#( esmerelda ) threads

[icedfae]

The open bar was the reason that she was enjoying the wedding proceedings going around her. To say that her mother’s shotgun wedding to the last person that Esme ever wanted in her life was a happy occasion would be a lie. Esmerelda wanted to get as far away from this place as soon as possible. So when she caught Archie Sinclair standing on one of the sidelines, one of the only people she knew around here, Esme grabbed another shot and made her way towards him. “Sinclair, what an odd place to find you,” not really, Esme remembered briefly that her new step-father had been in a film with him once upon a time. “You look like the personification of a kicked puppy, drink this. And here I thought I’d be the only person who didn’t want to be here.” @fvkarchie​

[romanphoenix]

——- Roman smiled in her presence, glad to be have heard her story behind her name, definitely was a beautiful one to him. it spoke a lot to her character as well as her parents and it warmed his heart. ❝  of course ! ❞ he laughed some giving a nod of his head. ❝  everyone has their moments but, i'd love to learn as much about you as you'll allow me, darling. ❞ he admitted honestly, open to getting to know her as much as she'd allow him to. which in turn, he was open to sharing as much as she wanted to know. not quite an open book type, but he'd answer most anything asked about him. ❝ thanks, i think it's the best thing they've given me, honestly. however - that's a story for another day. i am truly proud of my name though. ❞

Esmeralda's smile didn't fade nor falter, in fact, she felt pretty proud of the story. It was a story her father had always told her on the days leading up to her birthday and she memorized it like a surgical procedure. "Thank you," she began and then chuckled, "Well, I can't say everything is all sunshine and rainbows but, I'm an open book," she reassured the man with a big smile. She listened in about the origin of his name, she nodded at the thought of it. It made sense, especially because she found it rather odd to be named after a city at times. "That's actually quite clever of your parents to name you as such. It suits you. Like...it's a strong name."

[hellosweetart]

First of all to anyone who read my SK Francis AU, commented on it and even added some ideas to it, I just want to give you guys a huge thank you 🖤 I’ve never been so invested in an AU like this before. Seeing you guys enjoy what I’ve info dumped does wonders for my writing spirit 🖤 there’ll be more so stay tuned.

Now regarding that non canon ending of Ishtar flying in to kidnap Francis at the last minute of his execution, Nacha, Anastacha and Angus finds themselves in the nightmare realm to retrieve him. They cave their way through monsters, human torturers and deities to find him. Don’t worry, Angus has a special rifle and weapons that he got from the black market that can injure any supernatural creatures. Why does he have them? Emergency reasons!

But that’s not the only problem! Yog has became infatuated with Nacha the moment he laid his eyes on her. In fact, he’s become so head over heels for that he kidnaps her too. Just like her husband! He wants her to be his vampire bride while Ishtar has the same thing in mind as well.

Luckily Nacha is able to distract Yog so Angus and Anastacha can free her. By the time they’ve found Francis, they’re too late! He’s been turned into a monster. I’d like to think Ishtar turned him into a dhampir with sharp claws, pale skin and large fangs or a Baobhan Sith (they’re depicted as female in Scottish folklore but whatever) that’s also vampiric with deer feet and wolverine claws. (You might’ve noticed how Ishtar turned Francis into a similar vampiric creature like Yog. Methinks she’s not totally over her ex like she claims to be). She had dressed Francis up as a groom with beautiful rags with gossamer and spiderweb threads either spiders crawling on the suit. Francis is also chained up and muzzled in case he gets too frisky, completely under the harbinger of pests’s control.

Just when Ishtar is about to marry Francis, the trio barged into the wedding.

“Stop!” Nacha cried, “let my ex- I mean, let my husband go!”

“Yeah! That’s my uh, dad you’re marrying or whatever!” Cried Anastacha.

“Don’t move! I have a rifle!” Angus just cocks his special rifle.

Ishtar was angered, “You want to steal my husband away from me?! Hah! You don’t even want him anymore! And you dare take WHAT’S MINE?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!!” She unleashed her swarm of pests at the trio. As the trio screamed, Angus finds a way to divert Ishtar and her pests attention away from them, allowing Nacha and Anastacha time to free Francis. Angus wasn’t the slimy coward as he was before.

While Nacha and Anastacha are freeing Francis, he begins getting delirious and starts attacking the two. They both try to hold him off, with Nacha exclaiming, “Francis! It’s us! Nacha and Ana! Don’t you remember us?!” After so much struggling, Francis begins to feel a bit lucid and recognised his family. He breaks down in his wife and daughter’s arms and they share a group hug. But they can’t waist any time so they have to escape while they still can.

Suddenly, Yog bursts into the wedding to reclaim Nacha but then he saw her trying to escape with Francis, his own counterpart. This immediately makes him extremely jealous because he realised Nacha is after Francis, not him. So he ripped his collar off, turns into his true monstrous form and begins attacking Francis. This ensues in a fight between the two vampires however since Yog is a pure bred vampire, he manages to injure Francis. The trio tries to break it off but to no avail. Ishtar sees that her ex is injuring her groom and attacks him. This results in an intense fight between the two as the three of them watch but not for too long. They escaped with Francis while they still can.

“Whatever lover’s spat they have going on, they can fix it themselves!” Angus exclaimed, “We need to leave with Franny while we still can! Let’s go!” So they did. Nacha carried Francis bridal style or like that scene where Quasimodo was carrying Esmerelda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

After escaping from the astral realm, they all went back to their home to patch up Francis but he’s still in his monster form. They don’t know how to turn him back. Fortunately for them, Angus sneakily stole a few potions from Lilith’s brewery. One of them being a healing and reversal potion. They fed Francis the potions and he returned back to his human form and all of his injuries are healed, including his old scars. It was a miracle he was still alive but he’ll be unconscious for a couple of hours.

After Francis woke up, he’s still clouded in his delusions. He didn’t remember anything that happened previously but he’s lucid enough to make out the trio in front of him.

“Dad? Can you hear us?”

“Francis!” Nacha cried, “it’s us. Do you see us?”

Francis in his extremely fragile state broke down again and hugged his family, including Angus. He was so happy to see that they’re real and he gets to see them again. Nacha and Anastacha know that he’s still unstable but what else can they do? They can’t let him die or get kidnapped. Since he’s still too far gone, I guess they’d have to take care of him from now on. So that’s their big secret.

Nacha and Anastacha had to hide Francis from the authorities because who would believe them? Angus pops in once in a while to check on Francis too. Francis still acts really clingy around them, gets too possessive all the time and have catatonic episodes but they got him under control. Even though he’s caused them so much grief, I guess a part of Nacha and Anastacha still loves Francis. The feelings are mutual for him too. Francis still loves them just as much as he did before.

~ SK Francis anon 🔪

I admire you anon, you ALWAYS have so many ideas and as usual, I enjoy this one too. While this is non-canon, I still love very much 🥲

I will post this too so that people can see this jewel.

[sirquibble]

Have you thought up any more gods along with/ in the same world as Malachai and Esmerelda? I think they're neat ^^

Not until this ask, actually (which is why it took a million years for me to respond). After some thinking I came up with four new deities:

Caele, God of the air and sky

Thasa, Goddess of fire and guidance

Agen, God of the sea and weather

Ithim, Goddess of earth and agriculture

I thought it would be cool if in this god universe, Caele is responsible for the night sky, and is said to embroider the stars into the sky with silver thread while living on the moon or something - I love coming up with mythology for these guys.

Originally Thasa was meant to be angry and temperamental, but that felt too obvious so instead I decided to make her nurturing and kind. I wanted her to represent how fire gives warmth and light rather than it's more destructive side.

Like Caele, I wanted to give Agen mythology too. I thought it would be cool if in this world, the reason for the ocean being tidal is because Agen has fallen in love with Caele, and follows him around, but can't reach him from earth. I KNOW it's cheesy but I LOVE a bit of cheese.

I wanted to make sure Ithim was distinct from Esmerelda, and decided to make her a diety of agriculture and change rather than life and nature itself.

So, yeah! That's all the new Gods I've added.

[ggstarterblog]

Here's a list of all the most recent starters, starting with the Christmas Party threads

Christmas Party:

Tim Riggins

Mary Bowder

Esmerelda Ortiz

JJ Maybank

Non Event Starters:

Aurora Astor

Amber West

[wethepowered]

Reyhan had been in her own little chocolate filled world that she hadn't even heard the other enter. It was only as she felt eyes watching her, as if the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on edge, causing her to stiffen and look up quickly. Seeing that it was one of the newcomers had her relaxing a little and attempting what she hoped was s reassuring and welcoming smile.

Noticing that she wasn't even looking at her and was instead staring at the chocolate caused a genuine smile to pull at her lips. Pushing out the chair next to her, Reyhan slid the box across the table gently in offer, not wanting to overwhelm the girl. After all, Reyhan didn't know what she had been through or if she even liked being around others. She wouldn't be the first.

Esmerelda had only been in the city for about a week, still searching for a permanent residence. She had connected with a few people from the Superhuman Freedom Corps, who had helped her escape, and with some members of the Superhuman Welfare Society. Despite these connections, she had yet to find a safe and secure place to call her own. For the time being, the Superhuman Welfare Society generously allowed her to stay at their base.

Esmerelda wasn’t sure of the time, but her growing hunger was a clear sign that it had been a while since her last meal. Deciding to find something to eat, she stepped out of her room and began to wander the corridor, hoping to locate the kitchen or find someone who could guide her there.

As she moved down the hallway, she noticed the base was quiet, with only the faint hum of activity in the background. She approached one of the doors, pushed it open gently, and was met with an unexpected sight. A brunette woman sat at a table, savouring a piece of chocolate. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the chocolate, she hadn't had any since she was five.

[mysticonsheadcanons]

Esmerelda: it's gonna be impossible to untie the un-untiable stitching on it, trust me, I tried to undo the threading like that once for 20 years and it's impossible to undo, it's undo-able but I don't know how to undo it

Isaiah: I forgot how to undo that knot too

Baarage: and there's no chance I'm cutting the bracelet off, also, you really think the nickname suits me Quasarla?

(Meanwhile)

Me: fair warning to you three, I always triple check every place, and I have high attention to detail so I will know if you pushed chairs back to hide there 😈 and in most scenarios I'm a pro seeker so hide in the one place you think I'd never even think to look! 😈

QUASARLA: I do think the nickname suits you. And maybe we don't need the page. (looks at Esmerelda) Do you remember what it says?

NAIVARA: OK

SARIEL: Sounds good

TONY: Good luck trying to find me.

Note: So it's even more like you're playing hide and seek, I won't tell you where they are in the post (unless you want me to). I have already chosen where they'd be, so if you go to the right room, I'll write it so you find them.

[icedfae]

“Excuse me, what is this about #deadbeatdad? You better start explaining if I’m murdering Christian or if you have another dad I’m going after. I thought you didn’t even know who that was?” Esme was confused, which meant she was coming at Maiya about whatever the hell she had missed in the last week or so. “I brought tequila we’re pregaming and then we’re going out but first you’re telling me what the fuck is happening.” When did she become friends with the ex that she despised not even a month ago? @fckmaiya​

[onebigerror]

↾ ֍ maggie esmerelda ⋯ @darklydescended​​​​ ֎ ↿

{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— the last thing maggie remembered was giving the strange man with the familiar voice a reading. she couldn’t place where she knew him from and although it nagged her to no end he’d been nice enough to her, paying very well and lavishing her with praises. she remembered looking forward to him leaving because the vibes that she had gotten from him weren’t good ones and they left her feeling quite unsettled. maggie didn’t need to be a real fortune-teller to know that something was extremely off with dandy mott. she never remembered him actually leaving…the last thing the fortune-teller remembered was his rather bizarre compliment, if fit could really even be considered a compliment.  ‘you have true talent. it would be a shame to waste the powers inside of you.’

and then she woke up. chained to a bed in a large and rather childish looking room. no one seemed to be around however maggie knew the man she’d read for was somehow behind this. he had to be or he wouldn’t be the last thing she remembered before waking up. “hello!” the blonde cried out, the fear in her voice quite evident as she tugged at her binds. “please! if anyone can hear me, help me! please let me go.” this wasn’t funny maggie was extremely terrified and she just wanted answers. where was she? why was she there? but more than anything maggie wanted to go home and back to jimmy even if she felt like he didn’t love her anymore.

[wethepowered]

"Well yes I am, but I fear we're talking about two different things."" He stepped in front of her in an attempt to stop her in her tracks. Paddy had seen this before, recognising the signs of a panic attack. "Just try and trust me okay?" Taking her hand and placing it gently on his chest. "Copy me and take some deep breaths." He took a deep breath in through his nose and held it before breathing out slowly through his mouth with exaggerated movements. "Now I want you to look around and tell me what you see, we're gonna make up some stories about the people in town, okay?" He inclined his head to the angry looking suit. "See him? He's on the phone with his mother because she told him that he has to be home by seven." He teased trying to distract her.

"I'm okay, honest..." she stated, pacing up and down. "It's just really hot in here — are you hot? Oh god. There's no air... I feel like I can't breathe."

[exilethegame]

Writing Update (07/10/22)

Hello everyone! I managed to write 15k words this week, which means Chapter 5 is currently 181k words.

I was hoping I would finish Esmerelda's scene this week, but unfortunately I got sick halfway through the week and haven't been able to do much.

Next week, I'm also moving (again) and will be without my computer for a couple of days or so since I have to send it in to be fixed. I don't know how long it'll take to get it back (could be three days, possibly up to a week), but either way it will undeniably put me behind on my writing.

I'm hoping this week to A.) Stop being sick and B.) Finish Esmerelda's scene + start the bedrest scene. If I can do those two things, or even just one, I will be a happy camper. I also imagine it'll put Chapter 5 right at around 200k words once I finish those scenes. All that'll be done before I can move on to the second half of Chapter 5 then is to wrap up some loose threads, and then it'll be off to the alpha readers! I can't quite give an estimate on how long that'll take, however, due to how much will be happening in the next week.

Once I finish the "first half" of Chapter 5, I can safely say we're on the home stretch. If you're wondering how that's possible, it's because Part 1 + 2 probably make up ~70% of the chapter. Parts 3 + 4 have much less scenes, but a lot more variation... and, speaking of that variation, I have some precautions in place for when it comes to writing it.

In the second half of the game, you'll be able to choose who you hang out with in a couple of scenes. For my own personal sanity and for the sake of getting this chapter done (and also just b/c it makes sense from a game design perspective) you won't be able to hang out with anyone who you don't have a friendly or better affinity with (with Nikke being the exception... kinda.) So even though I'll be writing multiple versions of a singular scene, I won't be writing multiple variations of multiple versions based on what your affinity is with each character, which saves me a lot, andI mean a lot of time.

That's all for this week. Thanks for reading! :)

[judge-claude-frollo-of-paris]

The flickering light from a solitary torch did little to illuminate within the cold, rough walls. In the back of his mind, Frollo felt a distant echo of his former self recoiling at the betrayal of his faith. With his hand extended and hers withdrawn, he noted the reversal of their roles. Somehow, it seemed harder for the gypsy girl to accept this new hope blossoming from the abysmal pit of this prison. A low, sweet, yet menacing vibration stirred within him, urging their dark compromise. As fate entwined their paths, he resolved to pursue his course as before.

With a hidden grimace, he let his arm fall back to his side, a smirk curling his lips. “As you wish.”

Eager to escape the cramped confines, Frollo approached the door. He produced a key from his robes, the old rusted lock clicking and turning, heavy iron bars creaking open. Her remark caught his attention, igniting a feeling within him as if she had questioned his prowess as the minister of justice.

Placing the key back in his pocket, he fixed his jaded gaze on her, lips twisting into a sneer.

“To my men and all of Paris, I am the law. They will see justice served and abide by my orders,” he asserted. “Surely, you understand this.”

His dark eyes roamed their surroundings. Shadows clung to the corners, the air thick with isolation. The walls bore scratch marks from previous occupants, silent testimonies of despair and the longing for an end to their torment—many of which he knew all too well.

“You, however…” He paused, his tone light and inquisitive. “I wonder how your people will come to grasp your sudden change of heart.”

The footsteps of patrolling guards echoed ominously through the stone corridor. Time felt stagnant as they lingered, the weight of hopelessness amplifying in the suffocating air.

@judge-claude-frollo-of-paris continued

A hand staying close to her chest, her eyes fell to the ground. She could sense him observing her, almost as if it was right through her. A part of her was for once afraid to ask… and she didn’t want to ruin her appetite.

Searching in his eyes, she looked for confirmation. For now, she believed him, from all of the layers that were starting to peel off between them, but some of her guard would remain up. God, she prayed this wasn’t a waste of time and she wasn’t digging herself into a deeper hole. One that would eventually lead to her demise.

A brow rose as her emerald eyes simultaneously moved from his eyes and down to the offered lanky hand.

It was too soon….. Too much…

The dancer rose her feet by her own accord and brushed off the dust from her skirt. “No, not yet…” Her hands were kept at her side, away from his…. Still ambivalent of this “…But I’ll follow.” The strength in her legs had found its way back to her, as she stumbled a little, but eventually walked slowly to the cell door. Glancing over her shoulder, she took one last look to where she remained and the vulnerability that exploded out of her. Never again.. She vowed to herself.

Awaiting the door to unlock, her mind began to turn. In a blink of an instant, her life has changed. Whether for the good or the bad, she’d place a bet on the latter.

“I hope you’re prepared to tell others of the news. Especially your men.”

What was she going to tell her people? They’d probably find out before those words could reach her lips.

[gwinforth]

Tag game: Combine 3 of your comfort/fav characters. What do you get?

tagged by @arathesane - thank you - and I hope whatever stresses you out is taken care of soon. sending good thoughts your way! and I know the Tumblr etiquette now is to reblog and add your addition to tagged posts, but I can’t do it. sorry. starting a new thread. :]

three comfort characters:

Esmerelda (Granny) Weatherwax + Jadzia Dax would just be Nanny Ogg, I think. Add in Aragorn, son of Arathorn and you get... someone who’s......... old. wise. I guess Jadzia brings a lot of warmth, but the other two just aren’t warm at all lol. Like Le Guin said: I like stiff, stuffy, earnest, serious, conscientious, responsible people, like Mr. Darcy and the Romans. 

used the Bakshi animated version of Aragorn bc that was my mental image of him growing up, when I looked up to him, like a nerd.

tagging: @markwatnae @obikakenobi  @theempressar @odense @bewareofdragon @litttlesilkworm​ and as always, anyone else who feels like doing this please do! (and tag me so I surely see it? :D

[moral-turpitudes]

Butterflies 🦋: Part 1

A/N: Tumblr is a bitch so I had to re-upload this lol. Idek why I wrote this but I had an idea about butterflies and I just went with it. Sorry if the ending is a bit lame but I hope you enjoy this cute shit. There will be a Part 2 soon. 

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Mentions of neglect, and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,435

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader

+ I also made Esmeralda have more of an appearance as well and mentioned his younger sister a tiny bit since they absolutely failed at acknowledging them in the show lol.

Summary: Y/n leaves her hometown after she and Bonnie learn they’re going to be parents. But after getting news of some urgent blinder business, Bonnie’s priorities shift as he prepares for his next mission by Tommy, and as he prepares for his new life with Y/n.

Requested: No

Part 1 | Part 2 

Y/n never thought that she’d leave Small Heath, knowing that the very city she was born in was nothing but trouble. She was like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon that wouldn’t budge, wanting to go off and live and do as she pleased without facing the hollow shell of her parents that awaited her at home.

But she never thought she’d get that chance so soon, until she met him. The brown haired boxer boy who came in with stars in his eyes to where she was working on sewing the fighters robes at the ring, asking if she’d do some repairs to his. She always stayed after hours to get time away from her parents, causing her to have more run-ins with him than she could count. And little did she know, he’d tear a small hole in his robe on purpose every now and then just to get the chance to stay after with her and talk, and ultimately walk her home after the sun went down.

The two quickly started dating after a couple more of his boxing matchups, causing a jealous stir in the crowd of girls that she’d always seen sitting up front. But in a flash, she and the infamous Bonnie Gold had been going steady for a full year now. During this whirlwind of a year, she found out she was pregnant with his child and they both, along with his father’s insistence, decided that having her move in would be good for the both of them considering the circumstances back at home and the fact that they had a new addition coming.

But because this was Small Heath, and because nothing ever happened without the blinders coming into any conversation, the town quickly knew of them, along with the growing tensions between outside gangs and the blinders. There had been explosions and chaos ever since the other gangs stepped foot in Small Heath, and they no doubt stalked the boxing rings while the blinders were there, which was making it more risky for her to stay there as Bonnie had been working with the blinders as of late. And everyone in town knew full well that anyone who carried a razor-blade cap also often carried a possible death sentence.

Y/n shuddered at the thought as she reminisced on how she got here. She hated he was working for them, but she wanted to support his dreams nonetheless. As she shook herself from her thoughts, she laid in the back of the vardo, watching the sunlight streaming into the wooden structure. The inside was painted a dark green color, much like the vast expanse of trees surrounding the spot they all stopped at. As she looked up aimlessly, she marveled at the intricate gold-painted wood details that lined the inside of the space, nicely contrasting with the rich colors of the various curtains and small decorations hanging from the windows. As her eyes wandered, she saw the small drawers and a lamp that was resting on the wooden flooring, and a rug with floral patterns and golden thread weaved throughout, taking up the majority of the space.

As she took in her new surroundings, she heard the voices of Bonnie and his father Aberama talking with some people outside. They were voices she didn’t fully recognize.

Y/n stepped out carefully, the fall air creeping up around her dress as she walked down towards them. On her way over, Bonnie’s sister - and her new best friend, stopped her and pulled her gently to the side over by where her and her other sister were setting up breakfast.

“Hey y/n, let me know what Bon says when he gets done meeting with them, I hate him getting involved in that blinder business.” She said, skeptically looking out at them talking with a stone-faced man with two others behind him. They all had their razor-blade caps on, including Bonnie. Y/n knew the men they were talking to as Bonnie had mentioned them before, back when he had just started working with them. She had also met them at plenty of his boxing matches over the year.

“I know Esmeralda. But I’ve met them enough to know they’re not all that bad, but I’ll have a talk with him. Promise.” Y/n said hugging her.

She walked over carefully, draping a hand over her small bump she had forming under her blue dress. The blinders looked over and Bonnie and his dad followed suit, Bonnie tensing a bit as she made her way over. He watched her with a sweet smile, desperately trying to hide the strain in his eyes as he had been told some news about the gangs.

“Good morning love. Sorry for keeping you waiting.” He said as she put her arm around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“What I was saying Mr. Gold, was that we’ll need you both in Small Heath by 9 tomorrow. We have to be ready.” The stone-faced man, Tommy Shelby said to Aberama quietly.

Y/n observed the others and saw that they looked a bit uncomfortable, their trigger-fingers itching for action as usual. But no blood would be spilled, not here anyways.

She felt Bonnie relax as they said goodbye to them, the two of them watching as they walked off towards their cars that were glistening in the sunlight.

“What was that about Bon?” She asked as he walked with her back to where everyone was gathering for breakfast.

“I’ll tell ya later. It’s nothing for you to worry about now love.” He said pulling out a chair for her to sit at and then fixing himself and y/n some of what Esmerelda had cooked.

Y/n tried her best to eat as the morning sickness was more prevalent than in the previous weeks. But she ended up running off anyways to bring it up once again, frustrated at not being able to keep anything down. After getting herself under control, she wandered off to the creek nearby to rest, loving the sounds of the water rushing amongst the trees.

Bonnie sat for a moment fumbling with a small ring in his pocket while talking quietly to his father about the plans for tomorrow. His father noticed and winked as he took it out to glance at it, it was Bonnie’s late mothers ring, but Aberama made sure to keep it for him when he found ���the one.” As he talked about his plans, he couldn’t shake the thoughts of y/n and how she was doing, so he excused himself, hastily shoving the ring back in his pocket, and running towards where she went off to.

Bonnie knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being away from her family, while also not wanting to go back. Her family were like ghosts in a way, they were present, but were never available when she needed them. They never once offered to meet him nor did they take their daughter seriously when she told them her news, and when she left they barely muttered a goodbye.

As he walked into the forested area he remembered that day and how she was sad to leave the town she grew up in, but seeing her finally open up once she was out of the confines of her house was one of his favorite moments. In his eyes she was like a butterfly bursting from a cocoon, ready to see what this new life had to offer. She had always been fragile in a sense, but at the same time so strong which he admired her for.

He heard her crying as he saw her sitting by the creek in the distance.

Slowly walking down towards her, he saw her stand up, wiping away the last of her tears on her hands.

“Y/n? Love are you okay?” He asked quietly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned around and smiled weakly, more tears falling reluctantly to the ground.

She immediately hugged him to her, letting the rest of the tears fall that she had held in for so long.

“What’s wrong love? You can tell me ya know...” he said patting her back gently.

She looked up as he wiped some of the stray tears from her face and sighed.

“I guess I’m just frustrated. I’m frustrated that I can’t eat, and I’m frustrated that you have to go and get involved in all these things for Tommy and them. You all are basically my only family now and I just don’t want you all to get hurt.” She said.

Bonnie pulled her closer to him and kissed her forehead and sighed, looking out at the trees as their branches swayed around them. What he would give to not have to do the things he did, he just wanted to box and to be able to support her but he had to do what he had to in order to keep them safe. Even it meant killing people.

“I’m doing this for us love, you know that right? I know what I’m doing, and so does my dad. No one will hurt you. I promise.” He said.

“Why were they telling you to meet them tomorrow? What was all that about Bon? I doubt it’s about boxing.” She said, a bit of anger taking over as she undid herself from his grasp and sat on a nearby tree stump.

“It’s about the gangs y/n...they’re planning to attack him and have already blown up one of his supply yards and they need our help. He wanted to come to tell us his plan. We’re leaving at 8 tomorrow to meet him, just me and my dad and a couple of the lads.” He said.

“I’m going.” Y/n said looking away from him.

He came over and sat by her, putting his arms around her as she leaned into him.

“As much as I want you to, I can’t let you sweetheart. You need to stay here where it’s safe, because none of them know we’re out here, Tommy made sure of it. It’s not just you I’m thinking about anymore you know. I need you, and I need you both safe.” He said placing a hand on her small bump, as she placed her hand over his, sighing in defeat.

“I guess you’re right, but you better come back so help me god.” She said and got up. Bonnie smirked and joined her as they walked back. A pretty blue butterfly fluttering past, making him smile.

“What’re you smiling at?” She asked smirking as their steps crunched the leaves that were beginning to blanket the ground.

“Did you see that butterfly going past?” He asked.

“No, I was too busy looking at you.” She said smirking as she held his hand.

He grinned. “Well, I was just thinking about how you remind me of it. Beautiful, yet fragile in the best of ways.” He said.

“In what ways am I fragile? Do I look like a mirror or a glass vase or something?” She asked laughing.

“No my love, you’re just fragile in the sense that you’re precious and I’d never want to hurt you. You care so much about everyone and it’s one of the reasons I love you, and why I’m so glad you’re going to be the mother of my child. I mean that...you’re strong and you’ve always been the one to help me out and put up with all my shit for so long. I just want to be able to help you for once. I want you to know that I care about you and that no matter what I’ll always be there for you.” He said stopping and looking down at her.

Y/n smiled and looked up at him, feeling like she could stare at him forever if life permitted.

“I love you too. And I care about you more than you know. We care about you more than you know.” She said cradling her stomach.

“We just want you to be safe, we just want you to come back to us.” She said quietly and walking ahead.

“Y/n...I’ll always come back to you, and with this I definitely will.” He said as he fished for the small ring in his pocket.

Y/n turned around to see him on one knee holding the diamond ring shakily.

“Will ya marry me at least? I’m 100% sure I’d come back knowing you’re the one wearing this.” He asked cheekily.

Y/n stopped and smiled.

“Bonnie fucking Gold are you serious?” She asked stretching out her hand for him to put it on.

“C’mon is it a yes?” He asked as she looked at the ring.

“You could’ve proposed with a piece of string tied together and I would’ve said yes! of course I’ll marry you.” She said smirking and bringing him in for a kiss.

Not soon after, they made their way back to camp and y/n immediately went over to Esmeralda.

“So what’d he say? Oh my god why are you so happy?” She asked raising an eyebrow and sitting down with a cup of tea.

Y/n took a deep breath and told her, no matter the outcome, it had to be said.

“He said they’re going to help the blinders with some peaky business...I tried to tell him I’d go with him and he said no because they’re going to take down a gang that’s been fucking Tommy over. And despite my protests he said it was unsafe for both me and the baby. Anyways, that means it’s me and you running this place until they get back....” Y/n said looking off to see Aberama hugging Bonnie, congratulating him.

“Okay...and that’s a good thing?” She asked as you smiled.

“Well no, I obviously don’t want them to go, but we’d get the place to ourselves for a couple of days, save the couple of others around. Maybe then we could start planning...” Y/n said.

“Planning for wh-“ Esmeralda stopped short as Y/n slowly held her hand up.

“Oh my god yes! I was going to whack him upside the head if he didn’t do it soon. I’m so happy for you! We’re definitely planning this wedding.” She said giving y/n a hug.

Bonnie came over after their little convo and sat with them around the fire, his arm around Y/n’s shoulders as she curled up next to him. As much as she feared for him leaving tomorrow, she believed he’d come back to her, and no matter what happened he’d always make sure his family was safe.

[ggstarterblog]

Here is a list of all the most recent starters. Starting with the Thanksgiving threads.

Thanksgiving Event Starters:

Hal Williams

Sabrina Williams

Serena Van der Woodsen

Kai Jordans

Non Event Starters:

Mary Bowder

Elise Van der Woodsen

Blair Waldorf

Zoya Lott

Stella Wallace

Sarah Cameron

Everleigh Smith

Amy Abbott

Esmerelda Ortiz

Brodi Lane

Issac Fuentes

Xavier Whitmore

Amira Blackstone

Dylan Jackson

Tucker Banks

[icedfae]

New song on the horizon, Esme was doing her due diligence to make herself well known before that fateful day could come. No matter how much she loathed these types of events, her agent had insisted she come and perform one of her hits from Tiktok, knowing it would appease the masses. What she didn’t anticipate was running into Kairi. The girl might as well have been the devil incarnate to her. Someone she would avoid under normal circumstances but there was no one else she deemed worthy to speak to so she would have to do. “Yeah, apparently it’ll get my name out there or whatever else they wanna claim. I don’t think half these people would know good music if it smacked them in the face. What about you? This doesn’t seem like your crowd.”

who: @icedfae

sure, the social event called for a bunch of different people to show up and she's been to enough of these to know that it will only help her career. it wasn't like she wants to do podcasting forever but if it's a step to the right direction, she wasn't about to drop such a great opportunity. what she didn't count for was the who. kairi hadn't expect to see esme when they tried so hard to forget her but they aren't the same person back when they were sixteen and years have passed by for them to get back to being friends. still, couldn't hurt to try, "hey, are you performing tonight?"