#michael gray imagine

[xoxoavenger]

I Can't Imagine

pairing: Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

summary: Michael and Y/N have a fight, one that seems like the most important thing until the Shelbys are served a black hand.

word count: 4549

warnings: canon typical injuries, canon typical gang violence, major character death (cannon, not michael or reader)

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"3-5-5 Small Heath," Y/N said into the telephone, playing with the ring on her left hand. Michael had proposed not even a week ago, she had moved in not even a week ago, and yet he had only been home when she was going to sleep about two times. It made Y/N livid, and she wasn't going to stand for it. It was almost Christmas, for Christ's sake.

"Shelby Company Limited," Michael answered, and Y/N sighed.

"Mr. Gray," Y/N spoke, listening to Michael's quick intake of breath.

"Y/N," He greeted back, his voice static over the phone. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" He asked, obviously pulling out the pocket watch and looking at the time.

"Aren't you supposed to be home?" She shot back, leaning against the desk he had at home.

"I'll be there soon. I promise." His words made Y/N want to scream, because she knew she wouldn't see him until the morning.

"Why don't you tell Tommy Shelby that your wife wants you home." She spoke angrily, closing her eyes in annoyance.

"You aren't my wife." Michael shot back quickly, making Y/N take in a sharp breath. She thought about saying something snarky back, thought about going to the office in Japanese silk - and idea she had overheard Polly and Esme talking about.

Instead she angrily hung up the phone on Michael's quick apologies.

~

She hadn't fallen asleep but when she heard the door downstairs shut, she closed her eyes and pretended. She heard Michael come into the bedroom, heard his sigh as he took off his jacket and shoes, the clink of metal from his cuff links, the ruffle of cotton as he took off his shirt and then pants, leaving him only in his undershirt. He walked to the bed, gently laying down on his side before he put an arm around Y/N and pulling her close. She didn't snuggle closer like she would have normally, but instead stayed rigid and faced away from him.

"I know you're awake." Michael muttered into her shoulder, kissing the bare skin her night gown provided.

"Do you not understand why I would pretend?" She whispered, trying to ignore the flutter in her heart as he moved closer to her body, the hand that was around her waist feeling around to grab her hand.

"No," Michael's voice was soft and quiet, much different than it had been over the phone.

"Liar." She let go of his hand and rolled away slightly, onto her stomach, making it harder for him to cuddle her.

"Y/N," Michael said, leaning up in bed. Y/N closed her eyes, as if she could fool him now. "Y/N, please. I don't want to go to bed while we're fighting." He reached out for her again, and she pushed him off.

"We can stop fighting when you come home at a reasonable time." She told him, still not facing him.

"I'm doing important work." Michael said as he rolled onto his back.

"For Tommy Shelby? The man who put you on a noose?" She finally moved to her side to face him, barely able to see him in the dull light.

"He's the one who got me off the noose." Michael fired back, making her roll her eyes.

"You wouldn't have been on the noose if it weren't for Tommy!" She was yelling now, and Michael sat up. They had fought before, sure, but she never brought up the time he had almost died. It seemed she was saving it for a rainy day.

"We wouldn't have met if I didn't work for him." It was true; Y/N and Lizzie had worked together, so when Thomas had brought Michael around for some fun Y/N was the one who gave it to him. Michael quickly became a regular, and soon she was payed handsomely and told that she wouldn't need to see anyone else - it wasn't long before her and Michael were official and she learned the Shelby ways.

"Well, what would I know? I'm not your wife, after all." She turned over silently, closing her eyes for the final time that night.

~

She woke up when Michael had gotten out of bed, kissing her forehead as he stood up and then again when he left. She wasn't going back to sleep, so after she knew he was gone she got up and got ready herself. She did a couple chores around the house that the maid didn't do, like cleaning Michael's office and their room. It had been quite awhile when she collected the mail. She went through it, not opening much because it was for Michael. She did pause on the last one, which was sent from New York. America.

"What the hell?" Y/N muttered, putting the other mail down and going into Michael's office for the letter cutter. She opened a couple drawers before she found it, rummaging around and almost cutting her finger on it. She opened the envelope to a card, the content of which was a black hand.

What was that supposed to mean?

She shoved the card back into the envelope, heart racing. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

She grabbed the telephone, pressing the small button twice before she was connected.

"3-5-5 Small Heath," Y/N waited to be connected, leaning on the desk and looking at the envelope once more. She didn't fully recognize the name, even if it did seem familiar, but she had never been to America, so she didn't know where it was anyway.

"Hello," Well that was not Michael.

"Tommy Shelby," Y/N said with malice. She hated Tommy for what he did to Michael, to his own flesh and blood. He was a slimy man, and Y/N refused to put up with him.

"Y/N," Tommy greeted her back, and Y/N just sighed.

"Where's Michael?" She asked before he could say anything else. She didn't want to listen to the leader of the Shelby clan; in fact, she would rather never think of the man again.

"He's on his way to Polly's right now. Had to give him a couple pointers on how to get her back to being Poll." Y/N sighed - she knew that Michael's mum wasn't doing well; her time in prison and in the noose had effected her badly, and Y/N and Michael went to visit her at least once a week. She was surprised that Michael went without her this time, especially because he hadn't even told her.

"Did you tell him to go see her? Because you can't fix problems on your own?" She wondered, brows furrowed and her face hurting from it's frown.

"This problem is better suited for Michael." Tommy told her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Well, it is a problem that you created, furthering my point." Y/N shot back, trying to keep herself from crinkling the envelope in her hand.

"Did you need something?" Tommy asked through a sigh. Y/N took a deep breath - they were practically family now, and Michael respected him. Although she would never respect Thomas Shelby, she would try to act civil.

"I just got a letter in the mail. From America." The line was silent, and she thought it was disconnected for a second until she heard Thomas breathing. "It's from an Italian name. The card was just a black hand." She told him. She hadn't even finished talking before Tommy was swearing.

"Pack a bag and bring some stuff for Michael. We all need to be in Small Heath." He told her, which made her even more pissed.

"We got this house so that we wouldn't have to live in Small Heath." She hoped Tommy could hear her annoyance, could hear her wanting to punch him multiple times.

"I know, but this is the Mafia. The Changretta's are coming after us." He told her quickly, and she heard rustling paper on the other line. Y/N's eyes widened. She didn't work for the Shelby Company Limited, but Michael practically told her everything that Polly, Lizzie and Esme didn't. She knew that Arthur had killed Mr. Changretta, the name she now recognized on the envelope, and she knew that the Mafia was bad news.

"Fuck," She whispered, staring at the envelope. The envelope that was addressed to their house. "They know where we live," She thought aloud, everything coming crashing down.

"Yes, which is why we need to get to Small Heath."

"Well then," Y/N sighed, setting the envelope down. "Guess we'll all be together for Christmas after all, Tommy."

~

"I'll be back soon, I promise. I have to go get John." Michael told her as they put their bags into one of the upstairs rooms.

"I'm coming with you," Y/N told him. By now it was early in the morning, the sun rising on Christmas. They hadn't slept, both of them worried about the anvil that seemed to loom over the Shelbys.

"No, Y/N, you aren't. If John was served a black hand they know where he lives too, and I don't want you to get hurt." Michael told her, taking his gun out of the holster, checking it, and putting it back in.

"Well, I don't want you getting hurt." Y/N fired back, raising her chin as they stared down at each other. Michael knew he didn't have time for this, so the best he could do was hope the mafia hadn't gotten to John's yet.

"Fine. But you stay next to me at all times and do exactly as I say alright?" He agreed, opening the door of the room for her before leading her down the stairs and out of the house, right to their car.

"Of course, Michael." She smiled as he helped her in, sliding all the way to the passenger side. "I know you can protect me." She put a hand on his thigh as he started the car and watched as his face heated with blush. He turned to kiss her quickly before pulling out onto the road.

"So," Michael started as he began driving out of the small town. Y/N turned to look at him. "I didn't mean what I said on the phone the other night." Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned against her door, sighing. Part of her wanted to forget about their fight.

"I don't believe that." She said quietly, waiting for him to either shut up or lash out.

"I wouldn't have asked you to move in if I didn't feel that way." He told her sincerely, turning out into the country roads. "I wouldn't have proposed if I didn't want you to be my wife."

"It still hurts! I was just asking for you to be home and you decided to use my feelings against me." She shot back, heart racing. She didn't like fighting with Michael, but she also didn't like when he treated her like that.

"Your feelings? I was speaking the truth." Michael told her, and she shook her head, looking out the window.

"You clearly do not understand, so let's talk about it later." She told him, effectively ending the fight. They were almost to John's house anyway. They were even on his road when a slow horse pulling hay practically stopped them.

"Come on!" Michael shouted, hitting the steering wheel. It was obvious he was stressed, and Y/N hoped she was hiding her own emotions. John had kids and a wife, he had a family. She hoped he was fine. "Move!" Michael shouted, causing her to jump slightly as he hit the horn. The man with the hay eventually did move, and Michael quickly swerved around the trailer, making his way all the way to John's.

Once they pulled in behind John's car, Y/N went to open her door. "Stay in the car." Michael told her, hopping out.

"No! I'm not leaving your side, remember," She was still pissed, so even if she had made an opposite promise she wouldn't have stayed in the car. She practically had to jog to keep up with Michael, resisting the urge to grab his arm as they walked through the driveway. The two walked around the side, going through the gate before they heard a shotgun reloading.

"Oh, fuck, it's you two." John said as he came out of his small hiding hole, putting down his gun. "Got nothing better to do on Christmas morning?" John asked, looking down at them. Michael grabbed Y/N's hand, holding it tightly. She let it happen, because she needed some strength to get back to Small Heath.

"Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's yard now. Come on," Michael dipped his head toward the cars, speaking quickly to show his urgency.

"Get in. Get in!" John yelled at the dogs, who walked back through the door right as John shut it. He jumped down from the ledge, leading Y/N and Michael to the front of the house. "Nice to see you, Y/N." John tipped his head to her as they walked, and Y/N just smiled. She hadn't seen the Shelby brothers since Thomas had sent them to the gallows, and she had to say that she regretted it. John had always been nice to her, even if they didn't talk much.

"Is Esme here?" Y/N asked, knowing it was a stupid question. Even if Esme hadn't been one of Y/N's closest friends, it was Christmas Day. Of course Esme was at home.

"Of course she is. It's fucking Christmas Day. What does Tommy want, a fucking family reunion?" John asked, turning onto the patio.

"Look, John, we don't have time for this." Michael said, clearly getting more and more stressed just by being there.

"Alright, come into the house," John spoke just as Michael was finishing, "Just come to the meeting."

"Come on, John," Y/N begged as they walked up to the door.

"Have some food." John continued to ignore them, opening the door. Just as he did, Esme came running out. Instead of going toward Y/N like they all thought she would, she walked straight up to Michael.

"Tell Tommy Shelby we can look after ourselves." She seethed, making Y/N sigh.

"Tommy says they could come for us today." Michael spoke, but Esme was taunting him before he had even finished.

"'Tommy says, Tommy says'. Are you his fucking parrot?" She yelled. Y/N grabbed her arm, turning her toward herself.

"It's the Mafia, Esme! The New York fucking Mafia!" She watched Esme just shake her head, and Y/N's heart sunk. She had to get through to them.

"And we're the Peaky fucking Blinders." John said, gun still slung over his shoulder.

"No, we're not, John. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together." Michael told them, obviously losing his patience.

"You were together on the gallows, with one man missing." Esme turned back to Michael, getting into his face in rage.

"Esme, I know you're upset because trust me, I am too. But in the city we have more protection, more people. We can't risk death just because of a stupid man like Tommy." Y/N tried, but Esme wasn't listening. "Just come to the meeting, at least. Think about the kids." Y/N took her hand from Michael and put it on Esme's shoulder now, and everyone turned slightly at a slight noiseto see the hay horse that Michael had passed on the way passing by the house.

"If you want to leave after, that's fine. Just come with us." Michael begged, and Esme turned her head back.

"No. It's Christmas Day. We're the family now. We're staying at home." She got closer to Michael and Y/N pushed her back slightly, not wanting a fight to break out.

"Get in the fucking house!" John shouted as he loaded his gun. Y/N looked over to see men jumping out of the hay, guns firing. Esme began to run, grabbing Y/N and forcing her to follow into the house. She heard the deafening gunshots, and her heart began to pump faster.

"Michael!" She yelled, reaching out for him. He pushed her away, and Y/N stumbled as Esme dragged her. She couldn't catch herself in time, her knees hitting the concrete just before her her head smacked. She hit hard, jarring her. She could hear the guns and screaming and she knew Esme was now yelling at her, pulling her further toward the house by her under arms. She blinked quickly, trying to regain her senses. Her jaw, cheekbone and eye socket screamed in pain, and she groaned as Esme let her fall. She turned to sit up, head rolling as she took in the scene in front of her. Esme was screaming, holding John close to her. She felt her heart race as she realized there was blood staining John's white shirt. She looked over to see Michael, on the ground.

Y/N's heart plummeted.

"Michael," She groaned, pushing herself to stand. Esme's screams were piercing, and Y/N could barely focus. Everything was blurry, and she wasn't sure if it was because of her head or the fact that she was sobbing uncontrollably. She could barely see as she stumbled around, falling to her knees when she was close enough to Michael. The pain shot all the way up her legs and down to her toes, and she felt bile rise in her throat as a surge of pain when through her head.

"Call someone! John!" Esme screamed as Y/N reached for Michael. She used her might to pull him over, trying to figure out how much he was shot.

"Oh God," Y/N retched, turning her head to throw up. Blackness was consuming her, and her head become fuzzy as she fell right next to Michael, still trying to grab him. He shakily grabbed her hand as she dropped her head to his shoulder, feeling him move around in pain.

"Y/N," He groaned. She lifted her head, realizing her face was now wet from tears.

"Michael, oh my," Y/N's throat was tight, her breath was heaving in and out. More bile was rising to her throat from the pain and the horror of seeing the Shelbys being shot. She turned again, letting go of his hand and throwing up. It felt like her heart had just stopped beating, that her insides had knotted together and her throat was swelling. The right side of her face throbbed, and she just wanted to go home.

One of the kids must have heard Esme, because soon enough an ambulance was pulling into the front yard.

"Help!" Esme screamed, and Y/N turned her head to see four men get out of the ambulance. Two went to John, and two came to Michael.

"Please move so we can help him, miss." A man said, gently pushing her back. When she looked up at him, his eyes widened. Y/N wasn't sure why he was looking at her like that, so she moved back to Michael's side. He was breathing still, but it was pained and his eyes were closed.

"He's gone," Another man said as he came up to Y/N and Michael. Esme's screams were louder, and Y/N felt her heart sink; John was dead.

"We need to get these two to a hospital." The first man said, nodding toward the car. The two men who had been looking at John first left, and Y/N turned to see them going to the car to grab out a stretcher.

"Is he gonna be alright?" Y/N asked, tears in her eyes. She didn't want to lose Michael. She didn't want to be left alone.

Oh God, and they had just fought, too.

"We'll try our best." The man nodded. Y/N tried to calm her breathing, because it was hurting her face, but she couldn't.

The men came out with a stretcher, helping Michael onto it. He groaned out, and Y/N winced they picked him up and took him into the car.

"Why don't you come with us, miss? We need to check out your head." A man held his arm out to her. Y/N looked over to see the other man talking to Esme, who was still screaming and crying.

"My head?" She asked as she grabbed the man's arm. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion - she could only see flashes, like one second she was on the patio and the next she was in the front of the ambulance. The man was asking questions, but Y/N wasn't answering. She could barely hear his words. When she went to lay against the door, her head so fuzzy her eyes were closing, she was instantly brought back to the present. Pain surged all the way across her face, practically rattling her teeth. She jarred awake, blinking quickly.

"Are you alright?" The man driving asked, and Y/N sat up, looking around. They were at the hospital in Small Heath, and she jumped out when they stopped. She stumbled, however, falling to the ground and scraping her hands, her knees crying out. She let out a gasp in pain, about to get up when someone grabbed her and helped her up.

Thomas Shelby.

"You," Y/N seethed, seeing red as he looked at her.

"Y/N, what happened?" Tommy asked. This was one of the only times Y/N had ever seen Tommy afraid, and it made her even more mad.

"What happened?" She repeated, grabbing his biceps as he pulled her up. "What happened was you, Thomas Shelby! What happened was you can never inflate your own ego enough!" She screamed, tears falling out of her eyes as she hit him. She clawed at his face, smacking his chest with open hands and fists. She was angry and upset and tired and hurt and she was taking it all out on him.

"Y/N, please," He begged, grabbing her arms. They were locked like that when the men pulled Michael out, who was groaning in pain, eyes squeezed shut.

"Michael," Y/N muttered going to her fiancé. Tommy grabbed her however, which caused her to hit his arm in an attempt to make him let go. His grip was unwavering, and when he pulled her into him she realized she was screaming, face pressed against his suit. When she finally stopped screaming, her head pressed against Tommy's chest as he cradled her head, she heard Esme's horrified cries.

"No," Tommy said, his grip tightening on Y/N as he realized why Esme was screaming. "No, please," He was begging, and all Y/N could do was cry and lash out.

"He's dead!" She cried as she pushed Tommy away, her head spinning as he let go of her, numb. "And now Michael," Her voice was breathy and she was stumbling, not able to hold herself up.

"They're going to take care of Michael," Tommy promised, shooting a hand out to steady her as she began to fall to the ground. "Are you alright?" He asked, but then she began to lose her balance even more, bringing him down on the muddy ground with her.

"I need to see Michael." She said her breathing getting more labored. Tommy helped her lean against him so her head didn't hit the mud, using the opportunity to examine her bruise.

"He's going to be okay. We need to get you in, your face," He trailed off, not sure how to describe it. Her jaw and cheekbone were swollen, and although she probably hadn't noticed her eye was also almost swollen shut.

"Michael," She breathed, and Tommy's thoughts jumped to the fact that if he were to marry again, this would be the kind of girl he didn't want; one who didn't even care that half her face was smashed in because he was shot.

"Y/N, come on," Tommy tried to pull her up, but she was practically dead weight.

"Fuck you, Tommy." She muttered out, grabbing his jacket. She was shaking, and Tommy was worried about her. "Fuck you." Her eyes were closing, her grip loosening.

"I need help!" Tommy yelled, watching a couple men come out of the building.

"I hate you, Thomas!" Her voice croaked. It wasn't louder than her breathing, and her voice was cracking.

"How did you hit your head?" He asked, moving her hair out of her face and using the hand on the back of her neck to move her head and see the extent of her bruise.

"Get the fuck off me!" She hit him, but it was more of a tap. "Let go of me," She rolled over and onto the mud, coughing as if she were going to throw up. It took Tommy a couple seconds too long to realize she really was dry heaving. The two men had come over to her, grabbing her arms and picking her up to take her into the hospital.

"Make sure she gets the bed next to Michael Gray." Tommy said as he got up, pretending like he hadn't noticed the mud caked into his pants.

"Thomas Shelby is a coward!" Y/N yelled weakly as she was carried in. "He's a coward and he will do anything for his own gain. Even kill his own family!" And he hated to admit to himself that it was true.

~

"Why aren't you laying with me?" Y/N woke up to Michael's voice behind her. She had been laying towards the wall, because she didn't like sleeping on her back and she couldn't put pressure on the right side of her face. She sat up to turn, and she knew when Michael as realized the bruise. She realized belatedly that she couldn't open her eye all the way, and that her head was throbbing in pain.

"You were shot," She muttered, sitting up all the way and pushing off her bed. Her dressing gown fell short,  much before her knees, her feet completely bare. Her cheeks heated as she realized someone would have had to undress her, and she hoped it was Ada or - more likely - Polly.

"Yes," His voice was gravelly, but he seemed awake, and she wondered how long he had been awake. "My mum came by, she said to tell you she was the one who undressed you. That she fought with physicians to get them away from you." Michael was reaching for her now, and she moved to grab his hand, letting him pull her close and arrange her so that they could lay together.

"When I saw you on the ground - oh God, Michael." Her breaths were short, and although his eyes were closed he was rubbing her back. "I was so afraid you were dead. Before we even got married." He let out a small breath of laughter, still not opening his eyes.

"I can't imagine how Esme feels." He muttered, making Y/N's heart drop.

"I'm sure Tommy is getting a good picture." She said, thinking back to when she had gone crazy as Michael was taken into the hospital.

"He told me about your episode." Michael said softly, and she just closed her eyes. It was embarrassing to think about the way she had screamed at him the way she had thrown a fit outside the hospital and completely collapsed.

"I thought you were dead." She whispered, eyes closed for fear of what he would say.

"If I were you, I probably would have given Tommy a new scar." Michael rubbed her back a couple more times before they settled into bed to sleep.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

#michael gray #michael gray x reader #michael gray imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader

[zablife]

Michael's Wedding Gift

Requested by @peakyswritings for my 2K celebration An Evening at Arrow House. Warning: This is a dark fic 💀

A/N: For added effect play "A Heart Made of Yarn" by Franz Gordon while reading.

The new Mrs. Shelby nuzzled her cheek against the course hairs of Tommy's chest, eyelids shut tight to keep in the tears that threatened to overspill. Her breath caught in her throat as she whispered, "I don't understand why he isn't allowed to come to the party?"

Tommy moved to sit up in bed and his wife scrambled to find a place at his side. What had she done that was so wrong, inviting his cousin inside for tea when he arrived unannounced? He was the only relative to congratulate them in the month they'd been married.

As Tommy caught sight of the tear rolling down his wife's cheek, he softened. "If I'd known you wanted him here, he would have been invited, but Michael is going back to Boston in the morning. It couldn't be helped," he answered, brushing the tear away with the pad of his thumb. A deep chuckle rose from inside his chest as he asked, "What's so special about Michael anyhow? We're expecting at least fifty other guests who will be more than happy to coo at your gorgeous gown from Paris."

Mrs. Shelby sniffled as she replied, "It's not that. He was kind to me," she recalled, thinking of Michael's warm, brown eyes and unassuming nature which made her feel at ease around him. She learned that he was relatively new to the family business which gave them something to bond over. He wasn't brash, but shy and quiet like her and the kinship they forged was something she held dear despite the short time spent together.

"There will be other parties, love," Tommy assured her with a kiss to the top of her head. She held to that promise, dreading the evening before them because she understood the Shelbys could be an unforgiving lot.

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As Mrs. Shelby greeted the arriving guests, she shifted nervously in her high heels and nuzzled closer to her husband's side. Despite the warm summer evening, there was a distinct chill radiating from the glacial stares of Tommy's friends and family. Apparently, not one found her worthy of the great Thomas Shelby, MP OBE. Sensing his wife's nervousness, Tommy gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she willed herself not to give up so soon.

As she turned to accept a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, she locked eyes with Tommy's man Isaiah. He swaggered toward her purposefully as he deposited a key into her hand.

"What's this?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

"A wedding gift, compliments of Mr. Michael Gray," he said with a bow.

"A car?" she asked incredulously.

"You must have made quite an impression," Isaiah remarked.

"I wouldn't say that, but he was understanding of my situation," Mrs. Shelby replied, staring at the key which sat heavy in her palm.

"Whatever you say, ma'am," Isaiah agreed, turning his back to her.

"Isaiah, wait. I was wondering something," she asked with genuine concern. A thought had been plaguing her mind since tea. She hadn't wanted to make Tommy's cousin self conscious asking about his obvious limp, but she couldn't reconcile it seeing that Michael was far too young to be a war veteran. "I was hoping you might know what happened to Michael's leg?"

Isaiah's eyebrow twitched with a hint of mischief and he bowed his head to whisper, "Reckon Tommy don't want you to know, but his cousin's a nutter. Blew up the wishing well in his village with dynamite when he was a boy and got caught in the explosion."

Mrs. Shelby's hand flew to her mouth in panic. Surely the man she'd been speaking with a day earlier wasn't capable of such things. "My God," was all she could utter.

Isaiah gave a nod as guests filed past them, unaware of Mrs. Shelby's distress as he continued the grizzly tale. "That's not all. He got a taste for it after that. Set fire to the little farmhouse where he lived and the family who took him in burnt in their beds," he said, lips curling into a wicked sneer, delighted by the reaction he received.

Then he added one last threat for good measure. “Stay on his good side, Mrs. Shelby. Perhaps convince your husband to bring him back from his exile in America? Michael wasn’t pleased about that,” he said ominously.

Mrs. Shelby felt her heart racing and palms sweating as she looked around wildly for Tommy. As she spied him coming closer, she grabbed for him with trembling hands, a way to anchor herself in a sea of confusion and terror.

"There's my lovely wife," he beamed. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked seeing her ashen face.

"Can we go?" she begged, desperate to be rid of the unpleasant company. "There's something I'd like to show you," she said, holding up the key.

"Of course," Tommy replied, placing an arm securely around her waist.

"Michael's given us a wedding gift," Mrs. Shelby announced, gesturing toward a beautiful new Bentley parked in the drive. "What do you make of that?"

"It's a very nice automobile," Tommy conceded through clenched teeth, shoving his hands into his pockets hastily. "Shall we join our guests now?" he urged, turning to leave.

"Tommy, is Michael...dangerous?" his wife called to him, his foot frozen on the top stair. Before she had time to dissuade herself, she ran to him and confided everything Isaiah told her.

"People like to make up stories because Michael was away for many years, but it's nothing more than idle gossip,” he explained with a wave of his hand.

"Tommy, I must insist you take this seriously. Tell me you haven’t sent Michael to Boston to punish him. That he has no reason to quarrel with you,” his wife urged, voice bordering on hysteria.

Tommy's hands clasped her face between his large palms, icy blue irises fixating on hers in a hypnotizing stare as he promised, “Of course not, it’s only business," he swore. "Do you believe me?"

She nodded slowly, placing a hand over his. Her Tommy wouldn't lie or make false promises. She had complete faith and trust in her husband in that moment. She took his arm as he offered it out to her and walked confidently into dinner, knowing he would protect her from harm.

It would be the last time she was seen alive. The next morning as she placed the key in the ignition of her shiny new automobile, the engine suddenly exploded, tearing and twisting the metal into an unrecognizable ball of flame. As the smoke billowed up to the heavens, Tommy raced to the wreckage, finding a note on his doorstep left by his embittered cousin.

"Congratulations, Tommy. I understand why you eloped with this beautiful creature and left us all to fend for ourselves. Tell me, has she ever looked more lovely than she does now?"

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Chocolate Pie

(Michael Gray x Reader)

Summary: After running out of Ada’s house, Y/N realises she forgot her bag at Ada's house after her escape. But will Ada even be there to hand it over or will someone else open the door? In which Polly’s plan come to play.

A/N: Hi y'all! So there's still no TWs I think. This is the shorter second part because I couldn't figure out how connect them properly. More Michael in this, but again he's a bit OC probably. This is written as if he hadn't been taken by his own ambition and is still more of the farm boy he was in S2 if that makes sense! I hope y'all enjoy❤️

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Part 1

Main Masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 47 minutes.... 

It had taken 47 minutes for Y/N to get back to Ada's house despite the walk usually only taking 5 max. Really, it had taken her about 4 minutes, half a block, and a quick corner turn before remembering her forgotten items. The remaining time was spend debating if it was really worth it. Maybe her brother actually replaced the spare key under the plant? Probably not. Ada and Polly seems really busy with the cookies, Y/N shouldn't bother them any more? Damn, it didn't take two people to take cookies out of the oven. Did it? Back and forth, back and forth, Y/N's brain went. Was it better to give up today or should she suck it up and get over her embarrassment today? Who's to say? 

In the end Y/N remembered that there was still chocolate pie from last week left in the fridge. She decided that chocolate pie was a better way to fix her mortification than any meal she could get from what ever hotel she'd be staying at otherwise. A chocolate pie... all for herself. 

After she was set on getting her pie it took about three minutes to make it back to Ada's house and now Y/N was standing once again at the front steps. She did notice that, luckily, Mel's car was still gone so maybe she wouldn't have to face him again. At least so soon. Maybe one day. But after what occurred not even an hour ago "maybe one day" was far too soon......

However, the universe seemed to decide that too soon was not soon enough. And Y/N would quickly learn that when the door was opened.

"Really? It's only been like 15 minutes Ada. Just because Karl needed stitches last time I wa... You."

Michael Gray stood in Ada's door staring at the women he had been thinking of for the past couple hours. And she stared back highly debating if she should shut the door and run again.... But she still really wanted that pie.

"Keys."

"What?"

"Sorry. Hi, I forgot my bag here and it has my keys to get into my house. You wouldn't mind if I grabbed it and got out would you?" Y/N asked, slightly peering over his shoulder to look for the bag she swore she left on the couch. 

"Yeah sure, that's fine." Micheal agreed, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way. As Y/N passed him she noticed he wasn't wearing his suit jacket any more or his vest, opting for only his under shirt and trousers. He wasn't wearing any shoes either and Y/N could hear the faint sound of a tub running upstairs. If he hadn't told her otherwise earlier Y/N would have though he was getting ready for bed. 

Making their way to the couch Y/N reached down to grab her bag, ready to leave again. But for some reason her beloved pack wasn't there. Nor was it on the floor by the couch or near any of the other chairs in the living room. Which was odd because Y/N always like to put her bag in the same place every time she came over so she wouldn't forget where it was. But it wasn't there. 

"On second thought maybe it's in the kitchen I'll look there." Nope, the dark green bag wasn't in the kitchen or in the hallway or even in the bathroom that Y/N hadn't stepped foot in. It was as if it was never even at the house in the first place. Which was even more problematic because Y/N knew she had it when getting ice cream and on the way back since Karl kept playing with the straps. So where did the bag go? She'd have to ask Michael for help. Which mean she'd have to face him again.

"Hey Mel? I don't want to bother you but you haven't seen a green bag with brown straps around here have you? I can't seem to find it and I swear I had it when I came in." Y/N had decided to use the name Mel in reference to the Gray man. It made it easier to pretend what happened earlier didn't happen. Bedsides she liked the name Mel and he didn't seem to mind her using it either. 

"No I haven't seen a bag like that, but if you want I can help look." Michael had run up stairs to turn off the faucet upstairs before coming back down and placing himself in the living room. Normally, if someone he's didn't know well was in his cousin's house he'd be suspicious of them looking around and follow them. But Y/N seemed close enough to Ada it didn't seem like a problem. Besides if he followed her into the next room she might think he was a creep he supposed. After all, they had only met a few hours ago and what woman wanted a unfamiliar man filling their every step. 

Besides if he was in a different room than her, he wouldn't have to make conversation again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but Michael was slightly embarrassed about how he opened the door. He thought it was Ada and if he'd know it was her friend he'd have made sure to say something else. Something he thought was not as dumb as what he actually opened with. Something that didn't imply he'd hurt the little boy Ada's friend seemed so smitten with. In reality, it have been Karl's own fault he'd decided to slide down the stairs in a laundry bin when Michael went to the bathroom for extra padding. Okay, maybe Michael had been the one to show him HOW to do it, but he did tell the boy to wait until the floor was softer. And in the end Karl only need three stitches in the back of his head and you couldn't even see the scar! Though, the only reason Michael didn't have a scar of his own from when Ada found out is because John grabbed her around the waist and picked her off the ground before she could reach the knives. But Y/N didn't know that....hopefully. Michael though she might hate him if she figured that out, and he didn't want her that. Having only been in Small Heath for a year or two he hadn't quite caught on to his cousins' ability to sweet talk their way out of trouble. 

Michael ran a hand through his hair trying to make it look neat again, as well as his hands down his front to straighten his shirt. Would it be weird if he put on his vest again? He liked the way he looked in his vest. However, before he could decide, Y/N had called from the other room and was asking for his help. Evidently, he would have to talk to her again. Hopefully this time he wouldn't say anything dumb.

"Where did you see it last?" Michael asked coming into the kitchen where Y/N was crouched down checking under the table again.

"Well, I could have sworn it was on the couch, but now I can't find it." 

"Alright I'll help look."

And look they did. They searched the kitchen and the hallway and the living room again. Y/N checked the hall closet while Michael check the bathroom. Michael had even run upstairs and spent a few minutes in the dark rummaging around a sleeping Karl's room incase he'd snuck away with it. Their search was accomplished in silence with only a passing "not here" or "have you tried..." as the two moved locations. After 15 minutes it was evident the pack wasn't in the house. But where could it be?

The answer came a few minutes later when Y/N, searching the living room again picked up a pillow, noticed a note lying exactly where she usually put her stuff. Reading it, she groaned and rolled her head to the ceiling making a mental note to give Karl a whole chess pie next time he was over. Michael hearing the noise came into the room thinking Y/N had been hurt.

"Are you alright?"

"Here read this." Y/N passed the note to her companion, trying to ignore how his warm fingers brushed hers when taking the note. 

"Y/N. I noticed you left your bag, but Polly is persistent that we leave now. Since it has your house keys, Polly and I are going to drop it off at your house on our way over. If you aren't there yet we'll give it you on our way back. Love, Ada. P.S. Michael- Be more than an ass.," Michael read aloud getting more confused as the letter went on. 

If Ada and Polly planned on dropping the bag off at Y/N's place then why would the leave a note here? And since Y/N was back here, his family had obviously made it to the club without seeing her. Now Y/N would be stuck here for a few hours unless she wanted to spend the time sitting outside her own steps. Also, he didn't understand why Ada was telling him not to be an ass. Had he already offended Y/N when they met earlier? The way Ada had worded the note was also weird, but he was more concerned about her friend not liking him. He knew by now that he liked her or at least he was more interested in knowing her than the others girls he'd met recently. She was nice and pretty and good with Karl. That was truly about the extent he knew, but that was enough for Michael to realise he wanted to know more.

Brought out of his thoughts by a head thud, Michael turned and saw Y/N, forehead against the wall mumbling to herself. He thought he caught something about "killing Ada" and stupid plan" and "chess pie"? But he wasn't sure. Did he really make such a bad impression that the idea of being in the same house as him for a few hours was concussion worthy? Shit. Moving closer to the women, he stuck out his hand and hesitantly placed it in her shoulder. He began to speak to her as one would a scared child or dog. If she really was anything like his cousin, she'd be more likely to attack when frustrated. He didn't want the woman do dislike him more be believed than she already did.

"Hey Y/N. You alright? I know this isn't what you had planned tonight. You can stay here and make yourself comfortable until Ada gets back. I'm sure she had a few books you can look though. I can go upstairs if you don't want me around."

Y/N's head came up from the wall and she turned to meet his eyes. His hand didn't leave her shoulder and she didn't make an attempt to move it. Nor did he. Taking a breath and deciding to take a chance Y/N gathered her courage again.

"I'm alright," she laughed nervously trying to blow off her nerves," I just wasn't expecting all this to happen and it's fine now. And thanks for letting me stay here. I don't really want to sit on my steps in the dark for a few hours waiting. Especially if it may rain. And you can stay down here if you want. It's not a bother at all. It was nice talking earlier." The last part was slightly mumbled, but still heard by the young man who suddenly felt a weight lift from his shoulders and he smiled. A full smile this time not just half one like he'd given her earlier. So she didn't hate him. That was good. Michael was still slightly curious to why she decided to face plant anyway, but he could ask that later. 

"Alright then why don't we head to the kitchen then darling? I think Ada made some cookies earlier with my mum we can have. There's a bottle of whiskey there too. Then we can go to the living room, it'll probably be the best place to be is Karl wakes up," Michael commented, testing the waters with the endearment while also praying the Karl would absolutely not wake up until morning. Then pushing his luck farther he stuck out his arm jokingly towards Y/N.

"Shall we?" 

The woman laughed, this time it wasn't caused by nerves, 

"Stealing and Drinking? Why yes I think we shall," she replied taking his arm. 

And with that they headed towards the living room. Though they both came from different backgrounds and different routines, in the end they were both the same thing. Two young people as eager as they were nervous to know more about the other.... 

...

"Oh by the way. Mel, why didn't you go out to the club with Ada and your Mum? I thought you were going with them tonight and your car's gone?"

"Apparently I don't have the tits for it."

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 13

Well hi *I wave sheepishly from behind the computer screen*

Let me start by saying I am so so sorry that the conclusion of this story took so long - I have barely been writing for a really long time. 

But this story and doing it justice has always been in the back of my mind, and I finally got myself to finish it for all of you who have been so loyal and patient.

Here is the final Chapter of You Used To Love Me.

All my love, I hope you enjoy x 

Besides the obvious shock at seeing him at such a fucking inopportune time, his presence sends an immediate chill down my spine. 

I have to physically close my eyes to try and rid my mind of the thoughts and flashbacks to the other night, when he kissed me. When we kissed each other. 

The room collectively falls silent. No one tries to stutter over their words. No one tries to save the moment with some excuse. Just pure silence. All of us processing what has just unfolded. That is until Gina finally speaks. 

“Well, I guess the gig is up” she says, almost laughing. 

I don’t even look at her. My eyes are just glued to Michael. I watch his face contort into 100 different shades of confusion. 

When no one else speaks, when nothing is elaborated, he looks back and forth between all of us, searching desperately for an answer. 

“Izzy?” He says my name, his tone just begging me for an answer. 

“This isn’t on her…” Gina begins, standing up slowly from the floor and straightening her dress “I’m pregnant, Michael” 

And just like that, the bomb is dropped. But that’s not even the worst of it. My heart aches inside my chest, knowing that it’s about to get so much worse for Michael. 

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the air in the room grows heavier. 

My whole body tenses at I wait to see Michael’s reaction. 

He doesn’t know it’s not his yet. 

He runs his eyes over her, covering his mouth in shock when he finally notices the small baby bump just beginning to show through her dress. 

“Oh my god” he runs a hand through his hair, his hands trembling.

He doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head in disbelief. No excitement. No joy at the thought of having his own child. And that says it all. He isn’t happy. This is not the life he wanted for himself. 

Part of me want’s to tell him about Gina’s infidelity. To tell him that he is not having a child. That he is not going to be stuck raising a child with a woman he doesn’t love. But before I can even find the words, his head stops shaking and his brows furrow. Like a lightbulb switched on in his mind. Like something clicked. It’s like I can see him mind doing back flips as he realises that something doesn’t add up. 

He looks back up at Gina, who is chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She is also waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Like she said, Michael is smart. It won’t be long before it dawns on him, and I know she does not want that moment to unfold before all of us, here in this room. 

“I would like a moment alone with my husband” Gina says quickly, as she looks over at Polly and I. She knows Michael is starting to catch on to what he knows deep down inside. This is not his baby. 

I take her queue to leave immediately, reaching for Polly’s hand. “Come on Pol, let’s go make some tea yeah?” I say, locking eyes with her and nodding towards the doorway. 

Polly’s catches on, and she takes my hand as we both make our way out of the room. As we exit I quickly glance back over my shoulder to find Michael looking at me gravely, before Gina closes the door behind us.

Polly and I walk downstairs and into the kitchen in complete silence. I start making tea, but Polly touches my arm.

“This is not a time for tea… I’ll get the whisky”

I nod. I’m like a soldier with shell shock. I can barely speak. I can barely move as I lower my body stiffly into a chair at the dining table. 

I’m straining with all my might to hear the conversation going on upstairs between Gina and Michael, but it’s eerily quiet. 

I know what she is telling him now is being said in hushed voices. 

Polly slides a hefty glass of Whiskey in my direction, and tasting the bitter drink is the only thing that brings me out of my frozen trance. 

“Michael’s not going to be a father” she says out of the blue, with her face all knowing, as though she has read the room and understands the situation. 

“No” I affirm her suspicions, although she already knows without me needing to “No he’s not” 

“One day” Polly responds, holding eye contact with me.

I’ve always known Polly has senses. Everyone in the Shelby family knows. Hell, everyone in fucking town knows. She see’s things. Feels them. She know’s Michael will one day be a father. I’m not psychic and even I knew that. He has a way with children. He’s wonderful with them. And in this moment, I know exactly who she thinks he will be having children with. I know what she’s insinuating. 

I almost jump straight out of my seat when I few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming down the staircase. 

I quickly sink the rest of my whiskey, as Gina and Michael enter the dining room. 

“I’m taking Gina to the hospital, I’ll be back later. Tell Tommy we have to reschedule our meeting to another day” 

Michael is holding his cap in his hands, gripping it so tight that his knuckles have gone white. But they’re not as white as his face. I can’t tell if he looks like he’s seen a ghost, or if he is the ghost. 

Gina looks down at the floor, then up at the ceiling. Basically anywhere but at our faces. 

Polly nods, knowing that now is not the time to have words with either of them. I’m actually impressed with how civil she is being towards Gina in this moment. In light of the severity of the situation. 

Michael ushers Gina out the front door, and moments later the cars wheels turn on the gravel and make their way out of the street. 

Polly and I sit in silence, drinking for a little bit longer, until everything catches up with me. The whiskey, the sleeplessness, the bomb that was just dropped. 

Without saying much, Polly and I hug goodbye. She holds on a little longer than usual, and before we depart she gives me a knowing smile. 

I know what she’s thinking. I know she can tell something happened between Michael and I.

But I can’t let my brain run off with the possibilities. I don’t know what is going to happen between us. 

Even with Gina now possibly out of the picture, there’s a lot that has gone on between Michael and I. I still carry the pain, nursing it in my arms every day since he left for America, and came back with another woman. I don’t know what he could ever say to fix that.

And then there’s the possibility that he stays with her, despite the news. Which might just send me over the edge. Truly into a place of no return.

I wander the streets in the short walk back to my apartment, where I pour myself another drink when I arrive. 

I don’t know why, but I sit by the window. Waiting, I guess. Hoping that he might show up. Maybe even part of me is hoping that he doesn’t. But still, I can’t pull myself away. 

I have so many errands, so many jobs to do. But I can’t move on. I spend the rest of the day worrying about him. Picturing him at the hospital, sitting by Gina’s bedside. Supporting her on what might be the worst day of this life thus far. I picture his face when he found out she was pregnant. The horror and fear that he was trying to disguise. 

He didn’t have the glow of someone who just found out their wife is having a baby. 

By the time night falls, and dusk gives way, I have bitten my nails down to the quick without even noticing. 

Feeling horrid and heavy with anxiety, I decide to drag my sleep deprived body into the shower. It’s a peaceful moment, and I start to feel like I could finally settle into bed when someone knocks at my door as I’m getting changed into my night gown.

I catch myself in the mirror for a moment, willing myself to be strong, because I already know who it is standing at my door without even having to open it. 

As I make my way to my visitor, I run over 100 speeches that I have planned in my head. But once I grab that handle and pull it open, the chatter in my head falls silent. 

Michael Grey. 

He stands in the door way, a look of relief washing over his face as though he didn’t think I would actually answer him. 

Of course I would. 

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling deeply, but the words never follow. With this much history between two people, it’s impossible to know where to begin.

He looks like he’s been to hell and back. 

“Sorry” he stammers, snapping himself out of his trance “Your door was unlocked, but I didn’t want to just walk in-”

“It’s always been unlocked” I breathe, knowing that I’ve kept a lot of parts of me unlocked, incase there was a moment where Michael Grey decided to wander back in. Just like he has right now. 

He nods, understanding what I meant immediately.

“Can I come in?” He begins “I can go if you want, I just…”

He looks so small in this moment. He’s the most timid and sheepish I have ever seen him.

“Of course” I nod, stepping aside to let him in.

We move about my apartment in silence, as we both take a seat at my dining table. When he does, he places his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands. 

Without even needing to ask, I pour us both a drink.

“I figured if I need one of these you probably do too”

I looks up at me gratefully as I place the glass in front of him and he takes a swig. 

“How is she?” I ask, nervous to actually address the situation at hand. But I know there’s no way around it. We’re not going to talk about the fucking weather. 

“They’re uh, they’re going to keep her overnight until she’s got her hydration back”

There’s silence for a moment before he continues, and he looks as if he’s not able to believe what he’s about to say.  

“Then she’s going home”

My heart jumps and skips over a few beats, making me feel unsteady as I realise what he just said.

Gina is leaving. 

“We’re done” he says, and I suddenly take note of the fact that he’s not wearing his wedding ring. 

“Michael I’m sorry-” I begin, but falter when it comes to finishing my sentence.

I am sorry. But the truth is that I’m fucking relieved. Relieved for Michael. Relieved for myself. Relieved that I don’t have to watch him raise a child with someone else right in front of my eyes when it was supposed to be me. 

“It’s okay” he nods “Her and I we weren’t… I didn’t love her Izzy” 

I knew this whole time. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to scream it at him. I want to ask what possessed him to act that way for so long. 

I want to ask him who he loves. I want to ask him if it’s still me. 

“It still hurts though” I say instead, trying to keep my wits about me. And that is the truth. He is still in pain. 

“Yeah well I had that coming didn’t I” he almost laughs to himself, shaking his head. 

He looks up at me, bearing himself. He knows what he did was wrong. And he knows as far as karma goes, he was now getting his. 

“I’ve done so many things wrong… Everything got so out of control Iz” I notice his knee is bouncing rapidly beneath the table. 

I hold my breath, so much so that I begin to feel light headed and my chest begins to burn.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to” he says once he notices my speechlessness, “I just owe you an explanation. I owe you that much” 

I nod, giving him the go ahead. The green light of redemption. 

We’re on the edge of the moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for for months. 

“You know I don’t even know why you let me in, you’re always so kind, so good. Too fucking good. After everything” 

His chest rises and falls beneath his shirt and vest, growing faster with every second as he gets himself more and more worked up over the train wreck of his life. 

“You know I can’t get the look on your face out of my head, from the day that you saw me and Gina. The day I came back and told you to leave me alone. It fucking haunts me Izzy. Because I didn’t want it. But when you’re in too deep…” He shakes his head, as his words just keep pouring out frantically “I thought it was the only way… the only way to deal with what I had done. I couldn’t even look at Gina. I couldn’t even touch her. So I thought if I forgot about you, that I could move on”

“Did you?” Are the only words I can utter, as the lump in my throat swells, almost cutting off my voice completely. 

“Never. Fucking never” 

I had built this moment up in my head for so long. 

What I would say to him. 

How I would teach him a lesson. 

How I would show him what he had done to me. 

That he can’t get away with doing that to a person.

I had rehearsed how I would make him get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

Make him explain himself until he was blue in the face.

Until I was satisfied. 

I wait for that feeling to come, the rage, but it never does.

Instead, I stay silent as he takes a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes are welling up, threatening to spill over as he continues to explain.

“I lost my way over there. I was losing my fucking mind without you. I got drunk, Gina was forceful. One thing led to another and I woke up next to her one morning. Then I couldn’t get rid of her. I was doing business with her family, and it’s like she saw something she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. That’s when I stopped contact with you… I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. To face what I had done”

The first tear falls onto his freckled cheeks, but he wipes it quickly. 

“I was going to cut her off before I came back home, but she threatened that she would cut off the deal between Shelby Limited and her Uncles if I left her. She threatened fucking horrible things to the people I loved Izzy, you have no idea” His voice is panicked as he recalls every last detail, and I can see the flashbacks taking their toll on him. 

“Her family and her people, they’re something we’ve never dealt with before…She begged me to let her come with me. I was in way over my fucking head. And so I had to pretend. I didn’t want her to sink her claws into you too. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I didn’t want you involved. So I had to pretend like I fucking hated you when all I wanted was to come crawling home to you”

By now, one tear had led to another, and he was no longer wiping them away. His eyes red, his cheeks drowning. 

Unable to keep swallowing the lump in my own throat, I abandon all control over my own emotions, and my own eyes spill over with tears. 

“You could have told me” my voice scrapes out of my throat “You could have told me what was happening”

He shakes his head “I wanted to protect you, and I had to break you in order to do that. And I’m so fucking sorry” 

The feeling comes again, where I’m certain I should be screaming at him right now. Cursing him for everything he put me through. 

But I can’t. After all this time, after everything. I just can’t. 

I still love him. 

My small, shaking hand glides across the top of the dining table, and lays gently over the top of his. 

Of course it did. We’re like magnets, him and I. We’ve never been able to keep away from each other. 

My touch has an immediate effect on him, as his breathing begins to calm.

But in an unexpected turn, he holds my hand and brings it up to his lips. His eyes close as he places a kiss on the back of my hand, and then another one on the soft, sensitive skin of my inner wrist. 

This is something we used to do all the time, and right now, it’s like he doesn’t realise what he’s doing. Muscle memory takes over. 

“You’re fucking stupid Michael Grey” I sniffle “I should hate you. I should fucking hate you” 

“Do you?” He asks, still holding onto my hand like it’s his only lifeline. 

I stare back at him for a moment, before I feel my head start to shake in response.

“Never” 

I feel a pull on my arm, as I realise he’s pulling my closer to him. 

And I don’t resist. 

Our bodies creep closer, slowly then all at once as we collide. His arms wrap around me fiercely, engulfing me. My arms wrap around his torso, and I make no mistakes about holding him tight. 

It’s almost crushing, suffocating, the way we are clinging onto one another. 

I can’t breathe, or cry, or laugh. I can’t move. And I don’t want to. 

His hand holds the back of my head, and I bury it into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so sorry” he apologises, his voice muffled as his face presses into my skin “I’m so fucking sorry” 

I could have stayed like that forever, but he pulls back holding my face in his hands as he looks down at me.

“I love you” he begins, his breath tickling my face “I don’t know if that’s okay with you, but I still love you. Izzy. I never stopped” 

I look up at him, our breaths slowing and steadying, until we’re breathing in synchronicity. 

“I still love you the same as the day I met you” I shake my head, but I can feel the smallest of smiles begin to creep onto my lips “I love you Michael” 

“Yeah?” He asks one more time, as if he doesn’t believe it yet. 

“Yes, you fucking idiot” I exhale a laugh, unable to stop the smile now “I love you”

He beams back down at me, his head lowering until his lips meet mine. 

He’s slow, this time. Unsure. Gentle. As if this moment might fall away and escape him if he makes one wrong move. 

But I can’t hold back any longer. 

I kiss him back, pressing my body even harder against his, which I hadn’t thought was possible. 

I expect a ravenous kiss to follow, for clothes to start falling off our bodies and to gravitate our way towards my bedroom.

But after he returns a tender kiss, he pulls away. 

“Wait” he breathes

“You okay?” I pant, biting down on my lip. 

“Can we wait…” he whispers nervously “I don’t want you to think this is all I want. I just want to talk to you. Stay up all night talking like we used to. God I missed you so much”

My chest warms up, as I realise he really means it. That he doesn’t want me to get the wrong impression. That he missed my body, but more than that, he missed me. 

“Of course” I coo “I would like that” 

He presses his lips to mine one last time, then plants a few soft kisses across my nose and cheeks. Just like he used to. 

We lead each other to the bedroom, and flop down next to each other, taking in the days events. And how the hell we ended up here. 

It doesn’t take long for the conversation to start, as we turn to face each other. 

He caresses my face the whole time, stroking my cheek with his thumb gently. 

It’s all so familiar, and right now in our little bubble, it’s like no time has passed between us at all. Like no hearts were ever broken. 

We talk for hours, neither of us ever feeling tired for a moment. We laugh, getting carried away and wrapped up in each others. Sometimes we cry. He apologises more times than I can keep count. We hold each other. Sometimes I want to ask him to pinch me, to make sure I’m not still concussed from earlier in the week and imagining all of this. That I’m not going to wake up and realise it wasn’t real. That he won’t be taken away from me again. 

We talk about how things used to be.

We talk about the future.

Eventually at some point in the early hours of the morning, once our voices are tired and we can’t keep our eyes open any longer, we fall asleep. 

When I wake, I’m alone, but next to me I can see the indent of where Michael had been next to me the night before.

My heart starts to race as I become more aware.

He’s left. He’s gone again. 

I’m almost carried away into a full panic attack, when something snaps me out of it. The sound of the radio coming from somewhere in the house.

Wondering if someone is here, or if I just left it on, I wrap myself in a robe and make my way into the heart of my apartment. 

And there he is. 

Fixing up breakfast, still in his clothes from the night before. Humming along to the radio. 

He doesn’t even realise I’m there for a few moments, and I’m glad I have some time to process this all to myself.

I had thought I’d never see this scene again. Maybe in my memories, but never in real life. 

Michael, in my kitchen, making us breakfast on a cold morning. 

My chest floods with warmth.

I didn’t realise how I felt like I had been holding my breath up until this moment, and how now I can finally exhale. 

“Morning” he greets me when I he catches me standing there out of the corner of his eye “Sorry, I just thought I’d make you some breakfast, or at least coffee” 

“Thank you” I smile, as I force myself to hurry up and adjust to the moment. 

“You still like your eggs the same?”

“Absolutely” I smile, endeared by him asking. 

He holds out a hand, and I take it, as he reels me in towards his body. 

“If this is too much just tell me” he says softly, checking in with where I’m at right now “Is this okay?” 

I can tell he’s still unsure. Unsure of whether I’m going to tell him to leave. To get out. That the mistakes are unforgivable and that we can never get it back. 

But the truth, that I can feel in my core, is that what we had never really left. 

I run a hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes briefly, taking in the sensation. 

“I think so” I nod, and he perks up, his eyes look hopeful and bright again “I thought you had left” I admit, revealing why I looked so startled just now.

“No chance” he shakes his head “I’m here. I’m yours”

And I believe him.

It’s a pivotal moment.

Standing on the edge and letting yourself jump. 

I know it will take time. And I know he will work every day to prove it to me. 

But I choose to trust him.

In whatever way that means right now.

I am his.

I always have been. And I always will.

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Living with Michael Gray

Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, heavy angst, references to Gina Gray, dr-g ab-se, depression, spoilers for season 5, infidelity, and period-typical sexism.

Domestic Michael Headcanons

Michael likes to move forward and that reflects strongly in the luxurious apartment he buys for you. He’s one who probably drew up the blueprints for the interior’s design. If he were to buy a home in a suburb (never the country), he would likely draw up the blueprints for that home too. Everything in his home is violently modern, on the cutting-edge of what new money can afford. However, in the midst of architectural perfection and hard angles of the Art Deco movement, there’s something missing. Michael. He has a beautiful home that looks exactly as he wanted it to, but it doesn’t represent him. This home has no soul. It is as hollow as the mask he wears.

Be prepared to go through phases of rarely seeing Michael at all. Michael has a very poor sense of work-life balance. When times are rough, Michael will take his puff of snow and bury himself into his work for most of the day. He’s likely to wake you up at some odd hour of the morning when he drops into bed, still half-dressed and on top of the covers. You can rub his back and try to tell him he’s working himself to death, he will not listen. Michael works like he’s running out of time. Like every second he rests is costing him a vital opportunity. He can be very jumpy, and moody, but it’s mostly the coke. It makes you happy to see him go to work. Then, you just get sad. 

When business is going well, Michael is at your side as a constant. Unless, of course, he’s still married to Gina. In that case, he might be lying to Gina about work being rough so that he can be with you as much as possible. Now that you think of it, was work ‘rough,’ last week, or was he just with Gina that whole time? If Michael is still with Gina in your world, you may never really know. 

When Michael is with you it can be hard to keep a straight head. The days where Michael is home, all his focus is on you. It’s addicting. His eyes follow you as he takes a drag of his cigarette, tracing the zipper of your gown as if to will it down. He likes to come up behind you as you undress for bed and nuzzle your throat, hands gripping your hips to pull you into him. His touch, his soft words, his promises of more wealth to come, it makes you forget all the ugly that comes with this beautiful life. 

Relationship Headcanons

Whether he stays in England or goes elsewhere, you always get the feeling Michael is lonely. Even with your arms around his neck, he gets this far-off look in his eye. You suspect it has to do with his family. He won’t tell you until you’ve caught him with a tear on his cheek and his mother’s photo on his desk. Michael hates to express regret or sadness, so it takes him some time to really let that out around you. If he does, he’s yours forever. You’ll be years into your marriage before he starts to talk to you about his adoptive family or his life in that little village he ran away from. He likes to say that he doesn’t think about it much, “Because it feels like it happened to someone else,” but you don’t believe him. 

In order to marry and have children, this will need to be a world where you meet Michael before Gina Nelson ever sees him. Because once he’s married, it would take a significant event for him to ever leave her. Love on its own cannot sway him. And Gina won’t let him go without a fight, even if she doesn’t like him anymore. 

So, you marry Michael. Not much will change in your life together until you fall pregnant, and it’s a positive change. Michael may be a work-obsessed man with a loose grasp on his own identity, but fatherhood is very stabilizing for him. He has a legacy to protect now. Someone who will depend on him and look up to him. It’s added pressure, but Michael can’t be happy without something to solve. Michael is very hands-on as a father, but only when it’s just you and him. He defers to you or the nanny to care after your children if there’s company around. That pesky masculine pride of his won’t let him look soft in front of other men. 

Until you have fully broken through his defenses, Michael will have frequent cycles of being “hot and cold.” There are days where he can’t take his hands off of you, lips attacking your neck and chest, buttons from your shirt clattering to the floor. He holds you like he’ll fall through the floor if he lets go. Michael will decorate you in fancy gifts like you’re a goddess and he’s your most devout worshipper. Then, weeks later, you may as well be invisible. If he’s home, he’s only there long enough to change his clothes and place a phone call. Might forget to even say goodbye as he rushes out to build a greater fortune. Michael will rush about the house without glancing your way or answering your questions with more than two words. Push him hard enough and he might say something he regrets. 

When Michael is calm, and sober, he’s a soothing person to be around. You can vent to him about your problems for hours and he’ll just listen. Michael is smart, and he’s educated, so you can talk about most subjects and have an invested conversation partner. Michael has no problem with debating politics with you or expressing his opinions. It’s when the topic becomes him, his family, or his feelings that things get difficult. He won’t press you about how you’re feeling. Isn’t the sort of person to dig into your private affairs. As long as you aren’t endangering yourself or the children, he will let you have your own world. Depending on who you are, this might be very refreshing… or you might feel very alone. 

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! Could you please write a nsfw sub!Michael Gray x fem!Reader?

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting!!! I'm realizing I may have misunderstood this request - this is a Dom fem/sub Michael - hope that's alright. It was really hard for me to write but there was a scene that struck me from Goodfellas... So credit to that for the inspo.

Warnings: reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending. All around good time - kinda dark tho at the beginning. Also don't try this at home - holding your partner at gun point seems like a peaky blinders universe mood that should not be recreated in real life. NSFW

You kept a close eye on your boyfriend. Maybe it was a product of your past, maybe you just knew that he had something darker in him…. 

You were close with Polly, and being close with Polly meant you heard a lot about what Tommy dragged those boys into. Personally, you didn't mind. As long as everyone listened and played their part the family would come out on top. You had a lot of respect for Tommy, and he seemed to reciprocate. Occasionally the odd task would fall into your lap and you always made sure you followed through exactly how he wanted you to. 

Simple as that. Did you like the guy? You didn't know, but you certainly had no reason to hate him. Everything you had was a product of his choices. 

Best not to bite the hand that fed you. 

Michael, as much as you fucking loved him did not always understand that rule. He was strong, hot-headed, and ambitious. Things you found very attractive when aimed in the right direction. You could tell he was on the wrong set of tracks long before you found all the opium hidden in the back of the pantry. 

You knew Tommy put out a city-wide ban on the stuff once Arthur started going off the deep end.

Fuck. 

This left you with two options - handle things by yourself or call Thomas and leave it in his more than capable hands… The thought of Michael getting hurt made your stomach turn painfully. No matter how bad he seemed to screw up you would never put him in harm's way.

Or would you? 

You took a shower and thought through your options. While following your nighttime routine you eventually settled on a direct professional confrontation. It was business after all. 

Sitting in your house coat, dressed down to nothing but hair curlers and face cream you sipped your tea. Waiting for him to come home. 

Lots of things occurred to you during the early hours of the morning. You never realized he came home this late. Something that was going to have to change. 

Wanting some type of assurance you phoned Arrow house. 

“Shelby.” Tommy's rough voice answered. You could feel the exhaustion rolling off of him despite not being able to see him. 

“Hello, Tommy. I hate to bother you at this hour, but is there a reason Michael’s not home.” 

“Not one of my doing.” He answered curtly.

“Ah, thanks. Have a good night.” You said sweetly. 

“You as well” 

You hung up the phone fuming. Lighting a cigarette you made another cup of tea. 

Eventually, you hear him parking the car out by the road. You switched off the light and sat in darkness as he made his way up to bed. The house settled and your heart gave a painful sensation as his lack of awareness of your absence. 

How could you have thought everything was fine between you? How stupid could you be? You took a few breaths and centered yourself the best you could before going upstairs to start your interrogation. 

You grabbed the handgun out of the entryway table and moved up the stairs quietly. You opened the door to your bedroom, lights off, and he was on his side of the bed. 

You carefully crawled over and turned on the light, straddling his fit body in the process. 

“There’s my girl.” He mumbled. Once his eyes focused on the gun his composure changed. You were happy to see him take you seriously for once. 

“Where the fuck were you.” You asked calmly pointing the unloaded gun at his forehead. 

“Drinking - The garrison - The boys were there with me the whole night. Just drinking and cards. Come on babe. ‘Never lie to you.” This seemed plausible, It was a Friday night. “You go out and drink with the girls on Fridays. I thought you were spendin’ the night” He looked honest. But most people did when there was a gun at their head. 

“I’m going to call the boys in the morning. Every single one - and I swear if they mention a girl. I’ll fucking kill you.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. This was a hurt that was well hidden in your chest. You knew some of the guys fucked around on the side, it was something you were too afraid to confront until it slipped out into the open. 

“No, baby. No girls, just you.” His hands ran up your thighs and you felt your body start to shift your priorities around. You started strong, now you just needed to know about the opium. 

“Why is my pantry stuffed with opium.” You clicked the safety on the gun and his eyes widened. 

“-Fuck Woman. Jesus, just calm down  -” 

“Michael.” You said sternly. 

“It’s Tommy’s. It's not for ‘round here. It's the last of the stuff he has to get rid of.” 

“Why is it in my pantry.” 

“He’s got to keep it from Arthur. He just got back with Linda - don’t want him near it.” 

“Why isn't it with John?” 

“With Esme and 6 kids in the house?” 

“Esme doesn't mess with that stuff” You felt insulted he would suggest such a thing of one of your closest friends. 

“Not saying she does - but there’s no way in hell she’d have it anywhere near those bloody kids.” That checked out - they were devilish bastards. You adored them but if you had any secretes or well-hidden things they’d find em. 

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You demanded. 

“I- I honestly didn't think you’d care this much.” For a moment he looked like the boy you’d met him as. From a good family, soft, sweet. 

“Promise me.” 

“I promise. No secrets.” His long fingers had trailed up your nightgown to the tops of your thighs. Fucking man kept you up all god damn night. 

“Don’t stay out this late unless you tell me. I worry.” 

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He knew the battle was almost won. His fingers brushed your pubic bone and you felt your body begin to betray you. You had been hurting over him for a long time, now that you had his attention your body was willing to toss it away for a moment of affection. No way you were letting him take you that easy. 

You ground down against his cotton shorts, feeling his own hard arousal. 

“That’s it, baby - here.” He slowly brought his hand up to grab the gun. You weren't ready to give up this power, for once in your life you wanted to take something from him. You pushed the end of the gun to his forehead. 

“Take your pants off.” You said quietly, and he groaned in both frustration and arousal. He shuffled a bit beneath you pulling down his boxers. Realization hit that having sex with someone by gunpoint was most certainly not something you approved of you decided to put the gun down. 

“I’m going to put the gun on the nightstand.” You said while pinning him down with your eye contact. You knew as soon as it was down he was going to roll you over and take charge. You placed it down on the stained wood top and felt him shift. Instinctively your hand came up and closed around his neck the best it could. He went limp letting out an impressive moan. 

“Fuckin’ hell where’s this been hidden the whole time? Eh?” He looked like he was in pain, but your hand was only resting on his neck. 

Using your other hand you reached between your legs, you would have made a drawn-out show of getting yourself ready. But the mess between your legs was embarrassing, especially given how it arrived there. Maybe there was something dark and shadowy inside yourself, maybe that’s why you and him were together. 

You ran your fingers along his hard cock. Felt the throbbing of his silky skin, and enjoyed the way it made him pant. The urge to stay here and tease him for hours ran through your mind but the burning sensation in your core told you to save it for another time. You gripped him tightly enjoying the change in his features. You ran the head of his cock through your folds covering him in your hot mess. 

“Please - just” He started tightening his grip on your hips as if you throw you over. You squeezed his throat lightly asserting yourself. “FUuuuuuck” 

You took that as an invitation to take what you wanted. You seated yourself down on his cock quickly and enjoyed the delicious noise he made when you bottomed out. You’d never been on top before but on shaky legs, you finally found a rhythm that worked for you. It was extremely different, the angle hit you in a way that made your whole body want to seize up after just a few strokes. 

You took your time enjoying the way the pressure built inside your body, eventually, you knew that he was close. His greed took over as he pulled your hips down and held you in place thrusting violently inside you. This only pushed you over the edge faster. Your whole body seized up and you let out a sharp cry as you came around him.  

Opening your eyes you saw the sweat on his brow and the fever in his dark eyes. He was just on the edge as you were a lot of the time. But you had already gotten what you‘d come up here for. Questions answered and your body satisfied you got up off of him and narrowly escaped his grip pulling you back onto the bed. 

“Get over here -” He snarled. 

“Don’t ever cross me again” You pushed your face into his as you said it glaring at him with a rage unthought of for someone so small. He backed down as you walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

Pulling a cigarette out of the vanity drawer you lit it while sitting down on the toilet. Your mind was racing over what had just happened. 

“It wasn't even loaded for fucksakes” He muttered.. After washing up you came back to bed expecting to be met with consequences. You knew what you did was messed up, and you felt the hot feeling of shame start to boil in the pit of your stomach. 

Getting in on your side of the bed you felt his arms wrap around your smaller frame. 

“Did you get that out of those books you read or…” He whispered into your hair. 

“No, I was just that angry….. Angry because I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?” 

“You going up against Thomas.” 

“He’s going to get old eventually” 

“Then do right by him and inherit things the right way.” You said sternly. 

“That’s what you want then?” He asked seriously. 

“I Love this family Michael. A lot. Please don't do anything to mess that up.” 

“Well, you’ve got a reputation now. Don’t have much choice other than to keep you happy.” 

You made a noise of offense and felt the vibrations in his chest as he let out a laugh. 

“You're so easy to bother.” He chuckled. “Any time you want to bring a not loaded gun to bed I won’t complain. See what I have to do to earn my finish” 

His words surprised you. How on earth could someone so dominating, assertive, angry, and stubborn, enjoy letting you effectively assault him? 

“I feel horrible.” You mumbled. 

“Look at me.” He said firmly his arms helping you turn over to face him. You looked into his eyes illuminated by the street light outside your window. “If I wanted you off of me I would have grabbed these little, dainty, wrists.” One of his large hands easily wrapped around your wrists in an iron grip. “And moved the gun away rolling you over love.” 

“Still I should have trusted that you had an explanation. I just-” 

“Hush - none of that. I’ve clearly been neglecting certain duties. Let's let sleeping dogs lie.” He pulled you back into his arms and you enjoyed the tight embrace. 

“I’d never actually hurt you” You whispered as sleep started to take you.

“I know, I love you too.” He said softly.

"Also Michael?" You remembered something else you wanted to negotiate.

"Yes, love." He sighed pulling you a little tighter.

"Shave that bloody mustache." You said as sternly as you could manage while being half asleep.

"Oh piss off." He grumbled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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GOODFELLAS:

This is the scene I was thinking of. I have such a love-hate relationship with this movie. I thought it fit and hope you enjoyed it!!!!

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[lilahisntsadanymore]

The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Michael Gray x reader

Words count: 3.2k

Tw: swearing, mentions of violence, lightly implied sexual intercourse

I see this happening somewhere in season 2 or 3, but it doesn't contain any scenes from the show.

Y/d/n - your dad's name

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Problematic Sweethearts

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A loud thud of the door sounded through the Shelby betting shop. Tommy walked in angrily, it could be sensed by his steps. He stopped by the table in the middle of the room, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the family was very busy that day. Nobody paid attention to Tommy until he furiously hit the wooden surface with his bare fist.

"Fuck!"

John shifted his gaze from the chalkboard he was standing by to his brother. "What have you done this time?"

There were many options. Most things Tommy did brought trouble to the family. But this time it wasn't his fault.

"Not me, the Lovells." Thomas replied. "They stole a horse of mine."

Well, not entirely his fault, but at some point he could have prevented that by either stopping the conflict or not starting it in the first place.

It started when another pub opened nearby The Garrison. The Shelbys were afraid it might steal their clients, so Tommy's idea was to start spreading lies about the other pub to make people not wanna go there.

It worked. And when the owner of the new pub found out about it, he immediately traced it to the Shelbys. In that moment, a war started. Lovells fired back with sabotaging Shelbys' betting business (this one didn't really work, noticing how much work they still had) and then the Shelbys fired back with another 'brilliant' idea and now it was getting more dangerous.

Everyone in Small Heath, or maybe even in the whole Birmingham, knew how important horses were to Tommy Shelby. The Lovells knew that stealing his horse was going to hurt.

"So we're gonna go cut them now, yeah?" John asked, putting his hat on and walking to the door. He was being serious.

"John," Esme spoke, causing her husband to stop in his tracks, "quit being so rash, it could get you killed one day."

Polly would hate to admit that, but in this moment she thought Esme was right. Nothing else needed to be added, although John protested.

"I'm sick of them fucking with us," he gnarled through his teeth, "we have to do something to stop this."

"Cutting them clearly won't help then!"

The small dispute between John and his wife was interrupted by Michael entering the betting shop. He had a grin on his face. Others noticed that there was something dodgy about him lately.

"Morning everyone." Michael's enthusiastic voice said. He didn't sense the tense atmosphere.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you, eh?"

Michael chuckled and shook his head. "What do you mean?" Looking at everyone's faces, he finally noticed something's off. "What's up with you lot?"

"The Lovells stole a horse from Tommy's stable." Polly told him.

The taut atmosphere was ripped to shreds by laughter coming from Finn and Isaiah. At first, they were whispering to each other, but eventually they couldn't keep quiet.

Everyone's eyes were turned to the two youngest peaky blinders. They couldn't understand what's so funny about that situation.

"What're you two laughing at?" Polly asked.

The boys tried to put on straight, serious faces. They gave each other a look, deciding which one should do the explaining.

"It's just amusing," Finn was the one to speak, "how you are all so caught up with that little war between us and the Lovells, while Michael just sneaks out to shag Y/n from time to time."

Now all heads turned to Michael as he shot Finn a death stare. He didn't know anyone knew about his small affair with Y/d/n Lovell's daughter. It was supposed to be a secret, because otherwise some people could get hurt. Some people, including Michael himself.

" Y/n Lovell? Is that true?" Polly asked.

The question was targeted at Michael, but he didn't manage to say anything before Isaiah spoke.

"We're pretty sure he was so jolly when he walked in there, because he had just seen her."

A loud sigh escaped Tommy's mouth. "Michael, you know what our situation currently looks like. Why are you so irresponsible?"

"We started seeing each other before all this happened." Michael defended himself calmly.

"Seeing each other." Polly's quiet scoff sounded in the room as she lit up a cigarette.

"You have to stop it." Tommy continued. "We don't know her intentions, she might want to use you to investigate the whole company."

"We love each other!" Michael's eyes were looking at Thomas furiously, as if he really meant what he had just said.

"Love!" Polly emphasized dramatically. Her free hand found its way to her head to rub the temples.

"Call it whatever you want, Michael, but you're going to tell that girl that it has come to an end. As soon as possible."

"Y/n has no interest in your stupid conflict and neither do I. I won't end things with her."

"We'll make sure you do end it. But this way the ending won't be so pleasant."

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"They are so going to regret staring this war," Y/d/n chuckled as he took a sip of whiskey from his glass.

"Are we going to return it someday?" His business partner asked.

Both men were sitting in the Lovells' living room.

"Return? Are you out of your mind, Will? We are not going to return it!"

"Horses are living beings, they have emotions, they get attached to their owners..."

"That doesn't matter! That horse is now ours. It is now mine. Thomas Shelby shouldn't have started this conflict."

Y/n returned back home from a meeting with Michael exactly in time to hear the end of her father's conversation.

"What horse?" She asked. "And what does Thomas Shelby have to do with it?"

"We stole his horse. Silly threats have come to an end, now we're getting serious. If that doesn't help, we'll become handsy with his people," the man pulled out a dagger and started fidgeting with it.

"This is wrong. We came here a few months ago and the Shelbys basically run Birmingham, you should accept that."

"Are you telling me to give up? That would be an embarrassment to our family, Y/n!"

"This whole conflict is an embarrassment! You stole a man's horse to show him what exactly? It's like shooting someone in the back of his head! You were a soldier, should know what dignity is."

"Don't talk to your father about dignity," Will interrupted unnecessarily, "especially when you fraternize with the enemy."

Y/d/n looked at his business partner and then back at his daughter, who had confusion written on her face. She wondered, how and when Will found out.

Nobody was supposed to know. Y/n and Michael were always making sure nobody's following them.

"Fraternize with the enemy?" Y/d/n questioned, his nostrils flaring. "What is he talking about?"

Y/n panicked, she began stuttering and gesturing pointlessly. She wasn't prepared for this. Neither she nor Michael have ever thought of making up a spare, fake explanation in case something like this happened. And the girl wasn't very good at making up lies in seconds.

Noticing how Y/n couldn't find any words, William continued. "She's been seen with Michael Gray, a cousin to the Shelbys, Polly Gray's son."

"Were you spying on me?!" Y/n barked at Will. She never liked him and now she at least had a reason to yell at him.

"So you had been seen with that boy, you're not denying it." Y/d/n said.

"Yes, I'm not denying, because it's true. I love him and he loves me."

"Love? Please, what can you know about love? He is an enemy, you have to stop this!"

"The only thing that should be stopped is your stupid war! I will not be a part of this!"

Y/d/n squeezed his glass so hard that it broke in his hand. "Bloody hell," he cussed, "go to your room and don't even dare talking to me again without changing your mind!"

Y/n ran to her room on the same floor - the ground floor, her footsteps barely audible. It was a great skill of her - walking without making a sound.

The girl sat on her bed until late evening. She didn't cry, it wasn't a good reason to waste tears for. Instead, Y/n was making up a plan. A plan that would let her keep seeing Michael while her father thinks they are done.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by an interesting sound. Almost as if someone was knocking on her window. At first, she felt disturbed by the sound. Remembering a few books she read - this was never a good thing.

But Y/n immediately calmed down, when she saw Michael on the other side of the window.

Y/n opened the window. "What are you doing here?" She shouted in a whisper, not hiding her astonishment.

"My family found out about us," Michael informed, "they told me to break up with you."

"I was told the same. I don't wanna break up with you, we have to think of something."

"Come with me," the boy offered his hand to his girlfriend.

Y/n was hesitant. There was a voice at the back of her head saying it's a bad idea. "Where? We have nowhere to go, we have no money."

"I have some money! And a gun. I'm bad at shooting, but I'll figure it out. So, are you going?"

Y/n heard sudden footsteps. Fortunately, it was just someone walking by her door, not entering her room. She looked back at her boyfriend and took his hand, so that he could help her walk out of the window.

It was dark outside, the only source of light were lonely street lamps, many feet away from one another. Although, he lovers were still barely visible, because the light was dim.

"Where are we headed?" Y/n asked, lightly swaying her arm intertwined with Michael's arm by their hands.

"To the train station."

"And then...?"

"To the countryside."

In the morning the couple reached their destination, Michael took his girlfriend to the same village he grew up in. Of course, Y/n had no idea he was taken away from his birth mother as a young kid and Michael didn't feel like mentioning this. He just had to make sure they won't stumble across the family that adopted him.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

"Michael is gone," Polly bursted into her nephew's flat, "Tommy, Michael is gone!"

The man had just woken up, it was a very early hour. He didn't expect such sudden visit from his aunt.

"How is he gone?" Tommy asked, his voice even deeper than usual. He decided to lit up a cigarette in the order to wake himself up quicker.

"He wasn't home for the night. It is your fault! First the Lovells stole your horse and now they took my son!" The woman was furious. If it was anyone else than a member of her family, she wouldn't hesitate to cut his throat or put a bullet in his head.

Polly thought they took Michael when he went to tell Y/n this is the end of their relationship. The girl's father could have seen him and hurt him. In the worst case, Michael could be even dead. But Polly didn't want to give up at the beginning. No Shelby would ever do such thing.

And so, a sudden family meeting was called. Every Shelby gathered in The Garrison. Polly told everyone that Michael didn't come home for the night and Tommy proposed a plan. The idea was to locate where Michael could be, if alive, and then just break him out. Maybe they would even manage to get back the stolen horse as well.

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately, because it made them sure Michael is alive), the plan was greatly changed by an unexpected visit. The door of The Garrison opened, revealing Y/d/n Lovell.

"Where is my daughter?!" He yelled, looking around the pub. "How dare you kidnap her?!"

"Oi, no snooping around!" Tommy reminded the man that he can't just walk into a place and start searching it. He wasn't a policeman or anyone of that kind. "Did your daughter disappear?"

"Don't act like you know nothing about this! I know you sent someone to kidnap her. You broke into my house through a window in her room and took her!"

Then it clicked in Tommy's head. It clicked in everyone's heads. Maybe even in Y/d/n's head, but he didn't want it to be true.

"Mr Lovell, I'm afraid it wasn't an abduction," Tommy explained, "our Michael disappeared as well."

"What do you say then, Mr Shelby?" The man knew exactly what his rival meant, but hoped that wouldn't be it.

Arthur stood up. "The lovebirds ran away together."

"Exactly." Tommy agreed. "And we have to work together if we want to see them again in this lifetime."

"Don't be so dramatic, Tommy," Finn chimed in with a chuckle, "how far could they go?"

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Not so far, at least for now. It was the beginning of summer, so as long as the weather wasn't that bad for England, the lovers wanted to stay on the countryside. They would think of another place in the future.

For now, there wasn't a single worry in their minds. There in the countryside they could be themselves and do whatever they wanted.

Michael spotted a small barn he recognized. It had been abandoned for a few years before Tommy came to him and nothing seemed to change. It was a perfect temporary home.

On the day they arrived here, they decided to be lazy. There weren't any urgent things to take care of. In the evening they lit up a small fire nearby the barn and sat down by it.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to set up a fire by a wooden building?" Y/n asked, leaning her head on Michael's shoulder.

"I took all precautions," the boy assured, "I made more bonfires than you can imagine and none ended badly."

Y/n chuckled. "I see, you're an expert."

The couple sat by the fire in a comfortable silence, they didn't wanna talk for a while. Y/n straightened out her legs and as she did that, Michael's hand quickly found its way to her thigh.

Y/n felt goosebumps forming on her skin despite the heat the fire was producing. She turned her head a bit in the other to place her lips on Michael's neck. Y/n started pecking his skin, moving up to his jaw, then along the jawline to eventually end up connecting his lips with hers in a kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Michael ran his hands to Y/n's waist and helped her straddle him. Then he felt his girlfriend's hands creep up his neck to eventually dive in his short hair, pulling it lightly. That small movement was enough to make him release a throaty moan.

Y/n pulled away for a moment. "Do you wanna take it inside?"

The couple walked into the barn and then up to the hayloft. There was still some hay left, which made them feel more comfortable, more cosy. It was a good replacement for a bed.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

"Michael!"

"Y/n!"

"I'll check the barn, you search the surroundings!"

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, the shouting outside woke her up. She was lying down, her head on Michael's naked chest that was calmly moving up and down as he still slept. That lad was a heavy sleeper.

The girl sat up and stretched her arms. Then, she quietly walked to the hole in the barn's wooden wall that was supposed to be a window. Looking outside, she noticed Thomas Shelby walking their direction.

"Michael," Y/n whispered, lightly shaking her boyfriend to wake him up, "Michael, wake up. They have come for us."

"What? Who?" Michael asked confusedly, his mind only half awake.

"Well, I saw Tommy, but-"

"Tommy? What the hell is he doing here?"

"Looking for us. We have to-"

The girl suddenly stopped talking and put a finger up in a sign for Michael to stay quiet as well.

One of Tommy's first ideas was to search for to runaways in the countryside. After all, that's where Michael grew up, he knew this place well and felt safe there. Too safe, that's why he could have wanted to hide here.

When Tommy noticed the freshly extinguished bonfire nearby the abandoned barn, he figured they might be hiding there.

In the silence, Y/n and Michael heard the ladder that led to the hayloft creaking. The girl mindlessly grabbed the gun that Michael mentioned on the previous day. Or a day before that.

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that?" The boy asked, trying to rip the gun form his girlfriend's hand. "Don't shoot him!"

"Relax, I'm just gonna scare him off!"

"I don't think Tommy Shelby is a person you could scare with a gun," he paused, "I don't think he is a person to get scared in general."

"Good day, lovebirds." Tommy said sarcastically, his head peaking into the hayloft.

Y/n set down the gun.

"Hello, Tommy." Michael replied, putting his shirt on.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"Your mother is worried sick, Michael. You've had your fun, it's time to go back home. Y/n, your father is here. He's been worried as well."

"Tommy, we're not coming back."

"Sure, come down and we'll talk about this," he stepped down the ladder.

The couple looked at each other. Whether they wanted it or not, they had to come down, Tommy didn't give them a choice. But they knew he will try anything to talk them into coming home and even breaking up. That meant they had to fight.

When the lovers got down from the hayloft, they saw four men in front of them - Y/d/n and three out of four Shelby brothers.

Y/n had guilt displayed on her face, while Michael didn't show a single emotion. He looked each man in the eyes, stopping on his girlfriend's father.

"We are not sorry," the boy spoke, "we love each other and won't let your stupid conflict ruin what we have."

"How dare you-" the oldest man reached to his gun.

"At ease, Mr Lovell, at ease," Tommy stopped him, then turned to the boy. "Michael, care to explain? Or Y/n?"

It was a rhetorical question, Tommy wasn't asking. He gave an order. And he expected the order to be done.

"What else do you expect us to say?" Y/n snapped. "We're in love and that's it. Have you ever been in love, Thomas? Have any of you ever been in love? If yes, you would have known it's not a choice. It's a feeling you can't control or get rid of."

Then Tommy understood it. His mind wandered to the time he met Grace, to the time he started falling for her. Y/n was damn right, love is a feeling that cannot be controlled, predicted or prevented.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, I think she might be right."

Y/n crossed her arms on her torso and sent a triumphant look to her father. "Nothing can do us apart. Just think about it, our relationship is a great reason to stop this war. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet, but without anyone dying!"

"We can't forget about our past that easily," the father looked spitefully at Tommy.

"Not forget, but forgive."

"Let bygones be bygones." Michael added, taking Y/n's hand in his.

They were right. It was the time to end the ridiculous conflict. Maybe Y/n and Michael's relationship could even give a beginning to an alliance between the Lovells and the Shelbys.

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine Gina having eyes for you, a fellow Blinder:

You.

She noticed you for the first time when she was meeting the family. You stayed behind, behind Tommy, behind the bar, looking up only when she walked in. You were subtle in your expressions, smirking when you thought no one noticed. She did and seeing you smile made her blush. Michael spoke like a child, making rash decisions and demands too large. She was barely listening, instead keeping her eye on you. You were odd. Attractive, mysterious, quiet. And yet, she sensed there was something more to you. Something dangerous, something her husband lacked: a spine. You didn't make a show when you pulled out your gun, placing it on the counter before you. You made no grand gestures, nothing to prove that you were really going to use it. You would, no questions asked. What Tommy wanted, you'd do. You were loyal.

You'd prettied yourself up for this night with the rest of them. You weren't in diamonds like she was, wanting all eyes on her. You were sleek, sensible, with a razor in your cap and another up your sleeve. Michael's arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her from gravitating towards you. She wanted to offer you a drink, hear your voice, make her presence known. She wanted nothing more than to impress you, catch your eye, cause butterflies in your stomach. Gina smiled when she should have, shaking the hands of Michael's acquaintances and enemies alike, doing what was needed of her. Her mind though, it belonged to you. You spoke softly to Tommy and Arthur, eyeing your husband with suspicion. The attitude in your movement made her face hot.

It should have been you.

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[eviegray]

❛ dating michael gray would include ❜

。michael is super affectionate and protective towards you. this being said, if there’s something or someone bothering you, michael will be there with arms wide open, ready for you to crawl into his sweet embrace and help you the best way he can.

。will ask you to read a book out loud for him whenever he’s feeling stressed out because the sound of your sweet voice calms him down. 

。is always paying attention to your surroundings as the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt. he would pretty much kill anyone that dared to hurt or mistreat you in any way.

。 usually wakes up way before you, however, he never leaves the house without showering you with soft pecks here and there, ending up waking you up.

。loves to spoil you. his sweet baby deserves the best in the world, and so you shall have it. no questions asked.

。will sit and stare at you for hours with nothing but love in his eyes.

。often speaks to you about plans for the future... marrying you, creating a family, moving into a beautiful family home...

。loves making love to you... and does it quite often ;) 

。speaks about you to his friends all the time, and does it with nothing but love.

。most importantly michael respects and admires you a lot. he will always be by your side, ready to support your choices, respect your opinions and give you all the love in the world.

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[blueeyedheizer]

Could you do Michael Gray and #3 please?

#3 "bend over the desk" (NSFW - full smut under the cut) 🔞

I got a lil carried away... 🥁🥁 this is pure smut, also it might be cringe because it's late and i'm tired so uuuh read at your own risk 😭😵‍💫

“You think you can flirt with my cousin right in front of me—" Michael seethed, his grip around your throat tightening slightly whilst his other hand fumbled with his belt and pants, tugging them away. “—and not face the repercussions?”

You could only manage a weak whimper, feeling his finger squeeze some more, cutting a tiny bit of your airway off.

Michael swore under his breath as he stroked himself, his left hand leaving your throat to grab your jaw instead and kiss you hard. He let go of his throbbing cock to rid you of your underwear, nearly tearing the material off your legs. You moaned into the kiss, feeling breathless by the time you pulled away.

"Michael—"

"Shut up." he cut you off and entered you in one thrust, his parted lips brushing against yours as he started fucking you, each snap of his hips yanking a choked cry from your throat.

"Fuck!" you moaned out. You clung to his neck when he increased the speed, knotting your fingers in the hair at his nape and bracing yourself on the desk as best as you could with your other hand, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room along with your short breaths and his grunts.

You didn't even try to stop yourself from screaming as he fucked you at such brutal pace, whispering degrading comments in your ear simultaneously which made you dig your nails harder into his back and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open 'em. Keep your fuckin' eyes open." he said while grabbing your face roughly, his thrusts frantic. And you obeyed, locking eyes with him.

You couldn't help but get louder and louder until you felt Michael's hand cover your mouth, muffling your moans.

"You just can't keep your pretty little mouth shut, can you? Gotta let everyone know what a dirty slut you are, eh?" he taunted.

You were so close, feeling the knot within your stomach tighten more and more with each thrust, when suddenly Michael pulled out. "Bend over the desk." he panted.

You did as you were told, legs already wobbly as you hopped off the desk and bent over it instead, waiting for Michael to use you as he pleased. He rubbed the tip of his dick along your entrance before easing himself back in, groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

This was just the beginning of a long, long night.

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[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 8)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series Master list

What can I say about this part? 🤷🏻‍♀️ want me to show you again the lovely Tommy Shelbear @lyarr24 made?

Also gif credits for the watch gif goes to @thesoldiersminute thank you so much for that gif, it was exactly as I imagined ♥️

“She looks posh, right?” John asked Esme, who was staring at the door after Thomas left with that woman. May’s aura was red and grey color, a mix of passion and mourning. She was after him.

“Why is she training the horse?” Esme asked her husband folding her arms.

“Because Tommy says we can win the Derby.” He kept counting the coins.

“But is it really necessary tha-”

“Fuck! I lost the count, Esme.”

She smirked. “I’m just wondering if… your brother is fucking the horse trainer?”

“Don’t.” John warned. “Stay out of this, don’t ask questions.”

“Why not? Don’t have I permission to ask?”

John smashed his hand against the table. “That’s none of your business.”

“What about Y/N?”

“Leave it, Esme.”

“What about me?” Y/N asked from the door frame.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Esme beamed pointing the obvious and went to give her a hug.

“I’m happy to see you too, but now I want to know what you were talking about.”

“Ah Esme was telling me to ask some of the boys to watch the shop, she wants to go upstairs for a quick fuck, she then asked about you.” John lied while Esme looked at him perplexed.

Y/N laughed embarrassed, it seemed that the Shelby brothers had a very high sex drive. “I’ll pay the winning bets, you go on.”

Esme smiled and handled her the keys.

“Just before I open, I’m going to talk to Tommy.” Y/N announced. Esme shoved John on the ribs.

“Yeah… about that, he isn’t here.”

That was unusual. Tommy was always before anyone else.

Y/N saw John scratching the back of his head.

Esme realized John would fuck it up, so she interrupted. “A man who wants to make a big bet came to see the horse.”

“Oh.” Y/N nodded. “I guess I’ll see him later.” And with that, she went to open the doors.

“We are still fucking, right?”

“John! How can you think of sex with this mess?” But she followed him upstairs anyways.

***

“How is it going? With Michael I mean.” Esme asked Y/N later over a cup of tea.

“It’s just a bit strange, sometimes he seems as if he’s trying to be another Tommy, I caught him one day walking with the shoulders up and the chin down. Polly is trying everything to please him.”

“Poor boy he grew up thinking that woman was his mother and now he has another family… and what bloody family.” Esme opened her eyes dramatically, making Y/N giggle.

“Oi! Finn where are you going?” They heard John shout from the door, but couldn’t hear Finn’s reply.

“Looking for Tommy.” Y/N got up to walk towards the door. “Uncle Charlie said he’s with the horse trainer at the Garrison.”

“Come ‘ere.” John called for his little brother. “If Y/N asks, Tommy was with a man who wants to make a bet.” His brother slapped him in the back of the head.

Finn looked at him confused but didn’t question anything else, he just started walking again.

“Finn wait, I’ll go with you.” Y/N was trying to get her coat from the rack.

Oh shit.

“Esme why don’t you go get Tommy? So Y/N won’t walk over there.” John made his wife a sign behind Y/N to hurry up. Tommy was always fixing their mess, it was time to have his back now. “Do you want a lemonade, Y/N?”

“But I can go.” Y/N protested.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you for help, some of the numbers won’t match in the books.” Wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, he guided her back into the betting shop.

As Finn was walking out from the Garrison, Esme stopped the boy.

“Finn…” Esme tried to warn him.

“I know, I know, Tommy was with a man who wants to make a big bet on the horse.”

“Good, now go.”

Opening the doors to the pub, she could hear them talking. Esme stayed in the little space between both doors.

“Can I come and see her later?” Thomas asked.

May was taken aback by his question. He just asked her if she wanted to fuck him, and the way he was looking at her, he made it seem it was actually a statement.

“Every time you want.” May looked at him, trying to not make it sound desperate.

When Esme opened the doors inside, she found May Carleton looking at Tommy while he was moving a couple of glasses away.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, sensing she was stopping herself from speaking in her presence, May said goodbye and assured Tommy she would make his girl win.

How could he be playing games like this? While Y/N was carrying his baby.

“What is it Esme? It’s eating you alive, I can tell.” He asked as he took one last puff from his cigarette.

“Y/N is at the betting shop, looking for you, while you were with your… horse trainer. What does she think about that woman?” Esme held his gaze, not pulling back.

“Nothing to think about.” He cleared his throat.

“She is finally glowing, Thomas… it means she’s happy. The baby is happy.”

“I know.”

“It could have been her walking in here, Thomas. Instead of me.” What was he doing?

Tommy looked at her in silence. “But it was you, Esme, not Y/N.”

“What does it mean? You don’t care?”

“It means you care about Y/N. It also means you keep your mouth shut, you don’t wanna upset her, right?”

“I do! But I don’t want to see her suffering because of you.”

“Let me remind you who you’re talking to, Esme…”

“I know who you are, and I’m not scared of you, if you hurt Y/N I’ll be the first in line right after Polly.” A genuine smirk appeared on his lips.

“Are you done?” He was back into his cocky look. “That’s what I thought.” Marching outside The Garrison, he hurried to the shop, feeling excited to see Y/N there, he couldn’t help but wonder if she finally changed her mind.

“I couldn’t stop her.” Lizzie complained pointing at his office, she looked annoyed.

Tommy stopped on his tracks to look at her. “Lemme just make one thing clear, that woman is the mother of my child and thanks to her, you still have this job Lizzie.”

When he admitted his feelings for Y/N, he told her he would fire Lizzie -for the embarrassing moment when Y/N found Lizzie giving him a blow job-, but Y/N shook her head and asked Tommy to end all kinds of encounters with his secretary and they would be good, the girl needed the job.

Looking intensely at his secretary, he added: “She gets to go wherever the fuck she wants.”

Lizzie gasped and blinked at him. Tommy needed to give Y/N her place. Not waiting for an answer, he pushed the door.

He definitely loved Y/N and there was nothing she could do, Lizzie thought.

“I heard I had a special meeting.” Getting up faster than she should, Y/N grabbed the back of the chair, Tommy’s arms were around her in seconds. “You need to stop doing that, love.” He chuckled.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Y/N smiled at him. “Wanted to surprise you. I’m feeling better now.”

“Yeah? Want me to let go of you?”

But Tommy didn’t let go of her, no, instead he pulled her closer, his thumb caressing her lower lip. He had missed the way her hands held his face and the little moans that escaped from her mouth as their lips collided. Breathing her in, her perfume intoxicated him and when his tongue invaded her mouth, she welcomed him with open arms. Swinging his shoulder, one of his hands squeezed her hip.

“The betting shop is full.” Y/N announced out of breath against his lips.

“What about Polly’s house?” Tommy kissed her again.

“Michael and Rita are there.”

“Let’s go to the chalet, hmm?” His hands went straight to her bum.

A beautiful smile lighted Y/N’s face and Tommy found himself smiling back. Stealing him a kiss, Y/N handled him something.

Tommy looked at the leather cover. His initials were in the bottom corner.

“It’s a notebook, so you can write down your favorite poems… I have all the ones you’ve gave me saved in a box.”

Tommy looked at her surprised. “You’ve saved them?” It was something silly but he liked the way a poem reflected his thoughts, he knew some by heart. It was something he only shared with Y/N.

“Every. Single. One.” She separated her words with a kiss.

His heart felt so full, he didn’t care about anything else.

“I won’t come back Lizzie, you can have the rest of the day off.” Tommy announced not even looking at her. Then, he whispered into Y/N’s ear: “So… you just came here because you wanted to fuck me?”

Blushing, she shoved him playfully in the chest.

“In your last poem you said you’d be my slave, so…”

—-

“Where’s Y/N?” Arthur asked wiping his mustache as Tommy took his place in the private booth of The Garrison.

“Y/N is resting, she had been sick… Polly says it’s normal for the baby.”

“It is.” Esme assured blowing the smoke in Thomas direction. “She’s growing a human in there, baby is active and you’ll pay every little thing you do.” She smirked.

Tommy gave her a cold stare, whatever he was about to answer, it was interrupted when Polly opened the door, Michael following her.

As the boys handed him his drink, the door opened again.

“Y/N.” Tommy couldn’t stop the smile on his face.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I just thought well, I will still feel sick here and there, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Just in time, love.” Tommy winked at her and pulled her by his side. From his pocket, Tommy took out a black box and handed it to his cousin.

“What is it?” Michael asked opening the box.

Gif credit: @thesoldiersminute

“It’s beautiful.” Polly reacted.

Y/N recognized the box and looked at the man next to her.

“So you won’t be late for work.”

“When did you get that?” Her hand on his chest, the rest of the room disappeared when she looked into his eyes.

“Yesterday, one of the boys picked it up for me, but I ordered it when Michael showed up.” Tommy made a little motion with his head for her to follow him outside. Opening the door where they kept the barrels, slammed the door close and had her pinned between his body and the door in seconds. His lips went straight to her collarbone. “You look beautiful.”

Tommy couldn’t get enough of her, he loved to feel her skin set on fire every time he touched her, if it was for him, he would have her every time, everywhere. His fingers found her thight under her skirt, outlining the edge of the garters that connected with the stockings, he squeezed the flesh a couple of times.

“Have something for you too.” Stopping his assault to her skin, he handled Y/N a small box, opening it inside the small cushion was holding a pair of emerald earrings surrounded by a halo of diamonds.

“Tommy… this is…” she couldn’t believe it.

“I took some of your designs borrowed, the ones you didn’t send to your father, he didn’t know that of course, I kept your name out of the picture.”

“You talked to my father?” Tommy shook his head, frowning, Y/N wondered how did he do it then.

“Your father wasn’t home, but I met your Mum she’s lovely. I was in London and had a couple of hours, she offered me tea, I couldn’t say no.” He explained with an amused look.

“Giving Michael the watch was lovely.”

“Another design of yours of course.”

It was a lot of information to take in, looking at the pair of earrings, it was a surprise to see something she designed came to life, it usually didn’t happen, her father sold all the jewelry pieces, but as she was trying to process everything, she realized there was a small piece of paper inside the box.

It is so easy

for me to love you

That it frightens me.

I’ve never been good at anything.

But I’ve never wanted anything so much as

I want to hold you

every waking minute.

And every night

while I sleep.

The question has eased to be “How do I love you?”

and has become

“How would I ever stop?” (EC)

Y/N threw herself into his arms.

“Wanna go home?” Tommy murmured against her hair.

“I am home.”

----

“Why did you let him go?!” Esme was beyond upset.

“The fuck I care?”

“You should’ve gone with him John! Look at the time and Thomas is still there? With that horse trainer?

“She doesn’t want Arthur, nor me, she wants Tommy!”

They then heard something shattering on the floor, when John and Esme looked to the doorframe, they found Y/N looking at them with a hurt look. She was going to fill his bottle of whiskey.

With a shaky voice, she managed to ask. “Is that true, John?”

“Be careful.”

“I asked you a question.” It was almost nine pm.

Esme tried to move her away from the broken glass, but Y/N couldn’t breathe, let alone move.

“Yes.” John finally answered.

“What did you break this time John?” Polly asked appearing.

“You knew about this godmother?”

Polly looked at his nephew confused. John looked down, things were about to get ugly.

She had been waiting for Tommy all afternoon like a fool, prepared his favorite dinner and set candles in his office to have a nice quiet dinner just the two of them to announce him she wanted to get back together, live in the chalet in the mean time he set everything else.

Polly asked her to calm down.

“I want to be alone.”

***

Tommy’s gaze was lost at some point on the table. It was a big space for over fifteen people, May was at the other end of the table. They had a enough food in front of them to feed all the families in Birmingham.

This was ridiculous, he thought. Thinking of the small kitchen back in Watery Lane, as they started adding their partners, sometimes Y/N had to sit on his lap.

“Is your dinner fine?” May asked.

Clearing his throat, Tommy nodded. “Yeah.”

Realizing the power May had in the Committee, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed her to make it to Epsom.

***

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[zablife]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you’d like to write something with this one, I’m not too late and your gif requests are still open🫶🏻

Hi Reb, tysm for the ask! I haven't written Michael much recently so this was a treat! I went for dark!Michael bc he's so perfect for that characterization. I hope you enjoy it!

I Told Them

"How? How the fuck did they know?" Michael asked, running his hands through his neatly combed hair.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you stroked along the silk backing of his waistcoat. "Michael, I....there's something I need to tell you," you said in a trembling voice.

He turned capturing your small hands in his as his brow furrowed in confusion. "What is it?," he asked. Noticing how unsteady you looked on your feet, as though you might faint, he motioned toward a chair.

You searched the kitchen nervously, taking a seat across from your husband before clearing your throat. Michael paced to the other side of the room nervously as you collected your courage to speak.

Then finally you looked up at him, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. "It was me," you said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I told them."

Michael stopped with a jerk and turned to face you, allowing your confession to wash over him slowly. "You fucking what?" he spat suddenly as he pressed his palms into the table, leaning forward to challenge you. You could see the rage building within him as his breath quickened.

"I told them," you repeated. With no servants bustling about, the sound of your words echoed off the tiled walls, amplifying your timid voice.

Michael's jaw clenched and his upper lip snarled with such animalistic aggression you thought he might lunge across the table at any moment. You clutched your arms tightly to your chest fearful of what he might do next.

"Was this your plan all along? Have me arrested so you could take my money?" Michael asked, walking around the long table toward you slowly.

You gulped as you shook your head. "No, of course not! I love you, Michael. I was only trying to help," you explained. The closer he drew to you, the more afraid you became.

Michael had changed in his brief time with the blinders. He was not the same boy you'd known in the village and he certainly wasn't the husband who vowed to love and cherish you. He was capable of anything, you knew that the night he came home covered in Father Hughes' blood.

Michael towered over you, a dangerous gleam in his eye as he raised you from the creaking chair by your elbow.

"They already knew about your family's involvement. It wouldn't have been long before they connected it to you. I thought if they knew the truth about the priest's past, you'd be granted clemency. Anyone who knew would surely show mercy because that man did terrible things and he deserved what he got," you rambled, hoping he would see you'd tried to be a loyal wife. No matter what he'd done, you were on his side.

His hand flew to your throat as he hissed, "If you believe one word of the shit you just said, you're dumber than I thought. They'll hang me for this!" He shook you with brutal force and you felt as though you might lose consciousness.

As he held you up against the cold iron sink for support, he inhaled a ragged breath. "Only one thing you said is true, Hughes deserved to die for what he did to me," Michael said, a distant look in his eye as the painful memories resurfaced.

The moment was not to last as his grip soon tightened painfully. Your vision went spotty from lack of oxygen and Michael leaned in to whisper, "And so do you."

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[anonymooseforever007]

Behind on that Cute Date

(Michael Gray x Reader)

Summary: Wanting to give her busy friend some time to herself, Y/N had offered to watch her friend’s son Karl for a few hours to go to movie and ice cream. But upon returning to the house, Y/N offers to keep the boy longer if Ada wants to spend some more time with her “cute date”. It is a date right? 

A/N: Hi y'all! No TW's I think? I thought of the worst way to meet someone's mom and wrote it? I guess this could also be considered an Ada x Reader Platonic story too considering Michael isn't in the first part too much, but he is defiantly the focus of it...or parts of him are.. Also Michael is probably OC a bit here as I wrote it more with early S2 Michael (farm boy Michael:) ) in mind than the other seasons. enjoy❤️

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Part 2- Chocolate Pie

Main Masterlist

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Small and sticky fingers closed around the collar of Y/N’s dress as Karl began to softly snore into the woman’s shoulder. The energy of the day’s excitement finally beginning to fade (at least until nap time was over) as the two figures quietly walked back down the street to Ada’s house.

Y/N wouldn’t openly admit it, but she was slightly relieved that Karl had fallen asleep. It wasn’t that she didn’t adore the boy, but after almost nine hours of his endless questions (often which had be answered five minutes earlier) and constant need to be running in a different direction (often the opposite one than they needed to go in) the quiet was nice. 

Even if she truly did enjoy about coming up with all the different answers for questions such as, “Why don’t ducks have scales,” or, “How many jumps would it take to get across the park,” and even her (least) favourites, “What if I put this rock in my nose,” or “What if I took off my pants?” 

It would be later that Y/N realised the pattern where many of the questions Karl asked starting with the words, “What if I…” would typically result in a similar answer from herself ending in the words, “…and we don’t want to make mummy sad do we?” 

Maybe it was cheap manipulation, the “let’s not hurt mummy’s feelings” tactic, but Y/N had to admit it was extremely effective. It was right up there next to the , “we gotta be good or mummy may not let me watch you anymore” tactic, she often heard from her own babysitters when younger. Of course, she would explain why the question or action would make “mummy” sad and give Karl reasoning behind not doing it. But in a quick pinch telling him that “Mummy would be sad because he kicked the light post and his leg may fall off,” worked great. 

So aside from a few incidents involving light posts and small rocks, the day had gone great. Having picked Karl up right before lunch Y/N had taken him to run around the park for a bit before treating him to a small picnic shoved in her pack.

Then, being ready to get out of the heat for a bit, the pair went to see the film Peter Pan in the nearby theatre. Technically the movie had been released in the previous year, but the theatre was running a special that week and was playing select children’s films at a discounted price. Despite having purchased two tickets, Karl remained on Y/N’s lap for most of the film. Within the first few minutes he had been terrified by the film’s portrayal of “Nana, the Darling’s family dog,” and sought refuge with the women. Which seeing as it was a rather unnerving puppet Y/N didn’t blame him.

Finally, on the way back the two had passed an ice cream shop and Y/N decided to get them both a cone. Admittedly, she had already planned on doing so, but it certainly did help that while Karl was eating, he wasn’t able to continue pestering her on why she wouldn’t tell him how baby mermaids were made.

Yes, while Y/N certainly didn’t regret offering to take her friend’s son for the day, she could also see why Ada may have wanted (needed) the break. So when Karl began to walk slower and slower, dragging his feet just a bit more, until the only thing keeping him up was Y/N’s hand over his, she was a bit relieved. Even if she did have to keep readjusting his small body in her arms every few minutes, as his head switch between different sides of her shoulders to watch the people passing by. 

The time was getting close to dinner now and Y/N had promised Ada she’d get Karl home by dark. And even if it was still light outside, Y/N didn’t think Ada would mind the two returning a bit earlier than expected, especially if Karl was already tried out for the night.

 If anything it meant that Y/N would be able to take one more task off her friend’s list and get the boy washed and in bed early, leaving time for the two to catch up on the last chapter of their newest book. 

That was how the two met of course, with Y/N, who just started working at the same library, asking for a good book to read. And Ada, having found a thrilling new cover of her own, decided to share her find with the young woman who couldn’t have been older than her own cousin. And thus a new friendship was born, with both women reading the same book and later gushing over the new twist and turns of the plot over lunch each day.

Now here Y/N was almost a year later, walking back to Ada’s house, a trip she now knew by heart, with Ada’s little boy asleep on her shoulder, and hopes that Ada herself was actually able to take that long nap. Y/N knew her friend had been busy with work and Karl and even extended family too. It seemed every day Ada had a new rant about the stupidity of her older brothers’ even more stupid plan. It was why Y/N had offered to take Karl in the first place, remembering how tired her own mother often got trying to take care of the house and her siblings in those long years her father was fighting.

However, as the Y/N got closer to the house she became more and more unsure that Ada actually did spend the day alone as expected…

Sitting outside Ada’s house was a car that Y/N hadn’t seen before. It was a Black Bentley of the nicer model and judging by the shine of the metal it was obviously new. This was the first hint in Y/N’s mind that Ada wasn’t alone. She knew her older friend didn’t own a car, preferring to walk the short distance between work, home, or any other place she needed to get to. On the rare occasion that the women did need to travel further than they could walk, they could easily have called a cab or even taken the car Y/N “shared” with her older brother during the times he’s was in town. 

Stopping at the foot of Ada’s steps, between the front door and the car itself Y/N stared for a moment. A conversation she had with Ada earlier that week came to mind. 

In between their usually chatter during lunch, Ada had mentioned that she might have needed Y/N to watch Karl one night soon. Apparently, the one night Y/N went home early from the bar, was the night Ada had met a handsome man who’s interest was requited. After Y/N had left, they had met and got talking for a while and the mysterious suitor had even paid for Ada’s cab home later wishing her a good night with a kiss on the hand. It was during the lunch, that Ada let it slip the man had eagerly asked her on a date, but being unsure of how it would affect Karl, she asked to think about it for a few days.

Upon seeing the car outside and remembering their discussion, Y/N felt a smile begin to grow on her face. Obviously Ada had finally decided to call the man back and accept his offer, and Y/N was excited for her friend. 

Currently having no boyfriend or romantic interest herself (not for lack of trying), Y/N sometimes found herself highly invested in the love lives of her friends. She enjoyed listening about their newest attractions and helping them find new clothes to wear for dinners and even planning romantic picnics that could rival those in the books she read. Plus, when the relationship was a good one, she got excited seeing how happy her friends were when they had someone they could spend part of their life with. Even if Y/N hadn’t found that person of her own yet. 

Of the few dates Y/N had been on, she often found the men either nice but without connection, or worse, charming but far too handsey for someone who was a stranger only the hour before. Besides, along with the romantic encounters many of her friends had came the inevitable heartbreaks. And while she never minded being the shoulder to lean on, Y/N didn’t look forward to the feeling herself. So she had decided to let life run its course and if she were fated to find someone one, found they would be...one day... hopefully. If not she could always buy more dogs.

“Are you Ada’s friend?”

A small yell left Y/N’s mouth as she jumped slightly, hearing the voice that had spoken, startling her out of her thoughts. Karl made a small noise of protest but quickly fell back asleep as Y/N’s hand went to his hair, brushing it soothingly.

Taking a few seconds to regain her breath, Y/N turned from the car she had been staring at and towards the steps of the house. Towards where she assumed Ada’s mystery date stood. 

Upon seeing his face for a brief second Y/N wished Ada had left the bar that night early instead of her. Maybe then this man would have started talking to her. Maybe then he could have been her date.

He was dressed in a well tailored suit complete with a beige overcoat and matching hat in hand. His hair was a pretty brown color and had obviously taken some time to style it as neat as it was. In the back of her mind, Y/N wondered if his hair still looked as neat when he woke up the morning seeing how much product there appeared to be. His hair still looked soft though. His shoes were so polished Y/N had no doubt she would see a perfect reflection if she was looking down. And then there was his face…. He had a pretty jawline and even prettier green eyes. And slightly above his left eyebrow was a small mole on his otherwise almost flawless skin. Y/N decided at the moment that there were few faces she liked as much as his. Even if it did seem to be covered in an expression of confusion.... wait what?

"I asked if you were Ada's friend?" the man spoke again, once more breaking Y/N out of her thoughts. 

"Yeah, yes! I am totally Ada's friend. I'm not just walking around with this one for no reason," she spoke quickly, motioning to Karl as she did so. The man's eyes moved over to the boy resting on her hip as one corner of his mouth pulled up slightly. 

"I suppose that makes sense. Ada's not one to let just anyone watch Karl. I don't think her brothers are allowed to watch him half the time," the handsome stranger chuckled turning back to glance at the house quickly. Y/N smiled as well. She hadn't met Ada's brothers but had heard more than one story about them to know the stranger's comment may not have been wrong. 

"I'm Y/N by the way, really sorry for staring earlier. I've been chasing Karl here all day and zoned out a bit." Doing her best to shift Karl to one arm, Y/N was able to stick part of her right arm forwards hoping she hadn't offended him by not introducing herself sooner. Though it may have sound silly, and truthfully it was silly, Y/N had more than one of her friend's dates who got pissy if she didn't introduce herself "properly". And while those men, thankfully, never lasted to long, Y/N didn't want to risk pushing away first man she'd ever seen come out of her friend's house. Especially if this was the one Ada had seemed so enamored with just the other day. 

Looking back over at her, the man gave another half smile and stuck his hand out. Just as he was about to open his mouth to introduce himself, the exhaust of passing car released a loud bang. 

The standing pair both jumped at the sudden sound and Karl's head shot up. The little boy, now fully alert held on tightly to his sitter, moving his head around anxiously to find the thing that scared him awake. Seeing nothing his grip relaxed slightly and his head laid back down on Y/N's shoulder content to listen to her soothing words as she told him it was alright. Only a few seconds later, Karl's head shots up again and a grin spread across his face as he recognized the man before him.

"MEL!"

"Karlie!" The man, Mel, replied with a full smile and wave of his own, obviously familiar with the young boy. "How are you today? Your mum mentioned that you were spending the day with a friend when we got here. Did you go to a movie?"

Nodding his head Karl gave a toothy grin, before motioning to be put down. Happy to have her arms to herself once again, Y/N did so, unable to keep the smile from growing on her own face as she watch the two interact. 

If this truly was the mystery data of Ada's she expected him to be, Y/N was already impressed. Not only was he good looking, but he also seemed polite and more importantly but excited to interact with Karl. Y/N knew that if Ada truly was going to start going steady with any man, it wouldn't be one who ignored her son. She had also noted that when the loud, gunshot like, noise suddenly happened Mel had stepped closer, almost protectively, towards the other two. Whether out out of  instinct or bravery, it certainly gained him another point in Y/N's growing list. 

After quietly watching the two interact for a bit longer from the front steps of, Karl came back over to his mother's friend and grabbed her left sleeve motioning for her to bend down, eager to share a new secret.

"I have to pee."

Stifled laughter was heard behind the boy at his not so quiet whisper, and Y/N bit back her own smile the words reached her ears. 

"Alright Karlie boy, why don't we say bye to Mel and you can go right ahead." The words barely leaving Y/N's mouth before the boy blurted out a quick parting to the man before shooting inside and disappearing within. Now left alone on the steps with "Mel" as Karl called him, Y/N took another moment to smile to herself, as well as to breath before she planned on heading in. Waiting outside also gave her short time to plan her now numerous questions for Ada. Not intending to take up more of his time before she had time to interrogate her friend, Y/N turned to the man about to say her own goodbye when this time it was him who spoke first.

"I guess he had fun today. Last time he was that excited was when John gave him a slingshot and Arthur taught him how to use it. Almost took out Finn twice that day, and Tommy three times" Mel spoke with a smile on his face, both at the story he told and the women he was speaking to, who was now failing to hide her smile at the images in her head.

"I'm glad I could bring him such joy then," she laughed as he admired the spark in her eye, "He really was great today. I don't have many children in my own family, so getting to spend time with one if always fun. Besides I don't mind giving Ada a break every now and then, I know she works hard. But I take it you two had fun today," the last sentence Y/N couldn't help but asking. Even if she did plan on getting the details from Ada later it never hurt to get another's point of view in these situations....

"It was nice yeah, we got here right after you picked him up I think, and then spent most of the day here. I got some work I need to pick up now but I believe later we agreed to meet back at one of the clubs...," hesitating slightly now with his head looking to his feet quickly before he continued," I don't suppose you're going to be watching Karl tonight too? Or just until now? Or did you have other plans tonight?"

"Oh no,I'm probably gonna read a book tonight. I think Ada only wanted me to watch him until about dinner. But I didn't realize she had others plans tonight. I might have to see if she needs that," the last bit was mumbled more to herself as the silence now grew between them. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite actually. Each wrapped up in their own head figuring out the details inside. 

Soon enough Mel looked back down at his watch noticing the time and a small cough and stretched out hand was all it took to break Y/N from her own reverie.

"It was nice to meet you but I really do need to get going on that work now. Don't want to get told off for being late," he said. And it was then as they both shook hands again that each took notice of how warm the other's hand was and how well it seemed wit fit with their own.

"Of course, go ahead! Don't let me keep you any longer. It was pleasure to meet you as well!" Y/N returned, removing her hand from his as she watched him move down the steps finally heading off in his car. But not before he glanced back to give her one more quick nod and half smile.

Fuck, Ada was lucky...

Standing on the steps a few moments more, Y/N waited until just after the shiny car had turned the corner out of sight before finally making her way inside. 

She made her way immediately to the kitchen where she heard Ada, giving Karl a quick wave as she passed him playing with his toys on the couch. Entering from the side Y/N immediately caught sight her friend washing a few plates in the sink and started to speak eagerly.

"Hello, alright so first I hope it's alright that I brought Karl home a bit earlier. He had fallen asleep and I figured it may be time to come back. I take it your day of rest went well. Also you know if you want I can take him for the night too? Leave you to have your fun..." She spoke wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at the last part.

Ada laughed before fully turning to her friend and responding, "My day was great, thanks again for taking him. And what do you mean by leaving me to have my fun? I don't have anything else to do tonight? Have you and Karl made plans to get rid of me?" 

"You have nothing else to do tonight?! Oh Ada but what about Mel! I thought you two were going to a club later? Are you really telling me you're gonna skip out on that? With him?!" Now both confused the two women stared at each other. Ada was confused because she couldn't think of any Mel's she knew, much less one she had plans with that night. And Y/N was confused because she was sure Mel had mentioned that he and Ada were going to a club later. Y/N hadn't spent long around him, but knew she'd enjoy having plans like that. Especially if they involved him. 

"Y/N who's Mel?"

"What do you mean who's Mel? It's Mel! Mystery man? You two met after I left the pub one night and hit it off? You said he asked you out and I thought you too had plans tonight? At least that's he made it seem like. He literally just left? Said he had some work to get before he came back?" Y/N moved her hands around in the air as she spoke now, as if that would make the picture of the man in her mind more clear to Ada.

"Oh do you mean Michael?" Ada said her smile beginning to grow as she began to realize what had happened. What Y/N still didn't realize.

"Michael? Karl called him Mel? He never corrected it but I'm not sure? Maybe? Anyway the guy who just left? Pretty hair, pretty clothes, pretty voice, and even prettier face? Oh come on Ada! How can you look at a man like that and say you don't remember him? He seemed perfectly polite too! Ohh Ada! Come on! Are you really not into to that?" Now bouncing on the heels of her feet as she began to describe the man. 

"Oh yes! Him! He got here a bit after you left. I remember now. But no, we don't actually have plans tonight I decided to stay in with Karl. Just out of curiosity... I take it you two talked for a bit? Did you like him?" Ada now stood looking at her friend with a grin matching Karl's. Now understanding who her "date"  was, she wanted to see how far this could go.

"Like him?! Ada he was brilliant!! You really caught a good one with him! Not only was he great with Karl, but he was also really nice about it all. He even moved a bit closer protectively when a car made a loud bang, he gets points for that I tell ya! And dear lord Ada he's gorgeous! Did you see his face? I know I keep saying it and the rest of him too! I tell you Ada if it ever get to where you meet his family you tell his mum I said 'thank you' because she really did great work! He's a real cute date! I hope he's treating you right! If not I'm sure we can get my brother to take care of him. We can have tea and biscuits while he hides the body!" 

Ada didn't hide her laughter any more and Y/N grinned back too. Though she had only met him a few times Ada was sure Y/N's large, but teddy bear like brother would have not problem hiding a body if needed. He reminded her of her own brothers... when they weren't pissing her off at least. However it was still one of these last sentences that make Ada pause and retrace her thoughts briefly.

"Wait, what do you mean thank his mother?"

"Well you know....Boys, they gets their balls from their daddy and their butt from their mama. At least that's what my grandma says. And I'm telling you Ada, ain't no tailor in the world can make an ass look that fine on skills alone. No Ada, that was pure genuine good ass genes."

As soon as Y/N finished speaking a loud laugh filled the air. A wonderful laugh like someone just heard the funniest joke on earth. It was the kind of laugh Y/N loved to hear from her friends. Only it wasn't her friend who laughed. 

Ada just stared, her mouth hung open but with the corners turned up. Shocked with both delight and confusion at the words. The laugh belonged to someone else. Someone who Y/N, in her haste to play detective, had accidentally missed. Someone who had overheard the conversation with just as much joy as Ada, but choose to remain silent until she couldn't hold her laughter in.

"Ada, I think that's the best thing I've heard in a while. You keep this one, she's fun."

An older woman, beautiful and with all-knowing eyes, met Y/N's glance and she finally turned to meet the "new" speaker. She had a look about her that said she could be just as cold as she was warm. She was a dangerous as she was smart. Luckily for Y/N the woman's face was warm indeed, though not as hot her own. Telling her friend how she felt about a strangers rear was one thing, but knowing another stranger heard it! Y/N didn't think it could be any worse.

"Already planned on it Pol."

Ada, finding her voice again, had finally spoke again. But she was still chuckling under her breath as she did so. It was as if both her and the older woman knew a joke Y/N didn't. But that was a thing for another time Y/N thought.

Pol, that sounded familiar to Y/N but she couldn't place where from. Instead she decided it would be best to stop gaping like a fish try to fix the small mess she just made. Because again it couldn't be any worse right. 

"Hi. Ada you have company, and you are Ada's company. Ohhhh noooo. I barged in on you two and  I'm interrupting and I just didn't know anyone else was here and you just heard all of that. I was just so excited because I thought Ada had date and like he didn't seem like a narcissistic asshole, and that was really good and and I'm rambling now so I'm gonna start over," Y/N paused, took a deep breath and stuck out her hand.

"Hi. I'm Y/N and I am sorry."

The woman, Pol, smirked at her and stuck out her own hand.

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, it's nice to know that at least someone's interested in furthering Ada's love life," Pol said, giving a quick side glance to the mentioned woman who gave a small huff and rolled her eyes. Obviously this type of conversation had come up before. And Polly continued turning to Ada, her tone now slightly sarcastic, "I'm just saying that your brothers do the same thing so it really shouldn't matter if you do either. You deserve to go out, find a good enough looking man and get laid? Isn't that was all the equality stuff is about anyway? Y/N what do you think of all that? Shouldn't our girl be just as able go out and have just as much fun as her brothers?"

The conversation have veered slightly from it's original course but none in the room seemed to mind. 

"Ohh I agree with you on that ma'am. Remember Ada. This is a time of equal rights! And equal rights means equal fights; and equal fights means equal fucks!" 

"Oh great, now there's two of you, if you keep this up you could give John and Arthur a run their money in the annoying awards," Ada groaned putting her head on the table in defeat briefly before it popped up again, "At least those two idiots I can hit. They won't hit back, but not you two. If I go after one of you I'm gonna have to get my nails done again. The brothers won't attack, but who's to say what would be done by the best friend and the aunt!" 

"Aunt?," Y/N repeated as she heard the last word, "OH AUNT, Pol, Aunt Polly, you're Ada's Aunt! Oh I remember now! Ada said you were going to come down this weekend." She turned towards the Shelby women who both perked up suddenly as if remembering their own idea from before.

"Yes, she's my aunt. She came down with my cousin for the weekend. I've told you about him right," Ada said, her grin beginning to grow again, while Polly sat back and smiled, just watching and waiting for what she knew was about to happen.

"Your cousin.... cousin," Y/N spoke aloud as she thought, "Oh yeah, you've mentioned him before. He's the one who let Karl go down the stairs in a bin! You tried to stab him! Isn't his name M...."

Y/N froze. 

Ada just stared at her friend with an innocent smile while Pol hid her smirk behind her cup of tea. 

Things were falling into place and Y/N realized it was worse... it was so so much worse. If a random stranger hearing your opinions on another stranger's ass was bad enough.... if the random stranger was actually the first one's .....

"Ahhhhhhh..... nooooo....no no no. No. No. No....No. Polly's your aunt.... and Polly has a son named Michael... And Michael is apparently Mel's real name.... which means that I .... you heard me.... thank you?.... great bullocks." Y/N spewed out her head shooting back and forth between the pair of Shelby's wearing matching grins. Her head hit the table with a thud, much like Ada's had earlier as she tried to block out the whole interaction that just happened. 

Maybe she should have just taken Karl to her house and let him play with her brother. They always had a riot of a time playing hide and seek, and making their own riots in the mini block town. That would have been a better option. 

"Great Bollocks? Who's mine or my son's?" 

Y/N laughed. She laughed and kept chuckling under her breath, it was all she could do. Of all the worst ways to meet someone's mom. Polly didn't even know Y/N's name before she knew all about Y/N thoughts on her son's rear end.... Releasing a deep sigh Y/N decided there was only one thing left to do in a situation like this. Standing up from her chair she looked at her companions.

"Right, I really just want to say... OH DEAR THE COOKIES ARE BURNING!!!!"

Alarmed, the Shelby women looked towards the oven to make sure the cookies were not in fact burning, and Y/N took her chance to make a break for the door. For someone who despised all things running, she was surprisingly fast.

"I'll just let you deal with that. I gotta get home to make sure my brother has stayed out of the dog food..yeah the dog food. Did I tell you he got dog? Yeah that happened. It was great talking with y'all!! Byeeeeeee!" 

Before the remaining two could even take two steps towards the fleeing girl, the door to the house shut firmly and she was gone. Ada was about to go after her and make sure she was alright. Even if it was funny to see her friend mistake her cousin for her lover, Ada still wanted to make sure she wasn't too embarrassed. Y/N liked to laugh a lot, but Ada was close enough to Y/N to know her laughs also hide her friend's anxiety at times. But Polly stopped her niece by grabbing her arm. 

"Oh don't worry about her."

"Pol you don't understand. I know her and even if she laughed she's dying inside. I need to let her know it's alright."

"No, let her go now. She'll be back," Polly spoke, pointing to the bag sitting by the door belonging to neither her nor her niece, "You and I need to get ready for a night out."

"But Pol. I sti..."

"No buts. You and I are dressing up and going out tonight. No men. Esme and Linda are on their way down too, if Lizzie can keep them from killing each other. So go upstairs and put on the dress you shove in the back of the closet when your brothers are here and get ready. I'll put Karl down and then change into my dress. Michael should be here any minute and we take his car."

"If it's no men then why are we taking Michael's car? And who's going to watch Karl while I'm out? James is gone for the weekend and I don't want to leave him alone if something happens. Besides if that is Y/N's pack she will be back tonight. It probably has her keys in it and she needs to get in. Someone should be here when she gets them."

Polly smirked a smirk only she could pull off.

"Ada dear I said WE'RE taking Michael's Car. I never said he was coming with us....

Part 2

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[notyour-valentine]

Michael Gray x Milf!Reader ~ Headcanon

Note: Too long ago @sonichkkaaascreams snowed into my inbox with the idea of the Shelby!boys x Milf and I do still have an idea for a multi!part series in the back of my mind, I didn't want to keep her waiting so I will publish both this and one for John, Tommy and Arthur. This is my first time writing for Michael!

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes. Here is my Masterlist

Warning: As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Expect canon confirming tone, language and depiction of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Request: @sonichkkaaascreams

Wordcount: 530

Tommy had known you forever and trusted you to fill the position in Boston Ada had vacated upon her return to England

He offers good pay and perhaps a change of tapestry will do you good and so you take your boy and move across the sea. 

There is a nice house with a cook and maids, and a beautiful garden, with flowers and trees and gardeners to keep it all in line, and a shiny new car, with drivers to take you wherever you want, just waiting for you - provided by Tommy Shelby

At first, life in Boston is terribly exciting, both for you and your son, but no matter what, you miss home a little

So does Tommy’s young cousin Michael who had been sent over too, to watch over this side of the Shelby Company’s business

He is younger than you and ought to find the whole city and the high society girls in it just ripe for the picking, but you can’t miss his unhappiness, nor how he, instead of nursing a hangover, prefers to sit at your dining room table for sunday breakfasts with you and your son

Or how he would rather take him (and you) to a baseball game than to go dancing in the city

You don’t mind - he is a decent young man and is good with your son

Once, when you felt like he had been wasting his time at your house instead of going out and enjoying his youth, he confessed that he used to have a brother and that he missed it, missed playing football in the garden until his trousers were green and dirty, missed having someone to motivate for all sorts of mischief, missed having someone look up to him

The three of you take lots of trips around America during the holidays to see the country, from the east coast to the west, from the Niagara Falls to the painted facades of New Orleans, the Rocky Mountains or the silver screes in Hollywood

You weren’t born yesterday and so you soon noticed his lingering eyes that were followed by lingering touches on your back or on your arm, nor the way his legs would brush against yours, or how he’d pull you in for dances

At first you are incredibly reluctant, because he is so young, and because you fell like it shouldn’t last. He is just lonely in America, and perhaps you were too

And yet, he was handsome and charming and witty and he made you feel so…glamorous

And consequences, whatever they may be, were far away in England

Why should you two not enjoy yourselves?

So that was exactly what you did, all over the shiny house Tommy had bought you, all throughout the young, wild country Tommy had sent you both to

He had spent the night before the crash in your arms so you were right there when he was called home

You thought that meant that whatever you had was over, after all, it was just a bit of fun, right?

But only when it was time for him to leave, did you realise that Michael had no intention of stopping your affair, in fact- he had nothing but the opposite on his mind and all of the sudden all those possible consequences you thought far away and out of reach became very real indeed

~

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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[bad268]

Hi! So for a request for ransoms characters you would write for would you write something for either Michael Gray x reader of Finn Shelby x reader where reader gets a camera and is super excited to show it to her bf. So she goes and takes a bunch of photos 1 day with him of random things (him, his friends, the car, Cyril, etc) later when she’s developing them she realises that he took some cute photos of her and him when she wasn’t looking❤️❤️

Anything for You (Michael Gray X Reader)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Requested: Clearly (I strayed a little, but I hope you still like it <3 Also, happy new year everybody!)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/Your

W.C. 1441

Summary: The reader (gn) gets a new camera for their birthday, and they receive a surprise upon developing the pictures.

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Peaky Characters)

You were a photographer at heart, that’s what everyone told you. You had taken an interest in photography when you were really young. Your parents had an obsession with getting family pictures every year, but you hated how big and heavy the cameras were. When you turned 16, Kodak revealed a small, handheld, portable version of his original camera. You bought the cheapest one you could find, and the rest was history.

You knew this would be how you make a living for yourself; by taking pictures, and it was through this that you met your boyfriend, Michael. He had been looking to get some pictures made for his mom and came across you at a nearby market. You were already taking pictures of the landscape, so he just approached you.

“Do you do that professionally?” He asked.

Being only 17 at the time, you shook your head. “No, I’m not. Just practicing, but hopefully, one day I will be able to do it professionally,” You answered with a smile.

“Oh no worries, love,” he responded with a smile as well before holding his hand out, “My name is Michael Johnson. Who might you be?”

“Oh, I’m Y/N L/N,” You shook his hand. He pulled it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“If you’d be interested in practicing portraits, my mother is looking to get some family pictures done soon,” He offered, and the rest was history.

You were by his side for everything from his brother’s birthday to when his apparent ‘uncle’ showed up at the farm. You stayed by his side even when he moved to Small Heath with his birth mother, Polly, and became a member of the Peaky Blinders. While it may not have been the safest option for him, you stayed by his side through it all.

And even though he was in a dangerous gang, that did not stop you from continuing your passion, and he did not try to stop you. He actually encouraged it! He knew how hectic and demanding his family was, so anytime you could sneak away to do what you loved to do was a semblance of normality.

However, you noticed that your camera was starting to deteriorate, so you made a small comment about it to Michael. You said how the pictures were not coming out as clear as they used to, and it was just a generally old camera. Almost immediately after you mentioned it, Michael ran to the store in search of a brand new camera for your birthday. He ended up finding a prototype Kodak that looked more advanced than any other camera he had ever seen, so he was excited to see your reaction.

“Happy birthday, my love,” He greeted you with a kiss as soon as you woke up. You returned the kiss as you sat up in the bed. “How did you sleep?”

“Great, I had you next to me the whole night,” You laughed back, placing a kiss on his cheek. “But what are we doing today? Family meeting or something illegal?”

“No,” He chuckled while shaking his head. He leaned back to grab a wrapped box from under his bed. Then, he handed it over to you. “Start with this.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything, love!” You exclaimed, ripping through the packaging immediately. He laughed at your antics as he collected the wrapping. Once you registered what it was, you let out a gasp, “No way! This must’ve cost a fortune!”

“That’s for me to know, and you to never find out,” He laughed, pulling you into his arms. He place a few kisses on your temples as you buried your face in his neck, muttering ‘thank you’s. “I’d do anything for you, love. Now, come on! Let’s go take some pictures!”

You did not need to be told twice as you were out of the bed and in the restroom in a blink of an eye, and you two were on your out the door within 20 minutes. You took his hand and led him through the streets on Small Heath. Passing by the betting shop, the Garrison, and you did not stop until you reached the waterfront because that was one place you had always wanted to take pictures.

“Go,” You pointed toward the shoreline. Michael looked skeptical, but before he could complain, you continued, “You are my muse. If I want my first pictures on my new camera to be of you, who are you to stand in my way?” That was all it took for him to be convinced.

You were out there all day. You were taking as many pictures as possible before the sun went down, and once it did, you both made your way to the Garrison where you met up with his cousins and mother for drinks.

Unfortunately, the next day, you had to get back to work. The betting shop was not going to run itself, and Michael needed to get back to his Peaky Blinders business. What you did not know was that Michael was working in the betting shop that day, and he dedicated his time to taking candid photos of you throughout the day. Polly, Esme, and Lizzie caught him a few times, but he signaled them to not say anything. You would just randomly hear them laughing before suddenly stopping when you ask them what is so funny.

You tried to ask Michael about his day when you go back to his room, but he just responded with extremely vague terms. That just made you assume that it was a bad day, so you did not press him any further. Climbing into bed, you let it go.

About a week later, you remembered all of the pictures you took at the waterline, and decided you would go get the pictures developed. You went to a little shop around the corner from the Garrison to get them printed. The lady running the shop said she would expedite your prints, but it would still take a couple of days to get them all. Confused as you did not remember taking that many pictures, you still accepted before leaving.

You stopped at the Garrison where Michael, Isaiah, and Finn were laughing at one of the tables, so you decided to join them for a drink. Polly and Esme did not expect you back at the shop for another hour, so you had time to kill.

“What made you stop by here?” Michael asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you took a drink of his whiskey. “Hey, that’s mine! If you want one, get your own!”

“I don’t want a whole drink,” You deadpanned, “Plus, I still need to go back to the shop after this. I was getting photos developed, but the lady said she couldn’t get ‘em all done today, so I’ll have to go back in a couple of days.”

“Oh,” he laughed.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” You accused.

“No, I don't think I do.”

Well, he lied. When you went back to pick up the developed photos three days later, you saw the pictures of Michael you took on your birthday as well as some candid pictures of you around the betting shop. Some were really cute and some were random but you knew immediately that Michael had taken all of them.

You were sitting on your bed, looking through the pictures, when Michael walked in. As soon as he registered what was in your hands, he started laughing as the first one he saw was you yawning. “You like those pictures, love?”

“I won't lie, some are cute,” You admitted as he sat next to you looking through all of the pictures. You ended up finding one that was stuck to the back of another one, and it was a candid of you and Michael. He was caging you in with his arms against the wall as he kissed your forehead. Immediately, you knew Polly or Esme must have taken it as it was taken from the end of the corridor. “This one, though. This one is my favorite.”

“That one is pretty cute,” He said, taking it from you, and leaning it on your vanity. “Is it safe to assume you like the camera?”

“Like it? I love it! Michael, I love you so much! Thank you for the best gift ever,” You said, setting the photos to the side as you buried yourself in his side. He returned the hug, placing multiple kisses along the crown of your head.

“Anything for you, love.”

~~~~~

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[amazingmaeve]

KIN (1/?)

Michael Gray (Henry Johnson) x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: meeting henry johnson in the small village that she lived in was the best thing that happened to Y/N. he was always there for her ever since she was little. they were each other’s first everything’s. unfortunately this lead to a pregnancy that y/n’s afraid to tell him about.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: talks of sex, unplanned pregnancy, talks of abortion, angst, fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1437

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: don’t worry im not advocating for teenage pregnancy but back in a those times, there were less contraceptives. there are also these terrible myths about pregnancy AND abortion back then as well. don’t worry im pro choice I didn’t know if I worded this weirdly so I just wanted to come out and say it. also got the gifs and the idea from @blueeyedheizer

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Y/N stared at her shaking hands trying to control her breathing as she stood in front of the house, the destination she was arriving at. She had just gotten into a huge argument with her mother and she was left with tears streaming down the apple of her cheeks. Y/N didn’t want this to end in an argument with her mother since she thought her mother would always be there for her, but it was apparent that her mother wouldn’t want someone like her in the family.

The Johnsons' house stood tall in front of her, even though the house wasn’t that big or even scary but at that moment everything was starting to scare. After her mothers reaction she didn’t want to see Henrys’ reaction or even his families. But she told herself to swallow the fear and tell Henry. Y/N knew deep down that he wouldn’t be mad, but the sound of her screaming mother drowned out every rational thought she had in the moment.

Henry and her knew each other since they were toddlers, they grew up with each other and became best of friends. That was until puberty kicked in and everything changed in that moment. When she was 15, she and Henry were sitting on grass and at the root was an old tree that they sat at all the time when they were taking a break from chores or school work. Y/N remembers this like it was yesterday, their first kiss. Obviously it was awkward neither of them knew which way to go, so they just sat there moving their lips until they needed to pull away. Also Y/N didn’t know what to do with her hands so she just kept them buried in the grass while Henries went to her cheek. It was something that they laughed at often.

They were each other’s first everything which led to her predicament she is in right now. As any normal horny teenagers they obviously couldn’t keep their hands off each other, until one day they just decided to have sex. Y/N was nervous not because of Henry but her mom told her horror stories that she would get pregnant and no matter what if the guy wasn’t around then to abort it, or diseases but she knew that Henry hadn’t done anything with anyone else so that wasn't the biggest of her concerns.

Now 4 months later she took notice that she hadn’t had her monthly visitor which made her heart drop to her stomach. She had been so consumed with working and helping her family she totally forgot about that.

Turns out she was pregnant.

Her parents knew it was probably Henry's baby but that didn’t make them any less mad. They were the type of parents who didn’t believe in sex before marriage and that it was a sin. So Y/N wasn’t entirely surprised when they kicked her out of the house telling her that they didn’t want a whore for a daughter. No matter what she never thought she’d hear her parents say those words to her and it didn’t stop the tears from falling and they didn’t even look fazed.

She let out a shaky breath and looked around to see if she could find Henry or a family member. When she spotted Henry by the tree where they sit, wrapped in each other's arms as they watched the sunset. When he saw he waved at her and signaled her to come over. She gave him a smile as she swallowed tears back and began to walk to where he was standing.

“Hey you,” Henry whispered, pulling Y/N into a hug when she was at arm's length. Letting out a sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into the crook of his neck. He planted a tiny kiss on her forehead. That was apparently enough for some tears to escape from the corner of her eyes.

“Hey,” Y/N replied with a shakiness to her voice. She was praying he didn’t notice but today was not her day was it.

“What’s wrong sweetheart,” Henry asked with an urgency in his face as he pulled back from the hug and noticed the tears in her eyes. He sighed, planting one of his hands on her cheeks and used his thumb to wipe a stray tear that cascaded down her cheek. Henry knew this was about her family, since they could be quite mean and Y/N a sensitive girl. ”Come on, you know you can tell me anything you love,” He smiled, trying to get something out of her.

“You’ll be mad,” Y/N whispered as more tears kept flowing out, she couldn’t stop it now.

“How could I ever be mad at you,” Henry replied, grabbing both of her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. When she didn’t reply and more tears kept coming he bit his lip trying to figure out what to do. “Remember when you forgot about the date that I planned? Did I get angry then? Or when you stole the apple I picked from the tree? Come on there isn’t anything In the world you could do to make me mad at you,” Henry explained leaning down a little to meet her eyes. He smiled in relief when she gave him a tight smile.

“Don’t say anything Henry there’s probably a few things that you could get angry at me for,” Y/N replied with a lighthearted tone in her voice.

“But I know you, this is something about you or something to do with your family,” Henry explained.

“Fuck you know me so well,” Y/N cursed removing one of her hands to put on her forehead and let out a little laugh.

“Well I have known you since we were 3. It would be wrong of me not to know when somethings wrong with you sweetheart,” Henry replied with a reassuring smile. Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/N whispered looking down at the grass where there were a few flowers growing. His hand still was on hers as she stared at the ground.

“Are-are you sure,” Henry stuttered a bit which made Y/N bit the inside her cheek and nodded.

“Me and my mum went to the doctors and they confirmed it. 4 months,” Y/N blew out some air after that feeling the stress start to crowd her.

“I’m guessing your mom wasn't happy about this,” Henry shakily asked.

“Yeah she kinda kicked me out, dad said they didn’t want a whore for a daughter,” Y/N let out a dry laugh as she wiped the tears away from her eyes.

“Hey you’re not a whore, don’t let your asshole of a dad plant these ideas into your head,” Henry sternly said while his hands cupped her cheeks.

“But it’s true Henry, I’m pregnant at 17 years old while not even married yet,” Y/N whimpered as tears began to come out more and more.

Henry sighed and brought Y/N in for a deep hug which she reciprocated. Tucking her head into his chest she finally let the tears out as she sobbed against his shirt. His hands lightly caressing her lower back trying to calm her down.

“It doesn’t matter what they think, if they can just kick their daughter out over something that could bring joy into the world, then they aren’t even the best of the parents,” Henry whispered into her ear as her sobs began to let down. A few minutes later she finally sighed and removed her head.

“I got your shirt wet,” Y/N let out a tiny laugh which made Henry smile.

“There’s the girl I know and love,” Henry grinned, tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, making her heart race. Even to this day he could make butterflies gather in her stomach.

“What are we gonna do Henry? We have to have some sort of plan,” Y/N explained, biting her lip.

“We’ll figure that out later, let's just go inside and relax for the moment, okay sweetheart?” Henry asked, quirking one eyebrow and letting out a sigh of relief when she nodded. Y/N knew that his family would take this better than her family which let relief sink inside her.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her to the house where she noticed a car that didn’t look like it was around here but she ignored that as Henry pulled her into the house.

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