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[zanephillips]

FINN COLE Animal Kingdom 3.07 "Low Man"

[tvinspo]

Animal Kingdom (2016–2022)

[roguerogerss]

Show You How Much I Love You

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

W/C: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT!!, the second half is just sex, bit of a praise kink, talk of injuries and blood (not related to the smut!)

Description: After Michael gets shot, you’ve been visiting him in the hospital every day. He has a realisation on his last day there, and when you get home, he shows you how much he’s missed you.

(took a lil break from writing tommy all the time - he will be back! promise! - and did a lil spin for michael. i’ve been OBSESSED with both of them recently. so proud of the smut in this bc it’s literally only my second full on smut!!! let me know what u think babes! b back with tommy shtuff sooooon)

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You hated the hospital. The building always smelled of antiseptic, slightly bitter, but with the added scent of artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaning products. And what was worse, the smell would linger on your clothes and in your hair, even hours after you'd left, and you'd have to bathe after every time you visited, to avoid going to bed smelling like death.

"Morning, Miss L/N." The nurses had gotten to know you over the last five weeks, and they'd always greet you when you came to visit. As much as you hated the hospital, and it's smell, the nurses made your visits very slightly more bareable.

"Good morning, Margaret." You sighed, smoothing your hair down and fixing the fur collar of your coat. "How is he, today?"

"He's had some great news today, ma'am. I think you'll be delighted." Margaret smoothed a hand over your back and then hurried off, the nurses were always on the run. You wondered what news your boyfriend could possibly have gotten that would've delighted you, considering all you'd had the past five weeks was more death, upset, and terrible news.

You climbed the stairs, still fussing over your hair, and your coat, and pulling out a small, pocket mirror to fix your lipstick in. You always ended up going to the hospital dressed like a model, because Michael had told you the first time that seeing you all dressed up had been the only thing he was looking forward to.

You plucked a cigarette from your pocket, and balanced it between your lips as you reached his room, "Miss L/N! No smoking, please! It's not allowed.", You waved the nurse off.

You took a slow drag from your cigarette, filling your lungs, and then pushed the door to Michael's room open. You beamed when you saw him, standing by his bed, something he hadn't done for the entirety of his time in recovery.

He held his arms out when he saw your smile, smiling himself, as though he was presenting a gift to you. "Well?"

"Oh my God, Michael!" You ran for him, giggling as you did, and you were met with a grunt when you dived into his arms. Michael stumbled backwards slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, before regaining his balance. His chest stung in all the places he'd been shot, but he didn't care too much. You looked so happy, something you hadn't been since finding out about the mafia, and he wasn't going to take that away from you.

"Jesus." He laughed at your excitement, "I'm still sore, sweetheart."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just...You look so much better."

"I feel better. They've been doing physical therapy the past few days, getting me up on my feet, finally got up on my own today."

"Margaret told me you'd had good news, was it this?"

"This, and," He reached behind him and produced a piece of paper from the bedside cabinet. The words "Discharge Notice" were printed in black at the top of the page. "This."

You gasped, "You're getting out? Today?"

"Yes." He nodded, and you clasped a hand over your mouth, ready to squeal with excitement. Michael interrupted, grasping your wrist between his fingers, "But, love, I'd have to stay with you, so it's only if you'll have me. If it'll be too much of a bother, I can stay here-"

"Michael, don't be daft." You moved your hand from your mouth, to press each palm to Michael's cheeks. "Of course I'll have you. It'd be my pleasure."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, so that your noses were touching. "Are you sure? It's not going to be pretty for the first couple of weeks. Changing bandages, cleaning bullet holes-"

"Michael." You interrupted him quickly, thumb swiping over a small, stitched scar on his cheek. "Of course I'm sure. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we moved in together, anyway, wasn't it? I suppose, it's not under the circumstances we'd like it to have been, but I want to do it."

A comfortable silence fell on the room, Michael was simply smiling, green eyes exploring yours. You ran your fingers over the new scars on his face, and found yourself frowning when you reached a particularly deep one, straight through his eyebrow. He breathed out, "I love you, so much."

You'd never heard anyone say anything with such passion, but Michael had never meant something more in his life. Tommy always spoke about feeling like you'd been pardoned by God when you should've died, and everything else being extra, borrowed time. He didn't think he could live another day without helping you to feel exactly how much you meant to him.

"I love you too, Michael." He was hardly listening to you, just thinking about things he needed to say to you.

"More than anything, you know that, don't you?" He continued. You looked at him, eyes full of concern.

"What's going on?" You were convinced there was something really wrong that he wasn't telling you about.

"Nothing's going on, my love." Michael smoothed your hair down comfortingly, chewing on the side of his lip while he thought about what to say next. "I nearly died, Y/N. I should've died, John did, and he didn't get to tell Esmé that he loved her again. I need you to know what you mean to me. Need you to know how much I love you."

He let his forehead fall against yours, sighed, and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears were threatening to fall, and he knew you'd get upset if you saw him cry. But you'd already sensed he was unsettled, and you pressed your lips to his cheek, and then to his nose, and then to his lips, he loved how loving you were.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. As soon as I can, I'll help you around the house, I'll do everything I can for you." He clasped his hands together at the back of your neck, holding you far enough away that he could really look at you, breaths slightly shaky. "And when I'm better, really better, I mean, I want to marry you."

Your eyes widened, you supposed you might've looked scared to anyone who didn't know you too well. "Michael-"

"I'm serious. If I asked you, right now, to be my wife-"

You shook your head, a grin making it's way onto your face now. "Michael-"

"Will you marry me?" He sounded so serious. You'd spoken about getting married before, and you'd both meant what you'd said, but you hadn't expected he'd ask you so soon. You'd been together just over a year, but you were both still young, and nearly four months of your relationship had just been casual nights together.

"Are you proposing to me?" You were really smiling now. As much as you were young, and as much as you hadn't quite expected this, you were excited. Of course you wanted to marry Michael.

"If that's what you want this to be." He was smiling down at you, grasping both of your hands in his own. He’d have gotten down on one knee if he could’ve, and he felt a slight pang of guilt knowing this wasn’t quite the proposal you’d probably hoped for.

But you didn’t care. Growing up, you’d wanted a big wedding, with a big proposal beforehand, but having someone who you loved as much as you loved Michael, he could’ve proposed to you at a funeral and you’d have said yes. “Well, if that's what's happening, then yes."

"You'll marry me?" The surprise in his voice was completely unmasked. He’d had no idea you’d actually say yes.

"Yes. Yes, Michael, I'll marry you." You felt yourself doing a little jump up and down out of excitement.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!"

Michael arms were around your waist, now, picking you up from the ground and kissing you, completely ignoring the burn in his chest. Your lips always felt made for eachother when he kissed you, and this time was no different, if not even better. You hadn’t been kissing him half as much as you normally would, what with everything going on, and it almost felt desperate, needy.

"Tomorrow, I'll go out, and I'll buy you a ring, alright? Tommy owes me money, I'll use that to buy you the biggest one I can find." You laughed at Michael's excitement. "But this is official. We're engaged, love."

"We're engaged." You repeated, tears in your eyes, and let Michael take your face in his hands and kiss you again. You couldn't quite believe what had just happened - truth be told, neither could Michael - and you certainly didn't ever expect it to happen in a hospital room, but you were excited nonetheless.

"Come on, I've got all of my things packed, let's go home."

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As soon as you stepped through the door to your apartment, you were apologising to Michael for the "state of the place". You weren't entirely used to having him round, and so felt you had to explain the little messes that you'd often leave laying around.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess. I've not been home too often. And it's not as big as yours, I know-"

Michael stopped you before you rambled on about how the fireplace wasn't lit, and you hadn't washed your dishes from that morning, and how you'd left all of your makeup out on the bathroom vanity because you hadn't time to put it away.

"Stop it." He soothed you, pressing a finger to your lips and looking around at your ground floor flat. It certainly wasn't much, but he actually liked your house better than his own. It was smaller, and therefore cozier, and he found the looks he got from neighbours the morning after you'd slept together funny, knowing they'd heard you screaming his name the night before. "It's perfect."

You smiled, half-heartedly, and gestured to the living room doorway, "Here, you can lay down on the sofa, and I can make some lunch. What would you like? Oh, and when do I have to change your bandages, do you remember?" You swung open the kitchen cabinet, searching through the groceries you'd bought the day before. "I'm not sure what I could make. I can go to the store, I think it should still be open-"

"Love, stop." Michael stepped closer to you, hands settling on each of your shoulders. "Just take a minute, calm down, we've got time."

"I know. I know, I just-"

"Don't." He let a hand slip down your arm and into your own, "You've said yes to marrying me today, I'm very much happy dealing with your unwashed dishes, and you can make me lunch any time, now, okay? I'm here to stay."

"Come on, fiancé." Michael grinned at you. "Lay with me, please? Missed you."

You sighed, and turned to close the cabinet door behind you. You were quick to stress yourself out, and normally you'd argue that you couldn't just lay down and forget about the things you needed to do, but you'd missed him too. "Okay."

Michael led you down the hallway and into your bedroom, he'd been here before, but you'd spend most of your time together at his house or at the office, so it felt strange having him in your bedroom. He was one to make himself at home, and today was no different. As soon as he reached your bed, the shirt that he was wearing was unbuttoned and on the floor, and he was sprawled out on top of the sheets, gesturing for you to join him.

You tried to lay down next to him, but he had other plans, hands reaching out to grip your hips and pull you on top of him, one knee on either side of his torso. "Michael!" You giggled.

"Oh, come on. I haven't had any time alone with you in over a month." His hands started to make their way under your dress, and you almost let him, until you snapped back to reality and noticed the bandage wrapped around his body.

"I know." You wanted to, you really wanted to, but you found yourself smacking his hand away before he was able to get past your thigh. "But you're still recovering."

"I'm fit enough." He raised an eyebrow at you, and you were certainly considering it. He could definitely be very convincing, when he wanted to.

"Are you sure?" You stuck your bottom lip out, pouting at him.

"I'm sure, baby." His hands found their way to your waist, and he was looking up at you with what you could only describe as hunger in his eyes, jaw clenched. He made it so hard for you to say no. "Come on, let me prove it to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

"I don't know, Michael-"

"Please, sweetheart." He interrupted you, "Missed your body. Been so desperate for you."

Hearing him say he was desperate for you had a knot growing in your stomach. You sighed, weighing up the options you had, but ultimately deciding that you'd both be unable to think about anything else if you didn't have sex.

"Okay. Alright, but if you feel like you need to stop, you stop. Okay?"

"I will. Thank you, darling." You could feel him hardening through his trousers, and it had you biting down hard on your lips, having been waiting for this moment to come since he could sit up straight. He'd teased you while in the hospital, talked dirty, touched you every now and again, but it was hard to find a time when a nurse wasn't going to walk in and scold him for being too active, and Polly wasn't going to come in for a visit. "Now, come here."

He pushed himself up, back against the headboard, and dipped his head to connect your lips. It was fast, rough, a clash of teeth and tongue and lips, he'd missed you, and you were making it clear that you'd thought about him for the entire time he'd been in the hospital.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer so that you were chest to chest. He could feel his wounds burning when your torso collided with his, but the taste of your lips on his and the feeling of having you so close again quickly dissolved any discomfort he felt.

He was so needy for you, hips bucking upwards to meet yours, hands sliding down to grip your hips, you thought it was the hottest you'd ever seen him. "Fuck, Michael." You gasped out as his lips found your neck, head falling back.

He groaned at the sound of you moaning for him, he'd been waiting to touch you for so long. "Need you, pretty girl. We've got plenty of time for other things later, but I need to be inside you right now."

You didn't need to say another word, you simply nodded and helped him to unbuckle his belt while you hiked your dress up above your waist. His fingers grazed over your lingerie, and you mewled, the feeling almost too much. "Jesus, baby, you're so wet already. Haven't even done anything yet."

"Missed you so much, Michael." You breathed out, an answer to his statement, and simply a statement in itself.

"Missed you too, princess." You loved when he called you pet names.

You watched as he freed himself from his underwear, and his cock sprung up, hard and ready for you. "You're hard already." You mocked his words, and he laughed.

Neither of you wasted any time with foreplay, your panties were ripped off and on the floor with one flick of Michael's wrist, and he was lifting you off of him slightly, and guiding you back down onto his cock.

The feeling of him sliding into you again was euphoric for both of you. You hadn't had sex in more than a month, as opposed to usually being borderline sex addicts, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

You both let out pornographic moans as he bottomed out, Michael's face said it all. His mouth hung open, eyebrows knitted together, eyes wide, you were so tight, he could've came at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

"Fuck, not gonna last long, honey." His forehead fell against yours and he screwed his eyes shut, just revelling in how good you felt around him. "Are you alright?" He asked, hand holding and stroking your waist lovingly. He was big, and you were so used to him before that you hardly needed any time to adjust, but with being away from eachother for so long, he was almost too much to handle.

"I'm okay. Give me a second. Feel so full." You were breathing heavily, shifting around. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, just a lot to take.

Michael ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you and pressing kisses to your forehead. "Taking me so well, baby. Just take your time."

"Fuck," You moaned, you loved when he was sweet to you in bed. You'd told him months ago that you thought it might've been your biggest turn on. "You can move."

Michael looked up at you, just for an extra check that you were truly alright, and, upon finding no sign that you weren't, bucked his hips up to meet yours. You almost screamed, he knew exactly what spots to hit, and he did every time without fail.

You bounced on him, his hands helping you, lifting you off of him and bringing you straight back down at new angles every time. "You feel so good, Mike."

"Fuck, good girl. That's a good girl." Michael let his forehead drop onto your collarbone, watching your tits bounce up and down. You were so beautiful, he often wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So, so good. Missed your cock so much. Love it so much." Your words were slightly slurred, eyes starting to droop. He loved watching you, how much of a mess you'd get, just from riding his cock.

His hands found your tits, massaging them and twisting your nipples, which always had you screaming for him, and today was no different. "Feel good?"

"Feels fucking amazing." He thrust into you at just the right angle, which had you gasping and digging your nails into his back, leaving little red half moons on his shoulder blades. "Oh, right there, Mike.”

"Shit, baby, are you close?" You were clenching around him so tightly, "Can feel it, you're close."

"I'm so close." You moaned, you were certain your upstairs neighbours would hear you, the walls and ceilings were thin, and Michael was making you yell out in pleasure.

"Me too. Almost there, sweetheart. Hang on for me." He increased his speed, making it even harder for you to hold on, and making your moans fall from your lips even louder than before.

"I don't think I can, Mike." Your legs were shaking like crazy, and you could feel his dick tensing inside of you. You needed to come so badly.

"I said hold on. You can hold it." His face was stern as he said it, dominant side coming out as he grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto him, bucking his hips at the same time. He was going to make this so good for you.

"Fuck, Michael, please." You threw your head back. You felt his cock twitch, and a loud moan come from him, he was going to come.

"Alright, baby, come. Come with me."

Your throat was hoarse from moaning as loudly as you were, but it didn't stop you from screaming his name as your walls tightened around him and you came undone. The feeling of his cum painting your insides never got old, always made you feel like you could go at least another few rounds.

"Oh my God." You panted, collapsing onto his chest as he lay back on the bed. You both lay there, breathing heavily, sweaty messes, for a few minutes. You didn't think you could move very far, your legs were shaking against him.

"Jesus, have I missed this." Michael kissed the top of your head through quick, harsh breaths.

"I've missed this so much." You agreed, heart pounding.

You lifted your head, just enough to see that there were a few speckles of blood seeping through the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. "You're bleeding, baby. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He nodded, and reached over to your bedside cabinet to grab the small alarm clock that sat there. It read two o’clock. Michael grinned at you.

"Time to change the bandages."

[mydear-corinthian]

MASTERLIST : PEAKY BLINDERS

Main Masterlist here.

Notice: This will be updated once every new post is posted. Last Update: 5/20/2024

THOMAS "TOMMY" SHELBY ★ Attention - smut ↳ You're a jazz singer and you were invited to Tommy's brother's wedding and you caught his attention. ★ Protection - angst & fluff ↳ You were protecting your son, Charlie when Billy Kimber's men ambushed your shared home. ★ Dirty Diana - smut ↳ After the war, you and Tommy were separated leaving you in London alone with no money at all. ★ Welcome to Burlesque - smut ↳ Tommy attends to this new burlesque club and he didn't expect to see you there. ★ Phone Call - smut ↳ Tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.

JOHN SHELBY ★ Defense - angst & fluff ↳ Defending John during the ambush of Changretta's men in your home. 

ARTHUR SHELBY ★ N/A

MICHAEL GRAY ★ Dirty Little Thoughts - smut ↳ You and Michael can't control thinking about all the dirtiest thoughts you can think of each other.

SISTER! READER ★ A Peaky Blinder - fluff ↳ You encountering an assaulter while drinking on the Garrison pub. ★ Fainting - angst & fluff ↳ How they react when you faint. ★ Bait - angst ↳ Reader went out partying and the Shelby family's enemy attacked her.

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[thegarrisonpub]

Peaky Blinders | 2x05

[obsessedwithhotmen]

⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Beautiful Reminders -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x reader

⇾ Summary: Michael wants to apologise.

⇾ Warning: no warnings, just a cute fic

It was a long day at the flower shop, a slow day. You spent most of the day speaking with your coworker and making up bouquets to add to the numerous collections. “Oh! I just remembered. There was a boy that stopped by earlier, he was asking for you.” Jane, your coworker, suddenly said. You hummed, asking for a description of the boy to see who it could be. “He was young, around your age, doesn’t quite look like he’s from Birmingham. Had blonde hair and blue eyes. A charming smile. Cute.” She listed off, smirking at you as she nudged your shoulder.

Your thoughts immediately drifted to the Peaky Blinders that had only been in Small Heath for a couple of weeks. You weren’t close with the boy, but you had met him on numerous occasions, the more recent one not going to plan. A fight had broke out between him and an older man, resulting in your night being cut early after Michael walked you home. Since then, you were yet to see him again.

“Sound familiar?” Your coworker teased, wanting to know all the gossip about the cute boy asking around for you.

“I’m not sure, Jane. There are a lot of people that could match the description.” You shrugged off nonchalantly.

“Please, no man around here looks nearly as good as that.” She grumbled.

The two of you continued with some small talking, hoping to pass the time, when suddenly she let out a gasp. “There he is!” She exclaimed.

You looked up right as the bell above the door rung, signalling a customer, and your eyes found the blue eyed, blonde boy with the charming smile that Jane had been speaking of. “Y/n…” Michael greeted, taking off his cap as he walked up to the counter.

“Michael…?” You trailed off, wondering what it was so that he wanted.

Michael glanced over at Jane who was stood beside you with a cheeky smile. “Alright, I’ll give you two some space.” She sighed dramatically, exiting out the back door. “You’ve been asking around for me.” You stated.

“Yes, I have been.” He answered, nodding his head. “I just wanted to apologise for the other night. It didn’t end the way I expected it to, and I was hoping that maybe we could have a redo?” He apologised, suggesting that another date was necessary.

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you for how the night turned out. And yes, I would like to try again.” You were happy to oblige to another date, not finding any faults with the Blinder thus far.

“Great. Awesome.” He smiled a boyish smile. He looked around the shop. “I didn’t know you worked in a flower shop.” He commented.

You hummed. “Yes, I have for a few years now. It’s great.” You replied back.

“Do you have a favourite?” He suddenly asked, turning back around to meet your eyes.

You thought for a second, thinking of every flower in the shop. “Nothing in particular. They’re all pretty.”

“Come on, surely you have a favourite.” He pushed.

“What’s your favourite then?” You retorted, expecting for him to shut down the question as most men did when asked. But, you watched as he walked around the shop, looking at every flower type and bouquets, before stopping in front of one. He picked it up and showed it to you. “And why are those your favourite?” You asked, wanting to hear his reason for choosing those in particular.

“They’re pretty.” He shrugged. “Reminds me of someone beautiful.” He smiled a cheeky smile before holding them out to you. “Pretty flowers for a pretty person.”

A squeal of excitement was heard from the back door, letting you know that Jane was still listening, more than likely with her ear pressed to the door to hear clearer. “Michael…” you trailed off, cheeks heating up at his words. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you held the flowers.

The boy took notice of your flustered state, grinning to himself as he watched you look at the flowers to distract yourself. “What do you say I take you out on that date now?” He suggested, your eyes shot up to meet his, widening in the slightest.

“Now? But I have work.” You reminded him as if you weren’t standing in the very shop that you worked in.

He chuckled, already having an answer for you. “Which is why I talked to your coworker earlier and she gave you permission to leave early.” He replied, Jane walking out as she was mentioned, a cheeky smile on her face as she approached the two of you, excited to see a romance blossom right before her eyes.

“Go on, kids. Go have fun.” Jane said, walking up to you two and pushing you 4th over to the door. “I expect you in again to pay for those flowers though.” She pointed, feigning a glare towards Michael who put his thumbs up.

You felt his hand on your back, hovering lightly as he guided you outside. “I was thinking something along the lines of a picnic?” He suggested. “If not, we can always go out for dinner.” He quickly added, not wanting you to feel pressured to say yes.

“No, the picnic’s fine. I’ve never had a picnic before.” You smiled happily.

Michael took you on the date, out in a field by his mothers house with a picnic basket and a blanket, and after that, the two of you were practically inseparable, wanting to spend every hour of every day together, no matter what.

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[violaobanion]

MICHAEL GRAY Peaky Blinders (2013-2022)

[kiliklarsmeyrin]

Tom Holland & Finn Cole

Les gifs de Tom & Finn sont la propriété de leurs créateurs, que je remercie d'avoir mis en libre-service !

Commande de @lionheart-ress ♥

[forevercillianmurphy]

im sorry, tommy shelby.

- warnings: death, swearing, violence.

- word count: 3.7k

- my own timeline since I haven’t watched past season 2 lol

- Tommy x oc sister !

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rebecca was born on a cloudy day some December 1902, twelve years after the head of the family; thomas shelby was born. ever since that day (and finn's birth) he promised not only himself but his family that he'd take care of them. they were the most important thing in his life, and after the war that never changed. though, it grew harder with the night terrors and feeling as if the two had a bounty on their heads every time they stepped out into good ole birmingham. though, the family never once made it seem that way. the two younglings thought nothing much of it really, thinking that that was how everybody else lived. always having people following them around for protection especially if arthur, john or tommy could not be there. so when rebecca turned 20 in 1922, she did not understand why she couldn't come 'out' to society, like everybody else her age. she did not realize how dangerous it was. because again, her and finn had lived in a bubble; something that polly made sure of.

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the very night she returned home from school that spring, rebecca was fuming, teeth seething and hair falling out of her braided bun, "why on earth can i not take part in the event tom! how else am i supposed to be seen as an adult and not a child?" she demanded, hands on her hips. tommy had watched his youngest sister scream and shout, pull at her hair for the better part of the hour. once she had realized her name wasn't on the list of the debutant ball, she quickly came home to give a piece of her mind to the head of the family. he said nothing, just watching. she stopped her frantic movements, turned back towards tom and shrugged. she was simply giving up, something that she never did. because she was a shelby, fighting till the very last second. tom saw the defeatedness wash over her like a waterfall, and then saw the tears forming in her eyes. oh how he hated to see her or finn cry, especially at the expense of him. she shook her head, knowing he was about to stand up or say something, and she put her hand up. "you don't want me out there, fine. but just know that i will resent you for the rest of my life as i go leave for university this upcoming fall." she paused beginning to walk out. she took one last look at him, "and just know that i wont come back to this shitty hell hole." and with that she left. tom sat there for a few minutes finishing his whisky and freshly lit cigarette. he sighed, looking up at the ceiling knowing that polly was going to be giving him an earful right about - now.

"thomas michael shelby, what the hell is wrong with you?" she quipped, slamming his office door and shaking his now iced glass. "pol-" she cut him off, "don't poll me, boy." she stated promptly and he knew to shut up. "your sister is this close, this close!" she said emphasizing with her fingers. "to slipping away, and do you really want that? really want that boy?" she seethed, "i don't care what you have to say thomas but she is going to that ball whether you like it or not." she said standing her ground, and he knew it was golden. one to be left untouched. he sighed, "but its dangerous." he stated and she shook her head. "if its so dangerous, find a way to make it not dangerous! you have this whole empire, use it for something good." she stated before walking out. tommy rubbed his eyes, before standing up to go speak to arthur and john, who no doubt would be at the garrison. he knew deep down, he had to let rebecca do this and if he didn't he no longer would have a sister.

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rebecca brushed her hair as finn her little brother by 7 years, went on and on about his day at school. she giggled at naiveness and plain stupidness him and his little friends possessed. yet she adored it, and how they still saw life in the most purest form. rebecca on the other hand, her world slowly began cracking a year ago. she accidently walked into the garrison during a 'family meeting' that was in the back and therefore they hadn't heard her. then as they believed her to be sleeping, she heard more speaking and whispers late one night. the world she once saw was not what she saw now. she realized how dark, cruel and unforgiving it could be. so it came to no surprise when her name was not on the damn list but a huge part of her wish it had been. she wanted to be like every other university girl in this town, but she was afraid she'd never be. "alright fi, time to get to bed." she smiled turning around in her vanity chair. fi was a little nickname she gave to him one cold night during the war and it had stuck between the two since. "i don't want to." he huffed, crossing his arms. "you have to, it is quite late. don't let our big scary brother find out i let you stay up past your bedtime." she grinned, running over and tickling him. finn's laugh filled up the room, alerting the whole house he was still awake. francis smiled as she tidied up the kitchen. tommy stirred in his cat nap, feeling a ginormous headache coming on. but as he listened to the laughter and shrieks coming from upstairs his heart softened. his cold and locked heart, always swelled just a bit more when he heard finn's laugh. a contagious one at that.

rebecca shooed the boy after a minute, and wrapped her arms around the almost 13 year old boy. "i cant believe you're going to be 13 in a few days." she hummed, and he started to squirm in her arms. "oi don't become a teenager just yet." she giggled, and he stopped fidgeting. the two sat on her bed for a few minutes more before deciding it was time to get him to bed, "come on love, time to go to sleep." she said letting him get off of her lap. he yawned, and she grinned knowing full well he'd been trying to hide his exhaustion so the two could stay up just a bit more to talk. rebecca was truly all finn knew, he was only 8 when the boys went off to war and when they came back it was a shell of what they had been. rebecca cared for him like he was her own for as long as she could remember. just as tommy thought of her and finn as his own, sometimes. "come on." she whispered, taking ahold of his hand and walking towards the conjoined rooms that were separated by a thin wall and door.

tommy heard from his office the fight that finn was putting up and then it stopped, and he smiled softly knowing his exhaustion finally won. he'd always have trouble getting finn to sleep especially when everybody was over but rebecca - becs - always had a way with him. she was soft, kind, heart warming and gave the best hugs in the world. oh, and a cookie here and there. he looked at the grandfather clock in his office and decided it was late enough, and that he'd finish everything in the morning. he slowly walked upstairs, saying goodnight to francis and he stopped without knowing in front of rebecca's door. he heard her mingling about, getting ready for the next morning and trying to find her one book she'd hid without realizing. he knocked softly on her door, and she knew who it was. she walked over to her door, and opened it to reveal and tired and somewhat bothered tom shelby. she rolled her eyes, and walked towards her bed. he took that as a cue to walk in, and she faced him once she sat on her bed. she sat pretzel style, waiting for him to speak.

"becs, there are things-" she cut him off, "cut the bullshit tom. i don't want excuses." she said coldly and his eyebrows knit together in confusion and then in understanding. "you know?" he asked almost in disbelief and she rolled her eyes again, nodding. "when?" he asked, trying to figure out when she'd heard things. "the garrison last September, right before university started. then again over winter break, here at the house. and then last week when i woke up from a nap." she explained and he stood there processing it. "i know you've tried to keep me and finn safe but tommy." she paused, and he looked up at the nickname. "you cant keep my cooped up here forever. i cant live like this nor will you be able to when I've turned this house upside down." she said a bit lightheartedly. he grinned, "its not like you haven't don't that already." and she smirked. "i am the only female in this bloodline, it was to be expected." she smiled, a genuine smile. "and the only blonde and blue eyed one." he said and she pointed at him, in agreement. he looked down, and thoughts plagued his mind. "tommy...i need to do this. you need to let me do this, i cant stay in birmingham forever. i want a life outside of this place, i dream of faraway places. i dream of chicago or los angeles, i dream of a air so clean it hurts. i dream of a place where i don't fear to step out of my house, where i can be who i want to be, wild and free." she paused as tommy looked up. "i want the fairytales mum used to say and the one's aunt pol spoke about...i want my prince charming far, far away from here. you-you need to let me go tommy. or ill never escape this thing- this place." she said saying the words he'd longed to hear. just not the america part.

"okay." he simply stated, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "ok-ay?" she questioned, and he nodded. "okay." he repeated. she felt her heart flutter and butterflies grow with excitement. she jumped off the bed, and threw her arms around the usually stone cold brother. he froze for a second before chuckling, and wrapped his arms around his baby sister. "thankyou thankyou." she said genuinely, feeling as if she was on top of the world. until she wouldn't be.

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rebecca walked down the stairs to find michael and aunt polly waiting for her, at the bottom. because her brothers were out of the age frame, it was determined that michael would 'send her off' and accompany her that evening. she smiled at michael who truly was her brother, as the two had stuck with one another during the war. and being so close with aunt polly, cemented it further. finn shouted from the top steps as michael was about to walk out with her. "becca wait!" he screamed, and she turned around to see her kid brother rushing to hand her a single rose. she knew exactly where he got it from, mrs.hanovers front garden two blocks over. "oh bubba, thankyou." she smiled hugging him. "i hope you have a good time tonight, and break a lot of hearts." he joked and she giggled nodding. "i love you, don't forget that." finn said pulling her in one last time. she smiled, "i love you too fi." she said before kissing his cheek and michael retook her arm. he hooked his other arm on pollys and the three left finn with franics.

the shelby boys and their partners were already at the grand hall, polly walking in shortly before rebecca and michael would walk in after being announced. he looked down at his cousin who practically was his sister at this point, and he saw the nerves beginning to seep over. she could not shake the feeling of dread, and one of fear. she had woken up during the night in a terror, finn quickly running over to check on her. he'd found her in a cold sweat, heart and mind racing. he held her as she shook, not understanding what her mind was fighting. thoughts so unfathomable for her, and one's that would not be dared to be spoken. michael rubbed her arm, and that comforted the blonde. "thankyou michael again, for doing this." she smiled up at her younger cousin - by only a year he liked to joke. he nodded kissing her temple, and she held on tightly to the rose finn had given her.

polly on the other side of the curtain found the boys and their partners, nodding to tommy who stood just a little taller. grace at his side, smiled softly knowing polly had settled his nerves just a bit. the crowd turned their attention toward the debutants and their partners. the crowd gushed, oohed and ahhed over the affair. it was now rebecca's turn, and she felt butterflies flooding her body. michael winked at her and then they walked out. rebecca's champagne-colored dress dazzled the crowd, her blue stone necklace glinting just a tiny bit in the light. rebecca amelia shelby, the girl who shall not be named was finally being seen by many. the shelby girl kept in the shadows for most of her life, raised by her kid brother and so called addicted aunt, had barely seen the light of day for school. let alone, the slum of birmingham. she smiled widely as the crowd clapped for her like they did for every other young lady tonight. michael walked her over towards the family as he had spotted them rather quickly, while rebecca was lost in her own world. they turned towards the family, as the crowd murmured about the young girl. she would not be forgotten, not now and not ever.

they walked up to the group and john quickly hugged rebecca, then arthur and then tommy who only nodded at her. oh for the love of appearances, rebecca silently cursed. aunt polly gushed about her dress and entrance, to which grace and esme agreed. rebecca thanked the women and turned around to look at the two debutants who had just been introduced. she politely clapped, and quickly found her best friend, olivia who Michael had become quite fond of. "please excuse me." rebecca said to the group before walking over to her and brother. "if it isn't miss beauty-" olivia started, "miss grace-" rebecca giggled. the two had recently become quite fond over america and the idea of the west, and what it could possess. their interest peaked when they saw there was a miss america pagenet and olivia was smitten. "miss united states." olivia whispered the last part causing rebecca to laugh loudly. "so did you tell him?" olivia questioned, eyeing tommy who was also eyeing the two. rebecca shrugged, "you didn't tell him?" olivia eyes went wide. rebecca shook her head, "its not like you haven't talked about since the very day you turned 18 and we were roommates." olivia said as a matter of factly. rebecca sighed, "its not that easy you know him, you know them. they'll never let me go. besides i told him about it awhile ago but i know he hates the idea of me in chicago or los angeles without them." rebecca stated and olivia rolled her eyes. "if i didn't love you as much as a sister, i'd march right up to him and go ballistic. y'know that?" olivia smirked and rebecca nodded. she'd been keeping her best friend at bay for months now.

"besides i just got archie to come with us when we do hit the west." olivia said cheekily and rebecca's eyes went wide. it was true, rebecca was smitten the older boy of two years. she had been for years, and olivia loved to tease her about it. "he's going?" rebecca in a whisper and olivia nodded, "he said he couldn't let his little sister fend for herself without him." and rebecca laughed loudly and boldly at this. arthur and john looked over along with tommy who'd been eyeing her the whole conversation. "see shes having a great time, tommy boy." arthur said clapping a hand on his shoulder. to which, tommy shoved off.

"maybe ill have to get michael to come with or at least visit us until you see how madly in love he is with you." rebecca giggled like a little girl. "rebecca amelia." olivia prompted, and rebecca clicked her tongue. "you twisted girl." olivia said sipping her champagne fluke, and archie gave one to rebecca. she smiled at him and thanked the hazel eyed boy who smiled back at her. "whos the rose from?" olivia asked and rebecca smiled, "finn." she said and olivia gushed. "that's so cute where'd he steal it from?" she teased and rebecca laughed. "mrs hanouver two blocks east." and olivia gasped, "that little grifter." olivia said about finn, and rebecca rolled her eyes. she looked back to see her family dispersing just a bit, while tommy and grace stood in the same place talking to another older couple. "i should head back, but i will see you later...at the after party?" she whispered the last part, and olivia smirked. "don't you know it." she smirked, and then rebecca turned towards archie. "as always it is a pleasure." he smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing it. her cheeks turned crimson and she let it fall to her side before turning around and walking towards tommy and grace. he turned towards her, as she walked up to them. he stopped the conversation short, and grace went to go find polly. tommy gave his sister his full attention, and she smiled. "see? that wasn't so bad." she teased, taking his outstretched arm. he chuckled, knowing that the threat of life was not over and done for the evening.

"so what do you think of the idea of a trip out west this winter?" she said gaging his response. "i heard al capone is a great guy." she teased and he chuckled briefly. he'd been in contact with guys in new york and new jersey and knew just how great of a guy he was. somebody just like tommy but even worse. "tell me why you know who capone is?" he questioned softly and she shrugged, and tommy rolled his eyes now. "oi! don't be rolling your eyes at me." she playfully joked and tommy could not help but crack a little bit more. he just laughed, as the crowd began to disperse into the bigger ballroom to have dinner and have some dancing. tommy and rebecca stood their for a brief moment, looking at one another. he pulled a piece of stray blonde hair behind her ear and questioned softly, "when did you grow up?" and she blushed. "i did a long time ago tommy..you just didn't want to notice." she smiled softly. despite all of the rules and regulations he imposed on her once he came back from the war, she wouldn't have had it any other way. the amount of nights in she received with finn from tommy, and her brothers were ones she was going to cherish. "tommy." she said just as he was about to take another step towards the grander ballroom. he looked back and saw nerves and anxiety plagueing her features. he tried searching her eyes but came up short, "i wanted to let you know that i wasn't joking when i was talking about going west." she began and he felt her slipping, slipping from his fingers. "i am going west once i graduate this spring, olivia and i will be going together." she said not sure of his response. but she never got it. as soon as tommy opened his mouth, he looked forward and saw the commotion that he had worried about. an italian mobster outstretched his hand with a silver weapon, pointing it at tommy. for it to only hit rebecca instead as arthur pushed him over.

chaos rose throughout the hall, as tommy screamed. rebecca fell in his arms as he had tried to push her back behind him. her champagne dress now crimson red. she looked up at tommy, as he cradled her in his arms. she could not hear a thing, as she looked up at him. as he yelled for an ambulance, for somebody to help. she pulled his face to look towards her's, eyes swelling with tears in her blue eyes. she knew these were her last moments, and she did not want them to be filled with the ceiling but on somebody she loved. could of been arthur, michael, finn- anybody. her hand finally unclutched the single rose as polly kneeled down. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" tommy cried looking down at rebecca. he cried, as she was losing her grasp on this world. arthur was the first one to look back at his sister, then john and then michael. it was as if time was frozen, as the four men in her life watched her breathing her last few breathes. "im sorry." tommy whispered again, words spitting with salty tears. rebecca shook her head, "you did-did everything you thought was right. i-i-i could never fault you for that tommy." she said slowly and brokenly. "i love you so much, tommy." she cried out, and that made tommy cry even harder. "i love you too, blondie." he sobbed. arthur fell to his knees, as rebecca slowly took one last breathe; fighting gravity as her chest weighed down. once tommy realized she'd stop breathing, he lost it. his sister was not supposed to leave this world at the hands of his doings. she was supposed to live a long beautiful life somewhere far away from here, with her two kids, dog and husband she'd long to have. she was supposed to get out of this place and never look back. she was never meant to have her demise be here in birmingham.

tommy cluthed his sister's lifeless body as his world was breaking. polly clung to michael who'd now kneeled beside her. arthur sobbed face down and john grabbed ahold of olivia as she tried to see where her best friend was.

rebecca amelia shelby, the long lost daughter of the shelby clan, the one who shall not be named would be named forever in this town of birmingham.

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oh my goodness!!!!! i hope you all enjoyed, and if you did so please like, comment and repost-- i will love u forever xx

also not me playing the titanic suite medley and crying at the end lol

[alicent-targaryen]

MICHAEL GRAY ▸ Peaky Blinders, 5.3

[taylorthetargaryen]

Finn Cole

[mydear-corinthian]

Dirty Little Thoughts || Michael Gray

Synopsis: You and Michael can't control thinking about all the dirtiest thoughts you can think of each other. Pairing: Michael Gray x reader Warnings: SMUT (18+), dirty talk, breeding kink, p in v Notes: Rushed, not proofread, there will be grammatical errors. Click here to find the main masterlist. Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS masterlist.

SMUT AHEAD

Your marriage to Michael Gray was the riskiest thing you had ever done. You understood how filthy, frightening, and menacing the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders were because you were born and raised in Birmingham. Michael appears to be a browbeat, tough, or frightening, and he is, but only when it comes to business. He was the complete opposite of himself. He was the nicest husband you could have, kind and caring..

You noticed that it was almost 6:00 PM when you looked at the clock. Since the party begins at 7:00, you still have time to get ready. It didn't take long for your blue silk dress to slip on. The dress flawlessly follows your curves. Shortly after, you arranged your hair and applied three quick strokes of the perfume Michael had given you while he was traveling in the US. Your lips were painted crimson lipstick, and your ears were adorned with gold earrings.

While touching up, Michael opened the door. He was already prepared. He was wearing his suit with his dark blue vest. His hair was styled the usual yet he looked even hotter. "You ready, love?" he asked. Grabbing your hips with his palms, making you close to him. His face brightened as he breathed in your perfume's fragrance. He wrapped his arms around your back and kissed your neck carefully, all the way up to your collarbone. You said with a low laugh, "Yes, I am."

Your body twisted so that you were facing him. His neck was found by your hands. You put your arms up against it and brought your lips together. The kiss was gentle, soft, and passionate until the kiss went deeper, steamy, and messy.

"My beautiful beautiful beautiful wife," Michael said in the middle of the kiss, his arm gripping your hips tighter.

Both of you craved for more, more than this but both of you knew you still needed to do something. You let go of the kiss. Both of you breathing heavily, trying to catch your breaths from the quick make-out session. "You look good but I prefer you taking it off." Chuckling, you said, "Mhm, but we still have a party to attend. We don't want to be late, do we?"

"Alright then. Let's go, love."

You both arrived on time for the party. Everyone was already at the venue, waiting for the party to start. The family was complete and Charlie's friends from school were there too. Polly noticed you and Michael arriving. She drew a breath from her long, black cigarette, closed it between her fingers, and released the toxic smoke. Polly approached you and greeted you both.

"Mum." Michael greeted, giving both of her cheeks a kiss. "Mrs. Gray." you shook her hands before giving her a short warm hug which thankfully, she accepted.

"Make yourselves comfortable. I'll just call Tommy," she said. Polly gave you both a smile before leaving the two of you alone.

A waiter bringing a full tray of champagne passed by and offered you both a drink. You took two glasses, giving one to Michael and one to yourself. You took a sip of your champagne and looked around. You were startled when you heard Michael mutter something to you while you felt a hot breath on the side of your neck.

"God, (y/n). I just want to fuck you already."

You nearly spitted your drink out of embarrassment. But you also wish you could do the same to Michael. It didn't help at all that your mind was racing with images of Michael taking you, praising you, and fucking you. You want to taste him right now, you want to kiss him on the spot.

You had a deep desire for him,

you can't control it anymore.

"Michael .. I can't take it anymore.." you begged. Your eyes pleading, your hands roam around his chest, caressing it with your fingers. He whispered again in your ear, "Let's go. I know a room." He took your arm and dragged you to the second floor of the house. Tommy's house was not a joke- it was big. You felt like there were thousands of rooms inside the house. Michael noticed there weren't any guests or family members on the second floor, making him drag you and open a door on the last room of the floor.

Once the both of you entered the room, he locked it immediately. He grabbed your face harshly, his lips meeting yours. You stumbled back until you felt the wall on your back. You grabbed his hair, crumpling it. The kiss was messy, fast, and hungry. Both of you want and are so eager for each other's taste. You felt pleasured but you were still craving for more. You want to take him. Claim him. Make you his. "More Michael, please," you pleaded. "You're lucky I want more too."

Michael carried you in bridal style before placing you gently on the bed. The making-out continued even on the bed. "You won't be needing this." he removes your blue gown quickly, leaving you in your undergarments. His lips went lower and lower with every kiss. His lips found your neck, kissing and sucking it harshly, enough to mark you.

You arched your back in pleasure, letting out a soft moan. Your hands gripped his hair tighter. He continued kissing you until he was kissing your inner thigh. Your slick found his finger, rubbing his finger into yours slowly, feeling how wet you were down there. "Very wet for me, huh?" he commented. You gasped, "Michael, please .. I need you," His hand unbuckled his leather belt and removed his trousers, tossing it on the floor. The huge bulge can be seen from his undergarment. He, then, removes his undergarment, leaving him with nothing on but his top. Michael aligned his shaft to your entrance, giving it a nice brush before pushing himself inside you.

He was massive. Your walls were stretching on the size of his shaft. You moaned out loud and he immediately covered your mouth with his palm, shushing you. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in again. This pace remained for a few thrusts before his pace became faster and faster.

"Oh god!" you moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets, curling them with your fingers.

The pleasure was immeasurable. His cock was driving you insane. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, arching your back.

"What a good girl. Taking my cock so well." Michael praised. His hands grab both of your arms and place in above you. Your arms were locked by his hand. You felt nothing but ecstasy. Your breasts bounce with every thrust he makes. Your mouth lets out a series of nasty moans. His cock hitting every spot there was inside you.

"D-don't stop!"

His pace fastened and fastened. Feeling a knot in your stomach, you knew you were close. Your walls clenched his huge shaft. He knew you were close. "I'm so - so close, Michael. 'Gonna cum," He didn't stop, he just kept on going. Abusing your pussy with his dick. His cock twitched inside of you, he was close too.

"Take all of it, love. Take me," he said in between thrusts. He let out groans and moans. His head rolled backward. Your grip on the sheets was so tight, that the bedsheet crumpled. You finally came, moaning his name out loud. A few more sloppy thrusts were made before he came inside of you. His body collapsed on top of you, he was still inside you. You felt his hot liquid inside you.

After a few seconds, he pulled out. His cum dripped inside your hole.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Michael."

You looked at the clock, it was 5 minutes before 6:00 PM. "Oh shit. The party's going to start." The both of you quickly wore your clothes again, fixing the bed right away before leaving the room. Polly noticed you and Michael going down the stairs. She curiously asked what happened and you just replied, "I was just having very serious period cramps, Polly. No need to worry."

THE END

[imaginesforeveryone]

The Sister

Pairing: Michael Grey x Y/N Warning: very very much flirting, sassy reader,  Summary: It was your eldest sisters wedding day. As she married into the Shelby family despite that words that were spoken about the Shelby boy she was due to marry she didn’t care. But for you, you never listened to your family and their arrogance. So any chance you had to piss them off, you did.

It was the day of your Eldest sister, Grace’s, wedding day. Today was the day she married Thomas Shelby. As most people say, the most dangerous man in England. 

Standing at the alter as Grace’s maid of honor, in the beautiful church they were about to marry in. Looking over to your family seeing them look over at the Shelby side of the church in disgust. They were loud, laughing, just a mess a bit over there. Something you envied in a family sometimes. Very rarely did your family, laugh with each other. Scanning the other side, but instantly stopping at a younger man who sat beside Ada, the sister of Thomas Shelby. He played with a little boy dangling him over the railing as he laughed with Ada. He was, beautiful. You don’t know what your family would do if another one of you were to have interactions with another boy from the Shelby’s. But then again, you never really gave a shit what they thought. Between you and Grace, you’ve always been the “wild child” as your family explained. Grace normally always followed the wishes of you uncle who became a father figure to you and Grace after the death of your parents. But, that was okay. Need something a little spice in your life to keep it interesting since there wasn’t much else for you to do. 

You thought to yourself how crazy it was standing next to not one but two Shelby brothers so close and not really having any fear of them. If a normal person on the street was to get this close to them, they’d be shitting them selves. As music began to sound the doors opened in front of you. You stood tall and with the bouquet in front of you and a smile on your face. As the doors opened and black priest walked through the door. You family was dumbfounded. Watching their faces as he walked down the aisle to the alter you couldn’t help but laughed a little at their faces. Looking over at the Shelby side again, and instantly attaching your eyes to that man again. But, this time he wasn’t distracted by the child that now sat on his lap. He was looking back at you. Full eye contact. He raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but blush little and smile. As the brides song played you focused back at the door. You uncle walking with Graces hand settle on the back of his hand. She looked stunning, even though you couldn’t see her face. You saw her all ready before the ceremony began. As she made her way down the aisle, could help but feel eyes on you still. Looking over just a little from the corner of your eye, he still had his eyes glued on you. As the ceremony went on, Grace, and Thomas said they words, then shortly after came their “I do’s.” Smiling at the smile that crossed you sisters face made you so happy. You interlocked arms with Arthur who stood as the best man to Thomas, and began to walk out of the church. Looking over at him one more time, he had different look in his eyes as he watched you walk away. 

“Michael.” You heard Arthur say breaking your deep thought of the man. 

“What?” You asked almost at the doors of the church. 

“Michael is his name love. Just to get you ahead of the game.” He said once more.

“Welcome to the family love.” Arthur said as you exited the building waiting for everyone else to come out. As they all came pouring out of the church you smiled as you saw Grace with the biggest smile on her face.

“Congratulations sister. So happy to see you so happy.” You said pulling her into a hug. 

“You have no clue how happy I am Y/N, and to have you by my side made it so much better.” She said almost in tears. You smiled and engulfed her in a hug. 

“Come on lets take this picture!” You heard Arthur yell, standing beside Grace on the stairs and moments after getting yourself set you felt a presence behind you. 

“Okay if I stand here?” You heard a deep English accent ask. Turning to see the man you were eye fucking not even 20 minutes ago in a place of worship, with a cigarette hanging out of him mouth. You took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a drag, then putting it back in his mouth.

“Of course.” You said with a smile as he slightly grinned back at you. You felt him get a little closer to you as people started piling in around you. 

“Sorry Miss.” He said as he was pretty much on top of you. 

“Y/N.” You said to him before turning your head back to where the camera sat ready for the picture. As the flash went off, after everyone dispurst from the steps. As Grace walked to the carriage with her new husband you tried to gather some warmth under your very thin shawl. Feeling a jacket lay over your shoulders confused as to what was going on saw it was Michael who noticed you were cold. 

Wow, don’t even know the guy. But, what a gentleman. Didn’t expect that out of the Shelby family from all the words you have heard of them. You smiled and he walked passed you to link arms with an older women as you guys began to walk to the house for the reception. 

“I’m Ada.” You heard a women say walk up beside you. 

“Hi Ada. I’m Y/n.” You said with a smile and shaking her hand. 

“I’m Thomas’ sister, and your Grace’s sister.” She said to you. 

“Looks like we are the sisters huh?” You said with a giggle. 

“Looks like it.” She also giggled back. As everyone one walked to the house together you had casual small talk with Ada and also met her son Carl. Which was the boy Michael had with him in the church. Finally getting into the house. This place was, massive. You’ve been to castles in your life. But this one was more of a home than somewhere where the military meets. Everyone going their separate ways and you kind of being left by yourself. Walking around the house seeing all the beautiful decorations, the beautiful paintings. The one of Grace was absolutely stunning. Realizing you were still wearing Michaels jacket as his musk wafted off of it.

Should probably get this back to him.

You thought to yourself. Walking a bit more trying to see if you could find him. You saw him finally as he rounded the corner and down some stairs behind Arthur. Pushing through the crowd of people to get to where he was going before you lost site of him. 

God damn this place is huge. He needs a map for this fucking place. 

You thought to yourself getting to the stairs. Walking down them you heard Thomas yelling at everyone in the kitchen. 

“No. Fucking. Fighting.” You saw him say in all the guys faces. As you rounded the corner everyone went silent. Thomas confused by it, before he turned around and a smile settling on your face.

“Y/N! Come on over.” Thomas said motioning you over to him. 

“Everyone this is Y/N my new sister in law. Y/N everyone. Everyone Y/N.” you smiled and gave a nervous hand wave to everyone around the room. 

“I was just coming down to give Michael his jacket back before it got lost.” You said speaking up breaking the silence. Looking at him as he leaned against the wall behind him with smoking pouring out of him mouth. 

“Mikey boy!!!! Get it!!!!” You heard the little Shelby brother say. You laughed and walked up to Michael giving him his jacket. 

“I’ll see you around.” You said with a winking and walking away. 

As the night went on you made tons of new friends with the Shelby family, and the Lee family. They were all so different from what you knew in your life. They were funny, outgoing, crazy but in a kind of good way. As you danced your heart out on the dance floor with everyone a man came on over the microphone.

“If everyone can make way for the bride and groom first dance.” You smiled and stepped off to the side holding your shawl around you as you watched Grace in Thomas’ embrace. Smiled at how big he smiled. How happy he makes her. Feeling a figure step near you on your right side a little closer then the rest, your turned your head to look to see who it was. It was Michael.

“Well hello.” You said with a smirk and a giggle feeling the wine getting to your brain. 

“Hello.” He said taking a drag off his cigarette as you did the same. 

“You may all join.” You heard the man say after a few minutes of the Grace and Thomas dancing. 

“Can I have this dance?” He asked stepping in front of you with his hand out.

“Of course Mr. Grey.” You said with a smile and laying your hand his his large soft hand. Stepping forward onto the dance floor and laying a hand on his shoulder has he softly set his other on the small of your back.

“So Mr.Grey tell me about yourself.” You said look up to him only inches from his face now.

“We’ll not much to me. I do finances for for the Shelby company. My mom is Polly, and I’m just Michael.” He said looking back down at you. 

“I’ve heard other things you guys participate in. Why do you look so different from the rest? Very professional, not super rugged.” You asked motioning towards the room. 

“Well love, that’s the point. I’m not supposed to look like the others. But, I got your attentions right? So I guess it’s good I look different.” She spoke softly to you. As you blushed and giggled you turned your head to look over at Grace & Thomas. Grace smiling at you mouthing “get it.” She said, know full well how much it would piss your uncle off. As you thought of that scanning the room to find him staring at you, and it wasn’t a good stare. Smiling you looked back up at Michael.

“So miss. Burgess, would you like to take this party somewhere a bit more quiet so I can get to know you.” He said staring down into your eyes. 

“I would love to.” You said knowing full well your uncle was about to watch you walk away with one of the Peaky Boys. he took your hand in his and walked out of the loud room, down the hall, into a office that only had 2 dimly lit candles illuminating the room. Sitting on the big couch and tossing your purse to the side of you. Michael sitting in the chair on the other side of the table. 

“So Miss. Burgess. Have you enjoyed your stay so far in England?” Michael asked lighting up a cigarette and handing it to you along side a glass of whiskey. 

“I have. It’s a very beautiful place out here in the country. But also something that gets me about London. The tall buildings, the rush of working people on the street trying to get where they are going. I don’t have that where I live back in Ireland. Pretty small town. Everyone know everyone. But, also beautiful like it is here in the country. Beautiful green grass, very quiet.” You went on talking about your home town and how you grew up and just about your life to a stranger you met only hours ago. 

“So Michael, I’ve been hearing about about cocaine floating around this party?” You asked after finishing one of your stories about you and your family. He raised an eye brow and sat up in his chair. Lifting the front of his jacket open and pulling out a small vial that had white powder in it and setting it on the table.

“We call it snow.” He said look back at you. You got up off the couch and sat on the ground in front of it. 

“Here I’ll show you.” He said leaning forward in his chair and taking the cork out of the vial. 

“First you put a little down. Then you cut the snow.” He said taking out a razor blade from his jacket pocket and began to, well, cut the snow. 

“Then you put it in a line.” He said as he scooted the white powder around to put it in a line.

“Then.” He said setting the razor down and pulling out a bill and rolling it up tight as if it were a straw. Handing it over to you, you took it in your hand.

“You won’t do any?” You asked.

“No I’m okay.” He said sitting back in his chair and cross his legs watching you very closely. You pushed the left side of your nose in, and put the bill up to your other nostril and inhaled the line. Giggling a bit after you did, and so did Michael. Wiping your nose and hold your hand out to give him his money back. 

“Keep it.” He said taking a drag from his cigarette. You let out a breathy laugh and stood up.

“Mr. Grey. I don’t need your money, nor do I want it.” You said walking slowly around the table to where he sat. Stopping directly in front of him, stepping between his legs. 

“I’m not a whore love.” You said bending over in front of him and putting the bill in his front pocket. Standing up straight, turning around and grabbing your purse off the couch. 

“Thank you for the snow Mr. Grey.” You said turning towards him as he now he stood up in front of his chair. In one swift move he had you pushed up against the door that you were about to leave out of.

“Miss. Burgess, the one thing I didn’t tell you about me is I do not like being teased. I don’t like having things I want dangled in front of me, and guess what?” He said grabbing your face in his hands.

“I want you.” He whispered and smashed his lips into yours. Taking he’s soft bottom lip between your teeth causing a low growl to come out of him. He lifted you off your feet and you wrapped your legs around him. As he carried you over to the couch and laying you down on it, now between your legs kissing up and down your neck. A few moments later you heard a knock at the door.

“FUCK OFF!” Michael yelled. 

“Who the fuck are you telling to fuck off?” You heard as the door opened. Shooting up to look over the couch to see who it was. It was Arthur

“Oh shit.” Arthur said threw laughter. 

“What Arthur?” Michael asked standing up as he buttoned the top button of his shirt that at some point came undone. 

“Dinner is ready and Grace is looking for her sister.” He said still not able to contain his laughter. 

“Thank you Arthur.” He said helping you up off the couch. Embarrassed as all you walked to the door and passed Arthur. 

“Miss.” He said bowing his head at you with laughter still under his breathe. 

“Mikey boy!” You heard faintly behind you. Smiling to yourself as you walked down the hall. You saw a tall women, with short black hair, in a blue sparkly dress practically running passed you. 

“FUCK PARISH BASTARD!” She screamed walking towards Arthur and Michael. It wasn’t any of your business so you just kept walking. Rounding the corner to head to the dining room and sitting beside your uncle. 

“Where were you?” He asked after a few moments of silence from your side of the table as Ada talked about politics to one of your family members across the table. 

“I was looking around the house. It’s quite a beautiful place.” You spoke to him, but looked passed him as you saw Arthur, Michael, and the tall slender women walk into the room. Michael had a cigarette dangling between the lips you were moments ago were attached to. Giving you a wink as he sat across from you at the table.

“Don’t worry love, we will be back home in due time.” You uncle spoke. 

It hit you that you were going to be leaving this place in just a day. You didn’t want to. Yes, you’ve only been here a few days, but you fell in love with England. It was beautiful. Then there was Michael. You didn’t know if it would turn into more than a fuck, but you wanted to stay and find out. 

“To the bride.” Thomas said breaking you from your thoughts. You stood as everyone else did with a whiskey in your hand and holding it out towards Grace as she smiled at everyone around the room. 

“The bride.” Everyone spoke and took a sip of their drinks, and sitting back down.

“Now, according to traditions. My best man to say a few words.” Thomas spoke with a bit of nervousness in his voice and sat back down.

“Go on! Here he goes! Go on, Arthur!” John yelled over to him and pulling your attention towards him and only a spot over Michael sat, who very intently looked at you. As if you were a project he couldn’t seem to figure out. 

“I’m not one for speeches.” Arthur said standing. 

“Sing then!” John yelled at causing you to giggle a bit. 

“I will later John” He spoke to his brother. 

“But I do have some words written down here.” Stuttering over a few of his words. It as weird seeing a Shelby man so nervous. 

“On this piece of paper.” He said grabbing the paper out of his jacket pocket that laid on the back of the chair.

“This doesn’t include everything that I want to say.” He said look up from the paper around the room. 

“But, first a few words from the heart.” He said stuttering over a few of his word. 

“The is man here, my brother Tommy. Helped me survive through some of the worst times.” Arthur some with emotion. Thomas clearing his throat as it was a way of telling Arthur to shut up and just read what’s on the paper. 

“Its a wedding, Arthur, tell a joke.” Michael spoke up looking over at him. Looking at Michael who had a look of nervousness on his face. You had no clue what the hell was going on. But they all acted very weird. Michael looking back over at you and giving you a soft smile. As Arthur went on with what he wanted to say anyways and Thomas stopping him before he could say anything else, other then what was written in that piece of paper he didn’t read from. 

“To peace, to love, to marriage.” Thomas said standing up as everyone else did with their drinks in the air. Looking over at Michael who had a worry in his eye that was settling. He took a drag off of his cigarette. Watching his lips as he did so and trying not to think back at how soft they were on yours. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to see what this man had to offer, and you believed he wanted to show you too

[hyp4tie]

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