#Bonnie gold x y/n

[zablife]

Fighting Demons

Bonnie Gold x gf reader (Tommy's daughter)

Summary: After Bonnie's asked to throw an important fight, you visit to reassure him of your love. However, the shame and anger inflicted by your father's request cause a concerning change in your bf.

A/N: In a recent poll readers said they'd like to read more Bonnie Gold so here's something I've been working on.

Warnings: 🔞 dark!Bonnie, blow job, choking, brief mention of SA

"Do you actually want to spend the evening alone or are you just being obstinate?" your stepmother asked in an exasperated tone. She leaned her ear against the door to see if you would reply. When you remained silent, Lizzie huffed out a breath that signaled her disapproval of your overly dramatic tactics.

"I can't talk any sense into her," she informed Tommy who waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"And what am I to do?" he answered gruffly.

"Tell her he won't be hurt," she answered in a serious tone, lips pursed tightly as soon as she realized how absurd her words sounded.

Tommy looked down at his shoes, head shaking softly as he proclaimed, "He won't."

"You used to be a better liar, Tom," Lizzie noted as she brushed past her husband to the waiting car.

"Fuckin' hell," Tommy swore as his gaze turned toward the upper floors of Arrow House. Before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he climbed the stairs two at a time to seek you out.

Knuckles wrapping against your door, he insisted you open it and afraid not to obey your father, you did. You found a wild eyed madman staring back at you, his voice warning you in a low tone. "Y/n, Lizzie asked you to come downstairs."

You shook your head in response to his demand, stubborn as you'd ever been.

"The car's waiting so I won't ask again," he pressed, tossing your new dress at you. "Now get ready," he demanded before storming out.

You held the beaded garment between your fingertips, uncertain if you could go through with it. Bonnie was facing an undefeated champion tonight, a giant, and there would be nothing you could do to stop the brutality if the hulking man facing him in the ring decided to be ruthless.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you stepped into the dress Polly and Linda helped you choose weeks ago. In those days you'd been excited for you boyfriend, thinking this fight would be an important step in his career.

Now you realized it was nothing more than a spectacle to make your father money. Thomas Shelby had no real interest in the boy who had stolen your heart, the one he was willing to put in the ring with a killer.

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"Have a drink," Linda urged as she glimpsed you fidgeting in your ringside seat.

You accepted the bottle of gin from her hands and took a couple of long swigs before Polly snatched it from you.

"If you keep this up, we'll have to carry you out," she scolded, placing the bottle to her own lips.

Watching you cross your arms over your chest in a childish pout, she glanced from side to side to see if Tommy was nearby. When she realized he was deep in conversation with a paranoid Arthur, she leaned over to you conspiratorially.

"Go and see the boy," she suggested, watching your face brighten at the prospect.

You didn't need to be told twice, eagerly gathering your purse before she could change her mind.

With each quickened step down the dimly lit corridor, the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd began to fade. In the quiet solitude of the locker room, you called out for Bonnie.

"What do you want?" he replied brusquely.

You didn't take the tone personally, knowing he was steeling his mind for the fight. If anything, the hard edge to his voice was turning you on, especially as you drank in the sight of his muscular torso.

"I thought you might like some company," you offered gently as you watched him begin to tape his hands. He didn't look up, but you approached with a glint of mischief in your eye. "You look tense, Bon," you noted sweetly, running a hand between his shoulder blades.

Although he still didn't move, you could sense the involuntary reaction to your touch in the way his skin rippled to goosebumps beneath your fingertips.

"Y/n," he warned in a low growl, vibration carrying through his body to meet your warm palms.

"C'mon, let me help you," you urged dropping to your knees before him. As you looked up into his stormy hazel eyes, you realized you'd finally captured his attention.

Grasping your chin in his hand, nails digging into your flesh possessively, he studied you a moment before demanding, "Did your father ask you to do this?"

Eyes wide at the suggestion, you shook your head against his firm grasp. "Of course not," you answered indignantly and he chuckled at the fire inside you.

"Going to ruin that expensive dress just because you can?" he smirked.

"Want to make you feel good," you shrugged, eyes turning dark and suggestive as you held his gaze. Somehow you couldn't bring yourself to care about the beads digging into your knees when Bonnie's fingers dipped below the waistband of his trunks to push them from his hips.

As his cock sprung free, you licked your lips in anticipation, hand reaching for him before he caught your wrist. "Tell me to win," he urged, the veins in his arm protruding as he held you fast.

"You've won my heart and I'll always see you as a champion. Isn't that enough?" you asked, trying not to allow the ache in your chest to spoil the moment.

Bonnie only scoffed as he released you, guiding his leaking tip to your waiting lips. Holding the back of your head as he pushed himself past the soft press of your kiss, he uttered a shaky sigh. "Then treat me like a champion," he whispered, remembering all the times before when you'd come to him after a fight more than eager to celebrate his victory.

Without need of words, you knew he was imagining those moments of triumph and you allowed yourself to return to a time when you would join him after a match. His blood and sweat covered body pressing against you, chasing an even greater high together.

The next few moments were a blur of sloppy movements, your hungry mouth devouring his growing length. Both of you panting in wanton desire for the other. Bonnie's hips began to jerk at the stimulation and you rested a palm against his muscular ass cheek to accept him further into your throat, a desperate moan escaping around him.

However, that's when you realized how much adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His thighs began to twitch and his fingers wound into your locks like anchors. Before you knew what was happening, he was thrusting into your face with abandon, chin tilted toward the ceiling as his eyes squeezed shut.

There was no way for him to tell you were struggling for breath beneath him, his only thought using you like he would his fist or a cheap whore. Attempting to pull your head away, he held you tightly, palms pressing against your ears until you could hear no sounds except your gags and retches.

Your lungs burned from lack of oxygen wondering if he would release you when a loud grunt signaled his peak. "Swallow," he instructed and you tried to relax as the thicks ropes of cum hit your tongue. There was too much and little rivulets began streaming from the sides of your mouth in protest to match the streaks of mascara coating your cheeks.

As soon as his strong hands released you, you fell backward, heaving for breath. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your watery eyes searched Bonnie's for some idea of what he'd been thinking.

"Wh-why did you do that?" you asked, feeling hurt and confused. He'd never been so rough with you.

"Finally taking what's mine," Bonnie replied coldly.

"This is about my father, not me," you insisted. "If you're angry..."

"Fucking right, I am!" he interrupted in a booming voice that echoed menacingly off the tiled walls. "My reputation is ruined after tonight and for what? So your Da can line his pockets!"

You shook your head, wanting to explain how he'd gotten it all wrong, but you knew what he said was true. Quickly trying to think of a silver lining, you offered, "You'll be paid well so even if you don't have another fight..."

However, the thought of his career ending tonight ignited a vengeance in Bonnie. "Maybe I'll collect my payment now then," he hissed at you, spinning you around to face the wall and press your cheek to the cold tiles.

As you felt him rip at your dress, beads scattering along the floor, you began to scream. "No, Bon! Not like this," you begged, looking over your shoulder at him with watery eyes.

"You knew your father was using me and you didn't care so long as you kept living in luxury," he accused with venomous tongue.

"Th-that's not true...I love you," you protested through sniffles. "You know I want to marry you, have your children..." you babbled, hoping to bring him around.

"Stop lying!" he shouted over you, his large hand clamped around your neck, turning your hiccuped sobs into little more than a whispered gasp for breath.

Vision blurring from lack of oxygen you made one last attempt to free yourself, kicking back at him with as much force as you could muster. You only succeeded in making him angrier, his hand lowering to rip your underwear away.

Listening as he stroked himself back to hardness behind you, you felt your body go numb and your mind blank with no way to subdue him.

"After I win tonight, you're going to tell your Da it was your decision. You wanted the father of your child to have a future," he instructed, punctuating his request with one powerful thrust.

Bonnie lasted all twelve rounds, making Tommy and Arthur visibly nervous as he'd been expected to go down in the eighth. A knock out finished Goliath at the last moment, Bonnie flashing a bloodied, yet triumphant grin to the crowd.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Tommy asked through clenched teeth.

"Ask your daughter," Bonnie replied, eyeing your trembling form waiting by the ring.

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The Big Fight (Part 2)

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N Warning: Smut, fluff, swearing Summary: It was the day after your found out your brother had been killed, and Bonnie tried to make you feel better in a special way. 

It was the day after your brother had died, and Bonnie stayed with you the entire time. He woke up in the middle of the night when you woke up crying and you couldn’t be more grateful for him because he did that for you, even thought you barely knew each other. You woke up finally in the morning around 10 am. You felt as if you slept on something hard. You opened your eyes to see a naked chest under your head. Knowing it was Bonnie, you sat up slowly seeing him sleeping soundly. You turned in the bed and put your feet on the cold ground, trying to be as quiet as you could be not to wake him knowing he was up very late with you. You stood up and adjusted you’d night gown as your crossed the room to go into the bathroom. 

“Hey, you okay?” You heard and groggy Bonnie behind you. You turned to see him sitting up in your bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Go back to sleep. You were up late.” You told him. 

“No, I’m okay I got plenty of sleep.” He said getting out of your bed only wearing his pants. 

“You were sweating last night so I took my shirt off to make you more comfortable.” He said looking down at his body. 

“Thank you.” You said to him with a small smile.

“Well go ahead and get ready I have something planned for us today.” He said grabbing his shirt and putting it on. 

“Bonnie, I’m really not in the mood for anything, besides laying in my bed.” You told him. 

“Come on, love. It’s nothing big, just trust me. Let me help you.” He said closing the gap between the two of you. 

“Fine.” You said rolling your eyes and going to your closet to get clothes. You grabbed your favorite cozy button down, along with a cozy pair of pants. You went to the bathroom, and changed. 

“This good enough?” You asked Bonnie walking out in the attire you really didn’t try with. 

“Perfect.” He said with a smile. He grabbed your jacket off the back of your door and held it open to help it onto you. You walked to him and put your hands in either arm holes. 

“Alright, let’s go.” He said taking your hand and leading you out your bedroom door then to the front door. 

“Where are you two going?” You heard Polly say from behind you, sitting at the table with Tommy. 

“I’m taking her out to hopefully Chee her up a bit, Miss. Grey.” Bonnie said turning around. 

“You got a gun, son?” Tommy asked standing and walking closer to you two. 

“Yes, Mr. Shelby. She will be safe. I promise you that.” He said. 

“Good, watch for Italians.” He said. 

“Tom, I’m also a Shelby, Remember that.” You said before walking out if the house. Bonnie followed behind you, he walked passed you to open the door to the car for you and then went around the get into the driver seats. He started the car and drove away. 

“Bonnie, Where are we going?” You asked about 20 minutes into your drive. You were now in the fields, just trees and fields all around you. 

“We are almost there. Just hang on a bit longer.” He told you with a smile. You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window, taking in the view of just calmness. Way different then small heath, and London. All of sudden you turned off of the road you have been on for what felt like hours. 

“We are here.” He said with a smile on his face as he parked on the dirt road. You looked out the window and saw a carriage with, a horse. Something you missed from your childhood. You smiled at Bonnie and jumped out of the car so fast. 

“You did this? For me?” You asked rounding the car to look at him .

“Of course I know how gypsies are, and I know what helps them. You need to travel. It’ll help you.” You smiled jumping into his arms and hugging his so tight. After a moment of that, you jumped down. 

“Thank you.” You said smiling up at him. 

“Anytime, love.” He said with a smile. 

“Well should we go?” He asked as you just stood there. You just smiled and ran to the carriage and the horse caught your eye. Beautiful black horse, huge hooves and beautiful hair. You went over and pet it down its back. 

“It’s Tommy’s. He let me take her today.” Bonnie said walking up to you. Well, now you feel like an asshole the way you talked to him before you left. You’re brother actually cared how you were feeling. You two got into the carriage, Bonnie took the reins and you two were off. 

“So where are we going?” You asked looking over at him 

“Its a surprise.” He said with a little giggle at the end. You rolled your eyes and averted your eyes back to the forrest that you rode through. Taking in the beautiful scenery, and remember back to when you were a kid, your brothers all beside you, in the carriage. Before you knew it, the bouncing of the carriage, and the clacking of the horses hooves, soothed you to sleep. About 20 minutes later you felt the carriage come to a halt waking you from your nap. You were leaning up against Bonnie as you awake. 

“Sorry, I don’t know how I fell asleep.” You told him sitting up and stretching. 

“Its no problem. It would put me to sleep to if I hadn’t been on the road as long as you have been.” He said setting the reins down. You looked around and you were in a big field, that had a river running through it. You were posted up right in front of the river. You heard the water splashing up against the walls of the river and the current quickly moving. 

“Gosh, did I miss this.” You said getting out of the carriage and breathing deeply the open, clean air. 

“It looks good on you.” He said looking over at you as you went to pet the horse that pulled you two to the beautiful destination. 

“What does?” You said smiling but not taking your eyes away from the beautiful beast in front of you. 

“This destination. The traveling. The calmness it brings you.” Bonnie said walking up behind you and petting the main of the horse. You smiled as your turned around to look at him. 

“Well, it’s because of you I’m able to do this today.” You said smiling up at him not much space between the two of you.

“Well, I like you y/n. I don like you seeing upset, and I know as a gypsy that hasn’t been on the road in a long time, that could help me through hard times.” He said placing this had on your cheek and rubbing it softly with his touch hands. You closed your eyes relaxing into his hand. 

“Thank you, Bonnie.” You said opening your eyes again slowly, even closer to him than before. 

“Anytime, anywhere, love.” He said before he placed a kiss on your lips. As he started to pull away, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him into the kiss again, deepening it. As panting started between the two of you trying to gasp for air between kisses. He took your legs and wrapped them around him and began carrying you. He set you on the opening of the back of the carriage and not detaching his lips from yours. You pulled his jacket off of him and threw it on the ground behind him along with his hat. You moved back further into the carriage to allow him to get in. He hoped up into it, and crawled over to you. 

“You sure you want to do this?” Bonnie asked inches from your face. 

“I’m very, very sure.” You said with a smile. He smiled back at you and quickly helped you out of your jacket. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders of took them off his shoulders and ripped the buttons off his loose white button down exposing his torso to the cool air that blew from the outside into the back of the carriage. Bruises, and cuts, peppered his skin from the fight the day before. Pushing you out of your thoughts, he attached his lips to yours once again and fell back into the pile of pillow and blankets. He ran his hands up your shirt causing goosebumps to form all over your body in ecstasy, not of being cold. You hadn’t been touched in you rodent even know how long. But, Bonnie. Bonnie, made you feel different then just a fuck like you have only ever had. 

As he ran his hand up your torso he removed your shirt and threw it to your side exposing your naked chest to him. He sat up on his knees between your legs to take you in. You smiled at him, and rolled your eyes, sitting up and unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers as far as they could go. After that, you did the same for yourself, but taking them off all the way. Now laid, completely naked and exposed to Bonnie. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful , Love” He said holding each side of your hips and squeezing. 

“Yeah? Then show me how beautiful I am. Ey?” You said smiling up at him. He grinned down at you and quickly attached his lips to your hard nipples, causing a soft moan to escape from between your lips. You ran your hands through his thick curly hair. After a few moments of him attacking your breasts with his amazing mouth you pulled his lips back yours and attacked his tongue with yours. 

“Fuck me, Bonnie.” You told him as you held eye contact with him. 

“Yes ma’am.” He said before grabbing his cock between the two of your and lining his self up with your entrance. Looking back up at you for confirmation. You just shook your head at him with a smile. As you did so, he slowly slid into you causing a loud groan to exit the both of you. 

“Fuck, Bonnie.” You groaned out lowly. 

“Yeah, you like that love?” He asked looking into your eyes and keeping a slow pace. 

“Fuck yes.” You said arching your chest up to him and he attached himself too your buds. 

“Bonnie. Fuck me harder.” You groaned out as your wrapped your arms around his neck and putting your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. 

“Yeah? You want that love?” He said looking at you. 

“Yes, please Bonnie. Please.” You cried out. As you said he got up on his knees and grabbed ahold of your hips to keep himself steady and to pull you hard into him. He began to pump faster, and faster causing you to grab ahold of his forearms and squeezing. 

“Fuck ‘El, Bonnie. I’m going to cum.” You yelled out feeling a knot form in your stomach. As you spoke those words, Bonnie lifted you up, he still in his knees, his cock not leaving the inside of you, you planted your feet on either side of him now in a squatting position. He began again pouring up into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, helping you stay upright, but he also had a hand planted right between your shoulder blades, and the other hold one of your ass cheeks. 

“Go ahead love. Cum.” He whispered into your ear and softly kissing your neck and pouring even harder into you. At a lose of words, and breathe you mouth just hung open as your pussy pulsated around his cock. 

“Fuck love. I don’t think I can hold on any longer either with the pussy of yours.” He said. With that you pushed him back so he was on his back, and his head just on the edge of the door to exit the carriage. You sunk deeper onto him now and began rolling your hips on him. 

“Go head, Love. Cum.” You told him. With that he grabbed ahold of your hips and pounded up into you very hard causing another wave to overcome your body. 

“Fuck. I love that cock Bonnie. Your going to make me cum again.” You cried out. 

“Cum with me love.” He said licking his finger and rubbing on your clit causing electricity to pulsate through your body and your walls pulsate around him. 

“Yes, love. Yes. Cum inside of me.” You cried out and with that he did as you did along with him. 

“Fuck.” You said as you fell back onto the pillows and blankets. Feeling Bonnie, climb next to you, and laid down now with his pants pulled back up. He pulled you into him and covered you with a blanket. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. 

“For what Love?” He asked running his fingers up and down your arm. 

“Helping me feel better. Doing all this. Never have had anyone go through this much to just help me feel better.” You said still with your eyes closed. 

“Anytime. Anywhere.” He said kissing the top of your head. Wit that you slowly drifted to sleep.

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

(Someone please write this!!)

This is an idea where Y/n is Thomas Shelby’s daughter AND Luca Changretta’s niece AND is in love with Bonnie Gold:

Omg imagine Tommy Shelby met an American woman before the war and they fell in love and then when Tommy went to the war, her parents took her back to America and she gave birth to their daughter, Y/n. Tommy thought that the both of them had died, but they hadn’t. When Y/n was a teenager, her uncle, who happens to be plot twist… Luca, takes her in after her Mom died. Now she’s in her 20s (she’s not involved in any crime and doesn’t know about any of her families criminal activities, on either side) and she really wants to know who her dad is so she sneaks out and travels to England where she meets her Dad, Thomas Shelby! Tommy did not know that the woman he fell in love with so long ago was Luca’s younger sister. Y/n and Tommy get really close and he loves his daughter more than anything and is super protective. And all of the Shelby’s absolute love and protect her! And imagine she falls in love with Bonnie!! And when Tommy finds out she’s Luca’s niece he’d be shook, and he’d be shook to walk in on Bonnie kissing his daughter (he’d lose his mind lmao), so basically Y/n United 3 crime families, Shelby, Gold, and Changretta lol, so no wars between them!! Y/n doesn’t like violence and is really sweet and innocent and everyone just really loves her🥹

[geeky-politics-46]

HEY! I just wanna say that your write is amazing! Really, I love so much your fics!

I saw that your requests are actually open, and if you still acepted requests, what characters of peaky blinders you write? I have some ideas (for kinktober and in general)

Aww thank you so much! Now that we are in the dead month of Dec for my normal job, I'm hoping to get a lot more writing done.

My requests are pretty much always open, lol. I love working on stories you guys submit. For Peaky Blinders, my main two are Arthur & Tommy. I will also gladly write for Alfie, John, and Isiah. Finn, Michael, and Bonnie aren't my faves but I would write for them too if requested.

Feel free to submit whatever you like! There's not a lot that I won't write, with the exception of obviously underage & other illegal things (consensual non-consent is fine & borderline consent is it depends).

[onlyangel4]

your love's like. mv1. smau.

max verstappen x wife!reader

a slip of the tongue leads to max revealing that he married his long term girlfriend in private.

faceclaim: aitana

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f1wags posted a story

written: max verstappen's long term girlfriend y/n y/ln has arrived in zandervoort ready for max's home race

y/ninsta posted a story

written: bonnie is so excited to watch her dad race

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f1updates: max verstappen's girlfriend y/n y/ln and dog bonnie have arrived at the paddock ready for media day, this is bonnie's first time in the paddock!

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user1: cat dad max verstappen and dog mum y/n y/ln are the best pairing ever made

user2: it is so funny that all the other drivers have tiny designer dogs and max just has bonnie, whom his girlfriend found behind a bin three years ago

user3: i just saw a video where bonnie spotted daniel and ran towards him almost pulling poor y/n over

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written: our dog is better than your dog. scuderiaferrari. alpinef1team

maxverstappen posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: busy day today but ready for qualifying tomorrow

maxverstappen posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: got my lucky charm, ready for race day

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f1updates: in a surprise turn of events lando norris has gotten pole position for tomorrow.

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user4: i bet max is mad

user5: y/n running over to him before he had to go and do an interview was the cutest thing ever she gavbe him a kiss whispered in his ear and then left

user6: guys wtf was that interview

f1wags

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f1wags: i genuinely have no words...

interviewer: "i bet you are dissapointed that you do not have pole for your home race"

max: "i am disapointed but not discouraged, i have won from much worse places than second but i did want to get pole. you know, show off in front of my wife"

interviewer: "your wife?"

max: "oh shit, y/n is going to kill me"

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user7: mum and dad are married and they never told us

user8: he looked so panicked when he realised he messed up

user9: the camera panning to y/n shaking her head was comedy gold

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written: surprise !

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y/ninsta: 03.08.2023

the best day of my life

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maxverstappen: i love you so much

y/ninsta: i love you too, even if you did leak our marriage to the world

danielricciardo: that picture of jimmy makes me die every single time

y/ninsta: my son is a refined gentleman

user10: they have been married for over a year what the actual fuck

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Spurs and Chaps

𖤐Pairing: Bounty Hunter! König x Outlaw! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, fluff, language, old friend to lovers, enemies to lovers, mention of violence, guns, P in V, age gap, groping, nipple play, badass Y/n, kissing/making out,

𖤐Summary: König the bounty hunter had to bring in outlaw Y/n but does he really have to bring her in?

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"Little lady you must have me as a fool?"

"No, sir."

Y/n puts the tip of her heel into the dirt as she flirts with the man in front of her. She just wanted one thing from this man, his money.

"Oh yes!"

"Fuck," loud moans filled the room, the man trying to keep his pants up as he has Y/n pinned to the wall behind her, he bucks his hips up into her, she moans, gripping his hair and kissing his lips.

They both fell on the soft bed behind the man, Y/n undressing herself, her holster on her thigh containing her pistol, she kisses down his chest to his stomach, one hand guiding down and then other resting on her gun.

He looks down at her and sees her hand on her gun.

"Hey, wait a min-" before he could speak another word, he was shot with a lead bullet between his eyes.

"Fucking disgusting," she says, getting off the guy and grabbing her skirt and dirty tank top, she digs around for his sack of gold and soon found it, she smiles and sticks it inside her shirt. She finds her boots and her long black leather coat, she heads out of the whore house and grabs her hat on the way out.

"Another one bites the dust," she says, opening the satchel on her horse's side sticking the gold sack into with all the others. She starts to sum as she gets on the back of her horse. She clicks her tongue and starts walking out of the bum rusted town.

She was acting cool and collected as if she say didn't just kill someone and robbed them.

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"Heard she's in Rosewood...you might want to check there...König."

"Tell me again...who am I after?"

"Her name is Y/n L/n, her bounty the highest I've ever seen, even for a woman, $790,000, not even Bonnie's bounty was this high. Was raised by her father who turned out to be Good Old Cyrus L/n, robbed the whole North City blind, was caught and rotted away in prison. Y/n was taken to an orphanage where she raised herself to become an outlaw, it started off as candy stealing then soon made it's way up from pick pocketing, now, she kills then takes." The Sheriff says.

"Sir, her last slighting was in Rosewood, now she's being on the move," his deputy says.

"Well, then, I guess you better get moving, Bounty Hunter."

"I'll see you when I have her."

"If we see you again," the Sheriff says.

König loaded up his horse, clicked his tongue and went South to Rosewood hoping he'll run into Y/n.

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It's been a few days, and Y/n has settled into a small town called Winslow, it was like her little hideaway, everyone knows who she is, but no one will ever give her away to the Sheriff and his Deputies.

Y/n sits on the back porch of her little home, she was in some jean shorts, and small white tank top that showed off her hardened nipples and her black boots.

Y/n was cleaning her old clothes she worn, she goes back into her lovely home and she grabs some whiskey from her top cabinet and opened the bottle, chugging some of it. Heading back outside to hang the rest of the clothes.

"Y/n..." She stops what she is doing and turns to see.

"König? How's the Bounty Hunting going?" She asked, knowing he's after her.

"Oh you know...I'm here for a little someone," he says.

"Me?" She says, her back turned to him.

"It's been a while, I just wanted to...catch up with you before, I take you to the Sheriff."

"How? Hmm? What could you have in mind, Bounty Hunter," she giggles at him, she stood up to face him, he looks down at her getting a view of her chest.

"You're a tease, just like I remember," he says, putting his hand on her cheek.

König and Y/n were old friends, even though they grew up differently, Y/n was taught to steal and be a bad person and König was taught to be a good guy. Growing up differently but still how became friends. They don't even know how it happened, and when they got older König picked up being a bounty hunter and Y/n was on the run from law enforcement.

Now did König and Y/n have some sort of relationship? Yes. Again they don't know how it happened, it was just a simple one night that turned into 3, then 4, next they they knew it 5, but it had to stop, it would look bad for a bounty hunter to be sleeping with a bounty.

It would ruin König's reputation.

"Did you take the job because of the money or to see me, again?" She asked him.

"I guess the money...I didn't know I was going after you till I was called in to help."

"Called in? You mean, you didn't see my WANTED paper? The Sheriff called you in?"

"Yeah. He asked for...the best of the best," he says.

"I see," she says, she walks past him, her hand sliding on his chest as she was heading inside. "If you want...you can come inside, König."

he smirks and follows her inside the house. She kicked her boots off at the back door.

"Take your shoes off, I don't want dirt tracked through my house."

"Since when did you ever care about the dirt?"

"Since I've lived here, I love my home, and want it clean and nice and neat," she says.

"But you kill for fun."

"And I can keep my personal life out of my work life."

"Killing is work?"

"Yep," she then turns to him. "Tea?"

"Water is fine," he says.

Y/n gave him some water and then watched him chug it, she smirks up at him, she bends down and kisses his chest down to his stomach, lifting his shirt and kissed his toned stomach.

"Liebe (love)."

"Do you think, I'll ruin your reputation?" she asks, looking up at him, he cups her chin.

"You know you will," he says.

"Good," she says, standing up and kissing his lips. She then pulls down his mask, "There's that face, I've missed...I could ruin you so easily," she teased.

"You ruining me? Doubt it," he chuckles.

König picks her up and slams her back to her wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, she then kisses his neck, he groans, he plops on her messy couch.

König then removes his jacket, and removes his shirt, he then tries to unbuckle his pants, but Y/n ends up helping him. Pulling his pants down and taking them off him, she kisses his bulge, he groans, cupping her chin.

"Fuck, I missed you," he says, leaning down kissing her temple, she moves back to laying on top of him.

"I've missed you too," she says, kissing his lips.

His hands roamed over her body. She then sits up and starts removing her clothes, König then helps her removing her tank top and kissed between her breasts. Kissing her breast and licking at her bud.

She moans, holding his head and playing with his hair, and kissing the top of his head. König then messes with her shorts pulling them off.

König pumps himself a few times, before sliding himself into her. She put her head back moaning his name and squeezing around him, he puts his hands on her waist, she starts rocking back and forth, König smirks, the sex was nice, and soft. It's suppose to be meaningless sex, but it's hard when König still loves Y/n.

Y/n looks down him, leaning over him, moving her hair on one side of head and then kissing his lips. She then starts moving a bit faster.

"No, no, keep going slow, take your time, don't rush anything," he says.

"It's just been so long."

"I know," he cups her face and starts kissing her face, then under her chin and then her lips again.

Y/n looks down at him, he slowly starts to sit up, holding her close to his body, as he bucks his hips up but she started to do the work again, bouncing up and down on him.

"God, you feel so good," König says. He loves feeling her gummy walls holding his cock inside of her.

"You do too," she moans, putting her head back. His hands then start going up her chest and squeezing her chest and playing with her nipples. She moans and looks at him.

"Are you g-going to turn me in?" She asked.

"Do you want me to turn you in?"

"No...I want you to myself, I don't want to be in jail," she moans.

"Aww~" he teases her.

Y/n then could feel herself about to cum, König smirks as cum shoots up into Y/n. Y/n smirks and then bounces a bit more and felt herself squirt on his lower stomach.

He smirks, chuckles a bit, Y/n then leans forward and then kissed his lips.

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König laid naked on Y/n's bed, Y/n next to him, he could turn her in so easily, but he can't do that to her. König looks over at her and moves her hair from her face.

"You can go if you want to," she says.

"No...not yet...I want to be here with you," he says.

"You can leave."

"No, not yet," he says, moving closer to her and holding her to his chest.

König kisses her forehead and kissed her lips, he holds her close and moves her hair from her face.

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König was on his horse, looking at the house being light up by small lamps, he was leaving for the night, he doesn't know if he'll come back and see her again, but he wonders if he should put a small hold on bounty hunting and come live with Y/n for a little while.

He travels back to West Dale to see the Sheriff and tell him the news.

That he could not find Y/n.

Y/n woke up to no one next to her, she pats the cold empty spot next to her and thought about König, he's been gone for...so many years and now he came back to have sex with her and left, he didn't bring her in, so did he care about her?

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It's been weeks now. Y/n was on her front porch, she was doing some house work, putting up nice plants, around the house.

"Need any help?" Y/n stops and turns to the man's voice.

"König?"

"Have you done any killing lately?" He chuckles.

"Never," she teased.

"Could you help me with the other hanging plants?"

"Sure, liebe (love)."

[lilahisntsadanymore]

A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:

hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly

Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader

Words count: 2.1k

Warnings: none I think

Y/f/n - your father's name

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Actions & consequences

Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.

"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.

"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."

Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.

They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.

The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.

Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.

"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.

Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.

Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.

"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.

Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."

Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"

"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"

"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."

"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"

Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.

"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."

"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."

"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"

"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."

Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.

"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."

"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"

"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."

"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."

"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."

"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"

"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.

Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."

Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"

The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.

"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.

"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.

He was disappointed. "Nothing..."

Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.

"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"

"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"

The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.

"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."

"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."

"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."

"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"

"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"

"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."

"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"

"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"

"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."

Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.

"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."

"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"

"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."

Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.

They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.

"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.

"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"

"But he-"

"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."

"That's not fair!"

"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."

Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."

Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.

"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?

Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.

"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.

"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.

There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.

"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.

Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.

"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."

[shojizbae]

Hobie's Innocent Girlfriend

Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

♛♜

Can you just imagine Hobie with a super innocent type of girlfriend? not that creepy type of couple where a guy dates someone younger than him and she's all infantilized. His girlfriend is actually older than him but she was raised in a conservative protestant house (the national religion of Britain) and hasn't shaken her upbringing despite being in university. They met in a guitar class, (her being classically trained and wanting to expand her skills) Hobie was there because he could sneak in and figure out a riff that he hadn't yet nailed.

She was instantly fascinated by him because he looked so different than what she was used to seeing. Heavy chains that rattled with every step and scratched pin on a sleeveless jacket caught her eye. He spotted her because she looked like something off of a private school pamphlet. neat long coiffed hair, thin gold wristwatch and pleated skirt. everything about her screamed elitist old money.

He was shocked though when she walked over at the end of the class. She told him his name and pointed to a pin on his denim vest.

"What is a sex pistol?" she folds her hand behind her back.

"It's a band. They yell at rich pricks for acting like they are better than the rest of everyone."

"Cool!" he tries to carry on the conversation but she continues to get pissed off by her. Everything she is is everything he stands against. ad going against his grain is pretty rocking. She is one bonnie. He claims that he slowly seduced her. In actuality, she was the one who accidentally got him hook, line, and sinker. They start dating after a month or two of knowing each other.

Hobie is so irredeemably in love with her. And they look so out of place with each other. Half of her belongings are pink all of her socks have ruffles. Hobart is so grungy and dirty compared to her. But (Y/n) is absolutely enamored by him. She is fascinated by how different and real he is. Every time she comes over to his house she looks out of place but it makes his heart ga-lump every time he sees her picking through his collection of vintage pins. One day while looking through his desk full of knick-knacks she finds a neglected spiked bracelet.

"Hobie?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can I have this bracelet?" he hears the clink of a snap and sees the ratty piece of leather with tarnished pewter spikes. He notices how it looks so out of place on your ‘pretty in pink’ look and his heart thrums at the disruption.

“Yeah love, looks great on you.” He tries to bite back the smile forming on his face.

Another time you two are making out and and you get caught on his lip ring. Not physically just mentally. Your in his lap, straddling him, finger threes in the back of his hair. He’s got his hands on your ass and he uses them to keep you as close as possible. He tries to pull back for air but he notices that you’re adhered to his lips like a damn leech.

“Dear, what’s gotten into you?” He smirks in contentment

“I love that little hoop Hobie.” She smirks and half licks her lips

“Yeah?” He questions punctuating with a kiss.

“Yeah.” She chases his kiss as he pulls away.

“Well maybe we should get you some.”

“Ok,” she climbs back in him taking a more dominant stance than before. Hobie loved when she got riled up. She was so hot. That following night Hobie found a piercing shop and even booked an appointment.

Hobie had to hold her hand the whole time she was getting pierced. She didn’t go so extreme as he did with his dermals. Instead she walked out with a bar through her tongue, a nostril hoop, and seven different cartilage piercings. It was going to be torture not to kiss her for “4-6 weeks” he rolled his eyes at that. Somehow though her body healed much quicker than the piercer thought and she was able to return just 16 days later to get a smaller bar in her mouth. She did add one nipple ring and something glittery in her bellybutton.

Hobie was over the moon about being able to kiss her but now he could only play with one titty and he loved both of your titties. He was extra tic to see you become a more punk person while still holding all of your values. And your hole punched ears could be easily hidden if you wore your hair down. You did however have to skip Christmas claiming sickness instead of returning to your family.

Hobie was beside himself. On the one hand Christmas is a Marxist celebration that’s been stripped of its initial pagan roots and been commercialized into a plot for capitalism. On the other hand you were very upset that you couldn’t go home to have mass with your family because you knew they would disapprove of your piercings and of Hobie. Both things you loved endlessly.

I order to cheer you up Hobie had to sacrifice all of his pride. He bought you a few presents, mostly thing you’ve said you need for your flat which he has sporadically moved into. He pinned mistletoe on oversold way with tape because your landlord is a complete asshole. He made you breakfast in bed and told you to get dressed. There was a church nearby and as much as he hated organized religion he hates to see you upset far much more.

The whole time you were smiling. You sang every word to every song. Even before the priest was done quoting the scripture you would cite it. When you got home he made brunch as you set out presents around the tiny plastic tree. Every time you passed through a door way he would trot over to you and say something sly like

“Oh look what we have here? Looks like you need to kiss me.” And you two ended up turning off the stove and shagging like animals in heat.

slowly though, you start to rub off on him

he starts using your fancy expensive ass skincare. You find him napping under your giant fluffy chunky knit blanket; especially after late-night spider escapades. He especially takes on your drama shows and soap operas. He loves when you throw one of your fluffy robes at him when he forgets to grab a towel after the shower.

Eventually, he wears you down enough to introduce him to your parents. they're terrified of what he could be because for over 2 years you've hidden him from them. they're shocked because you squeezed him into a cashmere sweater and slacks. His hair was combed and his piercings had been removed. You manage to scrape through the dinner with no bonfire temper tantrums from your mom. When you finally get back in your car he sighs and tears the sweater off. He drives you home completely shirtless and is grunting and moaning the whole time.

"Love, if you ever make me wear a button-down shirt again, I'll cut the nipples and arms off of it."

"What?" she shreiks

"Yeah, and I'll shag you in front of your old man."

"Hobie!" you slap his bare chest

"I can't help it love, you get me going." He put a hand on your thigh and gives them a gentle rub.

"Hobie wait until we make it home!"

"What, c'mon! You won't even jerk me off a little babe? Please?"

"Well, you sit with the thought for a moment. "You did so well playing house for me. And, you look pretty hot right now." you pull your seatbelt from behind your back and shift your hips around "Maybe just a little." you pull your hair into a ponytail and pull down his zipper. Let's just say Hobie's foot was on the gas pedal all the way to the apartment.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can i request Apollo and loki(separated) x Bonnie Parker! Reader (in the romantic sense)

-Many believed that you didn’t belong in Valhalla, you were one of the most notorious thieves in history, you killed others, and you led one of the biggest crime sprees American history alongside Clyde, who unfortunately didn’t come to Valhalla with you.

-You didn’t mind Valhalla, as you didn’t have to want for anything, as everything was provided for you, but you grew bored, there was no thrill anymore, and anything you stole wasn’t actually stealing, since everything was free.

-That’s when you learned of something that could give you the thrill you were looking for, stealing from the gods, because they’re belongings weren’t like the things you and other humans would be given.

-You started off small, taking jewelry after you would ‘accidentally’ bump into them, but after a while that grew boring as well, you grew greedy for thrill and started breaking into the homes of the gods.

-You were quick to get attention on yourself, being chased around and you couldn’t help but grin, feeling the thrill- this is what you wanted!!

-You caught the attention of (Love) who thought you were amusing, seeing your thrill-seeking nature via stealing from others, he knew that you were a thief, but you seemed to enjoy it- like you lived for the thrill it gave you.

-He wanted to know more about you, but when he tried to approach you to chat you up you left him stunned after you turned on him, talking rather aggressively towards him, telling him to buzz off- like you weren’t up to chatting.

-That’s what started (Love) seeking you out, constantly trying to talk to you and despite your gruff and rather rude nature, he never was deterred- in fact it actually seemed to spur him on even more!!

-(Love) concluded that he had to get your attention in a special way by having something you wanted, something of value that you could steal from him, and he laid the plan out, waiting for you to take the bait.

-Loki- He grinned, looking down at his wallet that had large bills inside of it, “Perfect! I have the money I need to purchase that super expensive weapon!” he said this loudly, purposefully getting your attention while you were at a café, he could see the sparkle in your eyes, hearing that he had a large wad of cash ripe for the taking! Like he expected a short while later, after entering and leaving another shop, you were walking towards him, looking annoyed and you bumped arms with him, “Hey watch where you’re going! What- you again?! I told you to leave me alone!” Loki was stammering as people were looking, hearing you telling him to leave you alone before you turned, walking off. You couldn’t help but grin once you stepped around a corner, opening his wallet to see the money before rose petals burst out from his wallet, showering you and your eyes went wide. Loki popped up beside you, “I found you my lovely thief- looks like my plan to surprise you worked! I wanted to give you something as lovely as yourself, but nothing was as lovely, so I just made you even more lovely!” Your face flushed bright red, showing a new face to him as you glared, snapping his wallet shut before shoving it back at him, holding a hand to your face, trying to hide your blush, “Whatever!” you were just too cute as you ran off. Loki smiled, opening his wallet to remove the last of the rose petals, “She took my money!”

-Apollo- You heard the squealing nymphs up ahead before you heard Apollo laughing, making you roll your eyes softly, as he had been quite persistent about chasing after you for some reason, wanting to spend time with you. You rounded the corner, seeing Apollo looking flashy as always, but your eyes went to a necklace he was wearing around his neck, it was gold and had a large diamond in the center and it looked like a locket- it looked expensive! Apollo, seeing you, came over like normal, “Y/N~~ I’m so happy to see you!” he tried to hug you, but your hands caught against his chest, keeping him back, “Don’t hug me you weirdo!” he stepped back, holding a hand to cover his eyes as he looked up, “Ahh still as cold as always my dear Y/N! I was hoping we could go and enjoy the gardens together!” you immediately turned, your hands in your jacket pocket, “Hard pass!” before hurrying away. Apollo beamed, seeing you had taken the locket, and he hurried after you. You had opened the locket, curious as to what was inside, only to find your picture and a love declaration on the other side. Apollo found you as you snapped it shut and he froze, seeing your face was bright red as you threw the locket at him, “What is this you weirdo?!” your hands came to cover your face as you ran, showing him your softer side which only made him smile, he had to go after you to see more of it!

[brummiereader]

Eek! I'm so excited to read this chapter ❤️.

Gosh, I love the way she walked over to him, her confidence is everything! Her small confession at the end of her explanation as to why she was there was quite sweet, poor girl doesn't have anyone else. I'm in awe at how she takes everything in her stride ❤️.

“I’m a wealthy businessman and a member of Parliament, love. I get these kinds of visits more times a month than you can possibly imagine. This really made me giggle 😂, because Tommy probably has a small village worth of children he doesn't know about scattered around England 🤭. I do love the fact that he actually gave her a chance to talk and didn't just tell her to leave.

You've got my very intrigued as to why her family kept her from him and their love story. I love thinking about Tommy pre-war, if his personality really was as different to how it is now. Really enjoyed the little glimpse you gave us as to how romantic he really was ❤️.

It is honestly I a really nice change to see Lizzie the way you described her in the next part, and I honestly think she would have been exactly like this in canon if Ruby hadn't have died when Duke was introduced.

Oh Lee, I adore how you introduced Bonnie into this chapter. The playful back and forth he has with her while she's getting increasingly annoyed is so youthful and exactly how I would imagine Amelia acting.

“I could fight a fucking tree and knock it out. Never had to pay anyone to take a fall.” 😂 this had me laughing! I doubt it Bonnie, think the most you would do is break your knuckles, but I do love how much confidence you have in your own abilities 😅! Tommy in dad mode was everything, and I'm so happy that he's fully embracing this ❤️.

Will you be doing a face claim for Amelia? She sounds like a beauty, dark wild hair with blue eyes 😍!

The look of genuine happiness was not lost on Polly. Oh my heart...These words couldn't be truer, you can really tell how happy Tommy is throughout the chapter. She's been a breath of fresh air for everyone at Arrow House. I can't wait for the next chapter Lee ❤️!

As Long As I Live (Part 2)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Amelia introduces herself to Tommy and gets acquainted with the Shelby clan, plus one of Tommy's men whom she has particular feelings about. 

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt. This has taken some time for me to finish, but it's completed now and will be released once a week until we reach the end. There are 4 parts total.

Warnings: language, mention of pregnancy, mention of a weapon

Part 1

Tommy’s reverie was broken by the sound of boots thudding down the carpeted hallway. His hand hovered over the handle of his pistol as the door swung open, but he quickly released his grip as he took in the sight of a girl, no more than sixteen, standing at the threshold, muddied from riding and cheeks chapped from the cold.  

A maid stood behind her out of breath with a ready apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Shelby, she ran past and I couldn’t stop her!” 

“It’s alright, Clara,” Tommy replied. “Come,” he said with a wave toward the girl, removing his glasses and setting them beside his typewriter.

She hesitated only a moment as she studied him, then as if her mind was made up, dropped the bag she carried and paced toward him purposefully. He sighed heavily, knowing the reproachful look on her brow and the weight which caused her shoulders to slope. The question on her lips would be one he’d heard before, but he would allowed it to be asked just the same.

“Are you Thomas Shelby?” she began searching his steely blue eyes for a semblance of recognition. 

“I am,” Tommy said with a nod though nothing in his affirmation was welcoming. His face remained impassive and his arms crossed at his chest defensively.

Amelia gulped, feeling his stare piercing through her and nearly lost her courage, but quickly regained it as curiosity got the better of her. “Then I believe you’re my father,” she informed him, not wasting any time revealing the reason she stood before him. She had a feeling he was a man who appreciated brevity.

“I see,” Tommy said simply, searching his desk for his cigarettes and lighter. Amelia furrowed her brow in confusion as she watched him take his time selecting a cigarette and rubbing it across his bottom lip carefully. “Have a seat. Tell me about yourself and how you came here,” he offered as he lit it and took a long drag. Rounding the corner of his desk, he leaned against the corner, watching the smoke rise to the ceiling as she spoke. 

Amelia stood a little straighter, collecting herself to explain in the most direct way possible, but found it difficult to keep emotion out of her voice when mentioning her mother. “My name’s Amelia…There’s not much to tell really. Mum didn’t have much, but she raised me with kindness and love. She said you died in the war so I never thought to look for you until my aunt told me you were alive. I came because she didn’t want me anymore, but…I also wanted to meet you very much,” she confessed, surprising herself when she added the last part.

Tommy only nodded thoughtfully, exhaling smoke slowly as he responded in a flat, even voice that contrasted starkly to Amelia’s testament. “I’m a wealthy businessman and a member of Parliament, love. I get these kinds of visits more times a month than you can possibly imagine. Poor girls like you who tell me I left their mother to raise a child alone in the worst circumstances. I should write them all down and make another fortune in penny dreadfuls,” he said with a humorless laugh.

Amelia felt her blood turn to ice as she listened to his callous words. Her jaw tensed involuntarily and she found herself striking back before she had time to think. “I didn’t come here for your money, Mr. Shelby. I came to find my father,” she said, voice shaking with emotion. “You don’t want to admit it? That’s fine because I would never claim a heartless bastard like you either,” voice raised to match her growing temper as she stood face to face with the man who had chosen cruelty over compassion. 

For the first time, Tommy’s eyes fell upon her and the necklace that hung around her neck. His fingers reached for the sapphire and he blinked quickly at the sudden recognition of the gem. “This…this necklace. Where did you get it?” he asked feeling momentarily unbalanced.

Amelia pushed him away, shaking her head in fury, “I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you're asking!”

Tommy’s entire disposition changed in that moment as he was transported back to 1914. He remembered the dappled sunshine of the hazel tree and afternoons spent in the arms of a girl with raven hair as his fingers grasped the air in front of him. “I gave that to a girl before France as a promise. When I returned her family wouldn’t tell me where she’d gone,” he said quietly, more to himself than Amelia as the memories resurfaced. Some members of her camp swore they’d seen his girl, Izzy, with a swollen stomach soon after his departure, but it was a rumor he’d chosen to forget in his heartbreak. 

He looked at Amelia now, studying her carefully. “What was your mother’s name?” he asked, squinting at her.

“Isidora Holland,” she replied hesitantly, concerned by the sudden change in his mood. “I-I think I’ve made a mistake in coming here,” Amelia replied, rushing to the door to retrieve her bag.

As the fog cleared from Tommy’s brain, he called out “Amelia, wait! Where will you go?”

Amelia fumbled with her bag, shifting her weight as she replied, “I’ll find a place to make camp. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but let me offer a room as an apology for my remarks…please,” Tommy pleaded. If this was his daughter standing before him he didn’t want them to part this way. 

Amelia stared past Tommy and out the large window watching the rain begin to fall in menacing torrents, an inhospitable gloom descending over the house. The crackling fire in the office beckoned to her and she was practically salivating at the smell of something delicious coming from the hall. She told herself she was staying for the comforts provided and not the apology of a man she barely knew or trusted, but a small spark inside her wanted to believe in the love story she'd briefly glimpsed.

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Lizzie took the whisky glass from Tommy’s hands and placed it on the table as he took a seat on the bed. “You’re certain, Tom?” she asked.  

Still in disbelief himself, he spoke quietly, “she has the necklace, Lizzie.” She hummed, knowing all too well what it meant. In their early days of acquaintance, when he’d sought her body for pleasure and comfort, he’d confided about his lost love. When the opium and whisky hadn’t dulled enough of the pain, he talked and hated himself for sounding too like Arthur. 

Lizzie came to stand over her husband and placed her hands on either side of his face, rubbing her thumbs against his hollowed cheeks in soothing circles. He tilted his head up to look at her, searching her eyes for a hint of anger or jealousy. He found none, only compassion for the young girl who had appeared on their doorstep.

“If it’s true what she says about her aunt throwing her out, we can’t turn her away. She has a home here with us,” she assured him.

Further down the corridor, Amelia wasn’t settling into the idea quite so easily. Running her hand across the beautiful oak dresser in the room adjacent to the nursery, she found a row of gilt frames with family photographs. The first to catch her eye was of Tommy and his wife with their two children, a boy and a girl, a perfect little family. The next was of Tommy smiling for the camera, pride evident in his face, as his son looked up at him in wonderment. Her fingers caressed the glass feeling like an intruder.

As she wandered into the empty nursery and found the children’s teddy bear, tea set and carved, wooden horses, she wondered what she had disturbed when she arrived today. Holding a soft baby blanket to her cheek she ached to be close to her mother again and feel comforted by her. There were so many thoughts and questions swirling in her mind about why her mother's family had kept her mother and father apart and what kind of person her father really was. She knew now she wanted to stay long enough to find out.

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Amelia awoke just before dawn, leaving the house to stroll the grounds in the soft pink haze of the morning light. Listening for the sound of the horses, she ambled slowly toward the stables to visit them in hopes of finding solace there. It was a habit she’d had since she was small and it never failed to quiet her mind and slow her racing pulse when she felt anxious about something.

However, this morning she found she was not alone. As she approached the first stall she startled at the sight of someone beside her horse, the man's white shirt billowing in the wind to reveal a gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “Mornin’,” the young man with ruddy cheeks and an easy smile greeted her. 

“Who are you and what are you doing out here?” Amelia asked a bit more defensively than she intended.

“Could ask the same of you,” he said with a chuckle, going back to his work. 

“I’m here to tend to my horse,” Amelia stated.

“And I'm already doing it, so you might say thank you,” he retorted.

“Didn’t ask for your help,” she mumbled, still trying to decide why a stable hand would need a gun.

Making his way out of the stall, the young man cocked his head at her as he wiped his hands on his trousers. “Are you always so bad tempered in the mornin' lass?” he asked. “Look like you’re ready for a fight!” he said, punching the air quickly before dissolving into laughter.

Amelia was thoroughly irritated with him now, shoving him aside to get to her horse.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bonnie took a deep breath and leaned against the door. “Don't be like that. I was just having a laugh. My name’s Bonnie. What’s yours?” 

Amelia eyed him suspiciously as she ran a hand down her horse’s neck. “Amelia,” she eventually replied, turning her attention back to the animal and pressing her forehead against the soft fur of its nose, hoping the boy would go away. 

“I heard about you from the lads on watch last night. They say you’re Tommy Shelby’s long lost daughter. Are ya?” he asked. 

Turning to look him in the eye Amelia scowled. “Who did you say you were?”

“Bonnie. Bonnie Gold,” he said with a grin, his hazel eyes catching the early morning rays and shimmering back at her with little flecks of golden light. 

Amelia took a step toward him, recognizing the name. “You were the ones thrown out of the fair last year,” she recalled. Bonnie looked wounded, face falling as she continued with her indictment. “You and your kin are nothing but a bunch of thieves and swindlers. Everyone says your da rigged them fights,” she accused, raising her eyebrows in challenge.

Bonnie’s chest puffed out at the insinuation he’d cheated, stepping closer to her as he asserted, “I could fight a fucking tree and knock it out. Never had to pay anyone to take a fall.”

“If you're so tough, how come you carry a gun everywhere, even to a stable with only little ponies?” she taunted, face inches from his. “What are you scared of Bonnie boy?”

“Oi! What’s going on?” Tommy’s voice boomed from the doorway. 

“Mr. Shelby,” Bonnie said in surprise, jumping back from Amelia. “I was just finishing up.”

“Get on with it then, eh?” Tommy said with a jerk of his chin.

“Yes, sir,” he replied, picking up a pitch fork and stalking off.

“Amelia, what was that about?” Tommy asked, noticing the flush in her cheeks.

“Just getting to know your employees,” she lied, turning back to her horse quickly.

“And?” Tommy said, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking back onto his heels as he awaited an answer. He sensed there was more she wanted to say, but was holding back.

Amelia looked in the direction Bonnie had gone, biting the inside of her cheek. “You should know his family’s got a bad reputation in our community,” she warned.

Tommy huffed out a little laugh. “You should know better than to believe rumors.”

“What does he do for you anyway?” Amelia asked, feeling bold and seizing her moment to ask indirectly what Tommy’s business actually entailed.

“Oh…a bit of everything, but you might be glad to know he isn’t at Arrow House most days,” Tommy assured her.

“Why is that?” Amelia ventured yet another query, studying Tommy to see if he would continue to humor her.

He took a deep breath, eyeing her carefully before continuing, and she knew this would be the final explanation for the morning. “He’s in training at a boxing gym in Small Heath. Bonnie is a gifted athlete and Arthur manages his fights," he explained, taking a step toward the door. Then in a loud clear voice he proclaimed, "Now, if I’ve satisfied your questions, Frances has made us some breakfast." He rubbed his hands together to ward off the cold before stating, “Join me." It was a statement rather than a request and he instantly began walking toward the house at a rather fast pace.

“Wait!” Amelia called after him, running to catch up. “I’d like to take care of my own horse if it’s all the same to you,” she requested.

Tommy stopped to look at her, seeing the note of concern in her eyes, he agreed. “Alright, but you should know Bonnie’s a good lad.” Amelia nodded, though she wasn’t ready to believe it just yet.

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From then on Amelia took up her rightful place in the family as though no time had passed. She played with Charlie and Ruby, teaching them games she learned as a small child. Her fierce protectiveness over them developed naturally, supervising them when she took them for walks by the river or led them around the stables on the horses. Naturally, they adored her and her kind smile which they saw more of as she settled into Arrow House.

Lizzie enjoyed her company as well. It was a comfort to her, having someone in the house who was able to calm Tommy when he came dangerously close to working himself to death. Amelia brought him out of the office and into the dining room when the maids failed to garner his attention. On those occasions, the whole family was regaled by her tales of travel. Tommy and Lizzie were most eager to hear about the years they’d spent apart, but they never pressed her for more information than she was willing to share. 

Many times after dinner as Lizzie and the maids readied the younger children for bed, Tommy had a few moments alone with Amelia to discuss any questions she had for him. He was open and honest with her in a way he had difficulty with in the past. He wanted her to know him, feeling guilty for having been absent for so long. Amelia responded to this bonding exercise, constantly keeping Tommy on his toes with her multitude of questions about his ambitions. At times he wondered if he should be so frank with her, but her maturity made it easy to explain. 

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The morning Polly returned from her honeymoon with Aberama, Tommy whisked Amelia away from Arrow House in his Bentley to meet the train. When Polly received the telegram she too was anxious to see what she’d only glimpsed in the cards. Over the years she convinced herself what she saw couldn’t be true, but as she stood beside Tommy on the train platform, the proof was undeniable.

“My God, Tommy, she’s Izzy!” Polly exclaimed, watching the girl from a distance, Amelia's wild, dark hair dancing in the wind. Polly held a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun taking one last look before glancing back at Tommy. He too was staring as Amelia approached, now unable to deny the resemblance.

“How did you find her?” Polly asked in confusion and slight awe, still acclimating to the news that Tommy had another child.

“She found me,” Tommy replied. “Zelda threw her out. Told her to come find me,” he explained.

“That family was always a mystery to me,” Polly admitted sadly. “How’s Lizzie taking it?” she inquired.

“Lizzie knows all me secrets, Pol,” he said and with a knowing look Polly nodded. 

“And the children?” she asked.

“They act as though she’s always been here. She’s teaching Charlie to swim and Ruby begs her to braid her hair and have tea parties,” Tommy said with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes as he looked off into the distance, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air.

The look of genuine happiness was not lost on Polly. There was one last question on her mind, but she couldn’t ask it of him now, not when peace had descended for the briefest of moments. Amelia would find out soon enough what it meant to be a Shelby and if she was smart, she would choose a life having nothing to do with their business. Polly promised herself to protect Amelia that day as she watched father and daughter together, thinking of the things she might have done differently with Michael.

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[imaginesforeveryone]

The Big Fight (Part 3)

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N Summary: It was the day after your found out your brother had been killed, and Bonnie tried to make you feel better in a special way.

You woke up about 4 hours later and the sun had set already. Feeling you head fall slowly up and down rest on Bonnie's naked chest. You smiled thinking back before you fell asleep what had occurred. Sitting up slowly trying to not wake Bonnie. You grabbed a extra blanket and wrapping it around yourself so you didn't have to make to much noise trying to get your clothes back on. Stepping out of the carriage, the fire still flickering in the dark night. You sat down on one of the logs and just took in the nature that you missed so much being out in, the slight breeze that rolled through every once in awhile chilling you a bit. You heard creaking behind you causing you to shoot around to inspect. Relaxing your tense body after seeing it was Bonnie in only his pants.

"Why didn't you wake me?" He asked with sleep in his voice still.

"You just looked too cute to wake." You said with a giggle and turning back to look out over the river. He kissed you naked shoulder that the blanket didn't cover and sat beside you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked putting his arm around you.

"I'm okay. Little better because of you." You said with a wink and smile.

"Well, I'm happy I could help a bit." He said pulling you closer into him and kissing your temple. You two sat insolence for awhile just relaxing.

"Well, we should probably get going back. Get you back to your family." Bonnie said sitting straight up.

"Nooooo." You whined out with a pouting face.

"I know, I know. It's shit. I'll tell you what when we get closer we stop one more place and watch the sunrise, and then we go back? "He told you.

"Better than nothing." You said hoping up and holding you hand out for Bonnie to grab.

"Lets go get you dressed." He said with a smile and dragging you into the back of the carriage to your clothes.

"But you leave your shirt off." You demanded getting into the carriage and dropping the blanket. He just stared at you, looking you up and down.

"Yes ma'am." He said practically drooling. You grabbed you pants and his shirt putting them on and slipping your shoes back on. He held his hand out to help you down safely. Closing the gate to the back of the carriage and walking around to open your door for you. You climbed in and got comfortable for the ride. Slowly thoughts of Arthur taking you on road trips with him as a young girl. He was your older brother, but also a father figure to you. You never knew your father, he was gone before you turned 6 months old. Even Finn, only being a year older than you, you always looked up to him.

"hey you okay?" Bonnie asked snapping you out of your thoughts and coming to realization you guys were already driving.

"Yeah. Just thinking about Arthur." You said looking over at him. A saddened smile across his face as he motioned for you to get closer to him. You slid across the bench seat and curled into his side.

"I know it's hard right now. He lives through the rest of you guys. He lives in your hearts, forever." Bonnie spoke softly and he rubbed circles on your back. The rest of the ride was in comfortable silence. You watched out the window at the big fields that you passed by. You noticed you were getting closer to town. It was begging to get a little bright out, but no sun yet. Bonnie, slowing down and pulling down. road that went through a field, and into the forest behind it. Once the car stopped you got out and went around the back of it the edge of the river in perfect time to see the sun start to peak.

"So, what do you want to do when we get back?" Bonnie asked standing next to you.

"Well, we have to handle the Changretta's now. I'm going to slice the throats of all of them for what they did to my brother. They will not live to see Christmas with their children, and wives." You said starting to get more angry than sad now. You heard a car driving down the path you and Bonnie just came down. You grabbed your gun out of your holster and flattened yourself on the side of the carriage. You peaked your head and saw it was Finn's car. You put you gun back and walked out, Bonnie followed behind and stopped as the car stopped.

"Y/N. We have to go." Finn said getting out of the car.

"What happened Finn?" You asked him.

"Lucca and his men are coming. Tommy, and Polly are at the Gin distillery right now getting ready for him to get there. They want you there." He said frantically.

"Okay. Bonnie, I'm sorry. Thank you, but I have to go." You said turning to him.

"That's okay. I'll meet you guys there. Be safe." He said pulling you into a hug and kissing you. You turned away and ran to the car and Finn got in. Turning around and taking it off. You stopped at home to change, and then quickly got to the distillery. Walking in, Tommy, and Polly stood beside each other. You walked over with Finn, and stood beside them two.

"Just stay quiet. Let me do the talking." Tommy said knowing the temper you had. You just scoffed and lite a cigarette. Hearing footsteps slowly walking around the corner and seeing Lucca, and his men with guns in hand. You blood instantly starting to sizzle through your veins wanting to rip his head off right then and there. But as much as you dint want to admit it, Tommy was right. You have to stay calm and watch how this plays out.

Lucca spoke but in Italian, not understanding what he was saying, you just looked.

"All thats left of the Peaky fucking Blinders." He spoke in English to you and your family now. You took a drag of your cigarette trying not to speak. Lucca walked up to come face to face with Tommy. Lucca snood his fingers, and one of his men walking with a brief case and taking out a folder and putting it on the table. Lucca walking back around table.

"I've had my lawyer draw up these papers. Cover every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restraints, warehouses. Every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather together. You will sign them all over." He said beginning to walk.

"To my family." He finished his sentence. You scoffed at his comment finishing off your cigarette. Tommy not saying a word, just staring Lucca in his eyes.

"Or you're gonna die." Lucca said. You through your cigarette at the ground and stood straight up. Polly giving you a look to stop and step back. Tommy still just looked at Lucca, without a word.

"I would've buried you all, but my mother, she knows you. She said, it'll be worse for you, if I let you live and take away everything you have." Lucca spoke making you more and more mad. Lucca grabbed Tommy jacket, and pulling it to look on the inside. Tommy put his hands out for easier access.

"Search em." Lucca said as he grabbed the gun from Tommy holster. One of his man coming to grab the gun from Lucca. Lucca now standing in front of Polly

"Especially don't trust this bitch." He said looking down at her and tearing open her blouse making the buttons fly off. Looking in her shirt for a gun. You spit at his shoe, making him turn to you.

"And this little bitch. She's a feisty one. Definitely should have killed her, along with John." Lucca said opening your jacket to grab you gun. You kept your composure as he did so. His men now checking all of you over as Lucca walk around the table.

"So." Lucca said holding a pen up in front of Tommy.

"Sign. Every fucking one of them." He said. You smiled a bit as Tommy didn't move as soon as he said that.

"You can sign them on your knees." He said as he pushed the papers off of the table. Tommy still not moving. That, set Lucca off, he pulled the table up and flipped it over.

"Get on your fucking knees, and sign!" Lucca said with a deep, angry tone. You couldn't hold back the smile that spread across your face.

"A friend of mine once said." Tommy said getting down on his knees.

"Big, fucks small." He finished his sentence.

"So I had to find someone bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn, who want to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York." Tommy spoke up to Lucca now, knowing what he was talking about now.

"But if they move against you in New York, they'll start a war between the families." You spoke for the first time to Lucca.

"But if you were to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take over your business without a war." Tommy said to him, seeing physically Lucca's face drop.

"We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York. " You spoke more facts to Lucca.

"His name is Alphonse Capone." Tommy said up Lucca, instantly making him angry.

"You been talking to that fat fuck?" He asked.

"You see, all the blood relatives you brought with you from New York, they're all dead, Mr. Changretta." Tommy continued.

"And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder." Tommy said motioning to the men standing behind Lucca.

"They now have new orders." Tommy told him and Lucca catching on pretty quickly.

"Is that right?" He asked turning to the men behind him.

"Is that right?" He repeated towards them.

"And you, Matteo?" Lucca asked looking at his most trusted since he's been in England. Matteo not making eye contact with Lucca, looking at the floor.

"Hey. Very fucking." Lucca said turning to you and your family. But, reached into his coat pocket and grabbing out his gun Thomas being faster grabbed a crowbar from the ground and smacking Luccas arm so the gun flew out of his hand. Tommy grabbing ahold on Lucca's jacket, but Lucca pushing him back against the piping. Tommy giving Lucca a good head butt making him fall back and giving him a swift punch to the face. But Lucca found the crowbar and smacked Tommy in the stomach with it. Blocking the next swing, but Lucca getting a few good ones in. Tommy got ahold of Lucca, pushing him to the table where there were glass bottles and smashed his face into it. You looked over to the door that slowly opened. The wall blocking your view but quickly the person came in view. It was Arthur. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Looking over at Finn, who as just as surprised as you were. Tears began to form in your eyes as you just stood and watched. Tommy looking up at Arthur and pulled Lucca up making him stand. Polly, didn't look surprised. Arthur raised his hand that had a gun in it to point at Lucca. Tommy stood out of the way and Arthur took his shot at Lucca, right between the eyes.

"Tell your people in Chicago. That Michael Gray will sign the import license to New York. Three hundred barrels of English dry gin a month." Tommy spoke breaking you out of your trance state.

"Leave." Arthur spoke for the first time since walking in. The men filling out of the room.

"Tell your boss what you saw here to today. And tell him...." Arthur said trailing off.

"You don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders." Arthur said looking over at you and Finn now. You ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

"You aren't dead. You aren't fucking dead." You said softly into his neck.

"I'm not baby sister. I'm here." He said.

"You asshole! The both of you!" You said smacking him in the arms and looking at Tommy.

"Listen, We needed to use Arthurs death to win this war. Everyone couldn't know he was actually alive and possibly ruin it." Tommy said.

"Whatever." You said turning back to Arthur and hugging him.

Everyone was back at Tommy's house now celebrating that Arthur was still alive. Bonnie was back by your side. Now you were way more happy then you were before. Having your brother back and find new love with Bonnie.

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undercover with undiscovered feelings

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summary: Your codename is Belladonna and one thing is clear you have a mood more sour than Ghost's. You hated the limelight, the shock and awe of it all, preferring to take your enemies out discreetly and quietly. Suddenly Laswell throws you to the wolves along with Soap, your fake French American fiancé. As if that wasn't bad enough, you have one secret. You're in love with him but you won't let him see past your hard exterior.

pairing: Soap x fem!Reader, sunshine x grumpy trope

warnings: SWEARING, violence, depiction of wounds, feelings being brought to the surface

a/n: thought it was time my scottish boy deserves some love

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Belladonna, the infamous 141's specialist in stealth and toxicology. Price took you on board due to your decorated resume and ability to discreetly take out your target. From day one, a certain mohawk soldier would not let you live down that your code name was also one shared with a porn star. God you hated him. Although maybe not hate, more like "unwillingly attracted to." You were polar opposites. While Johnny always was one for the theatrics, you were not one for shock and awe. You preferred to blend in the crowd, a grey man if you will. But stealth wouldn't help you here as Laswell planned to put you on in the limelight.

God, you should've known that breaking a mirror with your stray bullet would have its consequences. Now, you were sitting in this debrief in a safehouse in Italy wishing you had taken that bullet instead. Your legs bounced with nervousness as Laswell went through the planned covert op.

"I see you looking at me, Bell. I'm sorry but this mission is going to require you to get more intimate and not hide in the shadows," she said as you tried to silence your rapid heartbeat. All eyes were on you as Laswell continued, the mission was a simple one. One team would enter through the vents and gain access to a museum's records, a front for child trafficking. Another team would work undercover and make sure no one noticed the information extraction. What was your role? Oh Laswell made sure to painful describe how you would pose as a wealthy art collector accompanied by your body guard and your fiancé to be. "And who would those be?" you asked, fearing the worst. "Soap will be your dutiful boyfriend of 5 years while Ghost chaperones you through the night." You couldn't believe what you were hearing, out of all people why did they pick the Scottish idiot who you secretly liked. "What about Price and Gaz?" you wondered as Laswell had not reached the end of her debrief. "We'll be doing the hard work, you're just the distraction, Sweetheart," Price said and soon you would realize what he meant as a distraction.

"Stop shaking, Y/N," Price said as Ghost delicately tried a ring on your finger. "First, you all expect me to go undercover. Next, you make me act all cozy with this sweaty idiot. And now, you're having me try on rings to be fake proposed too?" you shouted as Soap held your hand to stabilize it. "Not just any ring, bonnie. A ring hand picked by me with the finest Japanese saltwater pearl and a band of 3 ct of diamonds set in pink gold. Now let me put it on your finger and you can go." You huffed as he and Price examined the fit of the ring, ensuring it was perfect for the planned engagement.

To your dismay, the night had finally arrived. You nervously checked the mirror as your hair lay loose around your shoulders. It was parted to one side, covertly hiding a comm in your left ear. Earlier, the boys had been relentless as you applied your makeup and curled your hair. Soap almost gained a black eye when he joked, "Well, our wee Bell actually cleaned up for once." The mission might end up being the death of you and your heart.

You felt nauseous looking at your self, examining how the dress flowed from one shoulder and ended with a waterfall of restricting pink tulle. The only thing you liked about this dress were the navy blue pearls adorning the layers of fabric, a subtle nod to your code name. "Lass, it's time," you heard Soap knock. You bunched up your skirt as you made your way to answer him. You were thankful Laswell had graciously gifted you with a knife tucked in a garter along with a set of Clostridium botulinum syringes. You opened the door to see him finely dressed in a midnight blue cashmere wool, silk blend suit. You couldn't deny he was handsome. Your pulse quickened as you examined him further, he had been asked to shave his famous mohawk and instead had a simple haircut. To him, you were also a sight to behold. Your cynical demeanor had endeared him, he loved making fun of you until he noticed a slight reaction. But now you looked even more gorgeous, he felt his breath hitch as he saw how the dress fit your curves perfectly and showed off your frame wonderfully. "Soap, let's go," you said breaking the silence and ending his trance. "You look breath-taking, Lass. Couldn't help but stare." You were glad he walked behind you as your face was bright red.

You exited the safe house marveling at the black Aston Martin Laswell had obtained for the op. As you got in the car, you noted Laswell driving along with Ghost in a black suit fixing his cufflinks in the passenger seat. "We're bringing you out of the shadows tonight, Bell" Ghost began, "don't worry we got you covered" he said and flashed his inner coat to show a gun tucked in its lining. Laswell, ever the observer, could feel your nerves. "Bell, there's some tequila in the console for you," she said and you quickly leaned over Soap's lap to grab it. Bless this woman, she knew your favorite. After taking many sips from the bottle, you tried to offer it to Soap but he disgustingly replied, "that shite tastes like dog piss." More for you, you guessed. You nursed the bottle as Laswell drove over the rolling hills of the coast. You tried to calm your nerves reminding yourself this was just another mission, something that you could add to your resume. You kept mentally telling yourself, "keep it professional".

Finally you felt the car come to a stop as Soap lightly tapped your shoulder indicating your arrival. "Let's go, my pearl," he said in a surprisingly convincing American accent. In this narrative, you were from a wealthy Portuguese home while Soap was your new money, New York City-transplant French American. He held out his hand as he helped you out of the vehicle. As you felt the cold coastal chill on your shoulders, you made your way to the entrance.

You made your way to check-in, Ghost silently following behind. You forcefully smiled, introducing yourself as Elaine de Rosales and your date as Renoir Cretin (dumbass in French). The host stifled a laugh at Soap's fake last name and allowed you three to enter.

As you entered the large gallery, you noted some familiar faces from the endless files Laswell had "gifted" you with. "Fucking bastards," you said under you breath and Simon whispered behind you, "that's no language for a lady." He was definitely getting his ass kicked next time you had a training exercise.

When Soap went for your hand, you could feel your heart jump. You should've downed that entire tequila bottle. He held your hand, gracefully leading you around the gallery as you made painful conversation about each piece. You were never one for arts and your horrible comments made that clear. "This looks nice," you said with a questioning tone and you heard Price laugh at your comment. He remarked, "Kid, you're so dry. Just try to act like you don't want to inject yourself with botulism right now." Every one was seriously out to get you today.

"You look more breathtaking than this painting, darling," Soap said aloud as you admired The Birth of Venus. He was laying on this whole couple thing, hard. You hoped he couldn't feel the heat radiating from your face as he planned a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "My love, you're too kind. You're practically carved from marble," you replied back, catching a glimpse of a pink blush on his cheeks.

After you examined yet another painting, Price notified you that they had gained access into the main server room. You gave Soap a subtle set of three taps with your thumb. He knew it was time as he lead you over to the main attraction. You lifted your eyes, gazing upon the large rendition of Eros and Psyche in front of you. Soap let go of your hand as he set himself on one knee.

Weeks before, Soap attempted to relieve your nerves as he described the masterful speech he would deliver to you. There were many revisions as he practiced the fateful moment to you. "You know, Soap, if I were a dumb, I'd say you're in love with me" you joked, "that speech was disgustingly romantic from the likes of you." "Oh fuck off, Bell. The first nice thing you say about me ends with an insult," he shot back. To anyone watching, the tension was clear but you remained your grumpy self, hiding your emotions.

Brought back into the moment, you could hear the crowd hush, eyes focused on you and him. "Elaine, ever since I saw you lost in the streets of Versailles, you have captivated me with your beauty and elegance. Your vast knowledge of art has shown me that there's more to a painting than a canvas with paint. I love you and will forever be there to listen to your musings about Monet and Degas," he began and you waited for the fateful words to fall out of mouth. However, to your surprise he continued, "I have never met anyone who entertained my antics quite like you have. You challenge me constantly with your fiery words and quips. This little dance of ours makes me a more humble, more loving man. Looking at you tonight, I realize that you are the woman who inspires me to surmount all obstacles. Will you make make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" You were shocked, that was definitely not part of the script. Your face flushed at his kind words and he looked deep into your eyes.

"Oh yes, Renoir!" you whispered as tears fell from your eyes. He triumphantly picked you up, spinning you in his arms. He set you down and held your chin gently in his hand. He raised your face to his and placed a long kiss on your mouth. Your lips moved in sync as he held you tightly with his other arm. You were lost in each other, ignoring the full attention of the crowd. As you parted, the crowd loudly clapped at the spectacle. You took this moment to lean over to your new fiancé and whispered, "You went off script." He gently kissed your cheek and whispered back, "meant every word, Bell." Ghost returned to your side as older couples gathered, congratulating the "new couple." Your smile was genuine as you showed off the expensive ring, giddily detailing how your mothers would be so proud you bagged a good one.

You walked around the gallery more, now linking arms with Soap. You hadn't acknowledged the speech since your whisperings and went about downing numerous offered glasses of champagne. You made your way to a private gallery adored with more opulent paintings of historic love stories. Ghost positioned himself next to the security guard, allowing you both to sit on a bench and admire the artwork. After what seemed like forever, you in your tipsy state, broke the silence.

"My love, I appreciated your kind words. I never thought you felt that way about me," you said quietly, eyes trained on a depiction of. "Well El, you never gave me the chance. When we first met in France, I thought you disdained me," he replied, moving to hold your waist.

"I never disdained you, just ran away from my feelings," you whispered back. As you finished your sentence, he again placed his hand on your chin to lift your face. Just as you were about to kiss again, you heard through the comm, "Bell, Soap, we've been compromised. Gaz jammed their signals but security is heading to our location as we speak," Price said in a rushed tone.

Immediately, you feigned a dizzy spell as Ghost and the museum security guard rushed to help you. As they helped to carry you to a private room, you mumbled incoherently about how you were drunk on love. Once the security guard set you down, Soap shut the door and you discreetly injected the man with one of your toxins. As he lay on the velvet couch, Ghost replied to Gaz and Price that you were on the way.

Exiting the room, Ghost stopped a patrolling security guard and said, "There's a young woman in that room. Try not to disturb her, I believe she may have had one too many drinks and her father doesn't want a fiasco for the family."

With that, you made your way through the various guests, loudly whispering to your fiancé that you desperately wanted some alone time. No one questioned you as Ghost made his way to the stairwell and you both split into the elevator.

Descending to the ground floor, you could hear gunshots echoing through the elevator doors. As it opened, a guard yelled that you both shouldn't be down there before becoming distracted by another gunshot. You took this time to pull out another syringe and injected it into his neck.

"Nice work, Elaine," Soap said and armed himself with a hidden pistol from his suit pocket. Ghost joined you both soon after as you made your way to the other team's location. You three worked in unison as the boys provided a pleasant distraction with their gunfire. You were able to sneak you way and subdue the guards with your knife as they were distracted by the noise of falling bodies and shots fired. You finally made it to the room, notifying your presence with a coded series of knocks. Price heaved the door open as you noticed Gaz behind him, drive in hand but with a bleeding arm. You quickly tore the layers of fabric from your dress and provided a makeshift tourniquet.

"How are we getting out of here, Captain? They're gonna have this place on lockdown," Gaz asked. "There's a delivery area on this floor, we'll have to hurry," Ghost said and navigated you all through the winding corridors.

You finally snuck you way to the area but noticed 5 guards standing watch. "Gobshite, they must've already put this place on lockdown," Soap swore quietly. With the adrenaline rushing to your ears, you had an idea, "follow my lead, Renoir. Danger close, boys. Just listen for my signal" you whispered. You quickly took some blood from Gaz's leaking wound and applied it to your dress and ripped skirt. You rubbed your hands on Soap's pristine white shirt and pooled it around his stomach. You then motioned for him to cover his hands with Gaz's blood. "Thanks, mate," Soap whispered to Gaz and you quickly rushed into the large delivery room.

"Please help us!" you shrieked, you held on desperately to Ghost. "My fiancé and I were attacked by some crazed gunsman, I think he's been shot," you cried as the men rushed over to help. Your loud wailing and statements saying how you couldn't lose your love distracted them and allowed for you 5 to take them out. The minute you took one of the men closest to you out with your last syringe, you shrieked, "MY GOD, Kate's been shot!" That was the queue as the boys knew Laswell was nowhere near the museum. Soap quickly took out the two men trying to find the source of his bleeding while Price and Ghost handled the other two.

With the men down and the area cleared, you loaded into an armored van, presumably one that transported all the expensive art. With Price at the wheel, Ghost provided cover as you raced into the night.

Finally away from danger, you all breathed a sigh of relief. Gaz lay in the middle of Ghost and Price, tending to his wound while you and Soap lay in the back amongst the plastic wrappings of paintings.

"You were a great actress, lass. Who knew you had it in ya," Soap said as you sat next to him. You both were propped against the steel interior of the van, experiencing every bump Price hit. "You as well, that proposal was something else," you replied back. "Like I said in the gallery, Bell, I meant every word." With that, you finally were able to share your second kiss and Price smiled looking in the rearview mirror. "Be careful with that one Sgt, if you mess up she'll slip some ricin in your mouth." he joked as you and Soap rested against one another, you'd deal with the repercussions later.

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(In order of artist, then release) A aespa - Girls aespa - Illusion ALICE - DANCE ON Apink - Dilemma Apink CHOBOM - Copycat B BANG YONGGUK - Up B.I, Soulja Boy, DeVita - BTBT Billlie - RING X RING BLACKPINK - Pink Venom BLACKPINK - Shut Down BoA - Forgive Me BoA - 짓 ZIP BoA - Breathe BoA - After Midnight BVNDIT - VENOM BVNDIT - JIGGY C CODE KUNST (with 11Kitties), Meenoi - Take Me Conch - REDSUN Coogie ft. Lee Hi - Alone D DeVita - Bonnie & Clyde DPR IAN - 1 Shot DPR IAN - Mood DPR IAN - Miss Understood Dreamcatcher - MAISON Dreamcatcher - VISION Dreamcatcher - Fairytale E Epik High ft. YOUNHA - 그래서 그래 Gray So Gray Epik High ft. Colde - 비 오는 날 듣기 좋은 노래 Rain Song EXID - 불이나 FIRE F FIFTY FIFTY - Tell Me FIFTY FIFTY - Lovin' Me FIFTY FIFTY - Higher FIFTY FIFTY - Log in fromis_9 - DM G GEMINI - Do Me Right (G)I-DLE - Nxde (G)I-DLE - Change (G)I-DLE - 조각품 Sculpture (G)I-DLE - DARK (X-file) GOT the beat - Step Back GSoul - Everytime H HEIZE - 없었던 일로 Undo Hitchhiker ft. 3RD - Alone HUTA - BOOM Hyolyn ft. Jooyoung - Layin' Low HYO - DEEP I iKON - 너라는 이유 BUT YOU IVE - LOVE DIVE IVE - ROYAL IVE - After LIKE J j-hope - MORE j-hope - = (Equal Sign) j-hope - What if... j-hope - Arson JEY - Dirty JIN - The Astronaut Jiwoo - Evergray K KARA - WHEN I MOVE Kep1er - WA DA DA Kep1er - Up! Kep1er - Attention KIHYUN - Youth KIHYUN - Bad Liar KIHYUN - STARDUST Kim Hyerim - Your World KWON EUN BI - Glitch KWON EUN BI - Underwater L Lapillus - HIT YA! LE SSERAFIM - FEARLESS LE SSERAFIM - Blue Flame LE SSERAFIM - The Great Mermaid LE SSERAFIM - ANTIFRAGILE LE SSERAFIM - IMPURITIES LE SSERAFIM - Good Parts LOONA - Flip That M MAMADOL - WooAh HIP MINSEO - #Self_Trip MONSTA X - LOVE MONSTA X ft. R3HAB - Burning Up N NATURE - 넘어와 LIMBO! NCT 127 - Faster NCT 127 - 질주 2 Baddies NCT 127 - Time Lapse NCT 127 - 불시착 Crash Landing NCT 127 - Designer NCT 127 - 윤슬 Gold Dust NCT 127 - Playback NewJeans - Attention NewJeans - Hype Boy NewJeans - CookieNewJeans - Hurt New Jeans - Ditto NIve - what is life? NMIXX - DICE NMIXX - COOL (Your rainbow) O OH MY GIRL - Real Love OH MY GIRL - Drip OH MY GIRL - Replay P PSY ft. SUGA - That That R Red Velvet - Feel My Rhythm Red Velvet - Rainbow Halo Red Velvet - Beg For Me Red Velvet - Bomboleo Red Velvet - In My Dreams Red Velvet - Birthday Red Velvet - BYE BYE Red Velvet - ZOOM RM with Anderson .Paak - Still Life RM - Lonely Ryu Sujeong - PINK MOON S Seori - Can't Stop This Party SEULGI - 28 Reasons SEULGI - Bad Boy, Sad Girl SEULGI - Anywhere But Home SEULGI - Los Angeles SEVENTEEN - Darl+ing SEVENTEEN - HOT SEVENTEEN - DON QUIXOTE SEVENTEEN - Ash SEVENTEEN - _WORLD SNSD - FOREVER 1 SNSD - Villain SNSD - You Better Run SNSD - Closer SNSD - Freedom sogumm, Keumbee - 소금비 Salt Rain Sojeong - 내가 제일 사랑했던 노래 The song I loved Solar - 꿀 HONEY Sorn ft. Yeeun - Nirvana Girl STAYC - RUN2U STAYC - YOUNG LUV STAYC - BUTTERFLY STAYC - BEAUTIFUL MONSTER Stray Kids - 거미줄 VENOM Stray Kids - MANIAC Stray Kids - Charmer Stray Kids - CASE 143 SUNMI - 열이올라요 Heart Burn Sunny, Jungwoo, Renjun - Goodbye T TAEYEON - INVU TAEYEON - Can't Control Myself Taeyong, Jeno, Hendery, Yangyang, Giselle - ZOO TREASURE - 직진 JIKJIN TREASURE - 다라리 DARARI tripleS - Generation TWICE - Talk that Talk TWICE - Basics TWICE - Gone TXT - Opening Sequence TXT - Thursday's Child Has Far To Go V verycoybunny - On your mark verycoybunny - Lack of love VICTON - Chronograph VICTON - Stupid O'clock VICTON - Bonnie and Clyde VICTON - INK VICTON - Stay VICTON - Virus VIVIZ - BOP BOP! VIVIZ - Love You Like VIVIZ - LOVEADE W WHEEIN - 오묘해 Make me Happy WHEEIN - Pink Cloud WHEEIN - 파스텔 Pastel WJSN Chocome - 슈퍼 그럼요 Super Yuppers! WONHO - CRAZY WOOZI - Ruby Y YENA ft. BIBI - SMILEY YooA - Selfish YooA - Lay Low YooA - Blood Moon YooA - Melody YooJung - begin YOUHA - Last Dance YOUHA - NUMB YUJU - 놀이 Play YUJU ft. Mad Clown - 겨우, 겨울 Cold Winter YUJU - 데킬라 The Killa YUJU - Blue Nostalgia X Xiumin - Brand New