#bonnie gold drabble

[wonderlanddreamer]

Ringside - Lydia x Bonnie

Bonnie Gold stood with his fists wrapped tightly in the centre of the ring, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. The roar of the crowd was a distant echo as he dodged and jabbed, his mind focused, yet wandering to a certain someone.

In a swift, unexpected move, his opponent’s punch connected, sending Bonnie sprawling to the canvas. The world seemed to slow, the ceiling lights blurring into one as he lay there, catching his breath.

Then he saw her. Lydia Shelby, standing amidst the throng, her eyes locked onto his. Her presence was a beacon in the chaos, a calm amidst the storm. She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips before she offered him a wink that sent a jolt of energy surging through his veins.

Bonnie’s heart thudded with renewed vigour. He couldn’t stay down, not with Lydia watching. Her wink was a silent promise, a reminder of what awaited him outside the ring. With revived determination, he pushed himself up from the mat, the cheers of the crowd a thunderous encouragement.

The fight resumed, and with every punch, every dodge, Bonnie felt Lydia's gaze steady on him, her presence more powerful than any blow. Channelling this newfound energy, he danced around his opponent, landing a series of swift punches that turned the tide of the match.

In a final, decisive move, Bonnie struck, sending his opponent down for the count. The referee’s hand hit the mat, signalling his victory.

As the crowd erupted in applause, Bonnie's eyes found Lydia’s once more. Her smile outshone the glaring overhead lights, and in that moment of triumph and exhilaration, Bonnie realised he had been fighting for more than just victory; he had been fighting for her.

[novashelby]

Hard to Get-Bonnie Gold x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Bonnie x You (for @wonderlanddreamer ) Words: 183 Warnings: None Summary: Bonnie approaches the mysterious lady at the bar.

He saw her there just across the way. The woman who always went to the after parties, but no one ever knew who she was. Perhaps she went for the complimentary alcohol or maybe just to peruse the social life because staying at home was a drag. He couldn’t answer either way, but he most certainly knew no one recognized her.

Bonnie ignored the array of people trying to talk to him as he slid by, mumbling ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’. When he reached the bar, she took one sip and turned her back. His face skewed in a concerned, almost confused expression when he backed away and walked to the other side, tilting his head. “Hello,” he offered with a smile. But she only spared him a glance before looking the other way. “Seriously?” he laughed, climbing a bit over the bar and making her look at him. Her brows arched and her look said…mmmmhm? “Playing difficult-”

“Well, seeing as you’ve ignored me these past few months,” she teased, her voice softer than he could have imagined. “I’ve decided to join in….”

[justastarholder]

If drabble requests are open, may I request one with Fred'r and Bonnibel?

During what would later be called the Second Solar Era, the gods began to realize just how much their magic affected their familiars. The familiars of their parents had since ascended to godhood, and it was understood that this could happen to any familiar at any point.

The golden bear of protection- Hermea- was the greatest advocate for these familiars, encouraging them to reach out and explore the limits of their powers. Even teaching them to unlock their tongues, that they might speak as gods and man do.

It was toward the end of the Second Solar Era that the gods released their former familiars unto the world to find their own way.

And that was when the former familiar of the storm goddess met the former familiar of the god of darkness. A rabbit and a bear.

As you might imagine, a rabbit would not be so eager to meet a bear. Bonnibel regarded Fred'r with mistrust.

Their first meeting happened when the two star-crossed lovers visited a sacred spring in search of healing waters.

The afternoon was warm and bright. Dragonflies swirled about over the crystal clear waters. Their gilded carapaces glittered in the sunlight. Flickers of glittering green and gold dancing about the edges of the spring, where lush ferns shaded the vines of delicate moonflowers.

Fred'r was a mountainous bear. The blue rabbit spotted him from a distance and slowed, uncertain about approaching the large beast. His long ears folded back as he crouched in the brush.

The bear moved with surprising care. Bonnibel had always thought of bears as great, lumbering beasts. Crushing flowers under paw and leaving messes in their wake.

It was almost amusing, watching Fred'r tiptoe around flowers and through ferns on his way to the steamy pools.

Bonnibel considered turning and leaving. The last thing he needed was trouble from a bear. But then, the massive brown bear tripped over his own feet and fell head-long into the spring. Water sprayed across the ferns so far that Bonnie felt it wet his coat.

The rabbit couldn't help but laugh. He straightened, looking at Fred'r as the bear slowly pulled himself up from the deep end. Shaking out his long fur, Freddy met Bonnie's gaze.

"Saw that, did you?" Freddy looked down at his feet bashfully, rubbing the back of his fluffy head. His vest was soaked straight through, along with the pouch on his belt.

"How could I miss it?" Bonnie chuckled, picking his way through the brush. "What exactly is a great big bear like you doin' up here?"

"I came to fetch some of this water," Freddy explained. Thick drops fell from his fur as he stepped out of the spring. "There's a village near the base of this mountain, and the people there have recently-

"Been suffering from an illness," Bonnibe finished, his magenta eyes widening. "You were the other god they were talking about. They said you went up the mountain alone a few days ago."

"Oh, yes..." Fred'r laughed a little. "I don't possess much magical prowess. So I had to hike the whole way." His response made Bonnie's ears perk. The rabbit crept a little closer.

"You hiked for days to fetch some spring water." Bonnibel's muzzle curved with a sincere smile. "That's mighty noble of you. But it'll take you days more to hike down..."

"Unfortunately, you're right," Fred'r nodded. "But if I did nothing for these people, what kind of god would I be? More than that- what kind of person would I be?"

"...Hm." Bonnibel chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, fluffball, lucky for you, I was here. I can have some of this spring water down the mountain lickety-split!"

"That's wonderful," Fred'r opened his pouch and began to remove several glass jars in a disparity of shapes and sizes. Bonnie couldn't help but chuckle at the bear's collection.

"You got a name, mr. bear?" Bonnibel accepted a few of the jars and knelt at the water's edge to fill them. The bear knelt right beside him, looking in high spirits.

"Fred'r. Although, my friends tend to call me 'Freddy'. And what is your name?" Freddy looked at Bonnibel. The rabbit god paused, taking in Freddy's kind blue eyes. Bonnie felt a subtle stir in his chest.

"Bonnibel. But please just call me Bonnie." He looked down at the water.

"Bonnie. You know, Bonnibel means 'cheerful'," Freddy mused, "it's a fitting name."

"Do I seem cheerful?" Bonnie quirked a brow.

"I think it would be more apt to say you seem like the kind of person that brings cheer wherever you go," Fred'r smiled at Bonnie. He grunted softly as he got to his feet. Bonnibel was quick to follow. The rabbit knew it was time to go, and he lamented that he couldn't stay to chat with the strange, wonderful bear god a little longer.

"Funny," Bonnie shook his head, "I would say the same about you." He accepted the full jars from Fred'r and began tucking them into his pack.

"What does 'Fred'r' mean?" Bonnie looked up at Freddy with interest.

"Peaceful," Freddy smiled brightly. "I hope to see you again, Bonnibel."

"You took the words right off my tongue again," Bonnie laughed. He offered Freddy a wave. "Till next time, Freddy."

[imagines-for-the-unpopular]

Hey guys!

I would like to get back into writing, so send me some requests! Prompt and song drabble requests are open!

Please read the rules before requesting and here you can find prompts to request, or just send me a song you like!

You can find the characters I currently write for under the cut:

Chicago PD

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Band of Brothers

Ronald Speirs

Carwood Lipton

George Luz

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Johnny Martin

Shifty Powers

Marvel

Sam Wilson

James Rhodes

Clint Barton

Wolverine

Vikings

Halfdan

Harald

Lord of The Rings

Legolas

Aragorn

Éomer

Boromir

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Game of Thrones

Oberyn Martell

Gendry

Bronn

Sandor Clegane

Peaky Blinders

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Isaiah Jesus

Bonnie Gold

Masters of the Air

Benny DeMarco

James Douglass

Richard Macon

Curtis Biddick

Shadow and Bone (only based on the show)

Alina Starkov

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Malyen Oretsev

The Boys

Billy Butcher

Frenchie

MM

The Pacific

Robert Leckie

Runner

Chuckler

Hoosier

Burgie

Ack-Ack

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Paul Lahote

Embry Call

Seth Clearwater

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

janAUary #1 - grocery store

pairing: Bonnie x Willy Wonka (2023)

summary: Willy becomes quite the regular customer at Bonnie's grocery store

word count: 1154

author's note: this was very much just a warm-up style drabble !!! just flexing the muscles - not my best work, but fun to write :) divider is from @/yaynowimglad

Bonnie was used to slow days. She had only been in charge for a couple years, but she could probably count the customers she had seen in her time as the owner on just her two hands. Her grandmother had left it to her in the will, and she had worked there since she was a teenager - come to think of it, it had always been pretty slow.

Of course, Bonnie’s store, The Concoctor's Cabinet, didn’t sell just milk and eggs and bread. She sold things far more interesting - like liquified sun rays and phoenix feathers. The handmade shelves were chock full of jars of some of the rarest ingredients found all around the world. She would’ve thought all the rich freaks in this part of Europe would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on stuff like this - where else around here could you find literal lightning in a bottle? But it apparently wasn’t interesting enough for more than a single novelty visit for many back when the place first opened… While her grandmother was still alive.

So, naturally, on a random Tuesday in the early days of winter, Bonnie expected not to see a single soul during her work day. That is, until she saw a frail young man barrel in the door. She watched him from the counter for a moment before greeting him, taking note of his mannerisms. He looked… Different. Nothing like the customers she’d seen in the past. Not much like her other regulars, either, come to think of it. His clothes were brighter, albeit a little dirty, and he wore a brown top hat over his tousled hair. She almost wanted to laugh, until he looked up and met her eyes.

“Good afternoon,” she stammered. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The man smiled, removing his hat and placing it under his arm. “As a matter of fact, you can. I was told I might be able to find some griffin tooth here?”

“Oh! Absolutely, let me take you to it,” Bonnie replied, leaving her post to lead the way. Surely she could have simply pointed to the shelf, seeing as the shop wasn’t exactly big, but customer engagement was important to her - after all, for all she knew, a personalized shopping experience could be the difference between a lifetime regular and a one-time novelty shopper. The two took a short walk over to the right corner of the store, where all the gold products were - Bonnie liked to organize them by color, she thought it made things look prettier. 

“Okay, owl feather, pot of gold, golem gear… Ah! Griffin tooth! How much were you looking to get?”

“Well, how much you got?”

“It looks like… About four jars.”

“I’ll take ‘em all,” the man beamed. “I mean, it’s a miracle I was even able to find any… Thank you.”

“Of course! You’re very welcome, mister…”

“Wonka,” he said, filling in the blank. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Wonka, you are very welcome,” Bonnie repeated.

“Please, call me Willy,” the man insisted.

“Was Mr. Wonka your father?” Bonnie asked, attempting to joke with him as they made their way back to the checkout counter.

“No, I don’t know my father’s name, actually,” Willy responded.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he grinned.

Bonnie’s face tinted pink as she took her place behind the counter, setting herself up to make the sale. All the while, Willy kept his eyes on her, watching as she typed away on her system. She looked to be about his age, which was wonderful news for Willy for a multitude of reasons. For one, it gave him hope for his own business venture - if Bonnie could run a shop like this, surely he could make it with his chocolate shop. It also gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally find a friend his own age in her. For much of his life, Willy really only knew people older than him - well, Noodle being the exception. But, on the boat, all of his coworkers were a bit older, and his new friends from Scrubbit's were all a bit older, and even much of his customer base proved to be at least a few years older than he was. He felt like he was so far behind them - maybe someone like Bonnie could help him catch up.

“Okay, so… four jars of griffin tooth… That comes to twelve sovereigns!” Bonnie said cheerfully, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Really?” Willy asked, tilting his head to the side. “Just… Just twelve sovereigns?”

“Sure,” Bonnie shrugged. “Three sovereigns per jar, four jars… That makes twelve sovereigns.”

Willy looked at her bewildered, his expression suggesting some kind of boyish glee. Bonnie’s blush surely got darker, though she couldn’t tell considering her cheeks had been a little hot since he walked through the door. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever found griffin tooth at that kind of price before,” Willy said. “I mean, I almost feel like I’m stealing from you. You’re sure that’s all I owe you?”

“Positive,” Bonnie nodded. “My grandmother always wanted to keep the prices reasonable - she always said everyone deserved the finest goods at the fairest price.”

“Well, your grandmother sounds like she was a wise woman.”

“Yeah, she was,” Bonnie replied, grinning to herself.

She finished ringing up the sale, putting the twelve sovereigns in her register, then gently wrapping up each jar. Her packaging was something she prided herself on, and as she stealthily glanced up at Willy, she could tell he was a fan of it too.

“I like that paper you’re using, it’s pretty,” he mused, his eyes fixated on the burgundy striped paper curling around the jar in Bonnie's hands.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Gotta keep the jars safe, you know? I don’t want them to break and make a mess in the bag.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture. Not too many shop owners around here seem to put in the level of care you do. I mean, even down to the decor… I can tell there’s a lot of love in this place. I can only hope my shop can feel a fraction as nice as this.”

“You have a shop?” Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as she slid the bag of griffin tooth closer to him.

“I do! Wonka’s Chocolate Shop, down at the Gallery Gourmet.”

“Chocolate… Is that what you need all this griffin tooth for?”

“Sure is! Not all at once, of course, but it never hurts to have a little extra… You should come by! I’ll let you taste test the batch I use your ingredients for.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bonnie said, offering a nod and a smile.

Willy put his hat back on, tipping it to her as he picked up the bag and headed for the door. “Bonnie was it?”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“I will definitely be back.”

[murswrites]

Only You ⎯  Bonnie Gold Drabble

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Warnings: Toxic relationship, gaslighting (technically), typical Peaky Blinders stuff, yandere(?)

Angst #54: “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.”

A/N This isn’t like my normal Bonnie pieces but @haileyybird​‘s yandere fics are out of this world and have opened my eyes to many possibilities >:) Also the title is kinda inspired by the whole thing in Far Cry 5 of Jacob using the song “Only You” to train the player/character :)

There was a sickly feeling of terror crawling down your spine at the sight of Bonnie. He’d been acting strange, no longer the sweet boy you’d met a few months prior. You hardly noticed until he began keeping you from other people. First it had been small things, offering to do your shopping, picking up your clothes from the tailor, just... little sweet nothings.

But the longer things went on, the more you realized how controlling he was. You used to find comfort in him and now needed out. You’d asked so nicely, “Can I go out with some friends, love, I haven’t seen them in ages.” And he immediately recoiled like you’d told him you cheated.

It was like the façade finally dropped and you saw pure chaos in his eyes. “But you’ve got me? Am I not enough for you, dove?” Bonnie used his pretty face to his advantage and you almost felt bad before he grew annoyed at your silence.

He turned around almost as if to shield his anger from you and when Bonnie’s brown eyes met yours once more, he looked like he’d been crying. “All I do is for you, you know?” Bonnie grabbed your upper arms, forcing you to really look at him as he leaned closer, “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now,”

The worst thing about the whole situation, was that you believe Bonnie. There wasn’t madness behind his eyes, just so much love and it made you sick to the stomach. “You are the only person I have now,” His grip grew tighter before you kissed him as a distraction.

Then, you ran. You’d been pressed up against the side of the vardo for what felt like forever. It hurt having to fear him, he’d been the only one by your side for weeks but it was too much. Too much far too fast.

Something inside you knew this would be your only chance to escape, even if Bonnie was sweet something felt wrong about it all. One deep breath and thirty seconds later and you pushed off the side of the vardo, running toward the woods.

You must of hit your head, because you woke up in bed with Bonnie. You pushed away from him and nearly fell onto the floor, “Get away from me,” There was a tremor in your voice, causing it to waiver as you held your hand out in front of you.

Bonnie tilted his head in confusion as he looked at you, “What’s wrong dove?”

“D-do not call me that,” It was hard to look at him knowing what he’d done to keep you away from your friends.

He reached for you, only to see you recoil, “Woah, what’s wrong, please talk to me,” Bonnie seemed so innocent to what seemed to be a dream, it confused you greatly.

“I- you wouldn’t let me leave, how did I get here?” Your strong resolve was breaking as he waited for you to calm down.

“Love, s’okay, I’d never do that. What put that in your head? He sounded so kind, it was hard to keep fighting. “All is well, come here, you must have had a nightmare.” Bonnie patted the spot beside him and you stared blankly for a moment before slowly sitting beside him.

Bonnie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head, “I’m sorry about your nightmare, love. I’d never hurt you,”

You couldn’t answer him so you just nodded, feeling conflicted.

[sleepypeaky]

little christmas

bonnie gold x reader

request: A cute simple Christmas Eve with Bonnie??💜

a/n: ok so please let me know if anything is off regarding romani traditions- i really tried to find stuff but i dont know if its right. I hope you like it! I sure do!

The mulled wine was done just as the first flurries fell from the sky on christmas eve.

You lifted the pot over two mugs and filled them to the brim with the steaming liquid. The spices from the wine and the smell of woodsmoke gave the vardo a heavenly aroma.

“Its readyyyy!” You called as you made your way over to your and Bonnie’s bed, handing him the mugs so you could get cosy under the blankets. 

You were sitting beside one another and gazing out the small window next to the bed, the carved wooden window framing the wintery scene like a painting.

"mm this is wonderful!” Bonnie hummed as he sipped his drink. 

You looked over your shoulder at the small christmas tree in the corner of the room. Eyeing the candles on the branches, you asked (for the third time)

“are you sure thats safe? that cant be safe.” 

Bonnie chuckled and put down his mug, “I promise you its safe! I’ve had a tree just like that for my whole life....so probably.”

“Bonnie!” You gasped and swatted him playfully as he laughed. “Its a legitimate concern! Lighted candles on a flammable tree in a small space-”

“Y/n” He cut you off by bringing a hand to your chin to face him. “it’ll be fine, just look how perfect everything is.” He gestured around.

Everything was perfect, the soft glow of the stove, the view (of bonnie, and the snow). You leaned forward and kissed him softly. 

“oh wait!” He said and abruptly got out of the bed.

He scurried over to a cabinet and took out a tin before returning. “I got these for you today.”

He handed you the tin, which, you discovered to your delight, was full of Pfeffernüsse.

“oo yummy!”  You squealed and took one out for you and one for Bonnie.

You nestled in closer to him and watched the snow fall outside, the only sounds were the ticking of a clock and the tiny tap of snow against glass.

Later, you were curled up together in the glow of the dying fire, distantly, you heard the clock strike 12.

“Merry christmas bonnie.” You mumbled.

“merry christmas love.”

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[myriadimagines]

hey! congrats on your milestone♡ can i request a peaky blinders ship drabble with a male chara + prompts 6 and 88? i'm painfully shy at first that i seem unapproachable, but once you get to know me, i'm passionate in what i love, loyal, and easily flustered. i love music, books and stargazing. i can also be a huge softie to my favourite person uwu thank you♡

Characters: Reader x Bonnie Gold

Warnings: —

Prompt: 06. “I’ll walk you home.” & 88. “I still love you.”

Word Count: 406

A/N: it was between finn and bonnie for this one!! but thank u so much, i hope u like it!! i didnt feel like creating a backstory for this so the reader and bonnie’s past is up to ✨interpretation✨

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“I’ll walk you home.”

You stare at Bonnie, heart skipping beats in your chest. He shyly offers you the tiniest smile, eyes nervously searching yours, looking for answers he’s not even sure he wants to find. You gulp, swallowing all the words you’ve been afraid to say, worried they might spill from your lips before you can stop them. You nod, and Bonnie gestures, offering for you to walk first, and you take in a deep breath before you take the first step.

You walk side by side, arms brushing, so tantalisingly close, both too close and not close enough. You wonder if it’s possible to yearn for something you thought disappeared, but being with him brings back feelings you thought you had forgotten. He still smells like freshly cut grass, the scent of nature, and you long to reach out, to hold his hand. Both of you walk in silence, shoulders slumped, feeling the heaviness of your emotions bearing down on you.

The night is quiet, the air is cold, and Bonne wants to drape his jacket over your shoulders but he stops himself. Perhaps it’s too much, he worries, despite being such a small gesture. But as you walk closer to your house, Bonnie wishes the street would continue stretching on, so he could spend more time with you, spend an eternity with you under the moonlight. 

You stop at your door, turning to face Bonnie. His young face looks tired, looks like he’s seen too many things he shouldn’t have. He’s never been able to sleep properly ever since your breakup, but you don’t know that. His lips part, and you hold your breath, but your heart betrays you, beating him to it before he can even utter a word.

“I still love you.” you blurt, and your heart aches, and you feel regret and relief and think you might be able to finally breathe easy now that the truth is out in the open. 

“I know,” Bonnie responds quietly, and he steps closer to you, pressing the gentlest kiss on the top of your head. You close your eyes, feel his hands rest on your shoulders as you lean into his chest, and you wish that you could stay in his arms. But eventually, his hands fall away from you, and he steps away, off the front steps of your building. He looks up at you, smiling, “I still love you, too.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Temporary (Bonnie Gold Oneshot)

((PEAKY BLINDERS SEASON 5 SPOILERS))

Character/s: Bonnie

Word Count: 1,033

Requested: anon

Prompt/s: Patchwork, Safety Pin

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

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

Summary: The only thing keeping you going is Bonnie 💕

Gif Credit: @bills-skarsgards :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smallheathgangsters]

Winner’s Kiss | B.G.

A/N: This is short but very sweet and I just love Bonnie a lot. Also, thank you Anon for requesting this, your ask was the reason I actually started wanting to write for Bonnie and I hope you’re enjoying my series for him! 🧡

Request: “your stuff!!!! the quality!!!! you are so damn talented!! can i pls get a prompt 40 with bonnie gold if u write for him. ik not many do but hes my boy 🥺 thank u queen” by Anon

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Reader

Word Count: 861

Type: pure fluff

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You tried so hard not to flinch every time Bonnie’s opponent struck, but it was impossible. The fear of your boyfriend being dangerously hurt was overwhelming. Seeing his pretty face streaming with blood, his left eye swollen and slowly turning blue. It wasn’t a sight you enjoyed. But it didn’t matter. Because all that mattered to you, was Bonnie being happy. And boxing made Bonnie happy.

Even though the crowd was loud, cheering and roaring, the only thing you heard was Bonnie’s panting. And as long as your ears were filled with the sound of his deep, controlled breaths, you were okay.

You watched as Bonnie dodged a punch and immediately responded with an unexpected blow, his fist meeting the other man’s jaw from below, sending his head back with force. Bonnie didn’t wait for the opponent to compose himself, hitting him in the temple only a split second later and bringing him to his knees with it.

Seeing your boyfriend towering over the man, most likely half a head taller and quite a lot heavier than him, made you jump out of your seat, letting out an excited cheer. Your clenched fist was thrown into the air, celebrating Bonnie’s victory.

The referee grabbed Bonnie’s wrist, holding his arm up in the air to announce his triumph to the audience, making the place erupt into deafening jubilation. The atmosphere and the huge smile on Bonnie’s face made your chest almost burst of how proud you were of him.

You noticed Bonnie’s eyes searching the crowd for you. When he spotted your tiny self in between all the men, he sent you a cheeky grin before mouthing I love you. You replied to his sweet gesture with a smile and nodded your head into the direction of the fitting rooms, letting him know you’d be waiting for him back there. Then, you started pushing yourself through the spectators.

When you arrived in the back room, where Bonnie had his clothes and belongings, you hopped onto the table in the middle of the space, swinging your legs back and forth lazily while waiting for him.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long until he burst through the door, the broadest grin plastered on his face.

“Is that a winner I spot?” you greeted him, laughing.

“This was one of the best fights I’ve ever had!”

You couldn’t stop smiling at how overjoyed Bonnie was. So much, that your cheeks eventually started burning. “I’m so proud of you, Bonnie.”

“You are?”

“Of course! Now come here and let me give you a kiss!” you exclaimed, moving your index finger to emphasise your wish.

He took a few steps towards you but stopped just before you could reach him. “But I’m all sweaty and bloody … and a little bit gross.”

You rolled your eyes at his cute pout and let out a huffed laugh. “Don’t be stupid. Since when do I care about some blood and sweat?”

With that, you leaned forward slightly, trying not to slide off the table and grabbed his hand. You pulled him closer gently and moved your hands up to cup his face. “And by the way, you’re too beautiful not to touch. Even with that blue eye of yours.”

Your last sentence was paired with a cocky wink.

There was nothing in the world you loved more than the blush that appeared on Bonnie’s cheeks whenever you complimented his appearance. The way he scrunched up his nose as if he were trying to deny it although knowing you wouldn’t appreciate it at all.

“I love you, okay? And even though I’m scared shitless every time I see you up there in the ring, I cannot wait to see you grow and get even better than you already are,” you whispered, while having your foreheads touch.

“How do I deserve you?” he breathed, closing his eyes.

Another smile chased along your lips. Then, you closed the gap between you and him, kissing him passionately. A warm, fuzzy feeling took over your body and you couldn’t remember a moment in your life you’d felt happier than right now, wrapped up in Bonnie’s loving touch.

Just as you thought you’d completely melt away, the door was slammed open, making you and Bonnie jump away from each other in surprise.

Bonnie’s coach stood in the door frame, giving the two of you a weird look. “I wanted to ask Bonnie if he wanted to join us for a drink, y’know … to celebrate. But I see, he’s already celebrating.”

“Fuck off,” Bonnie chuckled, giving you an apologising look.

“We’ll be at the Garrison,” his coach muttered and quickly closed the door again. Bonnie moved his hazel eyes back to you and took a step closer again, slipping his arms around your waist. “Sorry for that.”

“It’s okay,” you grinned. “Don’t you want to join them?”

Bonnie snorted. “Are you being serious? They can wait. All I want to do right now is be with my pretty lady.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s absolutely no rush, Y/N. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

[wonderlanddreamer]

Lydia Shelby x Bonnie Gold.

"Think you can handle it, Miss Shelby?" Bonnie teased, his voice a silky blend of challenge and invitation that seemed to dance through the air.

Lydia, never one to back down from a challenge, arched an eyebrow in response. Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I can handle more than you think, Gypsy boy," she replied, her tone carrying a playful edge.

Bonnie shifted closer, closing the gap between them. His presence was a mix of intimidation and thrill, a magnetic force that drew Lydia in. With a swift movement, he demonstrated a punch, his muscles taut and powerful beneath his fitted shirt. Lydia's eyes followed the motion, captivated by the raw strength he exuded with such ease.

"Your turn," he instructed, stepping behind her with a fluid grace. As he adjusted her stance, his hands brushed against hers, the contact sending an electric jolt up her spine. The touch was brief but left a lingering sensation.

With Bonnie's guidance, Lydia threw a punch. His breath was warm against her ear, a gentle whisper of encouragement. "Nice form," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of approval that sent a pleasant shiver through her.

Lydia glanced over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto his. The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that was both exhilarating and unnerving. "Maybe you should watch closely," she quipped, attempting to mask the flutter of excitement in her chest.

Bonnie chuckled softly, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Oh, I intend to," he promised, his words carrying a weight of intention.

As the session came to an end, Bonnie lingered, his smile carrying a hint of something more—a promise, perhaps, of what was yet to come. "We should do this again, Lydia," he suggested.

Lydia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'd like that," she admitted, her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within her.

[novashelby]

His Free Horse: Lydia & Bonnie

“I heard you like horses, Miss. Shelby.” The Gypsy boy with a coy charm grinned, leaning against the wooden fence that kept the horses contained. Lydia hardly saw him so…relaxed? She couldn’t quite put the correct word, but she knew…. There, just the two of them, surrounded by greenery and a simple cottage that was home to two horses, she and him were at peace.

She walked over, bare feet soaking up the mud. Everyone joked about how he was just a tad taller than her-without shoes. Like vines, they snaked their arms around each other’s waists and kissed noses. “You name me a Shelby that doesn’t like horses and I’ll give you a shilling, Mr. Gold.”

The grin turned soft and gentle. “I could use a good few of those-”

“Shillings don’t do you good with your head knocked in.” Her smile turned down as she rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. “I like you better here, Bonnie Gold. With me and nothing around us except the earth.”

Merry Christmas, Daisy. This is a little gift from me to you to show you love much I truly appreciate your friendship. You and I have become not only great Tumblr friends, but just amazing friends in general. You truly mean a lot to me and words cannot stress that enough. I hope you enjoy this little gift. I love you. @wonderlanddreamer

Divider credit: @strangergraphics

[blinder-secrets]

Bonnie and 💌🌹

xoxo

‘Bon, what’s this?’

You toy with the corner of the envelope in front of you, trace along its back and over until you’re picking up the stem set atop it. When he doesn’t answer, you turn to him, question repeating in your expression.

He looks at you like he doesn’t understand, or rather, like he doesn’t understand that you don’t understand, like you may have banged your head on the way in and forgotten all things entirely, like you’re asking him to explain the world in a breath.

��Well,’ he says slowly, ‘it’s a rose, dove, and a letter. A card, from me.’

You smile, tucking the laugh back behind your tongue. I know that, you think, I know that you perfectly innocent boy. Free of judgement even when he thinks you’re going barmy.

‘I didn’t know we were doing Valentines,’ is what you say instead. ‘I haven’t got you anything.’

The smile flicks across his face in answer, quick as a punch. ‘Course you have,’ he says, ‘you’re here, aren’t ya?’ Then he crosses the room in two steps, eager, excitable as always. ‘I haven’t wanted more than that, ever. Never will.’

You don’t ask if he means it, because he never lies about these things. He never lies in general. You just kiss him and let him kiss you. That’s the exchange; a card, a rose, you, forever.

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valentines ask game + drabbles already posted

[peakyswritings]

RULES

Characters I write for:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Finn Shelby

Michael Gray

Isaiah Jesus

Bonnie Gold

Luca Changretta

Polly Gray

Ada Shelby

What I write for:

Romantic relationships that involve adult people

Content that might be triggering, as long as it makes me comfortable (I will always put a warning)

What I don’t write for:

Polyamorous relationships (it’s not because I don’t consider them valid, it’s because I don’t know much about them and I don’t want to misrepresent them)

Smut

Romanticised abuse/mental illness/triggering content

Romantic relationships that involve minors

If you want to know if I received your request, check this list!

I won’t answer my asks unless I’m refusing your request, but don’t worry, as long as you follow the rules I won’t refuse it!

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, so be kind and if you notice any mistake tell me and I’ll be happy to follow your advice!

Please don’t send me requests that have already been accepted by other blogs

[the-west-meadow]

I don't know if you write for him, but how about Bonnie Gold and reader with 1 and 9 if that's okay? If not you could pick any character if you want if you feel more comfortable! Thank you so much!!

Heck yeah I’ll write for Bonnie! I’m all about writing for underrepresented characters. If anyone else has a request, choose from this list! I hope you like this, anon :)

Prompt: “That’s starting to get annoying.” & “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Bonnie Gold x Reader

The thunderstorm came up suddenly. Bonnie had brought you to the city that day to see some of the places where he had fought and won. They were adding up quickly— he couldn’t seem to lose a match. Soon, his name would be known all over Birmingham, and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You hung on his every word, watching how his eyes lit up when he recounted his fights with some of the most famous boxers in the city.

Thankfully, you were within distance of his flat when the rain began. He grabbed you around the shoulders suddenly, and the two of you sprinted up the sidewalk. You were used to coming here by now— it was a far cry from the Romani camps you were used to, and you loved being part of Bonnie’s other life in the city.

Bonnie’s cap and overcoat were soaked, but he helped you out of your jacket first, slipping it from your shoulders as he watched you wiggle out of the sleeves. He hung up your soaking jackets side by side, and flung himself with a sigh upon his bed.

“Fuck. I didn’t get to show you the ring where I’ll be fighting this weekend.”

You sprawled out beside him and jumped when a sudden clap of thunder shook the windows. Bonnie grinned at your reaction.

“Are you scared?” he asked, amused. 

“That startled me!”

“Didn’t see me jump.”

You hit him on the arm, and he fell over laughing. The greatest upcoming boxer in the city was easily defeated by your touch. You settled back against his pillows, watching the rain with arms crossed. The thunder came again— this time with a shriek from you.

“That’s starting to get annoying,” you said, but Bonnie was doubled over laughing. “What?”

He shook his head, unable to speak through the laughter.

“Oh my god, Bonnie. I can’t help it!”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m done.”

But the thunder came again, and as hard as you were trying to brace yourself, you almost jumped out of your skin— this one shook the whole building. Bonnie wrapped both his arms around you, holding you tight and giggling into your shoulder.

“I’ll protect you from the scary thunder, Y/N.”

You pushed him away in mock outrage.

“That’s it! You’re banished, Bonnie Gold. Get the fuck away, now.”

He stopped laughing, now indignant.

“What? You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You froze, grinning a little at his slip of the tongue— my bed too.

“Does that mean it’s my bed first?” you said slyly.

But Bonnie just looked at you with innocent, pleading eyes. He usually clammed up when anything involving feelings came up, but you could see them written all over his face.

“It’s as good as yours,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered, but you wanted to tease him a little more.

“What does that even mean?”

“Well, you’re here all the time… sleeping next to me.”

You could see what a challenge this was for him, but you believed in this champion.

“So…” you said, urging him gently.

He took a steadying breath, looking right into your eyes. Your heart melted a little; those dark eyes took away your every defense. You knew now why he was such a good fighter.

“I been thinking you should live here with me.”

Instead of speaking, you reached out to touch his chest, where his you could see his skin through his t-shirt. It had been distracting you this entire time. You saw his eyelids flutter at your touch.

“Might as well,” you murmured, easing him down with the palm of your hand on his chest. He easily fell to you. With your wet hair hanging over him, you inched closer to his lips.

“You hear that?” he whispered.

“What?”

“The rain’s stopped—“

But you kissed him, warm and damp with rain, your hands clenching his t-shirt, and a moan of relief escaping his body.

“Is this a yes?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

[murswrites]

Heart of Gold ⎯ Bonnie Gold One-Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s a surprise, Y/N.”

“I hate surprises!” You argued.

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that so?”

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

You gasped loudly, “Take it back!”

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