floor I gave in, just let my bum hit the floor with a quiet thump. Sat there gazing at the window, the rooms reflection overlayed by the dark of the gardens at night like something out of a 90s coming of age movie.

"Don't think I'll be doing much sleeping somehow," he chuckled choosing, rather than to go to the window or to do as I'd said and throw himself down on Sylvies bed, but instead to slide down to the floor beside me. To link our fingers once more and sit by my side in quiet solidarity.

"You don't know where she is?" he asked, already knowing the answer, no raised brow, just a downcurving smirk and a nod when I shook my head.

"No," he said with a little smile, nudging me in the ribs, "no more than any other Shelby eh..." but I knew from his teasing little grin that he really did believe me. That the ally I'd hoped to find downstairs had been found in him.

"I'm not a liar," I said again and he nodded seeming to think about it but only really for a second or two.

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Up in Smoke- Chapter 1.6

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Warning- Usual PB violence and swearing

Within the next few days, Arthur had returned back to normal. At least for now. Tommy walked into my room. My nose was too busy in a book to realize he had walked in. I finally glanced up.

"Hey, Tommy." 

"Check your gun."

"Why? What's going on?"

"We're doing it today."

"Doing what today?"

"Family meeting, half ten." He walked out. 

I walked down to the kitchen to sit with Aunt Polly and Ada. She was finally speaking to us again. We talked as her baby, Karl, was asleep. Aunt Polly smiled as she looked down at Karl. 

"Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them. You girls never knew my children, did you?"

"I was a child myself then."

"No. Why don't you ever talk about them?"

"Never had a reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them." She walked away from the basket Karl was sleeping in. "But today, I do have a reason to. Sit down, Ada."

Ada sent me a look as she sat down. I shrugged as we both turned our attention to Aunt Polly. "They were three and five years old. Sally was three, Micheal was five. Well, two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning. Uh, I was at church. 'You are not forgiven,' this pinch-faced bitch said to me. 'You are not forgiven.' You see, some sheets I had washed and hung on the line had the name of a hotel on them. They'd been stolen in a robbery and they said some porter at the hotel had been coshed. A woman from around here told the police about the sheets. Jealous, you see, of the new sheets. When the police came, they found a spirit still...making a few drops of gin." Her eyes started to gloss over. 

Her eyes darted around the room. She started to break down. "And for that, they took my children from me. They never told me where they took them. They did it because they could and because I was weak. But they will never take your baby away from you. Do you know why? Because Tommy won't let them. Tommy will not let them walk all over us. Tommy has brought strength and power to this family. Cause he knows you have to be as bad as the above in order to survive. I'm telling you this because I want you to forgive him."

"How can I? My Freddie is rotting in jail because of him."

"Ada, Tommy had nothing to do with this. He didn't tell the police he was here, I swear." I said as I looked over at her. 

Aunt Polly looked over at me, unsure if she'd believe us. "There's something about today you need to know." Aunt Polly went on to tell Ada what was going on today. We had to break away from this conversation here in order to get to the family meeting. Everyone was inside when we got there. Tommy stood in the front of the room with his hands deep in his pockets. 

He looked around the room at all of us. "I've brought you all here today because this is the day that we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work. We've all known this day has been coming. I just haven't told anyone the date." He turned to look at the board behind him. 

"We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one. We'll get there at two. Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him to fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our John and his lovely new wife, Esme, the Lees are now our kin. So it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully."

"What about Kimber himself," John asked. 

"I'll deal with him. Any more questions?"

"Yes," Polly said as she walked towards the door. "Does anybody object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?" 

I smirked as I watched them confusedly look at each other. Polly opened the door, "come on." She whispered to Ada who was on the other side with Karl. "I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan." Ada walked through the door with Karl in her arms. Arthur started clapping when she walked toward the crowd. Everyone joined him. 

Tommy smiled as he watched them. 

"Welcome home, Ada." 

"We named him Karl. After Karl Marx."

"Karl Bloody Marx," Arthur joked as he walked towards them. "Let me get a look at him." "Here we go," John shouted. 

Arthur put his hat on Karl before holding him up. Everyone laughed. "Hey, look. He looks just like me."

"That's his ass that looks like you, Arthur." John joked. 

"He's all right. He's a Shelby." We all started to walk out of the room with him. 

We made our way to Garrison to have a few drinks. Well, the boys were going to drink. I preferred to stay sober for this. I had to watch out for Finn. Tommy seemed to be in a really good mood. He was even helping Grace pour drinks for everyone. 

"The next family meeting, I'll make sure you're there." 

"If I were family but I'm not."

"That could change."

"Tommy-"

"We'll talk about it more when I get back. Alright?"

"When will you be back?"

"Oh, is this how it's going to be? You waiting at home for me saying 'what time do you call this?'" He smiled at her as he chuckled. 

"The barrel needs changing." She walked to the back room. 

What the hell just happened? I thought they liked each other. He just told her he wanted to be with her. One of Tommy's friends, Jeremiah, walked into the pub. "Two vans are driving up Stratford Road. An old corporal of mine said he recognized some of the men. It's the Kimber boys, they're heading this way." My stomach turned as he stood there. 

None of this made sense. Someone betrayed us. Now, we were outnumbered. The Lees were on their way to the races. Tommy took off to tell Ada and Aunt Polly to get ready for anything. The phone in the pub rang. It was Aunt Pol. 

They had made the realization that Grace was working for the other side. She had been betraying us the entire time. Aunt Polly was going to deal with her. We had to get ready to fight Kimber and his boys. They were going to need everyone they could. Tommy walked up to us. 

"Alright men, you were mostly in the war so you know the battle plans always change and get fucked up. Well, here it is. Things have changed. We fight them here. Today. Alone. Now they're gonna come for the pub. They're gonna try and break us up for good. We'll have no help from the law today. That pub there is called the Garrison. Well, now it really is one. And it belongs to us, right?"

"Right!" All the men and Finn screamed.

"How many are there?" Arthur asked.

"Jeremiah says two Riley vans. I reckon we're outnumbered three to one."

"Fuck," I mumbled as I looked at the ground. 

"It's us, boys. It's us. The Small Heath Rifles. We haven't lost a fight yet, have we?"

"No!"

"All right. Jeremiah. I know you vowed to God to never pick up a weapon again. Can you ask him from me if you can help us today?"

"God says he doesn't deal with Small Heath, sir."

"Good man. Arthur, Scudboat. You'll take the flanks. Just like St. Marie."

"Curly, if any Shelby's die here today, you bury us side by side. Alright, we have about 10 minutes. Make your peace with whoever." I talked with John and Arthur for a few minutes. 

I headed into the pub to finish off our minutes with Tommy. He put his drink down on the counter to hug me. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I listened to his heartbeat as we stood there. "Tommy," I whispered. Tears started to prick my eyes. 

"If anything happens, I want you to know how good of a big brother you are."

"Don't get all sappy on me now."

"Whatever." I looked up at him with a smile. 

Finn bursted through the doors. "Tommy, they're here." Both of us headed outside. We made sure our guns were ready and loaded. The men came from the opposite end of the street. We were severely outnumbered. We started to walk toward each other. 

They all started to hold their weapons at us. They were showing us what they had. Once the groups got close enough to each other, they stopped. "All guns and no balls, right, Billy Boy," John shouted. It went quiet. "What do we do now? Just give the order," Arthur mumbled to Tommy. 

We were all waiting for something to happen. 

"It doesn't have to be like this Kimber."

"Too late for all that. You bit off more than you can chew, you little toe rag. And now I'm gonna take over this shit hole."

"Well...if we have to use guns, let's use proper guns." Danny and Freddie walked out of the garage next to us. 

Freddie looked like shit. He had a giant machine gun in his hand. "Sergeant Thorne reporting for duty, sir." Tommy looked back at Kimber. "You were saying something about being out-gunned?" Everyone held their guns up at each other. Well, everyone except for Tommy and Kimber. 

"Move," Ada's voice came from the back of Kimber's group. She pushed her way to the front. She was dressed in all black. She was pushing Karl in a buggy as she walked between us. Freddie shouted, 

"What are you doing?"

"I believe you men call this no man's land."

"Ada!"

"Shut up and listen."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I said shut up!" Kimber turned to look at his men. 

He was just as surprised as we were. "Now most of you were in France. I've got brothers, a sister, and a husband here, but you've all got somebody waiting for you. I'm wearing black in preparation. I want you to look at me. I want you all to look at me! Who'll be wearing black for you? Think about them. Think about them right now. And fight if you want to, but that baby ain't moving anywhere...and neither am I." No one said anything. 

Freddie and Ada stood there staring at each other. I didn't think this would end things this easily. I did like the effort though. "She's right, you know." Kimber looked around at all of his men then ours. "Why should all you men die? It should just be them who's caused it." 

A gunshot went off. I felt a pain rip through my right shoulder as I nearly flew onto my back. I fell to my knees as everything turned into a blur. I slowly reached up to touch where it hurt. My whole hand was red. It took me a minute to process what was going on. I was shot, Kimber shot me. 

Another gunshot went off. I looked up to see both Danny and Kimber laying on the ground. Tommy's voice echoed through the street. "Kimber and I fought this battle one-on-one. It's over. Go home to your families." After collecting Kimber's body, they left. 

Tommy ran to me, carrying me into the pub. My body was numb. Well, it was numb until they started to fish the bullet out. They sat me down on a table before stripping off my jacket and half of my shirt. "I'm so sorry," Tommy looked into his eyes. Jeramiah took the end of a spoon to the wound. They all surrounded me as I screamed and wiggled in agony. 

They all cheered me on. "Come on, An. You can take it." After a minute or 2, he got it out. "There. I still have the knack." He smiled as he put it in a glass. 

"Have a drink," Arthur handed me the bottle. I took a swig before handing it back to him. "Deep breath." Before I realized what was happening, he was pouring it on the wound. I screamed as he held me still. "It's done, it's done," he took a step back. I took a few deep breaths as they wrapped it up.

Aunt Polly and Ada came into the pub. Aunt Polly was not happy. We all gathered in the private room to say goodbye to Danny. His body lay on the table. The only one who was crying was Curly. The boys all kept their composure. 

John lowered his head.

"We can bury him properly. In the grave, we dug for him."

"Yeah. It's high on a hill. He'd like that." Tommy held up a bottle. "To Danny Whizz-bang. May we all die twice." They all passed the bottle around to say their goodbyes. "Come on, the day is ours. Let's celebrate." We all left the room.

The pub started to get crowded as our party started. I had to sneak out for a second to breathe. Tommy was actually standing out there. None of us said anything for a second. I asked, 

"Do you think he shot me to get to you?"

"He knew my biggest weakness."

"Biggest weakness and pain in the ass." He laughed as he lit his cigarette. 

I headed back to the pub to finish parting after standing there for a few minutes. Slowly everyone started to go home. The only ones left in the pub were Aunt Polly, John, Arthur, and me. John and Arthur were too drunk to go anywhere. They were passed out together in a booth. The door opened and Tommy walked in. He went to see Grace before she skipped town. 

He walked into the pub with his head hung low. 

"There he is."

"Tommy," John called out.

"Drink?" Polly offered.

"Not whiskey. If you check behind the bar you will find a bottle of champagne."

"The one she bought." Aunt Polly placed it on the table. 

"Today was a good day. All of Kimber's men were busy here. The Lee boys took all their pitches at the Worcester races. It couldn't have gone better even if we planned it. Shelby Brothers Limited is now the third-largest legal race track operation in the country." He started to walk over to John and Arthur. 

"Cheers," Arthur and John drunkenly cheered. "Only the Sabinis and the Solomons are bigger than us, boys. And all my family is here to celebrate." He popped open the bottle. 

"To Shelby Brothers Limited."

"Shelby!" Arthur cheered before groaning. 

Tommy put his head on the counter. I rubbed the back of his head. 

"There will be others." Aunt Polly soothed. 

"To others."

"To others." The 3 of us clinked our glasses. 

He walked out of the pub without another word.

#peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #anna shelby #shelby!sister #shelby!reader #thomas shelby #finn shelby #fanfic #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #john shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders #polly gray #bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold

[ackermanbitch]

i wanna write a bonnie gold x shelby sister read thing bc i

bc i love him 😔 he deserved so much better i cant even put it into words bros, aberama deserved to get revenge too i was so mad when he died

anyway

might write it, might not 👀

i need to write smth for pinky blenders tho, after i finish season 6

#peaky blinders #pb #bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold #aberama gold #peaky blinders s5 #peaky blinders x reader #shelby sister #shelby!sister

[zablife]

Weekend Reading

Looking for something to read this weekend? Here are some of my newer fics 📚 and some older ones that have been shown love recently ❤️. If you enjoy them, let me know with a reblog or a comment! Happy reading!

📚 Do You Even Miss Me? Tommy x reader

📚Part 4- As Long As I Live (completed series) Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) 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 that peace is shattered by his newfound political aspirations and the only way to protect her is to send her away again with the one person she cannot abide?

📚 Call #4- My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars (ongoing series) Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta) x Tommy Shelby

Luca and Aurora Changretta come to the UK to avenge the murder of Luca's brother and father. However, as their volatile marriage unravels, events take an unexpected turn.

❤️ Partners in Crime John Shelby x Y/N Solomons (Alfie's sister)

Their unique skill sets and their older brothers' greed have brought them together against their will. Can they learn to get along? Not a series, but an ongoing list of blurbs about an AU I can't stop thinking about where John and Alfie's sister are problematic besties.

❤️ A Handsome Stranger John x female reader

You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend.

❤️ Before Sunrise Tommy x female reader

One autumn evening, as you and Tommy cause mischief in the forest, you wander away until you find yourselves on the grounds of a grand estate. Too late to return to your family's camp, Tommy breaks a window to gain entry to the empty house and you spend a memorable night together.

❤️ Liar and a Thief Alfie x female reader

You borrow Alfie’s hoodie and he has a unique reaction.

❤️ The Fight Bonnie Gold x gf reader

After Bonnie loses his first fight, you’re worried he’s been seriously injured.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #john shelby fanfic #john shelby x reader #bonnie gold imagine #bonnie gold x reader #luca changretta fanfic

[pandoraslove]

One Last Time

Bonnie Gold x Shelby reader

Warnings: angst, comfort, death

Summary: y/n loses her lover, but her family will help her recover from it all. 

Being a Shelby had it’s perks, you were respected but you were also a target and so were everyone you associated yourself with. You were Finn Shelby’s twin sister, the youngest in the Shelby family. The gem that was protected at all cost. But in a little time of freedom you’d met him. you were both 20.

You’d almost completely lost yourself when he was gone. at first. As a Shelby, you needed to be strong and put on a facade. a mask. Bonnie Gold, also known as y/n Shelby’s lover was found dead with a bullet in his head. You didn’t know how to feel at first, but when you finally came to the conclusion that it was all real, everything came crashing down. 

It was an easy day at the shop and you were all just chatting away when the news came in. Bonnie Gold is dead. You didn't know what to do, you wanted to scream and cry and fight. fight the ache in your chest. you stared down at the floor as you listened to the details the man was giving, but you could only hear bits and pieces with the roaring in your head. 

“...he was alone...” “...shot in the head...” “...it was quick...” “...we know who did it...” Finn’s arm holding you was the only thing keeping you from falling. 

“Where is he?” You ask softly, but it was still heard. Just then two more men walked in holding Bonnie. They’d put a white blanket over him. John and Arthur cleared a table on which they put Bonnie on. You slowly walked to the table, tears streaming down your face. a piece of the fabric was covered in blood. His hand was out from under the blanket, you grabbed it and felt how cold he was. you blinked faster, your knees buckled. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it. sobbing for the man you loved. Everything in the room went away and the only thing you could see was his body covered in the white fabric. You climbed up on the table and laid on his chest one more time. One last time. 

Your sobs shook your entire body. The only thing anyone could do was watch in silence. There was an endless stream of tears falling down your face. Your arm wrapped around his torso, you felt Polly trying to get you to get away from his body but you shrugged her off. Thomas put a hand on her shoulder and let you stay in the position you were in until you fell asleep from your endless tears a while later.

Arthur picked up your frail body and they all walked to their home. You sniffled in your sleep and whined every once in a while. They’d laid you on the sofa and talked in the kitchen. 

“Will she be alright?” Finn asks softly. 

“She’ll just need time.” Ada says. 

“Just check in on her and talk to her. She needs us now more than ever.” Polly says. 

“Arthur looked helpless, felt helpless. John hated seeing his little sister so distraught, Tommy wanted to hold you how he used to when you were a baby. Finn could feel how hurt you were. Ada knew your pain and Polly knew you would get through this. she’d be there the entire way. they all would. 

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #bonnie gold #bonnie #finn shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly grey #ada thorne #sister shelby

[thosepeakyboysimagines]

*not my gif*

The Big Fight (Part 1)

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N

Warning: blood, language, a little bit of episode re-write

Summary: You were the youngest of the Shelby siblings and just recently got introduced to the business you brother has been doing since well, you could remember. You family allied with the Gold family, another gypsy tribe, that not many people liked, but you definitely had crush on Bonnie, but never made a move.

"Come on Y/N we're going to be late!" Your Aunt Polly yelled up the stairs to you. As you finished powdering your face, and squirted just a bit of perfume oil you, you stood from your chair, adjusted your dress. You and your family were stuck back in small heath after the Changretta family had come to England, to hunt your entire family down, but Tommy said we'd all be after together in Small Heath.

"I'm coming!" You yelled down to her, grabbing your purse before walking out of the door. It was the day for Bonnie Gold's fight, the fighter that came along with the alliance with Abraham Gold and his tribe. The moment you saw Bonnie, you had an instant crush on him. But, you knew you brothers would never let anything happen between the two of you.

"WOAH!" Lizzie said looking at you in the gold, sparkly dress that you had bought the day before for this event. Hopefully to catch Bonnie's attention.

"Aw, thanks Lizzie. It's not much." You said reaching the lower level.

"Does the gold have to do with Bonnie GOLD?" Ada, you older sister, said linking arms with you and began walking out of the house and to the car.

"Maybe." You said with a giggle and got into the car.

"She wants a fuck, Ada. Even if it's from a gypsy boy." Polly said from the front seat.

"POL!" You yelled at her and everyone laughed around you.

Arriving at the building the boxing match would be held in about 20 minutes later. One of the Peaky boys opened the door and helped you out. Walking passed the other Peaky boys who stood at the back door as body guards. Going in and into the the locker room where Tommy speaking to Abraham Gold and Bonnie Gold before the show started.

"Alright, well good luck Bonnie, we will be rooting for you. Do good." Thomas said then looking your way.

"Sorry Tom, girls and I just got here. Was just coming to wish Bonnie good luck before he went out." You said as you started to walk away.

"No, no, It's okay Y/N come. We were just finishing up." You brother said to you and you turned back around.

"Remember, not too long, not short." Tommy said before crossing the room passed you and out.

"I'll see you out there champ." Abraham said to his son before turning and bowing his hat to you and leaving.

"Hey Bonnie." You said walking to him.

"Hey Y/N, thanks for coming back here." He said taking off his shirt, and began wrapping his hands to be put into the gloves. Not being able to take your eyes off his muscular but scrawny body.

"Oh, it's not problem. Just wanted to wish you good luck out there tonight." You told him. Seeing him struggle a bit with wrapping his hands you put your purse down and took the wrap from his hand and began doing it for him.

"Oh, you don't have to. I'm a bit dirty, I don't want you getting that pretty dress all dirty." He said looking you up and down.

"Sweet, I've done this plenty of times, don't worry about me." You told him with a smile.

"Thank you." He said as he rested his other hand on his hip.

"Feeling nervous at all?" You asked as you cut the end of the wrap and tucking the ned piece in.

"No, I cant remember the last time I was nervous before a fight." He scoffed. You grabbed his other hand in yours and began wrapping that one.

"Beautiful dress by the way." He said stepping backhand taking the whole view in.

"Thank you. Had it made just for this night." You said as you rounded the end of the wrap and tucked it in again.

"Why gold?" He asked. You laughed just a bit and grabbed his gloves to push them on to his hands.

"Because you're Bonnie Gold." You said getting close to his ear then pecking a kiss to his lips. Thinking it was only going to be a peck, he pulled you back in to deepen the kiss.

"I'll see you out there champ." You said as you pulled away with a smile and turned to leave.

"Will I see your after?!" He yelled out.

"You're Bonnie Gold you can have whatever you'd like if you fight for it." You said turning to him and giving him a wink before walking out. You made your way down the hall and into the loud room that had the ring in the middle. Finding the rest of the girls sat on the opposite side you went to sit next to them.

"Where were you?" Ada asked.

"With Bonnie. Wanted to wish him good luck before his fight." You said with a grin before taking a drag of your cigarette.

"Ohhhh! Well hopefully it was good." She said practically yelling over the loud men around you.

"Ada, we didn't fuck." You said with a giggle.

"Mhm, sure." She said laughing along with you. Bonnie coming out after about 5 minutes walking passed you and the girls giving you a wink and after getting a pep talk from his father jumping unto the ring. Hitting gloves with Goliath, the fighter from Camden Town that Alfie brought here. You saw Arthur sat across form you on the other side of the ring sniffing cocaine from the back of his hand. You rolled your eyes and sat back in your seat.

"Come on Bonnie!" You yelled as Goliath got in him in the corner, but quickly got out of it. Seeing Tommy appear on the other side and sat next to Arthur. The round ending and Bonnie going to his corner to sit and talk to his father. They spoke Romani to each other, which you could understand because you grew u speaking it. Was Bonnie said he'd take it to the fourth round, you knew how this whole fight would go already because well, you knew it was a fixed fight. Bonnie could knock anything on its ass if he anted too. Bonnie turned to you with a smile, and his mouth guard in his mouth, before the next fight round began. He stood from his seat and they went back to it. Knowing this fight would be a long one you got up to go find the rest of the girls with Ada. Going to the bathroom you saw Polly, and Lizzie in there.

"Poll, this fight is fixed, isn't it?" Ada asked walking in. In you head you knew it was.

"Poor Gypsy boy's getting battered out there." She said before setting her bag down on the counter. You walk dot the mirror beside Lizzie grabbing the bottle of gin before leaning against it.

"Yeah, well we've all seen what the gypsy boy can do." You said before taking a swig.

"She's saying that because she wants to fuck him." Polly said still looking down into her pure.

"Just because I want to fuck hi, doesn't man what I'm saying isn't the truth." You said taking a swig on the gin.

"I knew it!" Polly said turning. You rolled your eyes and set the bottle back down.

" Anyways, you said you had some news?" Ada asked as she sat up on the counter.

"Lizzie has some news." Pol said turning to Ada with wide eyes.

"Polly." Lizzie said turned to look at Polly in a way that said she didn't want anyone to know her news.

"Well teller her. Now! While the men are screaming for blood." Polly said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Have a swig, you too, your going to need it." Polly said to Ada and you. Confused you grabbed the bottle and opened it and you it to your mouth.

"I'm up the duff." Lizzie let out and you slightly choking but kept the gin in tour mouth.

"And it's Tommy's." She turned to say. Now the gin leaving your mouth.

"I'm sorry." You said as you wiped your face.

"How far gone are you?" Ada asked as she scoffed at what Lizzie said.

"If I were going to London I'd be in Coventry." She explained.

"And are you carrying on past Coventry?" Ada asked.

" All the way to fucking Piccadilly Circus." She spoke with analogy's that she was carrying the baby all the ay and not getting rid of it.

"You found out whether she's having a boy or a girl, Poll?" You asked.

"No." She quickly said back.

"Go on then." Ada said. Polly taking a sip of the gin then walking to Lizzie and grabbing her right breast. You laughed out a bit waiting for Polly's answer.

"It's a girl." She said setting the bottle down. You smiled, because there hasn't been a girl born in awhile.

"Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie." Everyone smiled and engulfed Lizzie in a hug. The door opened behind you, and everyone looked over.

"Hey Linda." Polly said see her walk through the door.

"Welcome to the extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby Ladies club." Poll said as you all stood in a line and let out laughs.

"Is there spit on my back?" Linda asked turning to look in the mirror.

"There were men out there spitting. Its fucking disgusting." She said with a disgusted look win her face and taking her fur off to set it on the counter.

"No, there's no spit in your back." Poll said walking tot he other side again. You turned to the mirror and fix our hair, and make up. You thought about Bonnie, and how it was be to be underneath him. Oh, what a dream it would be for you. In a carriage that's ran by horse, not an engine like a true Gypsy.

"Well since your here, and your almost family. Lizzie's got some news." Polly said as Lind went to sniff cocaine into her nose which was weird seeing from the good two shoes.

"I'm pregnant." Lizzie said holding her head high and looking into the mirror in front of her.

"Oh? And who's the father, have you managed to narrow it down?" Linda asked, slightly annoying you.

" Yes, it's Tommy's." Lizzie told her with not so much happiness in her voice.

"Congratulations. You've won the raffle at last." Linda said with a laugh.

"Yeah. She's a real Shelby lady now, Linda. Just like you." Polly said wiping some of the cocaine off her nose.

"Right, ladies, let's rejoin our gentleman." Polly said you grabbed your fur and walked to Linda.

"And remember Linda, if they spit, just spit back." You said with a smile as you walked away and out the door. Walking back to your seat, you saw Bonnie pretty bloody now. Causing you to worry a bit.

"Abraham!" You yelled over to his father. His father walking to you still keeping an eye on Bonnie.

"is he okay?" You asked.

"I sure hope so." He said still looking at Bonnie. The bell sounded and Abraham went over to the corner. As they talked you saw darkness come over Bonnie's eyes. It beeing the forth round you knew he was geared up more than ever now. You got up and ran over to where he sat.

"You got this Bonnie. I'll be waiting once you beat this guy." You said with a smile to him and running back to your seat. You made eye contact with Tommy across the ring. He gave you a look of what the hell was going on. You rolled your eyes at him and went back as the match started.

"Come on Bonnie!" All the girls yelled as he ran around the ring. One of the men that was on Goliaths side you saw Arthur get up to follow. You looked at Tommy with an expression asking what's going on. He just rolled his eyes and went back to the fight. You sat back and watch the fight ignoring whatever was going on over there. Goliat getting a few good hit on Bonnie, and Bonnie falling to the ground.

"Bonnie!" You yelled along side his father who look at him in the ring. You looked at Abraham for confirmation he was okay. Abraham turning to you with a smile of confirmation. Taking a deep breathe you went back and watched the fight. You saw Tommy stand as the other man from Goliath's side left and followed him. You didn't know what was happening but you kind of knew it wasn't good. But, you had tasty out of it and let your brothers handle it. Bonnie now pushed up against the roped in front of you, you watched as he put on a show for everyone and ket his opponent fumble him.

"Where are Tommy and Arthur?" Polly leaned over to ask you.

"I don't know. I saw them walk towards the locker room, but I'm not sure." You yelled over the me to her. Bonnie now had Goliath up against the ropes you stood.

"Come on Bonnie!" You yelled. Polly stood to walk towards the locker rooms. Very confused as to what was going on now, you were sure they'd come back and tell you so you kept where you sat and just cheered on Bonnie as he was finishing the fight and knocking Goliath on his back. You stood and cheered as Bonnie stood on the ropes motioning you to get up there. You smiled as you ran over to the ring and stood on your tip toes. Bonnie came over and took his mouth guard out, his face bloodied, but still look your face to his and kissed him. You smiled as his dad pulled him to lift him up in celebration. You sat back in your seat and just watched as they celebrated, and you did along side the rest. But all of a sudden you saw Tommy talking to Lizzie, who's face just dropped. You began walking to Tommy.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Arthur." Was all he said. Looking at him confused.

"He's dead." He finished his sentence. Sadness just over coming your body and falling into the open seat next to you. You began to cry as all the men cheered around you. Tommy pushed through the crowd and jumped into the ring holding his gun in the air and letting two shots out.

"Close the doors!" He yelled as everyone ducked.

"No one fucking leaves!" He said lowering his gun to point around the room. Letting another 3 shots ring out into the ceiling.

"My brother is dead. YOU HEAR ME!!" He screamed out scanning the room while pointing his gun.

"MY BROTHER IS DEAD!" He yelled out dropping his hand and pacing around the ring and then settled int he middle leaning down and covering his eyes. You saw bonnie drop down from the ring and engulf you into his side in comfort. Charlie got into the ring to disarm Tommy. He fought back but eventually gave in and hung onto Charlie.

This will be a short series, I just didn't want to make this one super long, so I'm going to make at least a second part, maybe a 3rd and see where it brings me!

#Bonnie Gold #Jack Rowan #bonnie gold x y/n #peaky blinders #imagine #imagines

[zodiyack]

Okay so obviously growing up around the Shelbys you’re gonna hear some swearing, could you imagine saying one and not knowing that it’s bad and her getting upset when she finds out it’s bad 🥺

My heart- 🥺🥺🥺

Imagine under the cut-

Elizabeth finds herself in a...well, to put it blatantly, shitty situation after repeating a few words she’d heard around the house. Ada, Y/n, and Polly made it a point that the brothers were not to swear around the children, though they too sometimes had to remind themselves to clean their mouths, yet, the rule had gone ignored an unfortunate many of times. However, had the men knew what their ignorance would cause, they probably would’ve been more careful.

The things she heard were as little as John or Arthur asking for a drink rather impolitely; “can I get a fookin’ drink around here?” “where’s the bloody alcohol for fuck’s sake!?” and etcetera, to things as big as one of Tommy or the other guys’ fits. The swear words were sure to be terrible, having been spewed from the Shelby boys’ mouths during their fits of anger, which were enough to make even the strongest of men scurry off with his tail between his legs.

Again, with the unluckiness of the swearing problem, this “shitty situation” Elizabeth was in happened to be directly after one of her uncles lost his shit in the Garrison, screaming for “those fuckers” to leave, flipping a table and breaking a few many glasses in the process.

“Why the fuck doesn’t anyone fucking listen to me?!!?” Thomas’ face was practically as red as a tomato. His chest heaved with anger, brows furrowed tightly.

Though his anger scared off a great few of the guests in the pub, it wasn’t enough to scare his niece who now stood by him, an empathetic look sprawled across her face.

She grabbed his hand lightly, causing his demeanor to relax slightly and his brows to unknit. He looked down at her to show her that she had his attention. “I’m sorry, uncle Tommy. Perhaps those fuckers didn’t have a mummy to teach them their fuckin’ manners.”

He looked back up toward the door, nodding. “Perhaps.”

Although Tommy didn’t correct her on the impoliteness of her own words, Arthur had quite the reaction. His drink caught in his throat and his eyes bulged. After receiving help from John, a few pats on the back to release the alcohol he was choking on, he used the sternest voice he could muster.

“That is not a good word, Ellie. We don’t say things like that unless we’re grown ups, like mummy and your uncles.”

It visibly took her a few minutes to process his scolding, but the second it clicked was hard to miss. Her eyes began to tear up and her once smiling face formed into the saddest expression Arthur had ever seen on a person. Even John felt the need to comfort his little niece.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You didn’t know!” John knelt beside her. She suddenly leaned into him, clinging to the lapels of his coat, and crying into his shoulder. “We won’t tell your mummy, it’ll be our little secret.”

Apparently secrets were just as bad as swearing in her book, because she immediately pulled away and buried her face into Tommy’s leg after wrapping her arms around it. Tommy sent John a questioning glance before leaning down and picking up Elizabeth, resting her on his hip and holding her head as she reburied her face into another shoulder.

He didn’t say anything, merely holding the little girl and glaring at anyone who looked at the scene longer than they should’ve. As he scowled at the bystanders, he had but one thought of their ill-mannered gawking; Elizabeth was right. Maybe their mothers should’ve taught them some fucking manners.

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[murswrites]

Heart of Gold ⎯ Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x  Shelby!Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,760 Warnings: Cursing, fluff, over protective!tom, insecurities SUMMARY: You two fought hard for your first date and Bonnie made sure to go all out for you.

A/N I’ve been writing this since March and it’s hardly 2k words... wTF But enjoy this shitshow of fluff and angry brothers :D

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, wondering if the lipstick too much. But you feel like you should spice it up since it’s your first real date. The first real date with Bonnie Gold, it has taken weeks for Tommy to even let you see Bonnie. Once Tom found out Bonnie had taken a liking to you, Thomas no longer liked him.

To speak lightly, Tommy threatened Bonnie. Said that if Bonnie so much as looked in your direction, he’d kick Bonnie out of the Peaky Blinders. You listened… in a sense. Tommy didn’t say anything to you about staying away from Bonnie Gold. So, in typical Shelby fashion, you rebelled. Confided in John and he helped you meet with your boy crush at his country house.

Esme found it entertaining, watching you two babysit the kids in return for secrecy. Seven children were a handful, but it turned out that Bonnie was a natural. Claiming to have taken care of a lot of kids whenever his extended family would camp with him and his father. 

Sure enough, the playful bliss didn’t last too long. Tom found out when he took an ‘unexpected’ visit. You still think that Tommy got John to admit it, that he was allowing this relationship to grow into more than a crush. It was terrifying really, to watch Tom blow up in such a strange way. He was calm the entire time, that is, until Bonnie was out of ear shot. Then he screamed at you for defying him.

Once again, in Shelby fashion, you yelled back just as– if not more –ferociously. It wasn’t new, fighting Tom. But it still took a lot out of you. You were exhausted after the screaming match, he calmly ordered you to get in the car before he drove you to his house. The words he shouted have continued to ring in your ears ever since that day, “As long as you live under my fucking roof, you’re going to fucking listen to what I say! And I say, stay the fuck away from Bonnie Gold!” 

—

Your jaw tenses as you recall the heated argument, since then, you’ve been fighting to be with Bonnie. Maybe it’s because you can’t have him that you want him so badly… a knock sounds on your door, breaking you from your thoughts, “Come in!” Your voice surely carries through the air and past the small wooden door. To make things less awkward, you decided to stay at the old house in Small Heath.

Not even wanting to have a run-in with Thomas, your angry father-like, brooding brother. In the mirror, you watch as the devil himself walks in… “What’re you doin’ here, Tom?” You pick at the thread that has come loose on your coat. Tom closes the door before sitting in the chair that rests in the corner of the small room. Turning around slowly, you sit on the corner of your bed, not meeting his gaze.

“I’ve come to tell you that…” The tone of his voice brings you to finally look at him, Tom looks strange. You’ve always been able to know when something was off just by the way someone’s eyes looked and right now, Tom’s eyes won’t even look at you. His jaw twitches and your eyes narrow, “That… that I’m…” Tom scratches the side of his head and sighs. “I’m fucking sorry.” 

The laugh that escapes your lips wasn’t exactly your fault, it was purely instinctual. It feels odd, hearing a man who doesn’t have the word sorry in his vocabulary apologize to you. “You’re…” Another giggle escapes your lips, “sorry?” You bring your hands up to your cheeks, relishing in the feeling of Tom apologizing for the first goddamn time in his life. “How odd, it seems your head has finally screwed itself on straight… only took you a fucking month and a half.” 

Tom rolls his eyes before peeling them off the floor, “I told Bonnie he was allowed to see you again.” He clears his throat, “Without any Peaky Protection, that is.” You feel your jaw go slack.

How dare he spy on you? “What the hell Tommy?! You sent your dogs to spy on me?”

“They aren’t dogs–” He interjects, but you don’t let him continue.

“I don’t care, you invaded my privacy!” You stand up to give yourself more power and Tom just shakes his head. “All my life, you fucks have just invaded and invaded. Over and over again, but no one stopped to think how it made me feel. It’s not fucking fair, Tom. You let Finn run about like a headless chicken, but if I so much as reach for a fag you practically cut off me hand!” You know you’re being dramatic, but it’s true.

Anytime you try to do anything that isn’t ‘ladylike’ or ‘age-appropriate’, someone scolds you. It’s typically Tom, because he’s apparently ‘worried’ about you being tainted. You both know you were tainted the day you came out of your mum’s womb. “I meant what I said.”

“Did Pol make you come and apologize?” You cross your arms across your chest and raise your chin at Tom arrogantly. 

Tom brings his hand up to his forehead, clearly tired of you sassing him. “No, she didn’t. Now,” He stands up, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes, “I was going to let you in on a secret. But I suppose you’ll appreciate the sentiment of a surprise… you fucking kids these days.” You watch as he steps out of your room, “You might want to hurry up, your boy toy is waiting.” The smirk on Tom’s face makes you want to rub it off with a mudpie. 

“He isn’t my boy toy, Tommy. And you know I hate surprises!” You call after him. Tommy closes the door in your face and you huff loudly. You plop down onto your bed for a moment before what Tom said settles into your mind, “Oh my god, he’s waiting for me!”

—

Bonnie led you away from your home and toward Charlie’s Yard, “Bon, where are we going?” He looked back at you with the cutest but shyest smile you’ve ever seen. Bonnie held your hand in his as he led the way but didn’t answer.

Tom’s words replayed in your head, a surprise… but what kind? Charlie’s Yard isn’t the best place for a proper first date. But at this point, with Bonnie? Anything could happen. He’s the most creative young man you’ve met and works his arse off for you (despite you telling him to take it easy all of the time).

“Patience, ves’tacha.” The shy look in his pretty brown eyes made your heart skip a beat. “It’s a virtue you know?”

“Oh, I don’t have, Bon,” He nodded in agreement, knowing damn well you and your whole family sucked at practicing patience. “I’m a Shelby no matter how much I’d like to not be,” Your eyes met that of a decorated carriage, flowers were woven through the metal bars and the horses were yours and Bon’s. A smile grew on your face immediately and you couldn’t help the surge of happiness that bloomed within your heart. “You did this for me?”

Bon’s cheeks turned a pretty red, matching the red roses that littered the metalwork of the carriage. “Of course,” You hugged Bonnie with all of your might and pressed light kisses against his neck, thanking him under your breath. When you parted, Bonnie was still blushing brightly, “Anything for you, Amirah/N.”

It wasn’t hard for your heart to swell with love as you cradled his cheek, “You’ve got a heart of gold, Bon. The sweetest one out of anyone in this shithole.” It didn’t seem possible, but Bonnie’s blush deepened at your words. You caught your lip between your teeth as another grin broke free, “Where are we going?!”

"It’s a surprise, Y/N.”

“I hate surprises!” You argued.

Bonnie shook his head, “Not when they’re with me.”

Your nose crinkled in confusion at Bon’s sudden boldness, but you rolled your eyes because he was right. “You know me too well,”

—

The field was empty minus the tree you two sat under. The shade proved to be needed as the air slowly heated up toward uncomfortable temperatures. “I can’t believe you did all this for me, Bon. It’s only our first date and I don’t want this to end.” You could see the smile behind Bon’s cup of water as he drank it all.

“I want you to know that I’m no less than those city boys is all.”

Your eyebrows drew downward on your forehead, Bonnie’s words made not a lick of sense. “Why would I ever think you’re less than those arseholes?” Bon’s eyes would meet yours so you grabbed his chin lightly, “Bonnie, you’re the best in ever sense of the word. The best friend, the best boyfriend, the best boxer, the best babysitter, the best lover, everything. Your heart is so open and loving despite what you’ve seen and yet you doubt that? What have I done to not make you think that you’re better than anyone I’ve ever been with?”

His eyes seemed to shine at your words but your pained expression didn’t dissipate yet. “Nothing, dove, it’s just me being worried you’re going to leave me.”

“I could never leave you, Bonnie Gold. Who else would willingly watch my nieces and nephews with me just so we could spend time together? None of those blokes from the city, that’s for sure. Those arseholes are looking for a fuck not love!” You moved your hand to run over his cheek once more, “You’ll always be the best I’ve ever had. Even if you leave me. I know that for sure.”

Bonnie shook his head and grabbed your wrist, he placed a kiss on your palm. “I’d never leave you, Ms. Shelby. I fought too hard to get ya.”

“That heart of yours is going to get you in trouble, Mr. Gold.”

“Oh I know that,” A cheeky grin grew on his pretty face.

"Is that so?”

He nodded, “Why else was I threatened by three Shelby men? For loving you, of course!”

You gasped loudly, “Take it back!”

Bonnie’s expression grew serious as he pushed the basket of food out of the way and leaned toward you with dark eyes. “Never,” He kissed you deeper than he ever did before and it left you reeling and dizzy.

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[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.

/////

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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How the Peaky boys react when you tell them you don’t want children (and they do) -> headcannon📽️🎞️

Tommy🪖

🪖He almost thought he hadn’t heard you. He was driving you both back from a family event in which his nieces and nephews had attended, momentarily leaving you throughout the evening to bond with the young children and get you accustomed to the toddler-side of motherhood, subconsciously assuming that you winked be pregnant with your first by the beginning of autumn this year.

🪖“So, did you enjoy spending time with the children this evening?” He asked, flicking the dead bluntness of his cigarette out of the window, satisfied with the nicotine intake he had received. “Yes they’re lovely, parents must have their hands full.” You say, agreeing with his comments on their admirability.

🪖He put his hand quite far up your thigh and smirked, taking his eyes away from the dirt road momentarily. “When would y’ like to start trying for one of us own?” He asked, expecting excitable gasps but all he could hear was a deafeningly tense silence as you almost wordlessly rejected his question.

🪖“Well?” He creased his brows. You looked away and out of the passenger reader “I hadn’t put much thought into it.” You speak small and quiet, presumably nervous to hear his response. “Well we can start trying as soon as we get home, how’s that sound?” He suggested, lightly tapping your thigh to which you squirmed in the leather seat uncomfortably. “Tommy I don’t think I want children.” The car was suddenly lurched sideways and you were grateful the road was private so your husband was unable to cause a crash. “You what?” He asked, car now stationary and his body turned towards you; understandably dominating the situation.

🪖“I don’t want to be a mother.” You say again, voice a bit more quiet this time but still trying to maintain your confidence in your decision. Tommy examined your face to try find some humour, that you were joking with him. “What do you mean you don’t want to be a mother?” “Well Ada gave me her child and I just didn’t want to hold it” “her” he corrects. “Her. I don’t have any maternal instincts I felt nothing, no admiration, no desire, no want. All I wanted was for Ada to take her baby away.” You tell him, spinning the wedding ring on your finger and biting your lips nervously. “No one knows what to do, no one knows how to handle children” he says, assuming you’re just scared “it’s normal to be scared or apprehensive. Heard that’s just a part of parenthood” he restarted the engine.

🪖“Thomas-” “we’re trying for our child when we get home and that’s final.”

Alfie🧸

🧸You owned a bakery; where you and Alfie had met - he’d walked in off the street one day and surprisingly, you must’ve been the only person in Camden not to recognise him. You’d simply greeted him with a large grin, excited to get a customer while he chatted with you and admired the adrenaline fuelled step as you dashed around your little shop - enjoying the appearance of your youth, definitely him being notable few years your senior. He’d ordered some treats, you even had some treats to offer Cyril who you’d asked wait outside for hygiene reasons. “This, yeah, this thing love, it’s bloody lovely it is… hands of an angel you have” he’d charmed, praising your baking abilities as he enjoyed your bakes. Admiring the blush on your cheeks as he serenaded you with words.

🧸He’d left that day leaving you with a sum heftier than the goods had actually been valued at and promised to return. And return he did, every day without fail at 10 in the morning to treat himself and his pup, offering reiteratively to teach you to make some Jewish deserts as the religious population in London was growing. Until the day you’d agreed, both in the back while you were simultaneously running out to greet customers and back to Alfie. You were kneading dough when you heard the bell chime “you’ve really gotta get your fingers in love, yeah, I’ll show you yeah” and he’d towered over you from behind you guide your hands through the mixture. Then a baby’s cry. “I’ll be back.” You say, hurrying out to greet your guest.

🧸A woman stood with a newborn in pram, looking over your selection. The baby wailed. “Can I help you lovely?” You asked with a gentle smile, not noticing Alfie leant against the doorway behind you, sleeves rolled up and caked in flour as he watched you engage with the customer. “Yes, I’d like-” the baby cried louder “erm” she was evidently frantic, opting to pick the baby up and try to sooth him.

🧸“Oh im sorry i cant think straight.” She apologised, cringing at the noise from the baby. You inhaled, not believing what you were about to do. “How about you pick something, and eat it in and I’ll hold him for you to give you a rest.” You suggested and he nodded almost too quickly. Choosing a dessert and you swapped the sweet treat for money and the babe.

🧸You bounced the young child on your hip as he cooed, enamoured by the new face and was now too distracted to cry. The mother relaxed into a chair in front of the counter and savoured the moment of peace, eventually taking the sleeping boy back and leaving incredibly grateful, Alfie almost unable to contain his love protruding from his chest as you turned back around to continue baking. “Back to work” you joked, walking past him to continue on the dough.

🧸“You’d be a great mummy, y’know sweetness?” He muttered, suggestively. You huffed slightly. “Perhaps” your lips pursed and he stopped you kneading. “What’s ’perhaps’ mean, poppet?” He asked you. “Well I just don’t think I want to be a mum.” The man laughed, assuming you were joking. “What do you mean you don’t want to be a mum? I’m getting old now treacle, I’ve not much time left to have little ones and I’d want them to be yours.” He said, holding your hands in his as you refuse to meet his pleading eyes. “Maybe. Not yet.” You mumble, trying to return to work.

Arthur🍺

🍺Arthur had Finn on his shoulders, drunk off his head as he happily paraded his young brother around the Garrison as the party of success roared, Arthur having one too many to drink and now easily excitable.

🍺Finn was happily playing along, bouncing on his brother’s shoulders and clapping to the music drowning out in the background, enjoying the attention he was receiving from the majority of the pub’s inhabitants. Arthur saw you watching the ordeal, bounding over to you to plant a smiley kiss on your lips and you reach up to ruffle Finn’s hair, hidden under your husband’s cap.

🍺“Could have one just like this, what d’ya say love?” He asks, grinning ear to ear but expression faltering when he saw the distaste written all over your own face. He gently took Finn off his shoulders who ran over to John, who processed to spin the body around - scolded by his own wife for nearly pulling the undeveloped youth’s arms off his body.

🍺“Our own little one?” Arthur suggests. You shake your head, small smile. “Not when you keep coming home in a state like this.” You say and his face drops entirely now, sobering up enough to understand the ultimatum you were offering him.

🍺“I will not have children when you come home every day too drunk to think. I will not let our child see his mother carry his father up the stairs because he forgot how to use his own two legs.” You say, pecking your husband’s cheek and offering a disappointed smile before you wondered off to find Polly.

🍺Arthur pondered your words for a moment, before pulling you and grabbing you back towards him, falling to his knees as he promised for stay sober, to get off the drink, he just wanted you to bear him a child.

John🥃

🥃You and John had just gotten married, a marriage you were both unaware of until you were knelt at the alter but still - the two of you had just gotten married and the wedding bells were playing. Neither of you could say you were annoyed with the outcome of this arrangement, neither finding the other unattractive and prepared to attempt to progress in this diversion of your lives.

🥃The reception was a grand festivity, dancing, drinking, celebrating and toasting to the pact and ceasefire between two rivalling families with conflicts decades old. You and John had your dance, him whispering sweet nothings into your ears as if he’d known you all him life and you’d just giggled and blushed and required his advanced with a giddy look upon your faces - like two teenagers in love.

🥃As the evening died down and you’d been escorted to your shared accommodation to last you the night, you finally had a moment of peace and clarity to be able to come to terms with the events of the day, after all, a mere 24 hours ago you were a single maiden merely dreaming of your eventual wedding to a man you’d become enamoured with someday, not a gangster peace pact, but there you stood; having assistance unzipping your dress from your husband John Shelby.

🥃He kissed along your shoulders, to your neck, spinning you around to eventually kiss your lips and continue to consummate your marriage. “How many kids you thinkin’ the ? Five? Ten?” He asked as you lay naked in his arms, a hand drawing gentle cyphers into your skin. “None.” You whisper and his drawings halt and he pulls away from you slightly to be able to look right at you. “That’s not gonna work w’me love. Wanna be dad.” He said, studying the expression on your face. “It’s not that I don’t want to be a mum,” you say - averting his gaze but he caught your chin and drew you back to be unable to look anywhere but him. “But,” he encouraged you to continue. “But my grandmother died in childbirth, as did my own mother. And my sister is coming to the end of her pregnancy and it isn’t looking positive for her either. I don’t want to leave my children without their mummy and my husband without a wife.” You almost whisper, voice cracking as tears gathered in your eyes. John drew you in to offer you a tight and reassuring embrace. “Is it hereditary?” He asked after a while and felt your head shake against his bare torso. “I don’t know. Either genetic or just bad treatment.” You stay in silence for a moment.

🥃“But I’d be willing to try if being a dad means that much to you.” You say, peering up to your new husband whose eyes soften at the admittance. “Well I’ll tell you what, if it was bad treatment no woman of mine would lift a finger while pregnant. You’d stay in bed and I’d cater to your every need, carry you to wherever you need to go. Pay for the best doctor and the best hospital to make sure my woman and my child both leave the hospital alive and well.” He leant his forehead against yours. “I’ll take good care of you if you let me.”

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie always wanted to be a father. Be a dad. Raise his children the true gypsy way with his wife by his side - let them in the audience when they’re old enough to appreciate his fights, falsely tussle with them and let them win as he begged them for mercy and heard their victorious giggled. Oh he couldn’t wait for the day you’d bear his umpteenth child. That day couldn’t come soon enough.

🥊And when he joined the Blinders, he’d fallen head over heels for the young florist who worked tirelessly across the road from the Garrison, carrying Arthur home as Harry locked up shop and he’d still see you working on a bouquet you’d needed for a client the following day. He admired your work ethic and the old fashioned part of him couldn’t help but imagine you working as furiously in a kitchen while you tickled your children for interrupting your cleaning. You’d make a fine wife in his eyes.

🥊And against no wish of his own, one day Isaiah had forced the young lad into the shop with a laugh and you’d peered up at him form over the counted, cutting the final stem off of the roses you were working on before asking how you could be of assistance and you’d be lying if your breath hadn’t caught in your own throat, also - seeing him to-ing and fro-ing from the Garrison with the rest of those Blinder lads and finding his look rather endearing.

🥊“How can I help you?” You asked with a stressed but gentle expression on your face. “How much do you make an hour?” He asked. “I beg your pardon?” You retort, eyebrows creasing at the nerve of the man and you began to question whether your initial judgement was correct.

🥊“Sorry, no, I meant how much would it cost me to steal you for a few hours for a date without you loosing profit?”

🥊And the rest was history.

🥊He’d taken you to his fights, to restaurants, to his home with the travellers, even to a couple of family meetings as you’d already been acquainted with the Shelby men buying apology flowers for their spouses for coming home battered and bruised with no contact for a few days.

🥊It was a Tuesday, business was slow but you still had a few orders to finish and being not-bust himself, Bonnie was there to offer a helping hand to his lady. The door chimed but you couldn’t see anyone, confused; you leant over the counter to see a young boy, no older than seven stood there. “Please may I have a flower for my mummy? She’s very sad.” The boy pouted. You hummed. “What flower would you like to give your mummy?” The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out two coins, a button and some lint “whatever flower this may get me, if you please miss.” You nod and hand the boy a small bouquet of daisies with a bow to hold them together. The lad grinned and thanked you, offering you his pocket change and you shook your head. “All you owe me is your mummy a smile.” You say and he promises, running back out of the shop.

🥊Bonnie came up and hugged you from behind, leaving a long kiss on your cheek. “You’re awfully good with children, darling girl” he compliments and you scoff. “Yeah sure.” You roll your eyes and go back to your previous activity. And Bonnie’s dream world came crashing down around him as he realised your intentions.

🥊“What? Don’t want little ones?” He asked, keying as to why you’d be unable to offer him an heir. “No because I can’t deal with sick, I can’t deal with whining, I can’t deal with crying and I can’t even take care of myself for crying out pigs. How do I take care of a child?” You shake you head, as if the man was daft.

🥊“But with our child, it would be different.” He says and you look up at him noting the sincerity and desperation in his look. “Maybe when we’re married or something.” You disregard. He shakes his head. “Why not now?” “I have a flourishing business and I’m not just leaving it all to be a wife and mother and traveller.” You say, inhaling sharply and he frowns. You will come around eventually. He bargains with himself mentally.

Isaiah♟️

♟️You and Isaiah were upstairs in the Shelby household, getting a few moments of blissfulness together before the rest of your family returned. Especially your twin Finn, who was still unknowing about the blossoming relationship between you and Isaiah.

♟️Isaiah was kissing all up your body, a starved man delving hungrily at his first meal in weeks, leaving piercing bite-sized bruises in places for his eyes only. Places he’d see when he’d draw you a bath after you’d finished doing the Devil’s bidding in your frequenting sinful tango.

♟️The boy thrust into you at a desperate pace, eager to fuck you out in a matter of minutes and prove just how desperate you could be for him, just how quickly he could make you cum under the pressure from his cock and his thumb rubbing quick circles around your clit, mouth silenced by his own as he kissed you passionately.

♟️He pulled back, clawing his fingers into your hips as though you were trying to get away from him - but if anything you were trying to get closer, go reach that release you so desperately craved. “Going to fuck my baby into you. Fill you full with my child.” He promised, thrusting deep and skilfully. You shook your head. “No Isaiah.” His pace didn’t falter but he looked up at you, grabbing your jaw and squeezing your cheeks as if fucking you dumb. “No?” “No.” You say between smushed cheeks. “Don’t want no kids.”he chuckled. “Too late.” And he continued working on his promise, and you were too high on pleasure to argue any further but when he came inside you it seemed all to real, his hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you came all over him and him inside you.

♟️“Isaiah I don’t want children.” You say in tears, trying to catch your breath but his weight on top of you was too much and he was still buried too deep, desperate not to waste a drop.

♟️“You’ll bare my children whether you like it or not, doll.” He says, stroking your cheek. “Then they’ll have to let me marry you, won’t they?”

Michael🎱

🎱Michael loved parading his fiancée. He’d proposed in a place so public, so romantic, so endearing… how could you ever say no to your charming Michael?” The rock on your finger was substantial despite the promise you’d made him make to not waste his money on some piece of jewellery, but he’d argued that piece of jewellery showed what was his so he’d have to make his as obvious as possible.

🎱And one afternoon he’d found himself free from any Blinder work, able to take you out and dined you at the finest afternoon tea he could find, drinking as his hand lay comfortably on your thighs as you engaged in wholesome chatter about your future together. Discussing a home in the country, him leaving the family business or at least doing the work needed to be done in the green hills of the Peak District.

🎱“-and you’ll make a lovely mother-” he continued but you stopped him “wait, mother?” You cut him off and he nods, nearly confused. “Well yes. Once we get married you’ll leave your job and I’ll lay for that pretty little house you want and you’ll cook and clean and you’ll bare my children.” He instructed, as if reeling off some old fashioned fairytale his adoptive mother had told him of as a child.

🎱“Michael I don’t want to be a mother.” You say, nearly afraid of him. “Well we can start small. Have one and then we can decide how many more we want from there.” “And if I don’t want more” “then we’ll settle with a son. Raise him.” “And what if it’s a daughter?” You ask. “See.” He grits his teeth. “Already thinkjng about gender. You obviously care. You’re just scared.” “Michael-” “you are my woman. You will bare my children and do your duty as a lady. End of discussion.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️Finn was head over heels in love with you since you’d started working at the Garrison that one evening in late June. Harry had hired you after you’d lied about your age, and at this point you’d guessed he’d figured it out by now: he was a smart man, but you’d ran away from home and this job was the only form of income or stability you had supporting you and this crumbing life you were trying to withhold. Well, that and Finn’s arm constantly around your waist - ignoring your numerous rejections until eventually managing a date with you.

🎞️The young Shelby smirked at you from across the room, enjoying the sight of you limping around the bar - sore from last night antics. You were staying with the Shelby family, in Finn’s room, where he was determined to take your virginity and bed you in some dark, twisted fantasy. Pump you with his heir so you couldn’t deny him once more, plus the thought of you plump with a child was mouthwatering and he couldn’t wait to see it.

🎞️You’d started the evening quickly, desperate to rip each other’s garments of and clothes pray after you’d sinned to the devil, advocating for his anti-christian tango as Finn fucked you fast into the sheets. You’d done it iteratively, falling asleep only to be woken up by the boy kissing down your back only to lazily thrust into you again with tired eyes. He’d done it three or four times, until the morning when you’d woken up, his cock still buried deep in your velvety walls, a mixture of both of yours productions pooling onto his bed as he tried to act as a cork to not waste a drop of his productivities.

🎞️So he thoroughly enjoyed the sight, and the falsely-annoyed side glances you’d shoot his way when you were presented with the opportunity.

🎞️It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see new faces in the garrison, well they came every day; whether they be travellers passing through Birmingham or illegal businessmen there to drink and tussle before being thrown out. It was a nightly occurrence. And you expected nothing less this evening.

🎞️It was eight o’clock in the evening on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffling in other than the Shelby family who had already been seated an hour prior. “What’re you drinking?” An unidentifiable voice asked and you spun go see a man you didn’t recognise, age substantially your senior as he grinned rotted teeth at you.

🎞️“I’m not drinking. I’m serving, however may I offer you Shelby Gin?” You offer, trying to be polite. “I’ll take whatever you’d recommend. I’ll have you if you’re on the menu.” You grimace and poor him a glass, attempting to move on with your shift, unbeknownst to your dance partner seething with rage at the conversation and seeing red fury at a man trying to converse with a Shelby reserved girl.

🎞️He’d asked for a refill, and when you were topping up his drink, he’d reached across the bar to grab your bosom. And before you’d managed to fathom the situation, Finn had lurched across the room and tackled the man, who was laying on the floor clutching his bloodied, broken nose adjacent to Finn who’s knuckles were bruised and dirtied. “How dare you fucking touch her? Touch my pregnant missus? I’ll fuckin’ kill you, y’piece of shit.” And after a few more rough punches and kicks the man was kicked out into the blistering cold of a harsh Birmingham winter, Finn rounding the bar to hug you and calm down slightly.

🎞️Soon everyone was congratulating your pregnancy and asking when the wedding was and after a while you’d managed to pull Finn to the side and question these praises “why did you say I was pregnant? I’m not. And even if I was you know my views, I’m not keeping it.” “I had Polly read your leaves when you had tea this morning. Fucked ya again and again to make sure of it. You ain’t leaving me when you’re pregnant and you certainly ain’t killing my child.” He said, kneeling to kiss your stomach with an evil glint in his eye.

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t r o u b l e / chapter twenty nine

Sonya

I sat stiffly at the end of the settee, trying my best to concentrate on what little Kitty was doing, trying to stay tuned into my family and playing happy families so that the little ones wouldn't notice quite how grey and gloomy our little corner of the world had just become. But it was difficult.

It was difficult to pay attention to Kitty and the bunnies when my mind was racing with worry for my sister. Worry for my big brothers whose absence I hadn't noticed so much until the sun had shied behind those storm clouds and swallowed all the light.

Now though I felt the silence left behind my Arthur. Suddenly Tommy's absence wasn't peaceful, wasn't feathered with the usual relief. Suddenly it left me feeling anxious, restless and fragile. Like a thin thread pulled taut and fraying in the middle. Like any second now I was about the snap.

Then there were all those other little worries which didn't feel so little anymore. I kept trying to push them to the back of my mind but it was impossible, growing seemingly more so by the second because the longer I sat in such close proximity to Bonnie, longing for the comfort of his arm around my shoulder, feeling guilty for letting myself long for such intimacies from anyone but Freddie, the more torn up inside I felt. The more I questioned myself, my devotion, my ability to devote myself to another as my life might soon demand...

The longer I sat there the more tense I felt myself getting. I could feel my jaw beginning to ache as I ground my teeth. I could feel my fingernails digging into my upper arms as I held myself too tightly.

And then I felt the sofa cushion beside me sink, felt my body slip into the dip and come to rest against Bonnie's. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I turned sharply to look at him with wide questioning eyes.

His eyes flickered over my worried expression and he offered me a soft smile, slipping his hand into mine as he stood.

He didn't say a word, just held my gaze and nodded to the door. Let me realise that he was offering me an escape from "happy families" one I was so desperately in need of in that second.

"Where are we..."

"Reckon you need a lesson in relaxin," he said shooting me a cheeky smile over his shoulder, "didn't realise quite how bad at it you were sweetpea..."

"You make me sound so up-tight..." I said quietly, a simmering pout on my lips I didn't realise he'd put there until his eyes fixed on it and his brow tugged to a frown.

"I don't think you're uptight miss gray..." he said his voice almost contemplative as he looked down at me, his smile slow to tug at his lips, "well... maybe just a little eh." He flashed me a grin but when for a moment I didn't smile his faltered, his eyes growing darker, more serious than I was used to on his boyish face. "A joke little rain cloud," he said quietly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, hesitating when he looked down and saw his fingers laced with mine.

I froze two but for different reasons. Admiring how delicate my fingers appeared when threaded between his, how gently he held them.

I bit my lip, shy to look up at him from beneath my lashes, doe eyes hesitant to meet his.

"Was just a joke." He said again, his lips curling into a smirk as he turned away but didn't drop my hand, "got a lot on your mind lass I know that.." he said leading me to the spa my Aunt had recommended I visit multiple times. "Now I'm pretty sure there ain't any more to it than that..."

I let him lead me into a dimly lit room with two wooden benches, a mirror framed with driftwood on the wall above a large sink basin. On one wall there were two showers. Along another were shelves and thin cubbies with coat hangers.

"Believe it or not miss," said Bonnie with that relentlessy cheeky smile, "this one here belongs to you..." he said knocking on the door of one of the cubbies, opening it up for me to reveal that it was stocked, apparently with my belongings.

I frowned as I stepped closer to get a better look. My skin prickling when instead of stepping aside to let me peer into the cubby, Bonnie remained leaning up against the side of the shelves, one arm stretched above me so that I had to duck under the arch of his leaning frame.

I couldnt ignore the selfconcious way I felt then standing just in front of him, looking through the items which had been selected and left just for me. There were several swimwear pieces, all in the same shade of baby pink which had been my favourite colour since I was a little girl. A white towel dressing gown and slippers in my size. A box of lavender and honey scented oils, skincare products... So many things I couldn't ever imagine Tommy having picked out by himself but which I knew he must have done.

"Did Tommy do all this?" I asked quietly, fingers dancing over the array of little luxuries left for me to choose from. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes as I turned back to look up at Bonnie. If he noticed my emotive state he didn't let on, that didn't stop me blushing when I felt the tears heavy in my lashes.

"Aye lass, reckon you two are his favourites I do," said Bonnie stepping away finally, nodding to the little pink bikini in my hands, "I'll let you change will I?" He asked waiting patiently for me to dismiss him though for a moment I didn't realise that that was what he was waiting for. For a moment I left us lingering in a delicate silence, one which grew thicker by the second as we looked back at one another and he waited for me to say something.

"Oh..." I breathed, blushing s deeper shade of red when I understood that he was waiting for me to let him go, that he was doing his job then, being the attentive bodyguard, nothing more and nothing less.

I nodded and forced a tight little smile, watching as he took a step back and disappeared around the corner.

I waited for a moment, gazing down at the bikini I held in my hands. I was certain my brother hadn't picked it, certain that it must have been someone else because it was perfect, it was exactly something I'd have picked out for myself in a shop. Not too revealing, my favourite shade of baby pink, the two triangular pieces of fabric joined together in the middle by two linked silver hearts.

But then if not Tommy who else could have chosen it. I wasn't really close enough to any of them to believe anyone else could have picked it out.

I stood chewing my cheek deep in thought, beginning to feel guilty for having let myself grow so far apart from my family, for having allowed myself to resent them all as much as I had done. Then the sound of someone stepping out of their clothes drew me back to reality. The sound of Bonnie's joggers hitting the floor making my head snap up in surprise.

But of course he was getting changed too. I could hardly expect him to sit there fully clothed in a sauna.

"You ready round there sweetpea? I canny hear any movement like..." he said after another moment of quiet. My cheeks burning at the thought of him standing the other side of those lockers in well... Nothing.

"No... Sorry I was uh... Just thinking..." I stumbled over my words feeling more humiliated and ridiculous by the second as I began to undress struggling because I was rushing.

"Aye well, there'll be plenty of time for that when we're in there lass, gettin cold out here..." He grinned teasing me, that laughing tone in his voice doing little to ease my blush.

When I caught my reflection in the mirror I winced. It didn't matter how pretty a bikini I wore, nothing was going to make up for the fact that that ugly purple bruise was still in full bloom across my back. I twisted to try and get a better look at it, biting my lip as I traced my fingers over it, pressing just enough to feel the sharp stab and the dull ache before I reached for the dressing gown hanging up for me, wrapping myself up in it, relieved to have somewhere I could hide. I couldn't help but dread having to take it off, I was only hoping it was too dark for Bonnie to see the extent of the damage.

When he saw me however he grinned, offered me his hand and promised me the guided tour. And then later when he'd put me on the spot and told me to choose what kind of relaxing we tried first, he didn't falter or flinch when I shrugged my robe off and revealed the deep shade of purple green which stained not only my back but my ribs too.

His eyes flickered over me quickly but they didn't linger on my body very long, just met my gaze with a smirk.

"I thought you were gonna teach me how to relax," I said feeling a little shy when he looked at me expectantly, "shouldn't you be choosing what we do first?" I said trying to wriggle out of the choice, something I didn't usually do. I was pretty used to getting my own way, picking and choosing what I wanted whenever I wanted it, and yet when Bonnie's eyes glimmered with amusement and he voiced my thoughts I found myself blushing furiously, surprised by my self consciousness.

"Well I wouldnta thought a lass of your standing would take orders off a gypsy lad like me..." he said, his straight face only fleeting, the grin he broke into warm when he apologised for teasing me.

But even if he was only teasing me I couldn't help linger on the thought, a little guilt heavy on my mind because I really hadn't shown him my good side and between his teasing and Tommy's distrust, his apparent disappointment in me, I was beginning to wonder if I had one to show.

So in the dark of the sauna when we were lying parallel along the soft wooden benches, heat radiating through our aching muscles, eyes closed, quiet, I couldn't help but struggle with myself, desperate to break that quiet and let him know.

"I don't think I'm better than you Bonnie..." I said catching my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes were fixed on the dark ceiling, looking through the dry air at the patterns in the grain.

For a second he was so quiet I wasn't sure he'd heard me, wasn't sure he hadn't fallen asleep in the short time we'd been shut inside. But then I felt something tickle my arm and when I jumped I heard him chuckle. I realised it was just his fingers trying to find mine from across the gap.

"I know that Miss Gray..." He said with a gentle chuckle, "now shut your eyes and stop werritting about nothin..."

I chewed my cheek, glad of the low light and Bonnie's closed eyes. Glad he couldn't see the shy struggle on my face, how for a moment I didn't know what to say.

"Stop callin me that then." I said after a moment too long of lingering speechless so that by the time I said it it sounded more like a question than a demand.

"But if a start callin you anythin else it'll sound like we're friends, what would your Chelsea socialite friends think of that?"

I was looking at him now, head turned to the side cheek resting against the wood. So I saw his grin, saw the way he shook with a quiet laugh, so amused by himself. More amused even when he realised that I wasn't laughing.

"Don't worry little rain cloud," he said, eyes still closed, grin still bright and wide, "I'm kiddin, you can smile too it won't hurt..."

And so I did, shy at first but finding that once I let myself laugh at him the grin came easy and the giggle lasted a little longer than it should have done. I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes shut as I tried to stifle my laughter but when he heard me Bonnie's smile grew all the wider.

"Better," he chuckled letting us fall back into a more comfortable kind of quiet then. His fingers still lingering near mine, grazing over my wrist in the moment before he realised what he was doing and withdrew.

I felt strange then, realising that I liked it better when I could feel his touch.

"Where's my brother gone?" I asked wondering whether he'd reach out and take my hand again when he heard the worry in my voice. Even if he didn't I wanted to know the answer.

"I don't know lass," he said a little quieter, his voice still laidback and smooth, the soft lilt soothing despite his lack of answers.

"Promise you're not just sayin that to shut me up?" I asked chewing my cheek. Painting a small smirk on his lips. To my dismay however his hands remained resting one by his side the other on his chest, palm rising and falling with his slow breaths.

"Wouldn't do that to ye lass."

I remained quiet then, trying to copy him, trying to slow my breaths. Shut my eyes and relax. But it was difficult knowing that my brothers had left without even telling the rest of their men where they were going. It made me think the worst. Made me think they didn't quite know what they were dealing with, what was waiting for them.

"Your brothers are gonna be alright sweetpea," he said pushing himself up slowly, the sound of his movement stirring me too.

When I opened my eyes he was stood up, one hand pushing his damp curls from his eyes. His cheeks had been rosied by the heat and when his chest rose and fell I watched little drops of sweat trickle over his skin. Felt suddenly shy when he offered me his hand to help me up.

"C'mon," he said hiding a yawn in his elbow, so lulled by his twenty minutes of darkness and sandlewood, "stay in here any longer and you'll melt." He said waiting for me to take his hands, my fingers feeling small when they linked tentatively with his.

I let him lead me out of the sauna to the edge of the pool where we sat down side by side on the cool tiles. The water was cold, a relief as it lapped at my calves and we kicked our legs slowly. The scale of this underground haven seemed crazy to me, even if I was used to a certain level of luxury. Tommy had really turned this old house into a fortress.

"Could really live in this house your whole life and never leave huh..." I said softly, almost sadly as I thought of Tommy's threadbare plan to keep us safe. Perhaps I would end up holed away here for the rest of my life, stuck with all my could have beens and a fatherless child... It twisted my stomach into another knot and stole the peace from my face. Put a frown on Bonnie's brow when he looked at me.

"You're so melancholy," he said with a simmering smirk, taking my chin in his hand, finger and thumb steering my gaze to him, making me focus on him when he told me again not to worry about my brother. "You ain't gonna be trapped here with us forever sweetheart."

"It's not you I'm worried about," I smiled shyly, eyes flickering over his serious expression. I couldn't hold his gaze, his dark eyes making me blush as he watched me recede into myself and regret having just said that.

I looked down feeling that flush in my cheeks again. Swallowed a lump in my throat as that increasingly familiar feeling bubbled to the surface. I could feel his eyes lingering on me. Couldnt help but wonder what he was thinking as he watched me with my head down, eyes fixed firmly on the water.

I could feel his hand near mine, the bristling tension of his presence so close to mine. The bristling tension of being seen. Not seen as in looked at or admired from afar the way I was used to when I danced, people who saw me ethereal, a body not a girl moving gracefully across the stage.

But there by the pool, sitting as close to me as he was Bonnie couldn't see Sonya Gray the enigmatic starlet, only Sonya the girl. A girl who was only now beginning to realise how hard it is to be yourself when you can't hide yourself in the silhouettes cast by a Jeté.

"I've got somethin for those bruises by the way," he said, my heart sinking when I realised what he'd really been looking at. Not me but the aching shadow of my waist.

"It's not that bad Bonnie, looks worse than it is..."

"Even so," he said with a smirk which told me he wasn't believing me for a second, "it'll do you good, old family recipe, me da taught me how to make it for after me fights..."

"I don't know..." I said all the more cynical to know that this was another fabled gypsy remedy, one that would be sniffed at by my physio and the company's doctors. "Get enough of that herbal stuff from Pol..."

"Come on now little rain cloud," he smiled knocking into me with his shoulder, "not scared of our gypsy potions are ye?" He asked doing ghost hands at me until I cracked a smile and gave in. Made me feel bad for hesitating.

"You already know I'm not..." I said biting down on my smile, struggling to hide the way it wavered when he stood up and turned away from me. Feeling silly when I realised where he was going. That of course he had to leave to go and get the cream he'd promised.

He wasn't gone long but the room felt so much more empty without him. I let myself slip into the pool up to my waist, felt a spread of goosebumps flicker over my skin, a shiver through my shoulders and down my spine. It was enough to wake me from the hazy heat of the sauna, enough to clear my head for a moment. And in that moment I felt the weight of the day return to me, my shoulders tensing, my jaw too as I thought about my brothers, about my sister who was safe but only for now, about Freddie who I hadn't heard from since I'd left him in his bedroom on his uncles side of town.

I pushed off from the side of the pool and let myself cut through the surface, slipping beneath the wave I'd made and gliding along the bottom of the pool. As a little girl I'd been determined to learn how to hold my breath forever, dreams of slipping into a river one day to find I'd become a water sprite.

As I returned to the surface, hair silky and slick to my body when I broke through the water I was reminded of the ritual disappointment I'd known as a girl every time I returned to the land and drew in that first deep breath.

"I don't know eh, canna leave ye alone for a second," chuckled Bonnie from the edge of the pool where he was waiting for me with a towel, another teasing reminder that today I wasn't supposed to be training or exercising or doing anything to tire myself out.

"Sorry," I blushed as I pushed myself out of the water, felt his eyes flicker over my figure once again as he opened the towel for me and wrapped me up in it. He patted me down gently, careful not to touch the places he knew my bruises ran deep, doing it all without thinking, without realising what he was doing until it was too late and we were both left stifled and shy.

He tossed the towel onto one of the loungers at the side of the pool and nodded to a stone bed. When he handed me another towel and told me to tuck it under my head I felt my stomach curl again suddenly realising how intimate this would be.

"Just lie down an close your eyes alright lass," he said and though I'd expected him to follow me he didn't for a moment. Instead he just stood still watching me walk away. When he disappeared again I felt myself bristling with a new tension. One I'd only ever felt with Freddie before. It was the tension of waiting for his return.

I felt guilty then, realising just how close I was letting Bonnie get. Realising how easy it was to let him get so close. And it shouldn't have been. I should have been keeping my guard up. Should have been doing right by the man I'd left in London that fateful day. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't swallow the feeling down or shake the strange nervous feeling from myself. And when Bonnie returned a minute later I couldn't control the way my heart began to beat, the way my head clouded over when he sat on the edge of the heated bed and I felt his fingers graze a tentative tickling line along the curve of my spine.

"Don't let me hurt you alright lass?" He asked as he used two fingers to take a scoop of the lavender and neroli scented cream.

I flinched when he placed a smear over my waist, the cold of his initial touch startling me. He chuckled as he told me he was sorry.

I could tell he was being careful with me when he smoothed his palm over the curve of my back, his fingers grazing my waist as he began to rub in slow, gentle circles. And it did hurt but I wouldn't tell him that. It wasn't in my nature to whine about little aches and pains, it wasn't how I'd been raised and so I was better than most at deep breathing through the kind of pain which radiated through my torso as he applied a little more pressure.

I felt the warm tingle as the cream began to activate on my skin, it's heat soaking into my back, forcing my tired muscles to relax a little. Slowly beginning to numb as he massaged the cream carefully into my waist.

I could feel the slow throb of pain aching through my muscles, causing them to tense suddenly, my whole body beginning to tighten despite my best efforts to force myself to relax and breath through the hurting. I didn't want Bonnie to know how bad it really was. He was an athlete himself so I knew that if he saw the pain I was in he would realise how bad it really was, and that if he did he'd force me to rest for even longer than he already had. That was longer than I could afford.

But with his hands pressed to my back gentle perhaps but firm all the same, Bonnie could feel the way my body was responding, could feel it crying out in pain even if I was stifling myself. So when he stopped, resting his hands gently on my back but taking the pressure off, I was denying the pain before he could accuse me of feeling it.

"It doesn't hurt you don't have to..."

"If it doesn't hurt why do you sound so sure that's what I'm gonna say sweetpea?" He asked, his smirk clever, just smug enough to silence me. Leave me struggling to think of an excuse. "I told you to tell me if a was hurtin y" he said a little softer, less of a smile in his voice then, soft with concern as he ran the tips of his fingers up the center of my back, letting them linger between my shoulder blades.

"You canna just breathe through it and expect to get better darlin," he sighed.

But where I'd expected him to stop and retreat he didn't. Where I'd expected him to shrug me off with another disparaging comment about how I just don't know whats good for me, he didn't. Instead he let his hands move between and overy shoulders, fingers slowly beginning to work away at the knots until they began to come undone. Until I couldn't stifle the sigh of relief which escaped me.

When I heard myself I couldn't keep the blush from my cheeks, couldn't help but hope he hadn't heard a thing. And if he had he pretended not to. Just carrying on, his fingers working tenderly to ease the aching tension in my tired muscles.

"It's a wonder you could dance at all lass," he chuckled, "the scouts would have a field day with you..."

And though I wanted to roll my eyes and reply sarcastic and dry, I couldn't deny that he was right.

It only made it worse that he knew it. That he could tell just by the feel of my body beneath his fingertips. That every manipulation they inflicted he could feel my response right there beneath his hands, which though I was too shy to admit out loud, were working some kind of miracle on me.

I closed my eyes and let his fingers massage my shoulders, let him work away at the knots until I felt that good kind of bruised relief.

With a little more of the cream he'd used on my waist, he rubbed gentle lines down my back, stopping when his hands held me by the waist, his thumbs meeting in the center of my back, his fingers spread over my tummy.

"Told you it'd help," he said leaning down over me, his words tickling my ear as he let one hand leave my waist and come to scoop my hair from my cheek, "didn't I?"

When he left us lingering in silence I wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure whether he was really waiting for me to admit that he was in fact right.

I tried to hide my face in the crook of my elbow, giggling when he tried to tug my arm away.

"Didn't I?" He said again, his smile bright and teasing when I rolled onto my back and looked up at him with a smile of my own.

"Fine," I said biting back my smile, raising my hands to cover my face, enjoying the way he tried to catch my wrists in his hands and pull mine away from over my eyes. "Fine you were right, you were right," I giggled when his fingers threatened to tickle my ribs. "I do feel better now," I said a little quieter as I pushed myself up and hugged my knees to my chest, looking up at him from where my head rested atop my knees. My hair fell into my face, two damp strands of blonde turned brown by the water.

"Thanks Bonnie," I said a little quieter then, my gaze simmering as I looked up at him. His eyes simmering when they locked with mine. The corners of his lips tugged into a small smile as his hand reached to push those two strands of hair from my cheek.

But when his fingertips grazed my cheek bones I saw a shadow cross his eyes and he seemed to recede. He drew his hand away from my cheek and tore his gaze from mine and I felt my heart sink when I realised why.

There'd been something a little too tender in the way he'd looked at me and I at him.

I sat up straight, swallowed a guilty lump in my throat and tried to stand.

"Do you think my brothers will be back by now?" I asked my voice tight and quiet, his just thick with disappointment when he replied.

"I don't know lass." He said softly,

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Up in Smoke- Chapter 1.4

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Warnings- Usual PB violence, swearing and Ada giving birth

A few days later, there was a scuffle in the shop this morning. It doesn't happen too often. Usually, a man gets mad about the betting being close. That's exactly what happened. It was taken care of before it could escalate. 

The shop was going to be closed for a little while. John called a family meeting the Garrison for a quick family meeting. Scudboat was going to stay behind to keep an eye on everything. Him and Arthur were already waiting for us in our room. 

"Alright John, There's only one man guarding the house. What's troubling you?"

"Polly, you know what it's been like since Martha died."

"God takes the best first."

"Truth is, my kids have been running bloody rings around me. Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours."

"Pol, give him ten bob for some new shoes. Is that it, John?"

"Tommy, let him speak." I snapped as I tried to listen to John. 

"Yeah, Tommy. It would be better to do this without you. Now what's your point?"

"What the kids need is a mother. So that's why I'm getting married." Tension grew in the room.

He's getting married? We didn't even know he was seeing anyone.

"Does this poor girl know you're marrying her or are you just going to spring it on her all of a sudden?"

"I've already proposed and she said yes."

"I think there's a shell about to land and go bang." No one said anything. 

"It's-It's Lizzie Stark." Everyone broke out into a fit of laughter. 

"John, Lizzie Stark is a strong woman and I am sure she provides a fine service for her customers."

"I won't hear the word. Understand? Do not use that word."

"What word is that, John?"

"He means whore."

"Anna!" I held my hands up in surrender as I sat back. 

"Everybody can go to hell."

"He could mean prostitute. How about that one?"

"Right. I want it known, if anyone calls her a whore again, I will push the barrel of my revolver down their throats and blow the word back down into their hearts."

"Men and their cooks never cease to amaze me. John, Lizzie never did a day's work vertically."

"She's changed. People change. Like with religion."

"Lizzie had got religion, eh?"

"No! No, she doesn't have religion, but-," he harshly stood up, "well she loves me." 

He turned to look at Tommy. "Now listen now, Tommy. I won't do it unless I have your blessing. But of all the people in the world, I-I want you to see it...as brave."

"It's brave alright." Arthur and I snickered. 

"Brave is going where no man has gone before. And with Lizzie Stark, John, that is really not what you'll be doing."

"Listen, Tommy. Welcome her to the family. As someone who's had a hard life. Because I need someone. The kids need someone." The door swung open. 

Finn stood breathless in the doorway. "Tommy! We've been done over!" All of us ran back to the house. All the Lee's broke in to destroy the house. They took anything they could lay their hands on. I knew something like this was coming. 

Everything had been quiet. Tommy walked in front of us with wire cutters in his hands. 

"They left these."

"Wire cutters? Why?" I asked with a puzzled face. 

"Nobody move."

"I think our friends are playing the game."

"What game?"

"Polly, don't touch anything."

"Erasmus Lee was in France."

"Shit."

"Will someone tell the ladies who weren't in France what the hell is going on?"

"When we gave up ground to the Germans, we'd leave behind booby traps, set up with wires. We'd leave wire cutters as part of the joke."

"Somewhere in here, there's a hand grenade. "

"Holy Jesus."

"Attached to a wire. Don't move any chairs or open any doors. Go easy, Johnboy."

"No. No, boys. It's not here."

"If it was in here, it would have blown by now. It was my name on that bullet Erasmus sent. He set up a trap all right. But he set it up just for me." Tommy ran out of the house. 

We slowly started to clean things up. We were hoping Tommy was right. We didn't need the shop blowing up while we were in it. Sure enough, they rigged something of his. They put the grenade in the car door. He wouldn't know about it until it was too late. When he checked the car, Finn was sitting inside. 

He was pretending to be Tommy. It nearly blew up with poor Finn in the car. Luckily no one was hurt and the car is ok. A couple days later, Kimber and his accountant walked in. What the hell was he doing here? They walked into Tommy's office. He called in John, Lovelock and Scudboat. 

Were we in trouble? They walked out without another word. All of us were confused. Tommy walked to the front of the building. "Gentlemen and ladies, in my hand I have a legal betting license. It's issued by the board of control. The Shelby family has its first legal racetrack pitch!" All of us cheered and hugged. 

We really did it. The next day, Tommy sat down next to me. He took a drag of his cigarette. 

"John isn't marrying Lizzie. I offered her some money and she said yes."

"Tommy-"

"I was making sure that life was behind her. Seems like it's not. I have other plans for John."

"Such as?"

"The Lee family has a girl who is wild and needs to be married. John is the man for her."

"When's the wedding?"

"2 days. Don't tell John. He won't go with us if he knows."

"You're tying the families together?" He nodded. 

Those 2 days went by fast. We were all hiding it from John. We told him there was going to be a war between the families. He would for sure go to that. We met a group of our men around the corner from their new camp. 

"Ready, boys? John, ready?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Have a drink." Arthur passed a flask at him. 

He took a swig. "What? What are you all looking at me for? What?" We all dropped it and moved on. John was confused at his point. "Tommy, what's your plan? We are in shotgun range." He turned to look at John. 

"John, before you go into battle, there's something you are going to need." All of us took out the white flower from our pockets. I couldn't help but laugh at his horribly confused face. "What are you bloody doing, Tommy?" Tommy put his hands on either side of John's face. 

"Smile, John, it's a wedding."

"Whose bloody wedding?"

"Your wedding. We knew if we told you, you wouldn't come." He turned around to glare at me. 

Tommy explained to him what was going on. He hated it more than anything. He was ready to run if we didn't hold him down. He only liked the idea of the families being united. It did make sense to do it. All of us walked in their camp after we calmed down John. Her mom took a look at John before we proceeded. 

"He'll do." We all cheered. We waited a few minutes before gathering around. Johnny was going to marry them. As things were getting started. Polly and Ada walked up. I hugged Ada tightly. 

She was ready to pop at any second. We linked arms to stand together. When John's wife moved her vail, John smirked back at us. I guess he liked what he saw. After the ceremony was over, the party began. It was weird getting along with the Lees. There was dancing, singing, drinking, games, and shooting. 

It was like we were an actual family. I got to talk to John's new wife, Esme. She was really nice and not what I expected. When I heard wild girl, I was thinking something completely different. She was prettier and calmer than I had pictured. I sat with Tommy at a table when the conversation was over. I watched as Ada had the time of her life. 

She was dancing with Arthur who had a giant smile plastered on his face. Polly walked over to us. 

"You should tell Ada to slow down."

"You think she'll listen?"

"I tried stopping her, but she's been drinking."

"I at least got her to stop drinking."

"Thank you, Anna. She's been stuck in that little basement for weeks. She's going off like a firecracker. Oh, Christ, Tommy, please." Arthur seemed to beat us to it. 

We could hear him telling her to slow down. Tommy still walked over there. 

"Come and look, Esme! Come and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it. He chooses his brother's wives for them!"

"Ada-"

"He hunts his own sister down like a rat, and he tries to kill his own brother-in-law." She harshly shoved Tommy. 

"Ada, that's enough." Arthur snapped as he walked over. 

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance! Not even at a fucking wedding!"

"Sit her down." She started to hyperventilate. 

"Calm down, Ada. Ada, calm down." A rush of water fell to the floor. "Holy shit. Water."

"Not now, Ada. Bloody hell, you do pick your times."

"Arthur, shut the fuck up. A whole baby is about to come out of her." I pushed Arthur away from us. 

We rushed her back to the house. Esme, Polly and I were going to deliver the baby. The men were going to get drunk. I got her out of her dress and not something more comfortable. Esme checked the position. The baby was in the wrong spot. We had to stand her up if we wanted things to go alright. 

Gravity was going to do its job. I hated hearing her scream in pain. I didn't like seeing anyone I loved in pain. Eventually the baby came into the world safe and sound. I cleaned up the baby as Esme and Polly finished off with Ada. I looked at the beautiful baby boy. He was perfect. 

When Ada was sitting up, I handed her son to her. A giant smile grew on her face. I stood there to admire them. There was a loud knock on the door. Freddie ran into the house. I was glad Tommy let him come. Tommy did have a heart after all. 

I set down tea in front of Ada as Freddie held the baby. There was a harsh pounding at the door. "Open up! Police." All of our smiles fade. Police? How did they know he was here? 

They busted into the house. They dragged him out of the house. All of us were shouting about something. I took the baby away from Ada as she sobbed. We didn't need her dropping him when he was hours old. Polly stormed out of the house with pure rage. Did Tommy really snitch? 

He wouldn't have. He couldn't have. 

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Housekeeping + WIP List 12/6/23

❧To my new followers, welcome and ty for putting your age in your bio!! Coming up on 2K soon!

❧Tysm to everyone liking my work 💕, but reblogs do more to circulate fics on this site!! I love hearing from you so reblog and/or comment. (Anon asks are great too if you're shy ☺️)

❧Cleaning up my inbox and making a new WIP list (below the cut).

ONE SHOTS

Say Yes to Heaven-dark!Arthur x reader

Arthur is deeply upset by the way your husband is treating you and decides to take matters into his own hands in order to save you. However, his protection soon grows into an unhealthy obsession. 

My Martha-Finn x Martha x John Requested by anon

When a six year old Finn meets a kind seamstress during the war, he’s immediately taken with her charm and beauty. However, it’s his older brother, John, who ultimately wins her favor, causing Finn to experience his first case of a broken heart. 

Secrets and Lies - Tommy x OC Requested by @alimosblog

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?

Call Me-Tommy x reader Requested by @look-at-the-soul

Tommy can't imagine why you haven't used the private number he gave you. He instructed you to call him whenever you like, but you weren't about to give in so easily.

Windflowers-Tommy x Lily (OC Tommy's wife) Requested by @jomarch-wannabe

A continuation of my fic, Lily, where we revisit Tommy and his wife five years after the death of their daughter. As Lily wakes from a nightmare Tommy is there to comfort her.

Charlie's Lullaby-Tommy x nanny Requested by @the-fangirl-diaries

After the loss of his wife, Tommy is badly in need of rest. One night he finds Charlie's nanny comforting the child in the nursery and her presence calms Tommy as well.

Untitled Tommy x anxious reader Requested by anon

Your anxiety peaks during a lavish party surrounded by Tommy's work colleagues. Afraid he might be angry, you try to hide the signs, but Tommy knows you too well and comes to your rescue.

Untitled Tommy x American mafia princess Requested by anon

When Tommy is introduced to the daughter of an American mob boss, he's intrigued enough to follow her to America.

SERIES

Partners in Crime-Part 6 "Birthday Gift"--John x Y/n Solomons requested by @dreamlandcreations

Their unique skill sets and their older brothers' greed have brought them together against their will. Can they learn to get along? In this AU John and Alfie's sister are problematic besties.

Tachipen-Part 7 --Tommy x reader

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. 

As Long As I Live-Part 2 --Tommy x Amelia (OC Tommy's daughter)

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? 

#zablife WIP list

[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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[siriuslyshewrote]

Good Grief

A/N : So I kind of mixed both of these requests together, I hope that’s okay! I hope everyone’s keeping safe in these weird times. Much love x

It was the first time you had been downstairs in a few days, and you were sat, hair unkempt, a rather miserable look on your face, stabbing vehemently at the carrot on your plate. The rest of your family chattered around you, but you couldn't find it in you to join in. You had always liked to think of yourself as a strong, independent woman - and raised by none other than Polly Gray and your older sister Ada, that was very much to be expected - and that was why you were so infuriated at yourself. You weren't the type of person to be so hung up over someone. And a boyfriend, at that.

Except, it was Bonnie Gold. The boy you were in love with, and who loved you too. At least, you thought. Until he didn't turn up to your date a week ago, and you had gone to the camp several miles out of town, concerned and confused, only to be told by Aberama that the boy didn't want to see you. And you hadn't heard from him since. You had been furious at first - because no one stood up a Shelby, but it quickly transpired into rather pitiful, wallowing misery, leading you to hibernate in your room for several days.

John nudged you in the ribs, jolting you out of your thoughts.

“How’re you doing?” You had been asked that question what felt like a million times during dinner - a dinner you were well aware Polly organised to try and cheer her youngest niece up, even though you knew she didn’t know the reason for your mood.

You shrugged, with a partially forced small smile. “Oh, ya know. Alright.”

"Cheer up, squirrel." He grinned, that infectious John Shelby grin, that almost made you smile too. "It's only a boy."

John's bluntness at other times would probably make you roll your eyes a little, but now, you froze slightly, still midway through prodding the pile of carrots on the side of your plate.

"What?"

"I said it's just a lad, squirrel. Your hearing going?" He snickered, but your eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

"How did you know?" You spoke slowly, trying desperately not to jump to conclusions. Because the only person in your family that knew you and Bonnie were together was Finn, and he was very good at keeping secrets - at least, when he wanted to. So why would your brother know?

He paused for a second. "You know what you're like, Y/N, can't keep anything secret to save your life, can you? We figured it out a couple weeks back..." His half joking, half strained voice, the one you knew very well was his tell for lying, trailed off.

"We? We?" Your voice was raising steadily now. You locked eyes with Tommy at the end of the table, as the chatter began to die down. “It was fucking you lot, wasn't it? You're the reason why..."

You waited for them to deny it, to tell you you were being crazy. Instead, both Tommy and Arthur shot John a glare.

You pushed back from the table, the chair falling over behind you, not that you cared.

"He's not good for y-“ Tommy began, his face as expressionless as usual.

"How the fuck would you know!" You threw up your hands in exasperation. "Have you seen us every day for the past year? Have you seen how well he treats me? Or did you just see a gypsy boy, eh? However much you try and forget our heritage, Tommy, you're no better than Bonnie. You're worse, actually. Bonnie has a fucking soul. We can't say the same for you."

You focused a furious glare on your older brother, the one you knew that would have been the architect of this plan. Later, you'd regret these words. But for now, you were so angry you could barely refrain from throwing something at one of your brothers, aside from Finn, who looked utterly baffled at the situation, as per usual.

"Y/N." Polly's voice was sharp, always there to remind you you'd gone too far.

"No! Just because Grace is gone-" Just because Grace is gone doesn’t mean everyone else’s relationships are going to fall apart. Just because you lost someone doesn’t mean we all have to.

"Enough!" Polly barked, cutting you off, but your words - at least, the meaning, what you were about to say, hung in the air.

The silence that consumed the table told you very clearly that you had crossed the line, and for the first time in a long time, you saw what could only be described as a flicker of emotion - sadness - in Tommy's eyes. Guilt consumed you, and internally, you were screaming an apology. Externally, however, you set your jaw in fury.

“So what did you tell him?” You spoke quietly, glancing between your three older brothers in turn. “That he can’t see me? That he isn’t good enough? Threaten him?”

“Come on, squirrel-“ Finn pulled at your sleeve from beside you, his eyes imploring you to just sit down (he always hated conflict like this).

“Don’t worry, Finn. I’m done.” You turned on your heel, out of the room, pulling your coat from the rack near the door, slipping into your shoes, and slamming out the house, despite several protests you heard from inside the house. Just before you left, you grabbed the car keys off the sideboard.

********

You hadn’t slowed down to think, not since you left Polly’s house, after ‘borrowing’ John’s car, your fingers tapping impatiently at the steering wheel, urging the car to drive faster and faster, not caring that you were slightly drunk, and most definitely weren’t an expert in car driving. However, stood just outside the camp borders, with the cold stars behind you, and having just caught a glimpse of Bonnie sat beside the fire, whittling a piece of wood into some intricate shape, you did freeze. You weren’t supposed to feel like this, not after just a week, but somehow, it felt like you were simultaneously looking at a stranger and the boy you loved with all your heart.

You willed your feet forward, the mid-autumn night air cold on your arms, even though you were wearing a thick coat. The camp was silent, and you guessed Bonnie was guarding it while everyone else was asleep. He didn’t look up until you trod on a branch with a loud snap noise, and his hand immediately reached for his gun, though he relaxed as soon as he saw your face, then stiffened again, as if remembering what had happened. Even though you weren’t so sure about what happened yourself.

“Hey.” You said softly, sitting next to him, on a long log, the bark slightly uncomfortable, though you were used to it - you had been coming to this campsite for a year, after all.

He didn’t reply, didn’t know where to look, and so he returned his gaze to to small figurine he was creating, and now you were nearer, you saw it was a small deer - your favourite animal. It felt foreign to you, to not be curled into his side, to not see his large grin, his warm kisses.

“Why are you here?” He spoke gruffly, and you stared into the crackling fire, watching the sparks flare in the air for a few seconds, until they fizzled out.

“I wanted to talk-“

“Bit late for that, ain’t it? After you sent your brothers to break up with me?”

You gaped for a few moments, just now realising how this had all played out.

“Is that what they told you? That I didn’t want to see you? I thought... I don’t know what I thought. But listen, Bon. Whatever they said, yeah? None of that came from me. They’re overprotective fucking-“ You were rushing your speech, desperately hoping he would just listen.

He glanced up at you in surprise . “What?”

“None of that came from me, okay? I would’ve come sooner, but when you didn’t come to the date, and your Da sent me away... I just, I thought you wanted nothing more to do with me.”

“So ... you don’t want to break up?” A half confused smile was on his face.

“Of course I don’t! I want to fucking marry you, Bonnie Gold. Why the hell would I wanna break up?” You grinned, your thrumming heart slowing, as you saw realisation in his face.

Your hand tentatively reached for his, but he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing yours, as unsure as you were. You felt more nervous than you did with your first kiss.

“You want to get married?” He breathed, his eyes searching yours.

“Nothing I want more.”

“Good. Cause I feel the same.” He grinned, his hands caressing your face. “Marry me, Y/N Shelby?”

You laughed, several tears welling in your eyes. You weren’t exactly sure how you had gone from misery not five minutes ago to this, but you didn’t care.

“Yes, Bonnie Gold. Yes.”

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