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The Shy Bride-Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her'

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader, Shelby family x Shelby!Reader, Aberama Gold x Reader (in-laws), Esmeralda Gold x Shelby!Reader (in-laws)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arranged marriage, swearing, shouting/arguing, sadness, drinking, fluff

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As I returned home, I eyed up the beautiful dress hanging over the kitchen door, feeling the fabric and admiring it. I had never seen this dress before but it was gorgeous, an extravagant evening gown that every girl would be envious of. But why was it hanging up in Pol's kitchen?

"Pol, who's this dress for?" I asked.

"Would be nice if you greeted me first."

"Sorry, got distracted."

Polly smiled, but it didn't seem genuine."It's for you actually. A gift from Tommy."

"For me? Why is Tommy buying me dresses? He's got good taste actually."

"For a special occasion apparently. We're going out somewhere this afternoon."

"Oh, where?"

"I don't know (Y/N)." there was a slight snap in her tone, but I assumed she was annoyed by my questions."Sorry, just got a lot to do."

"Need help with anything?"

"No, I can handle it. Why don't you start getting ready?"

"Alright, as long as you're sure."

I brushed off Polly's behaviour. My family could have terrible mood swings at times. I understood why, we were in a gang, life could never be simple and sweet. Taking the dress, I quietly squealed to myself, excited to try it on and get myself dolled up. We must have been going somewhere really fancy, probably just to show our faces, show that Tommy was a real family man to benefit the legitimate side of business, give him a good image.

Luckily I had shoes and accessories to match the dress, spending time on how to style my hair and what lipstick to wear. I was never one to boast, but I looked lovely in this outfit. I didn't even question where we could be going or who we would be meeting, not if Tommy was going to buy me a special outfit for each occasion. Headed downstairs when I heard my brother's voices, I was surprised to see them all waiting in the hallway, dressed in their finest suits, and Polly also in one or her best dresses.

"Oh, sorry, am I making us late?"

"No, not at all." Tommy smiled, which was rare. It made me slightly nervous.

"Right. Um, when are we leaving?"

"Might as well head out now. Come on."

Tommy took the lead, walking out of the door, Arthur followed with his head down, whereas John looked at me a little longer, seeming angry. Polly had to nudge him to make him move. Once he walked outside, she held her hand out to me, giving me the same smile from earlier. Either something was going on that I didn't know about or they had just had an argument.

"Pol, me and (Y/N) are going to share a car. The rest of you in the other one." Tommy informed her.

Pol didn't even try arguing back. She squeezed my hand before getting into the car in front of us. Tommy had brought two chauffeurs, he didn't drive as much as he used to now. I wondered why he didn't just meet us at the place we were going to instead of driving all the way here, though I supposed it was for another photo opportunity.

Nothing was said as we set off, both of us just looking out of the window, watching the landscape around us change. My head turned to look at him as he started taking.

"(Y/N), do you know where we're going?"

"No, Pol didn't say anything."

"Good. Right, uh...This is to do with business."

"Oh, OK. Is it the usual, stay with you for a bit then mingle with Polly or the boys whilst you get on with business?"

"No, nothing like that. It actually involves you."

My heart rate had already increased."Me? What? Am I in danger?"

"You're perfectly safe. You're actually going to be even safer after today."

"Can you just tell me what's happening Tommy? The nerves are making me breathe funny."

"I...I had to arrange something."

"Arrange?" I let out a laugh as a thought came into my head."You're not marrying me off are you?"

He didn't reply.

"Oh my god, you are marrying me off!"

"If I told you before, you wouldn't have come."

"Of course I wouldn't! Who am I marrying? Why am I marrying them? Tommy, how could you do this to me?!"

I placed a hand over my chest, feeling like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, my lungs were so tight, I couldn't breathe properly.

"(Y/N), calm down, breathe."

"How can I? You're selling me, you're making me live the rest of my life with a stranger!"

"They're not a stranger."

"Who is it then?"

"It's Bonnie Gold."

"BONNIE GOLD?!"

This was so random. Why was I marrying him? I didn't know him, all I knew about him was how he and his family were now helping protect ours. Tommy also got him a boxing deal, but what did that have to do with me? Why was I being forced to do something? It was just like John all over again.

"It was part of a deal."

"A deal you didn't think to ask my opinion on?"

"Would you have said yes?"

"No!" I tried to steady my breathing but nothing was working."Oh my god, oh my god, I'm getting married to someone I don't know."

"You do know him."

"Not well enough to marry him! We've never even said hello to each other! I think I'm going to be sick. Pull over, please!"

The driver did what I asked, and I immediately jumped out. My legs began walking along the road, I didn't even think about it. Tears were welling up in my eyes over my brother's betrayal. What had I done to deserve this? John needed a wife, he had loads of kids that needed looking after, they worked. What if me and Bonnie didn't? What if he was actually a horrible person? Tommy didn't know him as well as he thought he did, they could be hiding anything.

"(Y/N), get back in the car please."

"No! Why am I getting married for a deal? I'm not out of control, I'm not rowdy, I do what I'm told all the time and I'm nice to everyone! And this is what I get for following the rules, your rules?"

"I wouldn't let you two marry if I thought he would hurt you. Bonnie is going to treat you well (Y/N), I know he is."

"Am I going to have to live in a wagon?!"

His head tilted back as he sighed."Fuck me. No, you're not, you'll be living in a house."

"I can't do it, Tommy, I can't, I really can't do this."

"You have to, I have to keep my end of the bargain."

"Do you know how angry I am with you?!"

"I think so."

There were so many things I wanted to scream at him. Who else knew? Why did they let him do it? Who's idea was it in the first place? I couldn't though. My breathing was out of control, my eyes were stinging with tears, and loud sobs were coming out of my mouth.

Tommy gently put his hands on my shoulders, making me stand up straight."We do things for this family, yeah? We go through hardships to make our family stronger. And I'm asking you (Y/N), please go along with this. If we can keep an alliance with the Gold's, it will only bring us good. I wouldn't ask you if I was desperate or if I didn't think you could do it."

I contemplated running away there and then. However, I wasn't going to get far in these shoes. Home was too far away by now, the roads weren't clear and if anyone recognised me, I could be dead within hours.

"I really have to do this, don't I?"

Tommy nodded, cautiously wrapping an arm around me to slowly take us back to the car. For the rest of the drive I hung my head, staring at the pretty shoes I had picked for today. This was it. I was getting married. Married to a man I had only seen but never talked to, married to a man to settle a deal. My brother, who I trusted and loved, had thrown me to the dogs, not even glancing back to face the consequences of his actions; it was all to benefit him.

We pulled up at Tommy's house. He explained that since this was a quick arrangement it was easier to hold the ceremony there, it was more personal, they knew it was safe. My stomach cramped up as I stepped inside, spotting the bouquet of flowers everywhere. They even fucking decorated. Ada and Polly were at the entrance, both looking as pissed off as I was. Unfortunately, Ada held my own bouquet in her hands.

"You can't do this Tom. Just cancel it, go in there and say the wedding is off. She's just a girl." Ada spat.

"Ada." Polly warned.

"You can't go along with this Pol. She's being forced into a marriage!"

Tommy cleared his throat."Ada, Pol, please take your seats."

"Hold on," Pol pulled out her powder box from her purse, dabbing the brush on my face,"need that beautiful face of yours back."

I knew she was trying to cheer me up, and clean me up so I would look like such a mess. It would all just stream off my face later. My hands shook as I held the flowers, the petals and leaves slightly rustling. Polly and Ada left hesitantly, shushing everyone in the hall where I assumed the ceremony was taking place.

"Are you going to be sick?" Tommy asked.

"Not sure." I whispered.

"Just know that I hate this too. I wouldn't-"

"Shut up Tommy."

I never snapped at Tommy, or anyone really. But this called for it. I could have called him every nasty name under the sun there and then. When he held out his arm for me, I reluctantly took it, wishing I could sprint to the stables to steal a horse, ride off into the sunset. But it was too late, because the doors to the hall opened, and there everyone stood, watching intently as I walked down the aisle. I didn't even have a proper wedding dress.

It felt like I had never worn heels before, I was wobbling all over the place. Bonnie looked miles away, though I was beside him in seconds. His family were here, my family sat on the opposite side. Tommy gingerly pressed a kiss to my cheek before going to sit down. And here I was, stood next to my soon to be husband. He kindly smiled at me, though I couldn't bear to even look at him, eyes flickering away. I stared at Jeremiah who was officiating the wedding, the poor man must have thought I was evil the way I was looking at him.

The ceremony felt muffled, as if I couldn't hear anything properly. Jeremiah waffled on, until we had to say our vows and exchange the rings. I focused so much on his words to not get them wrong, only realising that after we had said them to each other, that was it, we were now married.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Jeremiah announced.

Both our families clapped to fill the silence. Bonnie leaned down but I retracted out of instinct. He halted before moving again, slower this time, to kiss my cheek. Taking my hand in his, he walked us out of the hall, the doors closing behind us. I let out a shocked breath, looking at the ring on my finger. Bonnie went to speak.

"So, I-"

I snatched my hand out of his, scurrying to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. I needed a drink, and a lot of it. I also wanted to get out of any awkward conversations that were about to ensue. There was way too much going on right now to start small talk.

Unfortunately he had followed me, watching as I popped open a bottle. I glanced at the glass in my hand, deciding to set it down and drink from the bottle.

"I'm not that bad am I?" Bonnie tried to joke.

I didn't say anything, leaning back against the counter.

"Look, I'm sorry this has happened. We don't know each other, back in there was the first time we've spoken, it's a lot. But I want you to know that I'm going to look after you. We'll go at your pace, whatever you're comfortable with. I want us to be friends at least."

He sounds genuine. When Bonnie first joined the Peaky Blinders, he hadn't been overly cocky like some of the others. Of course he was a bit more boastful when it came to the ring, though that was all part of his image. And he was the only peaky boy to not try it on with me. Ironic.

"Sorry for just going in for the kiss too. I thought a small peck wouldn't hurt."

"It's fine." I mumbled, casting my eyes to the floor.

He took a few seconds before speaking again."Never been much of a wine person."

I looked up at him as he stood opposite to me, also leaning back in a countertop.

"Suppose that could change." he held out his hand for the bottle, indicating that I pass it over.

He took a swig, scrunching up his face and coughing after. The corner of my mouth twitched at how silly he looked, but didn't show him that.

"God, that is so sweet. How do you chug it back?"

"I don't usually." I squeaked out."Just...just flet like I needed to."

He passed the bottle back to me."I won't lie, I don't exactly want my new wife to be drunk on our first night together."

My eyes widened.

"No, not like that! Nothing is going to happen. I just meant, I would like to use this time to get to know you."

I was being stubborn. I wanted to go against him, just to spite Tommy. But I was too shy, I couldn't even hold eye contact with him.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit. But please come up to the party, my family can't wait to meet you." he made his way to the door, stopping and turning around."You look beautiful tonight."

I didn't let him see me blush, turning away as I drank more from the bottle. I hated how easily I was embarrassed. Boys tried flirting with me, though I knew that was because they wanted to say they had shagged a Shelby girl. Of course I knew their intentions, hence why I was still a virgin.

After a few more swigs, I knew I had to go back upstairs. Setting the almost finished bottle aside, I took a deep breath, adjusting the bottom of my dress, checking my face in a mirror before heading to see my family and new in-laws.

When I returned, everyone was gathered in the lavish front room. Music was playing, champagne was being handed out, and everyone seemed relatively happy chatting with one another. Finn, John and Adawere the only ones not mingling, scowling faces on them as they observed the others.

"(Y/N)," a man caught my attention, it was Bonnie's father,"welcome to the family."

I politely smiled."Thank you sir."

"Call me Aberama. I appreciate the manners though. And I understand you're not entirely happy with this marriage."

I glanced away from him."But believe me when I say that Bonnie has been just as nervous. Although he is also very determined to ensure you are comfortable and feel like a part of the family."

That was nice, I guess.

"He has multiple sisters who you might find easier to talk to rather than an old man."

He raised his drink to me, smiling as he walked away. I really didn't want to talk to anyone, scurrying to my three siblings who were most against this arrangement.

"You alright?" Finn draped his arm around my shoulders, and I quickly hugged him, clinging on.

I shook my head no.

"Of course she isn't. This is all a big mistake, we should have come up with a plan to get her out of here." Ada huffed.

John scoffed."Oh yeah, that would have gone down a treat with both families."

"You were just as much against it all as we were."

"No one was for this marriage, well, besides Tom. But it's done now, innit? I'll just have to keep a special eye on the new in-law."

"Can we stop talking about it please? Just talk about anything else." I asked quietly, realising some of the others were looking over at us, and that made me incredibly nervous.

Before we even had a chance to change the topic, someone from Bonnie's side of the family made her way over. I looked anywhere but her, until she was stood beside me. She was beautiful, probably around the same age as myself, though her confidence gave her a more mature look.

"I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I'm Esmeralda, one of Bonnie's sisters."

"Nice to meet you."

Get a grip woman.

"There's actually three of us, sisters I mean. Poor Bonnie didn't have any brothers to rough around with. Though I suppose it is only you and Ada amongst all these men."

Ada smiled at her, though you could tell it was out of sarcasm. I cringed, hoping Esmeralda hadn't seen that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join us?" she gestured to where her other sisters were, who waved.

"Um, yes."

It sounded more like a question, but Esmeralda took that answer. I worriedly looked back to my own siblings, annoyed at my politeness. Where was my Shelby fire?

I sat by Esmeralda, the others sitting across from us. She instantly started up a conversation, it was easy to see she was fine around strangers. I only wished to half as confident as her. Her sisters also chimed in now and then, trying to involve me in the conversation. There was no talk about the wedding, just typical girly things; dresses, makeup, dances, they even spoke about their traditions. It slowly moved onto the topic of Bonnie, though past stories about him, tales of how he was as a child. I even managed to break out a smile.

"And obviously we'll all be getting to know each other a bit better once we're all moved in together." Esmeralda exclaimed.

"S-sorry?"

Esmeralda and her sisters held a serious look, bursting out laughing a second later. I was confused, had I missed a joke?

"Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood. Of course we're not living with you two!"

"I don't even know where we're living."

"Well, neither do we, but I'm sure your brother has sorted it."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry, have I upset you?"

"No! No, I'm fine." I was tempted to excuse myself, but I went against that. I was going to be social."So, is there abythibg else I should know about Bonnie?"

Perhaps this was my way of getting to know my husband without actually talking to him. Even if it was a subconscious thing, I was getting information about him. And there didn't seem to be a bad bone in his body unless he was in the ring, or defending his sisters from a man who had disrespected them, though that was more chivalrous.

"Sorry ladies, may I borrow my sister?" Tommy asked, gesturing for me to follow him.

I smiled at the girls, catching up with my brother who was making his way to his office, grabbing Bonnie on the way. I faltered when he stepped in line with me, not used to having a boy so close to me. Bonnie let me go first into the office, closing the door behind him. Tom nodded his head towards the two chairs at the desk, sitting behind it. We sat down, waiting to hear why he had brought us here.

"So, seeing as you two are married now, you'll be needing a place of your own." Tommy started."And I have provided that for you."

"No, Tommy, we couldn't accept that." I protested, feeling awkward about situations involving money.

"I agree Mr Shelby, that's way too generous. You already let us get married in your house."

"It's my fault you two are married right now. And I just hope that I can gain back some trust and..." he glanced at me,"love, by doing this."

I picked at the skin around my nails, a bad habit."Are you sure Tommy? Nothing too big right?"

"No. It's a new build but out in the country. You also have a big patch of land, I thought you might appreciate that Bonnie. It's secluded, like this. Three bedrooms, kitchen, front room, all the other shit."

"Thank you very much Mr Shelby." Bonnie stood, reaching out his hand.

Tommy shook it, no expression on his face.

"Thanks Tom. I guess it's a start to your apology."

I felt guilty for saying that, but I wanted it to sting. He had really hurt me today, I wasn't going to fall to his feet because he bought me a house.

Tommy then informed us that it was time for us to leave. He had one of his chauffeurs waiting, and everyone had followed us outside. They had rice to throw at us as we went to the car. In a way, I appreciated the effort they were putting in to make it seem like a happy occasion, I also found it demeaning. You're now being forced to marry a man you don't know, but here's a pretty dress and some champagne.

"I don't have anything with me." I pointed out before I got in the car.

Polly stepped forward, quietly speaking so no one else would hear."Tommy made Ada pack some of your things before she came here. Obviously she didn't want to, but you need your clothes at least. I'll be round with the rest of it soon love."

Wow, they weren't waiting around to get rid of me. Sadly getting into the car, I didn't even acknowledge Bonnie as he opened and closed the door for me. Once Bonnie was inside the car, the chauffeur drove off. I coukd hear our families cheering for us, I didn't bother looking back, whereas Bonnie was waving.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

I nodded, pressing my lips together as I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. Thankfully he left it at that, he knew I needed time to process everything.

The house Tommy got us was no where near the size of his, though I didn't want that. It was still big for two people, and despite it being a new house, it had an old fashioned look to it. It had the feel of a farm house without the barn, different stones making the structure with vines growing all over it. I loved it, which was irritating because Tommy knew me so well.

"This is going to be strange." Bonnie said as he helped the chauffeur with the bags."Never lived in a house before."

"Oh...hope you like it."

It was a wonder why I never had a boyfriend.

I had wished that the chaffuer had taken more time with the bags. Because Bonnie was a gentleman, he insisted helping, and the task was completed far too quickly. Now it was just me and Bonnie, in our house, our house we loved in together as a married couple.

"Shall we take a look around? See what's actually in our house?"

Bless him, he was trying so hard. I agreed, letting him lead as we checked each room. It was all furnished, there was even some food in the kitchen, soap and towels in the bathroom, any little things we wouldn't have packed with us were provided. He was in awe of the place, I knew he was used to travelling to different places, it was just strange to see his expressions over a house.

"Your brother is very generous."

"Yes, though I know why he's given this to us."

"To make up for marrying me?"

"No, well yes, but not in the way you said. Sorry Bonnie, you must think I'm horrible. It's just...I'm really shy around new people, it took so much energy out of me talking to everyone today, not to mention the actual ceremony itself. I probably would have fainted if I wasn't concentrating on acting normal."

"I didn't think you were horrible. I knew you were scared. I'm afraid your acting skills need some work."

We had walked into one of the bedrooms as we spoke, my stomach dropping again. Was I going to have to share a bed with him? I had never done that before.

"Choose which room you like. I'll sleep in another." he said.

"Hm?"

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you, I wouldn't put you under that pressure."

"Oh, thank you. Then, you should choose."

He smiled at me."Fine, then I choose you having the master bedroom, and I shall go see what other room I prefer."

I managed to smile back, bashful over how sweet he was being. That was a huge relief lifted off my chest. If he hadn't mentioned anything before bedtime, I wouldn't have said anything, I didn't want to bring up topic.

We both got changed (separately) into something comfier, weirdly emerging from our rooms at the same time. Deciding it was time to eat, we rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to see what we could muster up. I took charge, seeing as Bonnie had only ever cooked over a fireplace.

"Sorry it's not much, it's bits and pieces really." I set his plate down in front of him, thinking how much of a wife I looked right now.

"Thank you. Don't worry, I'm sure it will be delicious. We can go shopping for food tomorrow if you want?"

That's what couples do.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

We kept to our food, eating in silence. I tried to eat as quickly as I could, wanting this dreadful tension to lift and be over with. I felt terrible because he was trying so hard to be a good husband to me already, or just a good friend really. And here I was, not even able to eat a meal with him, he must have been dreading the rest of his life with me.

As he finished, I quickly stood to clear everything away, already starting to clean up as he protested. We still had a whole evening ahead of us, what were we supposed to do? I caught him moving in my peripheral vision, grabbing two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne gifted to us. He held them up to me.

"Fancy sharing a bottle?"

We were sat in the front room on opposite ends of the sofa, the lit fireplace crackling in front of us. Bonnie was casually facing me whilst I stared into the flames.

"You surprised me you know, when I first saw you." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first joined the blinders, I remember seeing you, and I obviously thought 'wow, she's gorgeous', though I knew to stay away."

There I went, blushing again.

"But you weren't like your family. You weren't harsh or outspoken, you were so quiet. I've seen you around your family, I know you are different with them, and I get that I'm a complete stranger to you so it will be different. I just hadn't expected a Shelby to be so....reclusive."

"A lot of people say that."

"That wasn't me saying it's a bad thing by the way!"

"It is a bad thing when you're a Shelby. I'm not trusted to do anything within the business. This is the first time they've used me. And they didn't even ask."

"That's a good thing though, isn't it? About not being involved in the business?"

"I guess."

"Let's talk about something else, eh? Uh, why don't you tell me...your favourite colour?"

"Favourite colour? Really?"

He laughed."I need to get to know my wife don't I?"

Although I had been answering his basic questions terribly (and boringly, I was just giving one word answers), Bonnie somehow made me open up to him. Not about anything deep or meaningful, just generic facts about my life; what I enjoy doing, funny anecdotes from my childhood, what I liked to do when I went out with friends. In turn, I began asking him questions. We were talking for hours, but we didn't realise that until I happened to glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.

The next week still felt awkward. We slept in our separate rooms, trying to work our different routines to fit each other. Although we were able to talk to each other for more than two minutes, I was always trying to figure out what to talk about next. I didn't want to be in a situation where we were stuck on what to say, I hated that. Looking back on it, I had never spoken to someone so much or so freely besides my family and my small handful of friends.

Both of our families came to visit us. Polly and Ada stayed for a day, mostly catching up but also helping me make the house feel more homely. Aberama only came some mornings to get Bonnie, doing whatever work for my brother, though he always made sure to say hello. Bonnie was gone for a majority of the day, luckily I liked being by myself. Surprisingly, Esmeralda also came for a visit.

"Lovely flowers." she pointed out as we sat in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea.

"Bonnie got them for me."

"Did he?" she smirked."He's a sweetheart isn't he?"

I couldn't help but shyly smile."Yes, it was a lovely gesture."

"A romantic gesture. He may be a tough man and a fighter but he's a big sofite really."

I hummed in agreement.

"Are you alright? How have you two been over the last month?"

I wanted to say that although I did like Bonnie, I knew I was lucky to be in an arranged marriage with him and not some fifty year old, slimy man, I didn't want her to get excited at the thought we might already be in love.

"I won't lie, it's been slow. That's not to say I don't enjoy Bonnie's company, it's just...everyday when I wake up, I still get a little confused at the ring on my finger, then in a second I remember I'm married."

"Yeah, that's never going to be something you can easily forget I guess."

"And I'm not being rude about your brother. Bonnie has been amazing, he's kept his boundaries, made sure I felt respected. But, your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Choosing your dress, what hair and makeup you want, the venue, the cake, it's all part of it. I didn't even have a proposal."

"Oh (Y/N)."

"And when those doors open, you're supposed to look down the aisle and see your soul mate waiting for you. You both smile and start crying because the day has finally come. I had none of that. I'll never have any of that."

She placed her hand over mine."I think over time, you and Bon will learn to love each other. And as frustrating as that is, I believe it will happen."

Esmeralda was a huge comfort. I felt better after talking with her than I did my family. I guessed that it was because she was a new person to talk to, I didn't know what she was going to say, so I wasn't listening to the same dribble I was used to.

It was like any other evening when Bonnie came home. I was reading a book in the front room, sprawled out on the sofa. He called out as he entered the house, I replied but didn't move. He was rustling around in the kitchen, things were being moved around, cupboards opening and closing. Perhaps he was hungry and needed a snack before dinner. I left him to it for a few more seconds, deciding to investigate when he didn't stop.

Just as I was about to walk into the kitchen, Bonnie blocked the doorway, trying to use his whole body to limit my view.

"Hi." he said breathless.

"Hello. Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just...just doing...something."

Whenever I tried to look around him, he moved in my way.

"If you've broken something Bonnie, I don't mind. I'd rather help clean it up."

"No, nothing like that. Could you just...jist trust me?"

I looked up at him, thinking about it.

"Please?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Is it alright if you wait in front room? It's nothing bad, I promise."

I turned around, glancing back at Bonnie before I returned to the sofa and my book. What was he doing? Was he trying to cook? It was sweet if he was, though when we had cooked together before he was never this clumsy. I couldn't ignore the racket coming from the kitchen, unable to concentrate on any of the words in my book.

"Bonnie? Are you sure you're OK in there?" I shouted out to him.

"Yeah!" he quickly replied. Only moments later was he in the front room, a huge grin on his face."If you would like to follow me to your surprise."

"Surprise?"

He nodded, holding out his hand to me. I took it, letting him guide me back to the kitchen. The lights were off, the only source of light was coming from a few candles in the centre of the table, more dotted around the kitchen too. There were two plates with nothing in them, instead, there were different foods on scattered on the table like a picnic.

"Bonnie?"

He stood in front of the table."I spoke with my sister the other day. I wasn't snooping, I just wondered how you were with her, if you told her something about me that I needed to change. She told me how upset you were that you couldn't experience your wedding day properly, and I thought I could help with that. So, I asked Ada and Pol what your favourite food was, all types, and I thought we could have a romantic dinner together. "

I was gobsmacked. A man who was forced into marrying me, who didn't know me, had put all this effort into a dinner together, something no other man would probably do.

"You did this for me?"

"Yeah. You deserve it. You deserve a lot more really, but I'm still learning to cook other recipes besides rabbit stew."

I giggled.

"I hope you don't mind, but they also told me how you've never been on a date before."

That wasn't embarrassing at all.

"And I want you to know, that's because of you brothers. Men tremble at their feet, what do you think teenage boys are going to be like? But I am very honoured to be the first man to take you on a date."

"This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm shocked, honestly."

He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat, feeling giddy. Bonnie tucked me in, taking a seat beside me before pouring out a glass of wine for me. My mind argued with itself over my next choice, but I bit the bullet. I confidently leaned over, very quickly pecking his lips. I couldn't look at him when I next spoke.

"Thank you Bonnie. And thank you for being the best husband."

"Well thank you for being the best wife."

"What have I done to be a good wife?"

"Just being you."

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Here’s Why Everyone Is Talking About A Pirate Drama That Ended In 2017

Black Sails has been described as Game of Thrones with pirates

If Black Sails kicked off in 2020 instead of 2014, it certainly would have thrown fuel on the raging fire that was TikTok’s sea shanty obsession. The reality is that this TV series aired on Starz from 2014 for four seasons, coming to a close in 2017. So why is everyone talking about it now, a decade after it began?

Black Sails is coming to Netflix very soon, triggering its fans to emerge from the woodwork and promote the show online. ‘I am SO excited for people who’ll be watching this show for the first time,’ one user wrote, with many others recommending the series to fans of Game of Thrones. With House of the Dragon still a few months away, here’s why you should tune into Black Sails this month.

New To Netflix: Black Sails

What Is Black Sails About?

Black Sails transports us back to 1715 – aka the Golden Age of Piracy. Set in New Providence, an island in the Bahamas, we meet the feared Captain Flint (Toby Stephens) who brings a new younger crew member into the fold (‘Long’ John Silver, played by Luke Arnold) as his crew continues to fight for survival and negotiate their space on the island.

Is Black Sails Based On A Book?

Black Sails was written as a prequel to Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic novel, Treasure Island (1883).

Is It Based On A True Story?

While Black Sails isn’t based on a true story, it does trace real events. The first season focuses on the hunt for the Spanish treasure galleon Urca de Lima, a real ship that sank in 1715 near Fort Pierce in Florida (where it still lies). Season two traces the fallout of Urca de Lima’s treasure being stranded in Florida, strictly guarded by Spanish soldiers while pirates prowl the shores. The subsequent third and fourth seasons then look at the war for the control of New Providence between the pirates and the British Empire – a la Pirates of the Caribbean.

Likewise, some of the characters are based on real people. Real pirates fictionalised in the show include:

Blackbeard (Ray Stevenson)

Anne Bonny (Clara Paget)

Benjamin Hornigold (Hakeem Kae-Kazim)

Jack Rackham (Toby Schmitz)

Charles Vane (Zach McGowan)

Ned Low (Tadhg Murphy)

Israel Hands (David Wilmot)

Meanwhile, Captain Woodes Rogers (Luke Roberts) – who represents the British Empire in seasons three and four – is based on a real English sea captain and slave trader, and subsequently the first Royal Governor of the Bahamas.

Was Captain Flint A Real Pirate?

Captain Flint is a fictional character who was first created by Robert Louis Stevenson in Treasure Island. He has since appeared in multiple works of fiction, including A. D. Howden Smith’s Porto Bello Gold (1924), John Drake’s Flint and Silver (2008), Pieces of Eight (2009) and Skull and Bones (2010), and J. M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy (1904).

Where Was Black Sails Filmed?

Black Sails was filmed in Cape Town, South Africa, mainly inside at Cape Town Film Studio. Because the real city is so different today than it was in the 1700s, Nassau – the capital of the Bahamas, located on New Providence island – was built from scratch in a studio over a period of four months, as were two large water tanks to house the series’ two ships. Some scenes were filmed outside in and around Cape Town when new terrain was required, but most of the series was filmed on set.

The Cast

The cast of Black Sails is incredibly large, but key characters to know include:

Toby Stephens as James McGraw/Captain Flint

Hannah New as Eleanor Guthrie

Luke Arnold as ‘Long’ John Silver

Jessica Parker Kennedy as Max

Tom Hopper as William ‘Billy Bones’ Manderly

Zach McGowan as Charles Vane

Toby Schmitz as Jack Rackham

Clara Paget as Anne Bonny

Mark Ryan as Hal Gates

Hakeem Kae-Kazim as Mr. Scott

Sean Cameron Michael as Richard Guthrie

Louise Barnes as Miranda Hamilton/Barlow

Rupert Penry-Jones as Thomas Hamilton

Luke Roberts as Woodes Rogers

Ray Stevenson as Edward Teach

David Wilmot as Israel Hands

Harriet Walter as Marion Guthrie

The Trailer

Interested? Here’s the trailer for a taste of the action.

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All episodes of Black Sails are streaming on Netflix from 17 April 2024.

Source: Country & Town House

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Know no shame: queerness in the golden age of TV and piracy

Both Our Flag Means Death and Black Sails go all in on queer pirates — eventually

By Samantha Greer Jun 2, 2022

Our Flag Means Death has become a bit of a sensation, to put it mildly. The show skyrocketed in popularity for weeks after its debut, both in terms of streaming metrics and the outpouring of fan art. That’s in no small part thanks to its centering a romance between two men, Stede Bonnet and Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, which captured the hearts of many, especially among queer viewers starved of on-screen representation. Even as queer representation has improved over the decades, with several ongoing shows featuring queer characters and subplots, it’s still rare for a series to focus squarely on queer romance, especially in genre shows.

Perhaps some of the infatuation stems from how Our Flag Means Death marketed its romance story — namely, it didn’t. Those initial trailers, teasers, and handful of episodes focused on the comedy hijinks of Stede Bonnet and his inept band of pirates. Not so much as a longing glance between Stede and Ed. For an audience more often used to queerbaiting or sometimes no inclusion at all, the shock that this show really was going to commit to that romance seems to have come with much elation, not to mention a viewership which tripled somewhere between its debut and its finale. Even creator David Jenkins has commented on the matter; speaking to The Verge, he said, “I think I didn’t realize — because I see myself represented on camera, and I see myself falling in love in stories — I didn’t realize how deep the queer baiting thing goes. Being made to feel stupid by stories, I guess. […] [L]ooking at how people were kind of afraid to let themselves believe that we were doing that was a surprise to me, and it’s heartbreaking.”

Oddly enough, though, this isn’t the first time a queer pirate show has buried the lede. Though the shows don’t share channels, decades, or even sensibilities, the way they slowly revealed the queerness of their protagonists reveals how both of these shows reflect the different climates in which they were released.

Image: Starz

Black Sails, which premiered back in 2014, is a series that acts as both a prequel to the classic pirate novel Treasure Island and a mishmash of real history. Long John Silver brushes shoulders with real pirates like Charles Vane and Anne Bonny. In spite of any misgivings you might have about its gritty Treasure Island take, it’s a genuinely thoughtful exploration of history and fiction. To be sure, it has its fair share of bloody violence and sex; it was seen as Game of Thrones on the high seas among critics. What it absolutely does not do upfront is let the audience know that one of its central characters (arguably the story’s primary protagonist), Captain Flint, is in fact a gay man, and that his oppression and persecution under British society is the root of his entire violent quest.

In Black Sails this twist serves a purpose, held back until halfway through the second season. Flint, initially an enigma to audiences and his crew alike, is a larger-than-life character — an inscrutable, cunning, and ruthless pirate, much like the character first referenced in Treasure Island. He is allowed to embody a hypermasculinity, the archetypal bloodthirsty captain who will do anything for gold. The reveal that he’s gay and that his mission is to rebel against the British Empire, to create a nation free of its rule, complicates everything he has done and will do, turning him from a mercenary into a revolutionary.

The fact that Black Sails and Our Flag both smuggled queerness into their narratives is made all the more interesting when considering the real-life parallels of the characters. Both shows play with our conceptions of history and well-known figures. Stede Bonnet and Blackbeard really did hang out, and the show simply makes a leap as to why that could be; Jenkins has explicitly said he’s interested in treating recorded history as merely a jumping-off point. After all, it’s unclear how much he’s even reading into their relationship. To this day, there’s a lot of debate about how much queerness has been exorcised from records and accounts, either by omission or by individuals’ own necessary discretion.

Retelling well-known histories as queer tales is more about putting back into our past what has been erased from it. As Black Sails co-creator Jon Steinberg said to Den of Geek regarding the show’s historical figures, “There’s some freedom in the moment you realize that the historic record is severely compromised in terms of what these peoples’ lives were like. They had a motive to lie, and so did the people in London. [...] It gives us the room to try to tell a story that will hopefully feel real. It probably won’t necessarily match up to the textbook to what happened, but I think we would probably argue that the textbook is already a narrative that somebody with an agenda put together a long, long time ago.”

Image: Starz

Photo: Aaron Epstein/HBO Max

Not that it’s hard to read queerness into existing histories, even if the terminology and conception of the ideas differed at the time. Romanticized pirates have always been portrayed as camp, an image perhaps spurred on by historical figures like Jack Rackham, nicknamed Calico Jack on account of his colorful outfits (who also makes an appearance in OFMD). Mary Read spent a portion of their life under the name Mark Read, and whether it was simply a disguise or fluid gender expression or if they were even trans, it lends itself to storylines like that of Jim on Our Flag Means Death. Accounts of Blackbeard spending all of his time with Stede Bonnet can so easily be understood through a queer lens that it’s shocking no story put such a twist on these figures before Our Flag Means Death.

But the answer to why no one had might be captured somewhat in the response to Black Sails’ own voyage into queer storytelling.

To be fair, Black Sails does have queer characters from the outset — two women, Eleanor and Max — but the first season generally presents them under a leering male gaze, seemingly intended to titillate general audiences. The show’s interest in the revolutionary qualities of queerness didn’t take center stage until its second season. While it spawned a fervent following among some queer fans, it equally drew the ire of homophobes who felt betrayed by the reveal that half of the cast was queer. Reddit is littered with rants against the show’s “gay agenda” by lads who thought they were getting a show “just about pirates,” all part of an outcry that even got Flint’s actor, Toby Stephens, to comment. “Before the revelation I had this huge following from guys, but as soon as that happened it was like they had been betrayed. It was the sense of utter betrayal and I wasn’t surprised because I knew it was going to be a massive thing.” The degree of discomfort among men, that simply by being gay Flint no longer adhered to their rigid standard of a male icon, is hardly something that’s gone away.

In the present, though, the TV landscape has changed considerably since Black Sails aired. Streaming services have come to rule the roost and fracture the monoculture, and the pandemic has only further shaped that. Black Sails had to compete against The Wire, The Sopranos, and Game of Thrones to earn its place at the table. For Our Flag Means Death, which is much more a comedy than a drama (and not at all an epic genre TV series, though there are still plenty of old-fashioned stabbings), things are a little different.

Photo: Aaron Epstein/HBO Max

While the special effects (the revolutionary StageCraft developed for The Mandalorian) that allow Our Flag Means Death to seem like it’s taking place at sea would have been reserved for much higher-budget shows only a few years ago, they’re a flourish for a series that largely takes place on small sets. It could’ve been a tiny budget sitcom a decade ago. That smaller scale may be what allowed it to take risks that, sadly, still feel daring in 2022. It’s not just a romance between Stede and Edward but an entire cast full of queer characters — a queerness that in its own context largely feels unremarkable, with the crew quietly tolerant and respectful of each other throughout the series.

In the last few years things have moved along, but even still, both shows had to operate under the very conditions of which they’re critical. As America and the U.K. both ramp up in homophobia and transphobia, with legislation seeking to target those vulnerable groups, the stories of Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death don’t feel like purely historical stories. They’re tales of the here and now. Pirates are a way to recontextualize those who society “others,” who are made outcasts and fringe by the mainstream. The shows invite us to ask why someone would choose to live on the edge, to unpack their histories and motives until their popular image is vanquished. To take the most well-known of pirates and to reframe them as traumatized queer outcasts is not intended as a historical rewrite but as a rebuttal of the very idea of a history written by the conquerors.

The British Empire present in both stories is depicted as an entity that is, at its worst, all-consuming barbarism and, at its best, all-consuming barbarism propped up by a veneer of civility. It’s an entity that not only destroys but warps reality around itself, reshaping history in its likeness.

In our present, queer people are once again being miscast as villains and boogeymen. In a way, Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death always dance on the edge of tragedy. Either they meet the same ends as their historical counterparts or we see the bittersweet truth of stories that are written out of history, their actions twisted into something evil. By giving that other perspective, by suggesting another account, these shows are a rallying cry for queer folk looking for their place in a world that doesn’t want them to exist at all — and a reminder to everyone who stands against us which side of history they’re on.

Article source: Polygon

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Hello to each and everyone of you who stumbles upon this blog! My name is Kat, I'm 21 years old from the U.S and I love Peaky Blinders!

I want to use this blog to make friends with similar interests, establish a better writing technique, and talk about all things Peaky related.

Some rules:

No fighting, nasty comments, or bullying/harassment are allowed on this page!

No racism, homophobia, antisemitism, or anything hateful towards any members of any community or you will be blocked

Right now I do not write smut because I'm just not comfortable in my ability to do so but I might in the future

My requests are open! Here are the characters I write for:

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Thorne

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Alfie Solomons

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Newly added:

Aberama Gold

I can do Headcanons, One-Shots, Preferences, and Imagines

I will not write incest, and all characters must be 18+ (Finn seasons 4-6 scenarios only) I will also not write any r@pe or S/A content (really abuse of any kind unless it is only eluded to as a past event)!! It makes me uncomfortable and I want this blog to be a safe space for all!

I will take requests for characters not listed but they may not be granted if I feel I don't know how the character would respond to the scenario in the request/ don't know how to write them!

I am new to writing fan fiction so please bare with me as I learn, I hope to be able to bring justice to how your favorite character is written!

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

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Misrepresentation in Peaky Blinders

I’m making this a whole other post as I didn’t want to give the person who wrote the anonymous ask the time of day... To put it simply. This is just a quick reminder that while I want to help people who genuinely want to learn, learn, I won’t reply to an anonymous ask that is rude to those who want to learn and I won’t publicise abusive language toward them.

Peaky Blinders has both good and bad representation of the Romani community. In the series, they did good by: mentioning Appleby Horse Fair, showing a traditional funeral (Polly), using Romani names (Aberama Gold, Bonny Gold, Esme Shelby, Esmeralda Gold, Polly-Anna Gray), they used Romani religious idols (Black Madonna) and even used traditional vardos.

However, not all was good in Peaky Blinders and I feel it’s right to also highlight that in conversation. Not one Romani actor was used for the Shelby family (while I do believe all of the actors were phenomenal, it would’ve been nice to see Romani actors shown in a Romani show). They used a total of 7 Romani words, the rest being spoken in Romanian rather than Angloromani.

We, as a community, cannot blame fan-fiction writers for getting these things wrong when there’s so little information for Romani culture out there. We cannot blame people for thinking the “traditions” shown in Peaky Blinders are real Romani traditions. You’d think well produced writers like Steven King would take the time to learn these things before making a national programme.

More so, we cannot go on the pages of people wanting to help these writers get it right, telling them that the people trying to learn do not want to learn.

Day in day out I get DM’s from people asking me to: read through their work, tell them about significant cultural practices, tell them names of clothing articles and tell them the names of traditional dishes. People want to learn, and they want to get it right - not only for the Rom who may read their piece but also so what they write can be educated and refreshing.

I will not support the slating of these people on my page.

#izabesworld #izabesworld peakyblinders #Peaky Blinders #malfoyzsxpeakyblinders #peakyblindershelp #malfoyzsx #Ask Izzy 💗

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The one I want - Bonnie Gold x fem!reader

It took a while to get in the mood to write this, but I really like the end product. If you see any typos, please tell me. (AO3)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, hints at sexual things

Wordcount: 6782

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a one-shot based on the song "Paper rings" by Taylor Swift with Bonnie Gold. Love your blog 💕💕

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

The first time Bonnie Bonnie sees you, is in the Garrison. He’s there with the Shelby’s, on good way to drinking the night away. You’re sitting at one of the many tables, gesticulating and smiling while telling stories to your group of friends.

He watches in amusement as he waits for the beers he ordered to be poured. You seem to reach the end of the story, as the whole table bursts into a loud roar of laughter. You grin, and then your eyes catches his.

You raise your glass towards him, and then your attention is back on your friends. The beers he ordered appears at his side, and he takes them, careful to not spill any.

He sets one down in front of Arthur, the other in front of his own seat, which he slides into. Tommy is drinking whiskey as usual.

They had opted for a normal table instead of the private one they usually did, which had set some people on the edge, but it had soon been forgotten in favour for the sweet allure of alcohol, snow, and other naughty pleasures.

The Garrison is busy. It always is, yet Bonnie finds his eyes returning to your table over and over without really meaning to. Arthur and Tommy shares a glance he doesn’t see since he’s to busy looking at you having a good time out with your friends.

“The booze gettin’ to ya or somethin’?” Arthur speaks up, Bonnie looks away from you, gaze flickering to Arthur, confused.

“You keep looking over there, doesn’t seem like there’s much over there, so thought you might be spacing out or somethin’.” Bonnie opens his mouth the answers, but doesn’t say anything. Arthur looks over to your table.

“Or maybe, you found yourself someone to be sweet for?” The blush that creeps up on Bonnie’s face is telling. Arthur punches Tommy’s shoulder.

“Well, would ya look at that Tom, Bonnie boy here have finally found himself someone.” Bonnie can see that Tommy is trying to remain mostly stoic as usual, but there’s a small grin there.

“Looks like it, don’t it?” Bonnie groans. He doesn’t need this, especially not from someone who is supposed to be his boss.

“Why don’t you go speak to her?”

“Because she’s out with her friends and I don’t want to bother her.” Arthur slaps his back just ah Bonnie tries to drink, causing him to choke on his beer.

“Come on boy, don’t sell yourself short! When she sees your pretty face I’m sure she won’t mind the interruption!” Arthur grins at him, Tommy merely raises an eyebrow at him, a quieter challenge than his brother.

Bonnie sighs, knowing he won’t hear the end of it he doesn’t at least try. He stands up, to an enthusiastic ‘Atta boy!’ from Arthur. Tommy just raises his glass in a silent toast.

On nervous feet he makes his way over, trying to think of what to open the conversation with. He decides to go with the easiest approach. He comes in from your right side, catching your eyes once more.

“Hello.” You tilt your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Hey.”

“I just wanted to come over and say that, uh, I find you very beautiful.” Your smile turns playful.

“Oh, is that so?” You exchange glances with your friends, he doesn’t what they mean, but he hears someone giggle.

“Yes. I spotted you at a distance, and I couldn’t keep my eyes of you.”

“Hm, yes, I noticed.” You get up, standing close, very much in his personal space. You lay one hand on his chest, pretending to pick of some lint of his shoulder with the other. He looks down at you, but you don’t meet his eyes.

“And I suggest you go back to admiring me at a distance, Peaky boy.” Your eyes meets his. They’re humorous, but serious at the same time. You push at his chest, causing him to take a few steps back.

“I’m not interested in one night with you just because you’re a Peaky Blinder boy. So get lost.” You sit back down in your chair, your friends giggling around you. Bonnie opens his mouth to say that that was not why he came over, but closes his mouth since it’s clear you’re not paying attention to him anymore.

The rejection makes his cheeks burn while he makes his way back to his own table. He gets a sympathetic pat on his shoulder from Arthur when he slides back into his chair.

“Can’t get them all ey’?” Tommy offers in a for of sympathy. Bonnie nods, but can’t help that his eyes slip back to you several times during the rest of the night.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

The next time he spots you, you are alone. You haven’t seen him yet, he hesitates while he thinks about his options. On one hand, you had rejected him last time. On the other hand, he’s nothing short of an optimist. So he makes his way over, tapping your shoulder when he close enough.

You spin around, stopping in your tracks. He can’t tell what you feel about seeing him again, but he gathers you are at least as unimpressed as last time.

“Oh, it’s you.” Bonnie smiles, you try your hardest not to return it.

“So you remember me?”

“Barely. Now what do you want?”

“I just wanted to try my luck again, and ask if you wanted to go out with me?”

“I thought I made myself very clear last time.” Bonnie dips his head, shy smile appearing on his lips. You catch yourself thinking he looks cute.

“I never said I just wanted one night, I much prefer a date.” You watch him for a few seconds, he seems genuine. You sigh and smile.

“All right, one date. On one condition, that I get your name.” The smile that splits his face could light up a room.

“It’s Bonnie, Bonnie Gold. You?” You give yours, and within a few minutes you have a date on Friday.

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I waited my whole life

Your date had actually gone well. The picture was fine, and afterwards Bonnie had managed to convince you to go out for a few drinks at a pub that wasn’t the Garrison.

A few drinks had turned into a lot more than a few, which lead you to stumble on unsteady feet in the general direction on both your homes. You have an arm around each others waist, trying to support each other, neither really helping.

You’re rambling about one of your friends trip to a nearby lake while Bonnie listens. Without warning you dip down, causing him to almost topple over. Getting upright you hold a flat stone in your hand triumphantly.

“See, the perfect skipping stone!” Your voice is loud, he has half a mind to hush you, but he chooses to focus on the stone instead. Indeed, it looks like it could be pretty good for stone skipping. He tells as much, you snort.

“Pretty good? Mate, it’s the best!” You tap his nose with the stone, leaving a smear of dirt on his nose.

“I tell ya Bonnie, this stone could skip across the fuckin’ Atlantic I tell ya!” You gesture wildly while you speak, and before either of you can process what is happening, the stone flies out of your hand and into a nearby window.

It scatters in thousands of pieces. The loud noise makes you freeze, then run when you hear someone swears from inside the house with the now broken window. Bonnie bolts after you, following close behind.

You run until you are a few streets away and duck into a narrow alley between two houses. He comes to a stop next to where you’re leaning against the wall, both of you panting heavily.

You have closed your eyes, trying to listen for any one else running or yelling. When you hear no one, you open your eyes, meeting Bonnie’s. You grin, and then you’re both laughing.

It takes a few minutes before either of you can stop, hooped up on a mix of adrenaline and alcohol. It’s when you have managed to quiet your laughter down to occasional giggles that you notice the dirt on his nose. You take a step closer.

“There’s some dirt on your noes. Here, let me.” You clean the dirt of with the edge of your sleeve, smiling at Bonnie when you’re done.

“There you go, all pretty again.” He smiles, and you suddenly notice how close you are. Before you can stop yourself, your eyes slip down to his lips.

One of you lean closer, you’re no sure who, but then you are kissing and it doesn’t matter. Bonnie’s lips are soft under yours, so wonderful. The kiss is short, chaste even, but then you lean in again. This kiss is longer and not chaste by any means.

When you break apart, you open your eyes to find Bonnie smiling at you, and you find yourself smiling back at him.

“Don’t get any ideas.” You pretend to scold him, but the smile on your lips betrays you.

“Like that you might like me?” Bonnie’s smile matches yours.

“Yes, like that.” You push off the wall, standing next to him, intertwining your fingers.

“Now come on, follow me home and maybe you’ll get another one.”

“Just one?”

“Mmhm, well maybe more if you’re lucky.”

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

The first time he says those three magic words they just kind of just slip out of him. You are sitting with a couple of your friends in a pub, just talking the night away while having a few drinks.

Bonnie had found a place in your friend group very easily, which you were very happy for. There had been some teasing of course, but neither of you minded the light jabs occasionally thrown you way.

You are sitting at a large table, closest to the wall. You are both sitting sideways in your chairs, Bonnie leans on the wall while you lean back into his chest. You listen and talk, happy to be together.

During a lull in your talking he’s suddenly hit with how much he feels for you even though you have only been together a month. What he feels for you.

“I love you.” His voice is just above a whisper, making sure you’re the only one who hears him. You squeeze his hand in yours, and then turn around so you can lay a kiss in his lips. It’s quick, but it’s more than weighed up for with the smile on your face.

Another kiss, then you return back to leaning back into his chest. He doesn’t mind that you didn’t say it back, he’s just happy to be with you.

Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

After your first night together, you wake to Bonnie stroking your back, making seemingly random patterns against your skin with featherlight touches. You shift slightly, trying to sink back into blissful sleep.

“Morning.” Bonnie’s voice is soft, barely audible, and you are certain if you opened your eyes and turned around you would find a smile on his lovely face. You hum, trying to not wake up quite yet while Bonnie continues to stroke your back.

“Morning. What are you doing back there?”

“Just tracing patterns between your freckles, and admiring you.” You stretch, and Bonnie stops touching you as you give up getting back to sleep. You turn so you’re on your back. Bonnie is sitting upright, and there is the smile you imagined earlier.

“You were admiring me you say?” You grin up at Bonnie.

“Yes, you are even more adorable when you’re sleeping, did not know that was possible.”

“You saying you like me better when I’m sleeping and quiet Bonnie?” You tilt your head, grin not leaving your face. Bonnie opens and closing his mouth a few times.

“Well, when you say it that way it sounds really bad doesn’t it?” You stretch your arms towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

“I was joking Bonnie, now come here, I want my morning kiss?” And like that, Bonnies smile is back.

“You do?”

“Yes, now come here.” Bonnie leans down slowly, planting a soft kiss on your lips. Not satisfied with just that, you put a hand in his hair, dragging him down for a proper long kiss.

The kiss takes Bonnies breath away, so when you break apart he leans his head on your shoulder to catch his breath. You have both of your hands in his hair, carding your hands slowly through his locks, making his bedhead even worse. You turn your head slightly so you can kiss his cheek.

“That really was.... something.” You laugh, ruffling his hair making him look up.

“And there’s more where it came from, if you just get up here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, so now get to it before I change my mind.” Bonnie is more than happy to oblige your wishes.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue

It’s winter and Bonnie have taken you out of the city, and into his family’s camp. You are a city girl through and through, but you find that you love it. The quiet mornings juxtaposed to the lively nights around the fire makes you appreciate life just a bit more.

The snow covered forest, hills, and icy lake are beautiful, and the snow are perfect for snowball fights. Back in the city the snow would often melt or become a disgusting brown-black sludge. But out here, it’s white perfection almost as far as the eye can see.

The snowball fight had started innocent enough. A few of the younger kids had been playing while the others gathered around the fire. A snowball had hit Bonnie in the side of the head, causing him to turn quickly to where it had come from.

Two of his cousins had stood there, pointing at each other, indicating that none of them took responsibility for the snow in his hair. Looking between them, the kids kept grinning under Bonnie’s gaze.

“Alright, you little shits, you asked for it.” He starts gathering snow, and they run of with faked horrified screams, excited that they got an adult to join their games.

You joined too at some later. point Mostly to save your boyfriend from the pelting of snowballs he got since most of the kids ganged up on him. You laughed, ruffling his hair to get some of the snow out.

Turning to the kids, you start running towards them with a snowball in hand, and they scatter with the carefree laughter only kids can make.

You don’t know how long the snowball fight lasts, but at least Bonnie isn’t the only target anymore. You had gotten some good hits in on both him and kids, and you got some snow in your hair too now.

Bonnie is running after the oldest cousin when he slips on some ice hidden under the snow, sending him sliding towards the little lake next to the campsite. It’s covered in ice, but it breaks as soon as Bonnie hits it.

He slides with his side in first, but soon he’s almost fully submerged in the icy water. He gets up, your normally pretty quiet boyfriend swearing up a storm at the cold water now covering him.

You laugh, and the run towards him. You tackle him, causing him to fall back into the water with him in top of you. He swears as soon as his back hit the icy water once more, and you laugh again.

He flips you over, your laughter turns shrill, and then you swear. But you’re still laughing, and soon Bonnie is too. His father yells at the two of you then.

“Get the fuck out of the water you crazy kids!” Bonnie gets up, grinning down at you before he pulls you up. He puts an arm around you, like he’s trying to warm you, even though he’s just as wet and cold as you are.

You need to change the both of you, and find some way to warm up. You’re sure you can manage somehow.

Which takes me back To the colour that we painted your brother's wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so

You and Bonnie rarely fight, but you are far from perfect. It does happen and it’s never pretty. And you both being stubborn it leads to situation like this, tense breakfasts at the same table where you refuse to speak to each other.

One of you always breaks though, neither of you can stay mad for long. This time it’s you who gives first. You can’t even remember what the fight was about. You just want your boyfriend to hug and kiss you before the both of you go to work.

You get up from the table, disguising it as getting more water. Instead you set your glass down and the bench and slide your arms around him and put your head on his shoulder from behind.

“I’m sorry Bonnie. The fight was stupid, lets not be mad at each other, okay?” You give him a small kiss on his neck. You hear and feel him sigh, shoulders sinking.

“Yeah, okay.” You go to stand in front of him, hands on his face. You lock eyes, and you lean down to kiss him, apologising to him without words. You hate it when you fight, and you know he does too.

Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life

“I love you.” The words wakes Bonnie right up from his half-asleep position in your lap. His eyes open wide, meeting your eyes above him.

“What?” You huff.

“I love you.” Bonnie can’t help the wide smile that threatens to split his face in half.

“Love you too.” Smiling, Bonnie gets up, and before you know it, he is straddling your lap, planting light kisses all over your face.

“I love you,” he says with every kiss, making you giggle. You take his head in your hands, guiding him so he gives you a proper kiss on the lips.

“Don’t overdo yourself now yeah?” You tease and he grins. He leans in, placing his hands on your waist.

“Don’t think I’ll ever tire of saying it.” Bonnie lips connect with yours, stroking your sides, which manages to ruin the mood since it tickles. You can’t stop yourself and laugh into the kiss. He leans back, grinning, hands still at your sides.

“Are you ticklish?”

“No, don’t know what you are hinting at.”

“So you won’t mind if i do... this?” He dives in with his fingers, and tickles you, the bastard. You start to laugh, trashing about to try to throw him off. It doesn’t work, he stays right where he is, tickling you without mercy.

“Ahhh, I take back what I said, I hate youuuuuuuuu.” You barely manage to gather enough breath to tell him off before you are laughing again.

He keeps it up for a few minutes, making you gasp for breath. When he leans back, he is grinning and you are out of breath.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, you just said the opposite.” You pout.

“All right, I do, but slightly less now, so you need to make it up to me.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Bonnie leans down to kiss you, careful where he puts his hands so he doesn’t accidentally tickle you. He would hate to ruin the mood two times in a row.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

“Huh, would ya look at that.” Tommy stops in the middle of his conversation with Arthur, which Arthur had apparently not been listening to.

“What?” Arthur points across the street, where you and Bonnie is standing in a group of people. Tommy doesn’t get what is so special about it, then he sees Bonnies arm around your waist, and remember that resounding no he got from you at the Garrison.

“So Bonnie got that girl after all.” Arthur hums, watching as you lean in and place a kiss on Bonnies cheek, making the boy blush.

“And she him apparently. Good for them.” Tommy lights another cigarette, watching the pair of you for a few seconds before turning away.

“Young love is a good thing, lets see how long it will last. Now we should go, instead of watching them like some creepy old men.” Arthur snorts, but starts walking alongside Tommy.

“Ever the pessimist Tom. Now, what were you saying?”

Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

“Ever thought about having children?” It’s Bonnies father who speaks up from behind you, making you choke on your cider. Aberama sits down on the log next you, where you are currently situated around the biggest fire in the camp.

“Can’t say I have Mr Gold.” You try to not look like a complete idiot while trying to get your top to be slightly less soaking wet with the cider you spat out.

“I told you already, it’s Aberama, we’re way past Mr Gold by now don’t you think?” He watches you for a few seconds, you say nothing, instead watching Bonnie where he is playing with a few of his younger cousins.

“You know, you are the only girl he has brought here?” You move your eyes over to his for a moment before you focus back on Bonnie.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe it, that boy is too cute to not have had girls over.”

“Aye, he has had girls before you, I won’t pretend he hasn’t and neither would he, but he never brought them here. To his family. Must mean something no?” You choose not to answer, making Aberama chuckle.

“Don’t loose your head over it. Hey Bonnie!” Bonnie looks up and waves at the two of you, which was a mistake, since as soon as his focus is elsewhere, he is tackled by one of the kids.

He swears loud enough that you can both hear him, and Bonnie gets scolded with “Oi, watch your language round the kids!” from one of the other adults. You and Aberama laugh hard enough to get tears in your eyes.

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

When Polly had called you, you had been so confused. You had barely met the woman, only seen each other in passing, so at first you couldn’t understand understand why she was calling your house in the middle of the night.

However as soon as she mentioned Bonnie, it became clear. She mentioned that he got hurt and was currently at her house, and in an instant you are worried out of your mind. It wasn’t unusual for Bonnie to come home with a couple of scrapes and bruises after dealing with Blinder stuff, but for Polly to call, it must be bad.

You get her to give you her address, and then you slam down the phone before she can say anything else. You rush to get your coat and shoes and less than a minute later you are out the door. On her end, Polly gives the phone a bemused look. Arthur walks by then just then, asking what she’s laughing at.

“I just called Bonnie’s girl to get her to pick him up, I think we’re going to have our hands full very soon.” Arthur snorts. He has seen you and Bonnie together, and he doubts the sweet girl he has seen will be a hassle.

“That girl? She’ll hardly hurt a fly, think you’re putting your own reaction on her Pol’.“ Polly gives him a knowing look.

“Never underestimate a woman that fears for her lover.” Twenty minutes later, the door of Polly’s house bangs open. It causes everyone to jump, and the men goes for their guns before they hear a female voice calling out for Bonnie. Bonnie groans from the chair where he’s slumped, not loud enough since the voice call out again.

“He’s in here.” Polly answers for the poor boy, running footsteps can be heard, and then you are joining them in the kitchen. You gasp as soon as you see Bonnie, sitting in a chair where Polly had been trying to clean him up.

“Oh, Bonnie!” You run over to him, and kneel down to clasp his face, mindful of his swollen face. He looks like he has been dragged through hell and back. His face is swollen, his arms have several cuts, and you can see bruises forming at what little of his chest you can see with his open collar.

“Oh, my dear.” You give his forehead a quick kiss before standing up, Bonnie groans again.

“Okay, so what the fuck happened?” You finally survey the room. It’s just Polly and the two Shelby brothers in the room. Tommy is just smoking a cigarette, Arthur has his arms crossed, while Polly is sitting at one of the other chairs in the room.

“Are any of you going to fucking answer me?” You know you probably you should feel slightly scared to talk to them like that, they are very powerful and dangerous people after all, but at the moment you couldn’t give less of shit. Tommy calmly takes a deep drag of his cigarette.

“Peaky Blinders business sweetheart.”

“Don’t fucking call me that you condescending prick. What the fuck happened?” Bonnie grasp at your sleeve when there is no answer for a few seconds.

“Stop.” You are tempted to make him let go of you, but instead you take his hand in yours.

“I fucking will not, you are sure as fuck not going to tell me later, so I’m going to get my fucking answers now.” You lock eyes with Tommy, daring him to make a move. He says nothing, just keeps on smoking his cigarette is gone.

When it’s down to the stub, he just lights another one, only breaking eye contact so he can light it. And then it’s back to the staring contest. It’s neither you or Tommy that break, instead it’s Arthur.

“Oh for fucks sake Tom, just fuckin’ tell her.” Tommy breaks his stare to exchange a glance with his brother.

“Bonnie and few others were watching over one of our shipments, and they got ambushed by someone who tried to steal it. They failed that, but they put up quite a fight as you can see.” Tommy seems annoyed that he’s giving you any sort of information.

“See, was that so fucking hard?” Tommy doesn’t answer you, so you shift your attention back to Bonnie instead.

“Come on Bonnie, I’m going to take you home.” You manage to get Bonnie on his feet, and you drape his arm over your shoulder. His steps are slow and slightly unsteady, but you start to slowly make you way out. Tommy speaks to you when you are barely out the doorway of the room.

“I expect to see Bonnie back to work next week.” You stop right where you are, back stiff. You can feel your blood boil under your skin, who the fuck do he think he is to demand something like that? You let go of Bonnie, carful to make sure he’s supporting himself on the wall. You turn around and storm back into the room, getting all up in Tommy’s personal space.

“He is going to spend two weeks at home, minimum, before he even sets his fucking foot anywhere near anything to do with work or fucking business. Is that understood, Mr Shelby?!” You say his name with as much contempt as you can muster. Which in this situation would make most people pale and wallpaper peel off many a wall. Tommy just watches you for a few seconds before giving an irritated sigh.

“Fine.” Without saying another word, you turn on your heel and return to Bonnie. You drape his arm over your shoulder again, and a few minutes later you slam the door behind you. In the silence that follows, Polly can’t help but laugh.

“What did I tell you Arthur?”

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy Uh huh

A few weeks later you are laying in bed, the two of you floating between sleep and reality. You hands flutter all over Bonnie, barely there touches making him hum in contentedness.

You try to avoid the few bruises he has left over from when he got beaten. They make you frown every time you see them, so you try not to focus on them to much. It does however drop a thought into your head.

“You know, we could just run away together.” Bonnie hums, his hand finding his way into you hair.

“We can’t.” You shift so you’re leaning up on your elbow, half above him.

“Why not?” Bonnie pops one eye open.

“We both have responsibilities here, and I’m sure we would both miss it.” You sigh, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“That’s true I guess. But I wouldn’t mind it just being the two of us together.” You place a kiss on his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind just finding someone to marry us, just us and whatever we could get with us.” You kiss Bonnie’s chest again, before laying back down, curling into him once more. You can hear his heart beating fast in his chest.

“Love you Bonnie.”

“Love you too.” He kisses your hair, sleepy smile on his face. He can’t deny what you are suggesting sounds tempting, but for now you’ll both stay here.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Ah-ah, that's right, you're the one I want I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

After a meeting about the next shipment to come in, Bonnie is standing and talking to another Blinder when Arthur comes up next to him and claps him on the shoulder.

“I thought those bruises you got after that beating of yours would have faded by now?” At Bonnie’s confused look, Arthur just points to his neck. For a few seconds, Bonnie don’t understand anything. Then he remembers what happened in bed that morning and he can’t help that his face turns red.

“Well, uh, I-” His stammering makes Arthur laugh loudly, while the other Blinder snickers, a few of the other people around give the three of you weird looks.

“She’s a handful isn’t she?” Arthur grins, Bonnie doesn’t answer that.

“Good luck mate.” Arthur says before he saunters off. Bonnie hides his face in his hands and groan.

Ah-ah, darling, you're the one I want I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right

Before you met Bonnie, you had never been much of a dancer. You hadn’t minded really, it just wasn’t your thing. However, after Bonnie came into your life, you found yourself loving it.

It didn’t matter if it was when you were alone, at a social function, drunk together without music, or in his family’s camp, you always found yourself melting into his arms. You loved having him close, moving together like you were one.

The dancing was not elegant by any means, but it was perfect since it was with Bonnie and you. The dancing always put you in a good mood, no matter what had happened during the day.

You could have the worst day in forever, and all Bonnie had to do was take you in his arms and dance to some imaginary tune or a song he sings under his breath, and your mood instantly turns for the better. You love dancing now, and you love Bonnie.

Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want

One of the few things you hate are rain. Birmingham has a tendency to get more gloomy with bad weather, and the water seems to get into everything, it’s a nightmare.

So when it’s starts to rain on yours and Bonnie’s way home from your latest date, you can’t help but swear while you grab Bonnie’s hand so you can run together and get out of the rain as fast as possible.

You tug him after you, unlocking your door as fast as you can as soon as you are in front of it, yanking Bonnie inside with you. Inside, the two of you settle on opposite ends of the hallway, trying to catch your breath.

“It’s always good with some exercise.” Bonnie jokes, and before you can help yourselves, you are both giggling like mad. It takes a few minutes for both of you to stop, it takes several tries before you are silent again. You step over to Bonnie, ignoring how you are dripping water all over your floor. You out your arms around him, giving him a quick kiss.

“Adorable.” Bonnie smiles, putting his own arms around your waist.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Another small kiss, although this one turns deeper. When you pull away, Bonnie hums and kisses your cheek.

“Marry me?” You start, pulling away slightly to get a better look at Bonnie, but not letting him go.

“Do you mean it?” Bonnie looks slightly startled that those words left his mouth, but he quickly recovers.

“Yes, I don’t have a ring right at the moment, haven’t really been able to-”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

“Yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you.” Bonnie breaks into perhaps the biggest smile you have seen on anyone ever, and you can’t help but mirror him.

“Really?”

“Yes, now kiss me so I don’t start regretting my answer.” Bonnie obeys immediately, kissing not only your lips, but your cheeks, forehead, neck, anywhere he can reach.

You giggle at his actions, drunk on the feeling of it all. You love this man so much and now he is going to be your husband, and you his wife. You can hardly wait.

In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want

The wedding was far from small. A mix of family, friends, and workmates gathered to celebrate your union. There is so many people that you almost felt like half of Birmingham was gathered in the field where Bonnie’s family had set up camp.

There are many fires lit, with food cooking on many of them, others just chasing away what little cold might dare to try to spoil the festivities. There is also a lot of drinks going around of course, making the mood of the evening even better.

You can hardly walk anywhere without being congratulated or being stopped so someone can talk to you. You just long to find your husband again so you can cling to his arm and kiss him again. He had gone of to find his father in the crowd, and no doubt something to drink as well.

You just hope he returns to you soon. As soon as the thought is in your head, Bonnie appears as if he was summoned, two mugs with beer in hand. He gives you one, you chug down half to wet your by now very dry throat.

“Thank you!” You give Bonnie a quick as another way to thank him.

“Having fun Mrs. Gold?” You blush, for some reason hearing Bonnie use that name for you really does thing to you.

“I am indeed Mr. Gold.” You can see a corresponding blush spread on Bonnie’s face. Another kiss, this one longer than the previous one. When you pull apart, Bonnie throws an arm around your waist, happy to hold you while watching the guests.

You take in the scene around you. You can see Bonnie’s father in the middle of some discussion with your own father, while your mother talks with Polly. You can also see several of your other family members around, some talking, eating, others partaking in (and losing) drinking competition.

Many of your friends is there too, having themselves a good time with meeting yours and Bonnie’s families. You even think you can spot Arthur in the crowd, drinking and singing some song very off-key with Bonnie’s cousins.

You spot Tommy standing on the side, seemingly taking a break from the festivities. You decide to join him, and you tell this to Bonnie as you get out his hold. Bonnie gives you a look before kissing you on the forehead.

“Behave, he is still my boss.” You hum and pull him in for a proper kiss.

“I will.” You walk over to Tommy, shaking your head when he offers you a cigarette as you step up next to him.

“Enjoying yourself Mr Shelby?”

“Please, call me Tommy, I think we can go that far now ey?” You smile.

“I guess so.”

“So, I guess a congratulations is in order.”

“Thank you Tommy. You know, I’m glad you are here.”

“You are?”

“Yes, even if I think you are a right bastard, Bonnie admires and likes you, so he’s happy you showed, even if he’ll never tell you so.” Tommy smiles as he lights himself a cigarette. You watch Bonnie joining his cousins murdering whatever poor song they are singing.

You smile, seeing the love of your life so happy and carefree really does something to you. Tommy doesn’t say anything, just watching Bonnie as well, chuckling as Arthur nearly face plants when Bonnie stumble into him during their singing.

“Serious talk Mr Shelby.” The reversion back to the use of his last name peaks Tommy’s attention.

“If Bonnie dies because of you or anything remotely associated with you, I will use your own hat on you.” Tommy can’t help the little smile that slips on his lips, but he hides it quickly by taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Is that so Mrs. Gold?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” The two of you stand in silence for a few seconds before you give him a sweet smile.

“Hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the night Tommy.” You leave him then, joining Bonnie by hugging him from behind and planting a huge kiss on his cheek. Arthur walks over to Tommy shortly after.

“What did she want?”

“She wanted to know if I was having a good time. And also to let me know that she will use my own cap on me if Bonnie gets badly hurt or dies because of us.” Arthur can tell Tommy is amused by you, he snorts out a laughter.

“Pretty sure the boy would do the same.”

“Yes, true love right there.” The joke falls from Tommy’s lips before he can help himself, it makes Arthur laugh loud and he can’t help but join his brother. They join the others celebrating when they finish laughing, cheering and laughing with the rest of the loud group.

You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want

#Bonnie Gold x reader #Bonnie Gold #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #reader insert #reader #readerinsert #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #written #4000

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iprefertheterminsane · 3 years

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So. Im in the BFU/Watcher fandom now.

Have to admit it's a little weird. I rarely ever have dared to venture into RPF realm simply because it seems like a whole lot more commitment and self-control than it would require for a Fictional Fandom (though I do not regret a moment of it. My prior hyperfixation had been the GOmens fandom, and true to word the Unsolved fandom are one of the most controlled and respectful fandoms I have ever been in, minus the anti Vs shipping slight, of course. We're not perfect). My sister isn't a huge fan of it, and while I don't need to justify myself to anyone, its made me think on what really lured me in, and I think I've got it.

1. Middle aged men

2. The chemistry and comfort these two real life people have bring me a level of comfort that soulmates and love can exist beyond a romantic periphery.

3. Despite their apparent childishness and "immaturity" (a lot of people, including the men themselves, feel more at ease calling them Boys instead of Men), Shane and Ryan are also extraordinarily competent and skilful at their jobs. They individually rose through the ranks of BuzzFeed at an impressive pace-and in Ryan's case, at an impressively young age (he was around 25 when he proposed the idea for Unsolved, at which point both men were already executive producers). After barely half a decade working they managed to score one of the greatest hits BuzzFeed could ever hope to produce, co-managing a loyal fan base strong enough to gain the confidence of leaving a megalith media production company to establish their own, and through a skeleton crew and three man team with BARELY any prior business knowledge, it fucking worked.

-IT IS AT THIS POINT WHERE I WANT TO REMIND YALL THAT THE COMPANY WAS ESTABLISHED DURING THE DOGSHIT 20's, they had been thrust right into the worst year of the century with a spanking new company, and not only had they survived without having to lose any of their skeleton crew nor assets, they also managed to win Gold YouTube status (a million subscribers) within this period they are FUCKING impressive okay?

3. The chemistry is fucking UNREAL. I know I've said it before, in point 2. Their chemistry is fucking bonnie and Clyde, Fred and George, I saw it in David Tennant and Michael Sheen but as mild celebrities who are YouTube video producers with active social media accounts, that bond sits more clearly in the public eye and it's fucking FASCINATING. Before Shane and Ryan I didn't think I actually ever Did think that a bind like theirs could actually exist in real fucking life. They are two sides of a literal coin-workaholic, overworking overthinkers, and somehow complete opposites. At his lowest, Ryan moves like a tornado, and he will keep going until his body Literally gives up in him, while on the other hand Shane, in his own head, will just, stop. They boost and encourage each other in all the ways they need the most. Their thoughts are simpatico, and they simultaneously have enough self awareness and life experiences to deal with shit gone bad and how to maintain that brilliant friendship. The level of trust the have in each other is something straight out of storybooks, the kind of love that get soldiers killed on the battlefield and make mother's and daughters into murderers.

4. They are very silly and they give me the serotonin.

5. Pretty!!!! My pretty boys!!!!

6. On the other hand they are just also very decent people despite their sarcasm and morbid sense of humour. They're humble but confident, professionally tactile and kind. They seem to also have wonderful relationships with family. Not to be taken lightly in celebrity circles.

Tldr; idk man I just think they're kinda cool.

#buzzfeed unsolved #shane madej #ryan bergara #watcher entertainment

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hiddeninflame · 3 years

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Skeleton Island || Silver and Flint

@perfectmetaphore

Clouds rolled over Falmouth, the water lapping at the quay as tourists bustled into the National Maritime Museum to experience the ‘Pirates of the Nassau’ exhibition. There were people of every generation milling about for whatever their passions were. For the children, there was a section on cartoon pirates and the Muppets. While teenagers and adults got to enjoy the entirely fictional Captain Jack Sparrow and Edward Kenway.

The place was packed to the rafters and Professor James McGraw couldn’t argue that the allure of pop culture did have its benefits. After all, it was the second time in ten years that a lecture theatre was full of people willing and eager to listen to him talk. And if only one person learned something that sparked their curiosity, James would be proud.

The sign outside the lecture theatre read: Pirates, Monsters, Myths or Outcasts? And all one hundred seats were filled with ready and eager pirate fans. Some had even come in fancy dress store pirate hats and eyepatches. It was a bit naff, but they did seem to write notes as he spoke.

‘Black Bart, Edward Teach, Anne Bonny and Calico Jack. They all had something to say from what they left behind,’ James McGraw said as he opened his lecture. ‘Their stories are like the ship of Theseus. The more we tell them, the less we actually know.’

He clicked to a slide depicting Tim Curry as Long John Silver. It got a giggle from the younger listeners. ‘To start, let me tell you the story of Captain Long John Silver and the Curse of the Urca Gold...’

#silver #flint

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hyunhour · 4 years

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in the A.M ] [ minho au

a/n: i wrote this while listening to sunshine - skz and i recommend doing so as well or bonnie and clyde - dean works too! i’m not good at writing fluff (?) but whatever i just really wanted to write one about minho and this whole vibe fit him so well :p for fictional purposes only! enjoy c:

tsundere!minho, stoner!au, fem!reader x minho fluff, slight angst

tw: mentions of drinking, drugs & smoking

word count: 1.6k words> Life had always been a blur. You were always high off into the sky, drinking like your life depended on it, surrounding yourself with guys who shared the same interests as you. The only thing (or person) that kept you sober for a moment, your only escape from reality without getting high, was Minho himself.

The night breeze danced around you, sweeping strays of your hair behind your exposed shoulders. The weird concocted smell of nicotine, weed and hard liquor poisoned you each time you inhaled a deep breath, coursing through your veins. You were sprawled across some random person’s rooftop, with your best friends. You were all each chasing your own individual high, in desperate attempt to escape from the reality that had bound us all to so much misery.

The blunt that you were smoking had long burnt out, it still rested between your fingers, that laid above your tummy. You felt a lean arm snake around your waist, pulling you in. Another arm, a bit more muscular, found it’s way around your shoulders as it tried to prevent you from going to the opposing side. You let your body be tamed by the two selfish boys, as they grumbled in return, playing their own tug-of-war with you in the middle.

“Hands off, Hyunjin.” you hear Jisung almost practically growl in your ear, and you found him nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Back off, Han. Can’t you see she enjoys it more with me?” Hyunjin’s words were slurred, but that was expectant of him of course, after smoking from the multiple bongs that Changbin had prepared. He was in his own state of inebriated stupor, mumbling some other incoherent words before planting small kisses on your earlobes.

You simply laughed, which eased the tension between the two of them. They let out their own stifled chuckles right after, giggling away. They were too engrossed in their own state of euphoria, as their senses had been heightened a lot.

“It’s..” you pondered, each arm of yours were wrapped around each boy, and your fingers found themselves trying to tame their tendrils that danced in the breeze. “..good to share.” you finished, a smug smirk finding its’ way up to your face. You absolutely adored how these guys tried to establish their ownership on you_. It was cute actually_, thinking that they had you for themselves, when they were the ones wrapped around your fingers effortlessly.

A chorus of “mhm’s” and “ugh’s” followed after your statement. They fell into silence after a while, slumber enwrapping their figures that intertwined with yours.

You felt a pair of eyes burning a hole straight right at you, and you almost instinctively knew who it was. You only barely managed to peel away your eyes from the starry night sky, your vision still as blurry as ever.

But how could you miss that stunning face that had its’ eyes on you, and only you? Minho.

His bottom lip jutted out, and the strays of moonlight illuminated the perfect facial features of his. All the way from tip of his nose bridge, his prominent cheekbones and jawline, and milky white pale skin. He looked absolutely ethereal. He ran a hand through his unkempt brown hair, his shaggy bangs falling into place right above his eyebrows. His eyes were hooded, filled with so much blackness, that it reflected close to nothing.

“Slut.” he mouthed.

Your lips parted agape in shock, but it wasn’t as unsurprising coming from Minho. He took every chance to nitpick at you coupled with his incessant insults and never seemed to acknowledge anything good about you. It hurt at first, but you soon came to terms with it by flinging the same insults at him, if not worse. You weren’t intimidated no longer, instead felt more challenged.

Your grin only grows wider as you pull the two guys by your sides closer, and the two of them gladly obliged as they closed off all space between your body and theirs. Jisung still had his arm wrapped snug around your waist, his breath fanning against your neck. Hyunjin had his arm slung around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles on the side of your clavicle.

You were quick to notice the hint of fury behind his solemn eyes, and it satisfied you to a certain extent to gain that sort of attention from him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes before lighting a new blunt and sitting back on his hands that propped him up.

Changbin was spread out on the rooftop with no care in the world, lost in his own humming of melodies while Felix laid atop his stomach, his fingers that were in the air, swayed to the tunes. Chan had been caught in his own deep slumber, curled up right next to Jeongin and Seungmin that were full of jittery laughter.

Everything seemed to fade out into white noise as your eyes looked only at Minho. He was no longer looking at you, which formed a pit at your stomach. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, so you brushed it off as your so called hatred for him. But you couldn’t deny the attractiveness of this man, he was the epitome of the beauty itself. He seemed to take notice of your eyes lingering on him, as his head whipped to your direction.

He lifted his index finger, motioning for you to come to his side. You were reluctant at first but it didn’t take you long to immediately snake out of the two boys’ holds, and come scurrying to Minho’s side.

A laugh escaped his small pink lips, his teeth barely showing through the small smile. You felt your heart flutter a bit, the butterflies in your stomach practically doing somersaults. “Fuck you.” was all you could say to him, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were so hell-bent on manipulating yourself that you hated this man, simply because you did not want to burst his inflated ego by further pumping it. It did the opposite of repel, you were only feeling more attracted to him than ever.

“Time and place, princess.” he replied nonchalantly, flashing a flirty wink. Gosh, you wished you could wipe off that stupid smirk of his. You slap his arm playfully, and he winces slightly, rubbing his exposed arm. The loose grey muscle tank he wore flashed his biceps, which he was so obviously flexing in front of you, not that you minded it anyway.

After a moment of exchanging weak laughters, he stopped abruptly. His eyes were now glued onto you, it was like something had overrun the darkness inside of them and replaced it with... brightness? You could’ve sworn they glimmered gold for a second, before settling down back into hues of dark brown. You breath hitched at the newfound sight of him.

“You’re so fucking dumb.” he says, inching closer to you. You found yourself backing up just a little, shocked by the close proximity you found yourself in with him.

“What?” you croaked, it barely came out as a whisper. Your heart was threatening to jump out of your throat, all of a sudden all you could hear was the thumping of your unsteady heart, his hot breath fanning against the front of your face. You watched his lips move, but you couldn’t seem to capture anything he was saying.

“So dense. I said I like you, fucking idiot.” he sighs, finally pulling away from being so close to you. You noticed the way his ears had immediately went red, although his facial expression remained stoic. How cute, he was trying so hard to be the arrogant guy everybody built him up as.

The confession didn’t settle in until moments later. You thought that it was your high finally enclosing you. Instead, your vision wasn’t as muddled as before. Your heart was physically thrumming against your ribs. The gloomy sky blended into a garish shade of blue, and scattered stars danced among it. You realized that his face wasn’t as pale as before, they were a light shade of pink now. You could see faint glimmers of stars in his eyes, from the reflections of light perhaps, but time seemed to be perfectly still as you admired his side profile. It looked like he held the universe in his eyes.

Everything was so much clearer and distinct. Like your feelings, that found it’s way out of the cage you kept them locked in, and flowed right out of your lips.

“Me too. I like you too, idiot.” you couldn’t help as the sides of your lips tugged upwards shakily, as his eyes met yours tentatively. He let out a furtive laugh, shaking his head. He patted your head before tussling it a little to annoy you. Why were you two dead set on avoiding each other’s feelings anyway? It seemed all silly now that you thought about it.

“Well fuck, what now?” he breathed, billows of smoke from his blunt overshadowing his face for a moment.

He put the fire out from the blunt by stubbing it onto the rooftop tile. The same cheeky smile was plastered onto his face as his arms were wide open for you. “Come here, princess.” he muttered, and you could have sworn that actual hyperactive butterflies were poking at the insides of your stomach at the new nickname he had for you. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms, and so you did. You tackled him to the ground, as both of you burst into fits of giggles.

Everything fell into place. You could no longer smell the nicotine, or whatever that lingered in the air around the both of you. All you smelt was him, his citrus scent mixed with a faint scent of cheap cologne, he smelt like, home. You found yourself in a newfound safety as his arms pulled you in closer, your racing heartbeat matching his as your head rested upon his chest. You felt his lips leave a peck on your forehead as he tucked the strays of hair behind your ear, leaving a tingling sensation that made you crave for more of his soft kisses.

You whimpered softly, snuggling in closer to his chest, basking in his warmth. It seemed like he understood your desperate pleas as he peppered small gentle kisses all over your face. They left a trail from your forehead, the tip of your nose, your eyes, your cheeks, and finally rested atop your lips. He was taking in every inch of you, worshipping the whole of your perfectly-sculpted figure and embraced you like you were fragile. To him, everything about you was perfect. He saw past the imperfections that you so stubbornly insisted upon. Sparks ignited from within you, and pure bliss melted into the entirety of your body, you were beginning to see white.

It all feels so perfect.

You’re all his now, and it’s fucking real.

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doing this meme for mr captain jack rackham because I think i’m finally ready to try to articulate my feelings, even if no one asked (i’m sorry this post is so long)

Why I like them: So... here’s the thing...

I’m kind of known for dressing like a fancy gay pirate. I’ve made a lot of cosplays over the years, but my pirate outfits are what I’m most infamous for. I met my partner over a decade ago while dressed like a fancy gay pirate. Many of my friends have seen me in pirate outfits more often then they’ve seen me in normal person clothing. Once upon a time I went to art school to study fashion design and I said “yes this is the aesthetic I’m going to cultivate” and now here we are.

When I first heard that they were making a big budget period drama that was a prequel to Treasure Island, I knew that it was going to be My Next Hyperfixation, long before I had any notion of how much queer representation there would be or even how well-written the show would be. But it took me a couple years to finally feel like I was Emotionally Ready to delve into the series (Sometimes I’m bummed that I missed out on participating in the fandom while the show was actively airing, but I’m also glad that I was able to binge it all in its entirely, because the time waiting between seasons would have made me too crazy).

And within those first two or three episodes, I saw that greasy rat man with his mullet and his avant garde facial hair choices and whatever the hell was going on with his wardrobe

and I said to myself “wait... Calico Jack... as in, the pirate known for his fashion sense...”

and I had one of those moments where I realized that this character was so much My Type that I was mad at myself for being so predictable. and I questioned some of the life choices that I made that led me to the point that this greasy rat man the sort of character that I immediately knew that I was going to fall in love with.

But that was only the beginning, because as I watched more of the series, I related to him more and more-- I think it was mannerisms at first, and things like “having to explain the vocabulary you just used to your coworkers” and “I would also like Anne Bonny to be my wife”, but gradually I began to relate to him for increasingly personal reasons. I first watched Black Sails after I had gone through a particularly rough couple years, and the catharsis of watching Jack go from “they pissed on me” to being the character who is ultimately victorious over the series’ main antagonist was an emotionally intense experience. I was already projecting on him by the time that he delivered the “great art has felled empires” monologue, which was the moment I knew that I was deeply invested in this character, and he hadn’t even started showing off his best looks yet. There are, of course, moments where his actions are... morally dubious, but even those instances just managed to make me more attached to him, because I respect the hell out of how well the writers succeeded in making him such a well-developed character.

By the end of the series I realized that I related to this character on an intensely personal level, in a way that I haven’t connected with a fictional character in years, except it felt more profound than the times I’ve connected with fictional characters in the past because this time I was an Adult with a deeper understanding of the Self. I don’t want to sound like a soulbonder or a kinnie or whatever the kids are calling it these days but it really felt like this:

tl;dr I came for the wardrobe and stayed for the waxing about art philosophy and historiography

Why I don’t: ... undermining the revolution wasn’t great...

Favorite episode: I’m a big fan of 2.06 because... you know...

but also because we had to wait 14 episodes to see this pirate on a fuckin boat

Favorite season: Season three features so many of my favorite tropes it feels unreal... Jack and Charles as co-captains sharing authority and declaring their undying loyalty to each other... the way he goes full dandy the moment he has money to burn... Jack has to gain the approval of his judgmental father-in-law... his homoerotic rivalry with Rogers... getting arrested and then rescued by his significant others in the most dramatic way possible... I choose to believe that there was a brief, shining moment right before the beginning of season 3 where Jack was able to just chill and be optimistic about the future and bask in Charles Vane’s approval amidst his pile of gold and new wardrobe while Anne and Max were off doing lesbian stuff...

Favorite line: “It’s the art that leaves the mark, but to leave it, it must transcend, it must speak for itself, it must be true,” I mutter to myself as I draw vampire pirates at 1am

Favorite outfit: oof what a question...

This look is probably my overall favorite and there’s a good reason why it’s the outfit he’s wearing for the final climactic battle. He has so many amazing coats, but the details on this one make it my favorite, and I also love that gradient scarf and the pink embroidered shirt. The color and pattern mixing here is impeccable. It makes me appreciate his hot mess of a wardrobe in the first season more, seeing how his first outfit just looks like plain boring muslin and then more color & patterns gradually get introduced.

This is my runner-up just because I love the shade of blue and the prince charming vibes that are happening here, so I’m sad that we only saw this look for like 3 seconds.

OTP: I can’t remember the last time I cared about a ship as much as I care about VaneRackham.... sometimes I get mad that they succeeded in making me have these Feelings about fictional characters... I watched a show with multiple canon gay relationships and ended up fixating on the queerbait white man ship where one of the characters dies, because I have questionable taste and I love making myself suffer. 😩

Brotp: Jack and Max’s relationship means so much to me 💕

Head Canon: This might be me projecting, but because of his background in textiles I headcanon that Jack was more competent at sewing than anyone else on the Ranger and that skill came in incredibly useful on more than one occasion. The fancy coats that we see him wearing in seasons 3 & 4 most likely would have been custom tailored specifically for him, but I imagine that all of his earlier ones were acquired secondhand (one way or another) and he sometimes did patching/adjustments on them himself.

Unpopular opinion: I respect the artistic liberties that were taken with his character design, but he should have been allowed to wear some silk stockings and show off his calves at least once tbh

A wish: Obviously my #1 wish is that Jack and Charles had been permitted to kiss, but I also wish that we had been able to see them on a ship together clearly I have no choice but to assume that whenever they were on a ship together there was lots of kissing going on An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: man it would sure suck if Jack was executed for piracy within like three years of the series finale 5 words to best describe them: this adam ant looking motherfucker

My nickname for them: my guy/my dude

#black sails #jack rackham #long post

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The cloud white mare with black mane and tail regarded the party with suspicion. She pointed an accusing hoof at the party's leader, a gaunt looking yellow pony with scraggly off red mane and tail.

“Why would you be wanting to dig up this grave? This pony is at rest. You sure that you aren't ghouls using a pretext so that you can grab a snack?”

That pony just snarled, “Ain't none of your business, Whitey! And NO! We ain't ghouls!”

She stepped into his way and sat solidly on the grave that the yellow pony was trying to get his shovel into. “It is my business! Anypony trying to disturb my home is my business! Why do you want to dig up Rory Saddler? What is the point, if not to eat his corpse?”

The apparently piebald black, tan and white goat in the party spoke up, “Cory Saddler here, seems to think that his uncle Rory, who was well known as a schemer and con artist, did not die and get buried here. I made a contract with him that he would die quickly and without pain, last month. He insisted on paying me 12,000 bits for that merciful ending to his long and basically dishonest life.”

Cory interrupted, “That money should have gone to me! I was promised half of his estate when he died! Since he spent it all on this wicked goat, he gotta give me back that money! They is a refund clause in that there contract. Uncle Rory just pulled another fast one but he outsmarted himself this time! When he ain't in that box down there, this here goat gotta give back that gold that he done nothing to earn!”

The goat spoke up, “Technically, I would owe the money to Rory, not you. His contract is very specific in that regard. If he is not in that grave, the 13,200 bits of refund and indemnity will be placed into a trust fund at Ponyville Trust and Loan which ONLY He can claim.”

The mare regarded the apparent goat with interest. “That is a lovely glamor, mister goat. Are you Mister Grumpy Goat that lives up on the mountain over there?”

He nodded agreeably, “That is me, alright. May I ask who you are?”

She smiled. “Bonny. Bonny Bones, Mister Grumpy. Pleased to meet you.”

“Can this polite crap! Rory's will been read! That cheat left me half of his estate! After the dratted funeral come out, me and Melisande only got eighteen bits to split between us! That and his old clothes and shoes!”

Grumpy cocked his head, floppy ears lifted some with interest. “What did you do with his possessions?”

Cory snarled, “I give them all to Mel! She get me and the law pony to sign that his crap was hers. She find a hid compartment in his trunk with five hundred gold bits in it! Wouldn't share none with me, neither! Just waive that paper where I give her Rory's old crap.”

Bonnie looked askance at Cory. “Sounds to me like you made your own misfortunes, so far. I have been here enough to know something of the laws that ponies have about the dead.

“Before you go digging up any grave, you need a special paper from the court, letting you do it. If you dig him up, there will have to be a new autopsy done. That all costs money. Money that you don't have and won't get.”

Corey snapped, “I will have! See, his will been read and all. Law says he's dead. If he ain't in that box, the goat's refund go to his estate! It been divided already and Mel she sign off on it. I ain't so's the residue, they calls it, go to me!”

Grumpy pointed out, “This will really not look good on top of your current charges. They dragged you out of the funeral for repeatedly stabbing the deceased with a three inch hat pin. Now, here you are in the graveyard, trying to illegally exhume Rory's body. You don't need to do that at all.”

“What you means I don't gotta? See, if'n he's in there, all I gotta do is take him away and refill the hole. Get the law to dig it up and they gonna force you to pay up that there refund!”

An official sounding voice from behind him startled Cory! “Considering all that I have overheard in the last few minutes, Cory, you are going to jail! You are under arrest for conspiracy to abuse a corpse.”

“Constable Crager! You doesn't understand! See, he took a drug to fake death! He done it before, once! That was why I done poke him with that pin to wake him up!”

As Constable Crager was leading him off, Grumpy and Bonnie overheard, “Well, now that we have cause, he will be autopsied.”

Tunelessly whistling, Grumpy examined his copy of the Saddler Contract. Nodding confirmation, he showed Bonnie, “See, right here. 'Death to be quick and painless. To happen within a month of contract registry.' Now if you check the registry date, it expires today.

“Do you know what is funny, Bonnie? Cory was right. He did take a drug to fake death. It was working just like he planned it to, right up to his funeral. According to the Lich King, who is a friend of mine, he was unconscious and unable to feel a thing when Cory's pin stab in the neck to wake him up, pierced his spinal cord and killed him!”

Bonnie whickered her amusement! “He was planning to cheat you and collect the refund plus ten percent! Cory was just following Rory's plan! Both of them forgot one thing that even here in the graveyard, I have heard about your contracts. You have never had to give out a refund!”

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Sweet Boy-Finn Shelby x Reader x Bonnie Gold (Part 7/?)

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Summary: The incident at the shop has left everyone shaken, but Tommy realises he needs to find (Y/N) a safe place to hide.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Aberama Gold x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of killing/dead animals, fluff, slight smut

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(Y/N) P.O.V

Someone was gently shaking me awake, though I still took in a sharp breath in shock, scared it was those boys coming back for me. My heart skipped a beat before seeing Finn.

"Oh my god, Finn." I breathed out, a hand placed over my chest."You scared me."

"I'm sorry." he whispered. He was crouched down beside the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I glanced to the window, the curtains were still shut and only the tiniest bit of light was shining on them."It's so early."

"Yeah, it's four o'clock actually."

"Why did you wake me?"

"I've got to take you somewhere. Tommy has found some place safe for you."

"What? Where?"

"I have no idea. Come on, we need to quickly pack a bag."

I groaned the entire time, it was mostly Finn doing the packing until I intervened; he was about to go into my underwear drawer. He had only brought a small case, it would just last me the week, if that. After I changed (with Finn out of the room), I groggily made my way downstairs, seeing Polly and Tommy at the door.

"Good morning." Tommy casually greeted me.

"Where are we going Tommy?" I mumbled, still not fully awake.

"It's not too far away. The car is waiting outside."

He left with that, Finn following him. I turned to Polly.

"Guessing you know where I'm going?"

She gave me a small smile."You'll be fine love."

I didn't have the energy to even try asking any questions on the drive. My eyelids were very heavy, I had slept terribly after the attack on the shop. My head would nod forwards every now and then, in the end I leaned my head on Finn's shoulder; he was sat in the back with me, and I really couldn't give any fucks at that point, I needed to sleep.

Finn was the one to wake me again. The car had stopped moving, we were no longer in a place with buildings, factories or even a road. We were on an off road dirt track, surrounded by trees. Why were we here? Had we broken down?

"Tom, why are we here?" Finn leaned forward to whisper to his brother, though I heard him.

Tommy didn't reply, causing Finn to huff. He glanced back at me and shrugged. Without a word, Tommy got out of the car, assuming we would follow. As Finn let me use his hand to climb out, it occurred to me that it had just been the three of us on that journey, no extra protection, no other Shelby's. I shuddered from the cold as I stepped out of the vehicle, wrapping my arms around myself and looking to see where we were. It was only when two figures on horseback approached us did it all make sense.

Finn P.O.V

"Tom, you can't be serious?" I hissed.

That damn bastard. He knew this would piss me off yet he still asked me to come. Polly could have easily got (Y/N) awake and probably pack a better overnight bag than me. I glared as Bonnie dismounted his horse, this couldn't be happening right now.

"Remember Thomas Shelby, you owe me." Aberama said as they walked towards us.

"Tommy, she's just as safe with m...us as she is here. Why take here away from her comforts?" I tried to point out.

"You and I both know that's far from the truth. No one knows her affiliation with Bonnie, they only know about the relationship you two once had. So no one will think to come out here to look for her."

"But how will we know she's really safe?"

"You doubting us boy?" Aberama interrupted.

"You don't have access to a telephone."

"Don't need one." Bonnie said."We've got a good route planned."

"I just don't know how I feel with-"

"Finn," Tommy warned,"it's been done."

"I mean," (Y/N) piped up, having patiently listened to us bicker,"it would have been nice to know where I was going and who I was with. Not that I don't trust you two, I definitely do, I just haven't packed properly for...for this lifestyle."

"See?" I smugly said.

"I'm not disagreeing with Tommy though."

"What?"

"It's probably the best idea. I'll hate being away from home, but I'd rather sleep well at night knowing I'm somewhere no one can get to me."

"She'll be fine, Finn. We need to get moving though." Aberama was clearly trying to move this along.

Bonnie stepped forward, holding out a hand for her case. I hesitantly handed it over, watching as he held out his other hand for (Y/N). Surprisingly she didn't take it, glancing back to me and looking as if she were about to say something. Instead she stayed silent, walking past Bonnie's confused face to his horse. I had to turn away as I watched his hands snake around her waist to lift her onto the animal; the only reason she knew how to ride a horse was because of me. My jealousy was too strong, I had to see her go, regretting it when Bonnie sat behind her, having to hold her as they rode away. This was bullshit.

Bonnie's P.O.V

I could feel how tense (Y/N) was as we rode towards our campsite. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable, more angry about something. My instincts told me that I was the reason, though I didn't want to believe it. I had hoped (Y/N) would be more excited about travelling with me. I had so much to show her, things that would take her mind off of what happened to her, off of a certain person. I wanted to blame it on her tiredness, could I blame her? After a traumatic experience the night before, the girl was bound to be exhausted. But I knew that wasn't to blame.

We rode in silence, and I desperately wanted to break that. Dad was riding further ahead, he wouldn't pick up on our conversation, especially if we were quiet.

"Are you OK?" I breathed out, almost whispering.

She shuddered as my breath fanned over the back of her neck."I'm fine thank you."

Yep, short answers, I knew it.

"So you really had no idea about today?"

"No."

"(Y/N) please talk to me."

"I am."

"This isn't talking. Why are you being so blunt with me?"

"It's still very early Bonnie. I've been awake less than an hour and I also had no sleep last night."

"I understand. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

She sighed."You're not Bonnie. I'm sorry for snapping. I just feel like a doll being tossed around by a group of young girls who refuse to share properly."

I hesitated, I should have left the conversation there.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for this whole mess. Maybe if I had just listened to Finn and stayed away, none of this would have happened.”

One of (Y/N)’s hands rested on top of mine, rubbing it comfortingly.“We can’t change the past Bonnie. Who knew after a few drinks together this would have happened?”

“But Finn and I could have handled it all so differently. We’ve been acting like boys, not men.”

“I can’t deny that. It has been a confusing time.”

“Confusing? You mean, you don’t know if you are really over Finn?”

I didn’t like the way she paused.“It’s not that Bon, it’s just...have you ever been in love?”

I’m glad she couldn’t see me smiling down at her.“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, Finn and I once loved each other. And even after everything he has done to me, how cruel he was, how spiteful he has been, there’s a part of me longing for the familiarity, how easy it would be with him because we already know everything about each other. Dating means I have to get to know someone all over again without the confirmation that they’ll like me. It’s just so much effort.”

I was tempted to say ‘There’s someone who already knows you’, of course referring to me, and that would be obvious. But the way she was speaking about him, it was as if something had happened between them in the last few hours since I saw her. It saddened me, not only because I really liked her, but because Finn had managed to trick her into believing he had changed. He hadn’t, I knew he hadn’t.

I had been nervous to take (Y/N) to our makeshift campsite. Dad and I had strayed away from the family, not wanting them caught up in this. I also knew my sisters would tease us both, and now really wasn’t a time for that. It felt horrible to think, but I didn’t want her to judge my way of life. She said so herself she hadn’t packed for this ‘lifestyle’. There were two wagons, one for (Y/N), and one for me and my dad, we would be taking turns patrolling.

Dad said nothing as he got off his horse, he was pissed about this arrangement, but had a good deal with Tommy for it. I carefully got off my own horse, reaching up for (Y/N), who held onto my shoulders as she slid off. I kept a firm grip on her waist, not really wanting to let go. I could see she was still exhausted, the sun was slowly making it’s way into the sky, but she would still be asleep at this time, as would most of Small Heath.

“You have your own wagon.” I showed her to it, taking her hand to help her up the stairs as she cautiously walked in. I followed.“I know it’s small and no fancy hotel.”

“It’s lovely.” she said as she looked around.

I chuckled.“It’s alright, you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. It’s...different to anywhere I’ve stayed before, doesn’t mean it isn’t nice.”

She was too sweet.

“I think I’ll sleep now if that’s alright. I’m still shattered from everything that happened last night and this morning.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

Turning around to leave, I instantly stopped when she called my name, gently grabbing my elbow. I faced her, taking in her beauty one more time.

"Thank you, Bonnie, for everything you and your dad are doing for me. I know some people are annoyed by what's happening. But you've always looked after me."

She reached up on her tiptoes, placing a sweet kiss to my cheek. I was surprised when I felt myself blushing, bashfully smiling at her before leaving. I could still feel her lips, I just wished she had missed and kissed me somewhere else.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I slept for a majority of the day, still feeling groggy and out of it, but I had to get up for a few hours before evening fell again. It must have been after midday, though I wasn't completely sure as the sun was hidden by a sky full of clouds. Slowly opening the door, I saw Bonnie sat in a small wooden chair, seemingly enjoying the view of the landscape. I had to admit, it was a lovely change to the smog and streets.

"Sleeping beauty has risen." he cheekily smiled.

"Yes, and her majesty wonders why she does not see a full English breakfast before her."

"My apologies my lady, but it will just be bread for breakfast."

I took the small piece of bread he tore off for me, standing beside him. It would have to do, and I wasn't that hungry anyway; the thoughts of the night before were enough to put me off eating. We were silent as we watched over the fields, seeing the trees and long grass sway in the wind. It was so peaceful.

"Where's your dad?" I asked.

"He's hunting for tonight's dinner. Hopefully find a few rabbits or hedgehogs."

I hid my disgust; rabbit I could deal with, hedgehog would be new.

"How you feeling?"

"Alright. Still overtired."

"You can relax now. Treat this as a camping holiday."

"I'll try. You got another chair."

Bonnie had a hand on his lap, glancing down at his legs and back up at me. I could see he was trying to hold back a smile, but it easily broke. He was gesturing to sit on his lap, and although my first instinct was to do it, I still hesitated. I saw regret flash in his eyes, though I didn't see his next reaction as I had sat on him.

His hands were on my waist stabilising me, he didn't know where else he could touch me. I boldly took his arms, wrapping them around me, leaning back into his chest. He had tensed up, relaxing when I did against him. Bonnie rested his chin on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing he was so close to me.

"Is this OK?" he whispered.

"I'm the one who sat down."

"I'm the one who suggested it."

"(Y/N)...what do you...how..."

Bonnie sighed in frustration, he couldn't seem to form a sentence. His arms tightened around me, his head burying deeper into my neck. He was frustrated, it was almost like he needed to be comforted.

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"Nothing, I don't want to ruin this moment."

"You won't."

Gently moving his his arms, I swiveled round to face him, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"I have so much to say. But I don't know how to say it."

"About what?"

"About us."

I knew what he was referring to.

"It's just, earlier, when you spoke about Finn...I dunno, it seemed like you still had feelings for him."

"I...don't. I don't think I do."

He broke our eye contact. I had upset him. And that hurt me. Wasn't this telling me something?

"Did he kiss you?"

"What?"

"Has he stolen a kiss when you've been alone?"

"No. Well, he tried but-"

"But you didn't kiss him?"

"No. I actually pushed him away. If that was my instinct then what does that tell you?"

"I won't lie, that does make me happy."

We were being bold with our words. But this was also what we should have done before. All of us should have voiced our feelings and worked something out. In that moment we were just silently looking into each others eyes, the rustling of the trees, singing of birds and nature's silence surrounded us like a song. One of my hands moved to the back of his neck, stroking down the end of his hair with my thumb, the hand left on his shoulder tightening as my nerves built. Bonnie brought me closer to him, an arm around my waist and the other high on my thigh. I wasn't sure what we were doing, or what I was even doing.

"Good to see you're keeping an eye on the camp, Bonnie." Aberama's voice called out, making me jump off of his son. He had three dead rabbits tied up, swinging limply from his hand, a gun slung over his shoulder."For that, you can take your patrol now."

Bonnie huffed, glancing at me before walking away. I was mortified, how did that look to Aberama? Unsure of what to do with myself, I awkwardly stood there, Aberama watching me as he set down his things.

"Do you know how to start a fire girl?"

I didn't like how he patronised me."No."

"I thought not."

He knelt down where there had been a fire that morning (I assumed from the dark patch of grass with twigs laid on top of one another). Aberama easily caught a flame, there was a small fire in seconds.

"I can chop up vegetables if you have any." I offered, feeling stupid standing there.

He nodded, pointing to a bag besides the other wagon. I brought it over to the fire, finding a makeshift chopping board, a knife and some veg inside. As I started trying to prove myself to Aberama, he also cut up the rabbits, the sound of him breaking the bones and ripping off the skin made my skin crawl.

"Can I ask you a question?" Aberama strained as he tried to cut into the meat of the animal.

I avoided looking his way."Yes."

"Why didn't you leave Small Heath after you lef the Shelby boy?"

"I couldn't, I had no where to go. I'll admit I was stupid at the beginning of our relationship. I left behind my family and friends who were all there ready to support me when he eventually left me. And they were right, he did. And he hurt me. But Tommy said he wanted me to stay, he liked me as a worker. I needed the money."

"I admit, I wasn't expecting to hear that. You are a smart girl."

"I hope you don't hate me Aberama. I know you don't like Bonnie caught up in all this, that was never my intention."

He sighed."I don't hate you. But you understand why I am worried for him."

I nodded."I don't want him in any danger either. Although I know it's a little late for that."

"He's in the Peaky Blinders and he's a boxer. I know he won't ever be completely safe again."

The conversation apparently ended there. I didn't mind, I found it hard to talk to him. We cooked dinner in silence, calling over Bonnie when it was done. Small talk made dinner pass by slightly quicker, though I was relieved to flee to my wagon once we cleaned up Bonnie was still on watch, a long punishment for him as Aberama said.

I tried to sleep, I should have hit the pillow and instantly be out, but I was restless. That moment between me and Bonnie kept replaying in my head. Was I too forward? But that's what he wanted. And if anything escalated, I didn't think he would use me, it seemed sweeter than that. I sighed, rolling onto my side as I hugged the sheet to myself, trying to think of something to soothe me to sleep.

My head whipped towards the door as it clicked open, heart almost thumping out of my chest before I made out Bonnie in the dark.

"Bonnie?" I still whispered.

"It's me, I'm sorry, I should have knocked."

I sat up in bed, forgetting to cover myself up or any decency, not when he was looking at me like that. He walked in, kneeling down beside the bed.

"I had to see you. After earlier, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

I couldn't speak, my stupid brain wouldn't work.

"I know you have feelings for me. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't, you wouldn't have held my hand the way you did on the horse, you...please say something."

"I feel the same as you Bonnie. I...I need...I want you to kiss me now."

He wasted no time, pushing his lips onto mine as soon as I finished my sentence, one hand flying to the back of my head. However, he was still gentle, it wasn't lustful, this wasn't a quick fuck. Bonnie was taking his time with me, yes there was desperation but that was because of how long we waited for this. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me, forcing him to climb on the bed and straddle me. I was getting excited, I was feeling flustered and hot, but also nervous. It felt like my first time again.

Bonnie slowly kissed down my neck, noticing how shaky my breathing was.

"I can stop, we don't have to." he assured me.

"I want to Bonnie, I really want to, with you. Sorry, I'm just nervous."

He hovered over me, brushing back my hair as he placed a tender kiss to my forehead."I'll look after you. You don't have to be nervous." he pecked my lips."Let me look after you."

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Know no shame: queerness in the golden age of TV and piracy

Both Our Flag Means Death and Black Sails go all in on queer pirates — eventually

[Editor note: This post contains light spoilers for Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death]

Our Flag Means Death has become a bit of a sensation, to put it mildly. The show skyrocketed in popularity for weeks after its debut, both in terms of streaming metrics and the outpouring of fan art.

That’s in no small part thanks to its centering a romance between two men, Stede Bonnet and Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, which captured the hearts of many, especially among queer viewers starved of on-screen representation. Even as queer representation has improved over the decades, with several ongoing shows featuring queer characters and subplots, it’s still rare for a series to focus squarely on queer romance, especially in genre shows.

What it absolutely does not do upfront is let the audience know that one of its central characters (arguably the story’s primary protagonist), Captain Flint, is in fact a gay man, and that his oppression and persecution under British society is the root of his entire violent quest.

Retelling well-known histories as queer tales is more about putting back into our past what has been erased from it. As Black Sails co-creator Jon Steinberg said to Den of Geek regarding the show’s historical figures, “There’s some freedom in the moment you realize that the historic record is severely compromised in terms of what these peoples’ lives were like. They had a motive to lie, and so did the people in London. […] It gives us the room to try to tell a story that will hopefully feel real. It probably won’t necessarily match up to the textbook to what happened, but I think we would probably argue that the textbook is already a narrative that somebody with an agenda put together a long, long time ago.”

But the answer to why no one had might be captured somewhat in the response to Black Sails’ own voyage into queer storytelling.

Source: Polygon

#black sails #our flag means death #ofmd #article #sorry for late posting #very interesting article

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