#michael gray oneshot

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WOULD IT BE TOO NICHE TO WRITE A FIC WHERE SHAWN MICHAELS IS DORIAN GRAY FROM OSCAR WILDES THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY?

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Drabble/Short Oneshot Requests

So, have been holding back on doing this because I still do have a oneshot req I need to complete, and so many WIPs it's outlandish. That being said, right now, since I'm reconditioning myself to write, it's very difficult for me to tackle those projects and get even a sentence in them at a time. So I'm sort of asking for your help in this in my theory that drabbles are a good medium and that they might help me get used to properly writing.

I'm currently comfortable writing MxF, FxF, and of course platonic relations. I tend to write angst or dark fics so nothing is off limits with me, but if you want to send in something fluffy I can try my best! Anything smutty will likely not be too "in-depth" given the length of drabbles.

I will most likely do these x reader and 2nd person unless otherwise specified.

You can send in:

A GIF or picture prompt

A written prompt (use any but I do have some good angst I found)

A lyric or song + character

A description of what you'd like if the request is more specific (though keep in mind I will be keeping these short)

Fandoms & Characters below!

- Peaky Blinders -

Tommy Shelby Arthur Shelby John Shelby Polly Gray Michael Gray Alfie Solomons Tatiana Petrovna Luca Changretta Aberama Gold

- Game of Thrones -

(since I'm not far in this there are only a couple characters that I feel confident writing for as of yet, since I know their spoilers updated) (underage characters will be aged up if the request is sexual)

Petyr Baelish Daenerys Targaryen Jaimee Lannister Cersei Lannister Tyrion Lannister Jorah Mormont Viserys III Targaryen Jon Snow Sansa Stark Arya Stark Robb Stark Catelyn Tully/Stark Tommen Baratheon Stannis Baratheon Ramsay Snow/Bolton Theon Greyjoy Yara Greyjoy Margaery Tyrell Bronn Brienne Melisandre

- Adrien Characters -

* ones I am more picky with because I have full stories planned out for them, so I might not do the request or might use my OC for said story depending on how the inspiration goes

Henry Barthes (Detachment) *Jack Driscoll (King Kong) Clive Nicoli (Splice) *Dmitri (The Grand Budapest Hotel) *Peter Whitman (The Darjeeling Limited) Jack Starks (The Jacket) Leo Kopernick (See How They Run) Frankie (American Heist) Bloom (The Brothers Bloom) Jack Grace (Love the Hard Way) Steven (Dummy) Harry (Oxygen) Charles Boone (Chapelwaite)

- Aidan Characters -

If you ask me to write an Aidan Gillen character that isn't on this list, odds are I will say yes, lol. I may just have to watch whatever the character is in because I've not seen much with him... yet.

- Far Cry 5 -

Jacob Seed John Seed Joseph Seed Faith Seed

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Syd/Richie Fic Recs

WIPS

Corner - Syd and Richie get sent on a roadtrip to pick up a new stove for The Bear, but they might get more than they bargained for along the way (Chapters: 3/?. Characters: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Neil Fak, Natalie Berzatto, Original Male Characters. Word Count: 8,510)

Loser Bitch (All The Way Down To The Bones) - Loster. N. A person or thing that loses or has lost something, especially a game or contest. (Chapters 2/3. Characters: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Marcus, Tina, Angel, Gary Woods, Natalie Berzatto, Eva Jerimovich, Emmanuel Adamu. Word Count: 7,623)

MULTI-CHAPTERED WORKS

In a New Light - Syd likes Richie a lot more than she initially thought she did. The only problem is that she isn't sure they're capable of liking each other without drawing blood. (Chapters: 5. Characters: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 24,871)

SERIES

It Happened One Night - Sydney learned a long time ago to take her anger out on something she can’t hurt. (Works: 2. Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Characters: 13,449)

ONESHOTS

All Good Here - The only times that Syd and Richie had ever managed to get along were in fleeting moments, seconds that never lasted long enough and were always brought to an abrupt end with a sarcastic or scathing comment. (Characters: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 3,599)

As Long As You're Here - Sydney has had a really, really long month and now she's 5 second away from throwing a glass at an annoying bartender. (AU. Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 4,508)

Bone Broth - It’s a gray Monday afternoon when Sydney rounds a corner at the grocery store and sees him at the other end of the aisle. (Characters: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich. Word Count: 10,020)

Chill Out - “You’re cold.” “Am not.” (Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 2,141)

I Close My Eyes and the Flashback Starts - "D'ya like Taylor Swift or not, Syd?" (Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 2,410)

I Feel For You - The thing with Richie was an accident; as much as going down on a man in your boss’ office after work can be an accident. (Characters: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 3,318)

The Horoscope Today Said Things Would Go My Way - "What happened to 'rules are just unhelpful suggestions' and 'let go and live a little, Sydney'?" (Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu, Tiffany Jerimovich. Word Count: 1,909)

Tough - "Thanks," Syd said. "Mike, right?" "Berzatto," Mike said. He grinned, lopsided, and said, "It's a family place." (AU. Characters: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Michael Berzatto, Carmen Berzatto. Word Count: 13,737)

I'll Sleep in the Rain Under Your Headlights - “Wow, Richie, that’s so charming. You’re so fucking charming.” “Yeah, sweetheart, you could learn something.” (Characters: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 6,407)

Mindfuck - "Alright, just checking. Because yesterday, you didn't even like me." "Well, whoop-de-fuckin'-do, I changed my mind," Syd said. (Characters: Carmen Berzatto, Eva Jerimovich, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 25,232)

Sheets to the Wind - Sometimes you just want to be kissed. Sometimes you just need to feel somebody. Sometimes you have like, ten beers and you’re both there and bad tension is still tension so you make out. (Characters: Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu. Word Count: 3,318)

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It's that time of the year once more!

For this year's August Birthday Averageposting...

The latest chapter of Eagle of Alamut

An extra chapter of Eagle of Alamut Extras

A Desmond-centric oneshot called Inheritance Among the Stars based on Punishing Gray Raven (no prior knowledge about PGR needed) (thank you @thedragonqueen1998 for checking if it's understandable for someone who never played PGR :))

Short Michael Myers x Desmond Miles PWP called October 29, 1978

[gffa]

Hey! What are your favorite Obi-Wan-centric books/comics, if I may ask? Have a nice day and may the force be with you

Hi! I have a bunch that I've enjoyed! Trying to keep this as Obi-Wan-centric as I can, though, honestly, for as much as he appears in a lot of stuff, he's not necessarily always the center of the best stuff for his character. NOVELS - CANON:

Padawan by Kiersten White - This book dethroned all other books for me to take the #2 spot of Lumi's Favorite Star Wars Book Ever! It's charming, it's thoughtful, it's good-natured, it's funny, it had a fun adventure, it gave Obi-Wan some hellion little best friends as a Padawan, and just made me fall in love with the world all over again.

Choose Your Destiny: An Obi-Wan & Anakin Adventure by Cavan Scott - The CYD books (same concept as Choose Your Own Adventure books) can be an acquired taste, but I found so many lovely moments in this book, some genuinely delightful details (MACE WINDU THEATRE NERD) and some great Obi-Wan & Anakin moments. Plus, Bant Eerin recanonization!

Brotherhood by Mike Chen - I have talked at length about the problems with the Anakin parts of this book (basically: if you take it at face value, it's pretty vile towards a Black character), but I have a ton of affection for the Obi-Wan half of this book. The way he moves with his feelings, acknowledges them and lets them pass through him, the way he genuinely cares about the Neimoidians, the way he tries to be thoughtful and you can see how deeply he cares about Anakin, is all really good.

From a Certain Point of View: A New Hope (specifically the first one, not the second one) has three short stories that are stellar for Obi-Wan: "Master and Apprentice" by Claudia Gray (make sure it's the ANH anthology, not the full novel by the same author), "There is Another" by Gary D. Shmidt, and "Time of Death" by Cavan Scott. All have either really lovely insights into Obi-Wan's character during ANH or have him being utterly hilarious.

NOVELS - LEGENDS:

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover - While not actually perfect, there are some things I don't fully agree with or think the book matched what was on the screen, when this book gets it right, it gets it so right that no other book has ever compared. This utterly elevates what was already my favorite Star Wars movie, and this man can turn a hell of a phrase.

Wild Space by Karen Miller - This is a book that I could pick apart in a lot of ways (it feels like two half-books stitched together rather than one coherent story, it doesn't earn its ending, it doesn't really do justice to the Jedi), but I love it because it's such an utterly dramatic book, everything about the events is larger than life, and has a spar with Obi-Wan and Anakin where he smacks Anakin on the ass, touches his face and tells him he did well and the look on Anakin's face in return almost makes Ahsoka cry because she's so touched, and contains the phrase "wringing wet and blowing hard" about their duel. Like, that's the kind of chaos you're in for and it's AMAZING.

COMICS - CANON:

Obi-Wan by Christopher Cantwell - It's only a five issue mini-series but it's a great look at Obi-Wan's character at various points in his life and I had so much to say about it, so I really felt it held up to analysis, and it really brought the feelings.

Obi-Wan & Anakin by Charles Soule - Another five issue mini and it does not get near enough credit for being tremendously well plotted and illustrating a lot of bigger points about Obi-Wan, Anakin, the Jedi, and the Republic, why good people were making the best choices available to them. Also, the single most gorgeous art I have ever seen in a comic.

Any of the Age of Republic comics by Jody Houser - These were a series of oneshots focused on various heroes and villains, and if you're specifically looking for Obi-Wan content, the Obi-Wan one and the Anakin one were FANTASTIC looks at the character.

Clone Wars: Battle Tales by Michael Moreci - Another mini-series and IIRC Obi-Wan was only in some of them, but he got some truly great moments of defending the clones and being an amazing leader in them.

COMICS - LEGENDS: These are so much harder because they're so spread out and often times it's just one or two issues that even have Obi-Wan in them. Ones I do remember enjoying:

The Clone Wars: The Smuggler's Code by Justin Aclin - A short graphic novel where Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka go on a beach vacation and run into a criminal from Obi-Wan's past and the entire story is UTTERLY UNHINGED, it's so hilariously over the top that I hyena laugh ever time I read it.

The Republic series from Dark Horse had a bunch of good Obi-Wan moments in it, if you don't mind paging through a lot of other characters. It's about all the Jedi, so they all get their turns, so I would suggest getting this one from your local library to find the issues you're most interested in!

Honestly, so much of reading SW books and comics is the willingness to pick out small fragments of gold amidst the bigger blargghh, like would I recommend Jedi Apprentice or Jedi Quest as some of my favorites? No, probably not, but that doesn't mean that Jude Watson didn't know how to turn a hell of a phrase and that I won't pull out fantastic quotes from those books! Would I recommend the Titan magazine comics? No, they're charming but the art is wonky a lot and they're too short to really go into much depth. If anyone has any comics recs to include, feel free to add on! The novels were easier to remember, but there have been so many comics that I feel like I'm missing some obvious ones.

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Requested oneshots✨

NARCISSA MALFOY

Narcissa reunited with fem!reader and their baby after the war

The winning game Narcissa Malfoy x fem!reader

Narcissa´s and reader´s baby gets sick

Soft smut with Narcissa

Narcissa Malfoy using toys and praising you - Narcissa Malfoy x fem!reader

Dom!Narcissa making us try out her toys for the first time

Dom!Narcissa makes you cum at work

Narcissa waking fem!reader up by eating her out

Narcissa x fem!reader with daughter spending an afternoon together

Narcissa x reader x Lucius smut, Lucius is a little rough and Narcissa tries to make it better for you

Narcissa x reader in a secret relationship, reader gets hurt and Narcissa helps them together with Bellatrix

Fem!reader staying at teacher!Narcissa´s chambers for the night because of a nightmare

Mother!Narcissa helping mentally ill and depressed fem!reader

Narcissa trying to explain fem!reader why she can’t be in love with Bellatrix, while Bellatrix listens from behind the doors

Narcissa and Y/n having a date in Paris

Y/n giving birth to hers and Cissy´s child

Princess Narcissa x commoner!reader having a baby in secret

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE

Y/n getting accicentally hurt by Bellatrix, but Narcissa heals her

Bellatrix finding out that the reader is pregnant

Rought smut with Mistress!Bellatrix because of her jealousy

Bellatrix coming home from Azkaban x fem!reader

Narcissa delivering Bella´s and readers baby

One night stand with Bellatrix x fem!reader

Narcissa realizes you fell in love with Bellatrix

JULIE RANMORE

Taking care of Julie Ranmore after a fight at her work with Michael Ranmore

Julie Ranmore x fem!reader enjoying a weekend away together

Julie Ranmore and fem!reader having a baby

Fem!reader comforting Julie Ranmore after a fight between Michael and her

Julie Ranmore falling asleep on a reader while watching a movie

Julie Ranmore taking care of pregnant fem!reader

Touch

KATHRYN VILLIERS

Kathryn Villiers breastfeeding her girlfriend!reader

JULIA HOFFMAN

Julia Hoffman being a sub x fem!reader

POLLY GRAY

Polly Gray x fem!reader enjoying a punishment for missbehaving on a family meeting

Fluffy smut Polly Gray x innocent!reader

Polly Gray finding you masturbating

Polly helping Y/n with her mental health

Polly Gray helping Y/n with her newborn baby

Polly Gray x daughter!reader where the daughter reunites after several years

Mother´s day with Polly and Y/n as her daughter for the first time since she came back

Polly’s niece Y/n gets a shot

Y/n pushing Polly’s limits getting Polly to show who is in charge, smut!

SEVERUS SNAPE

Severus x fem!reader enjoying a cold day in winter

Severus helping fem!reader with the groceries

EMMA BANVILLE

Helping Emma Banville out after a stressful day

EVELYN HUGO, CELIA ST. JAMES

Sugarmommy Evelyn Hugo x Celia st. James smut

Evelyn Hugo and Celia st. James moving in together

DRACO MALFOY

Draco x reader!girlfriend cuddling in the common room at night

LARISSA WEEMS

Switched roles

Too loud

Curious

MORTICIA ADDAMS/FRUMP

Switched roles

Her

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS NOW CLOSED✨

updated: 05-13-24

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

oona<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

MARVEL: Steve Rogers | BUCKY BARNES | Loki | Thor | Erik Killmonger | Aged Up Peter Parker | Talos (a.k.a spacedaddy from Captain Marvel) | Billy Russo (The Punisher) | Deacon Frost (Blade) |

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

VIKINGS: Rollo | RAGNAR | Hvitserk | Ubbe | Ivar | Bjorn |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

MISC: Aged Up Billy Hargrove | Adrian Griffen (The Invisible Man) | Coriolanus Snow (young, not the old one, blegh) | CHASE ANDREWS | JACKSON RIPPNER | Aged Up JOSEPH DESCAMPS (Mixte) | Elwood Dalton (RoadHouse) | Aged Up Henry Bowers (IT) | Rio (Good Girls) | Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove) | Boys from 'The Covenant' (aged up, ofc) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) | Ajax (The Warriors, bless you if you know who this is. he is my ride or die.) | Walter Deville | Ash (No Exit) | Brahms (The Boy) | Masked Man (Hush) | The Gentleman (The Purge) | AURELIANO (Subburia) | Aged Up Nate Jacobs | The Predator | Reggie Kray (Legend) | Chayton Dockery (Sneaky Pete) |

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

a/b/o themes | lactation kinks | dd/lg kinks | real life celebrities | monster fucking (does not include aliens or vampies) | ghost/demon fucking | race play | dp kinks | anal play (generic anal is fine, but anything more is a no from me) | cum eating | basement wife themes | sexual slavery themes | convenience noncon (this is specific to me so you deffo won't know what that is so if you're curious, please ask) | breeding kinks | pregnancy non con | bimbo reader | underage reader/characters | sex pollen themes | blood-related incestual themes | cuckholding kinks | age gaps where reader is 22 or younger |

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

2. untouched!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends) COMPLETED

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate) COMPLETED

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot COMPLETED

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot COMPLETED

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot COMPLETED

7. ex!reader x rafe cameron one shot (on the run w kid) COMPLETED

8. untouched!reader x stalker!rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

9. amnesiac!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

10. pogue!reader x rafe cameron one shot (kidnapped) COMPLETED

[asongofmarvelanddc]

Fic Updates (Duty, Sworn Enemies, Others)

Heyyy everyone!

So I've been MIA for a bit, only popping into tumblr here and there – a lot going on in life, don't want to get into it 😂 I'm playing catch up now, I have 955 unread notifs and God knows how many asks to check (😳) which I will be going through tomorrow and I feel so bad cause it's like I left some of you talking into the void 😩 But I'm back now so here are the fic updates (in order of priority)!

Duty:

Proofreading PT6 tomorrow so should be out that night/midnight. PT 6.5 is half written so should be out this weekend if I'm not too busy. Either way I'll update you guys after 6 drops!

HOTD fics:

Someone Anyone PTII/final part (half written) is next on the priority list, followed by and Aemond one-shot request, also half written.

Sworn Enemies:

Getting back to this after soooo long 😩 I just read over the pt11 draft and I don't even know why I didn't finish it before going on hiatus because it's literally almost done!

Other Oneshots:

I've got Michael Gray, Matt Murdock, Klaus Mikaelson (yes), Tyrion Lannister, Theon Greyjoy, Jaime Lannister and Ben Poindexter one-shots all in the drafts. I'll probably drop these at random but it should be fun!

Jon Snow Miniseries:

This is a 5 part fic I drafted like a year ago set during the events of season 8 and I never got around to finishing it so that's also on the list!

aaaand I think that's everything! The ones I definitely aim to have out by Sunday night are Duty PT6 and 6.5, and I'm looking forward to reading all your asks tomorrow! Love you guys! 💞☺️

[kaznejis]

Haunted By The Ghost Of You- Michael Gray x Reader

HUGE SPOILERS for the ending of peaky blinders, I think we all know what’s coming here. 

“I’ll never leave you.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he lay next to you, “nothing and nobody will ever split us apart, my love.”

Word Count: 1106

A/N: this is 100% a No-Gina AU. Does that make sense? probably not but let’s believe it for the sake of this oneshot. 

Mahogany coated walls echoed the sound of your laboured breaths, the bed sheets twisting around your limbs clashed distastefully with the hotel’s curtains; a stark contrast to your own meticulously decorated flat. 

Bile rose within your throat at the thought of the place, the place you had once called home. It wasn’t home anymore, it never would be again. Not since the family’s departure, not since Thomas Shelby’s disappearance. 

Not since Michael Gray’s demise. 

The loosely barred gates re-opened and a fresh stream of tears were released, you rose a hand to muffle your uncontrollable sobs; heaving into the sweat and blood coating your skin.

You just wanted to see his face. The gelled back hair he had grown to prefer with age that lined the growing wrinkles upon his forehead alongside the gorgeous crinkles he had inherited from his late mother. The freckles on his shoulders that had been marred over and over again by the attention of your lips and hands and eyes. The smart suits, the prison uniforms, the silk pyjamas, no clothes at all. The willingness he had shown when he had first joined the gang that had evolved into an upstanding sense of bravery; motivating his desire to protect those close with every last fibre of his soul. 

Every single aspect of Michael Gray sunk into the beams of your joints and danced along the lines within your being. 

“M’gonna be sick,” you hiccuped, the heavy weight of your dead lover biting at your ankles, “I can’t do this. I can’t carry on.” 

White knuckled fingers gripped onto the frames of the single bed, allowing you to heave yourself up and collapse towards the small sink. The metal provided a blurred view of yourself, the outlines of tangled hair and hooded, swollen eyelids. Upon splashing water onto your face, you stumbled back into bed.

-

“I’ll never leave you.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he lay next to you, “nothing and nobody will ever split us apart, My Love.” 

You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you felt Michael shift- the covers moving to expose your leg slightly, “I was so worried.” 

“I know.” 

“You don’t,” you mumbled, avoiding his touch subtly, “they were about to hang you and I just sat there. Waiting. Waiting for you to live or die.” 

You opened your eyes to Michael’s sincere gaze, his eyes creased with unrestrained concern, he moved his hand to caress your hair, “I’m here now,” a kiss on the forehead, “I’m okay, we’re okay.” 

“But what about the day that you’re not okay? What do I do then Mick?” 

He chewed his lip, his eyebrows creasing slightly before he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. His nose nuzzled yours as he reached for your lost hand, intertwining your fingers above the exposed skin of your hip. His other hand rested on your cheek, guiding the kiss as he left no space between your connected bodies. 

His soul became a part of yours through the connection of intertwined fingers and engaged lips. 

Though, your question was never truly answered. 

-

“You’re seriously going to end your relationship over this tiny dispute.” 

You nodded at Ada, swallowing a biting shot of whiskey and pointedly ignoring her piercing eyes, “He’s a pompous ass, he’ll get what's coming.” 

“Don’t say that,” she shook her head, “you act like this every single time and then go running back to him.”

 “Not this time,” You shook your head determinedly, turning away from the Garrison’s bar and surveying the crowd, “I’m going to find a good fuck if you’ll excuse me.” 

Ada spluttered, snatching your wrist as you stumbled from your stool, “No you won’t- ah, see there’s my family coming in now. Sit yourself down and behave.” 

You hiccuped, rolling your eyes as you spotted Michael being the last of the Shelby’s to enter. The bastard had forgotten about your anniversary dinner in favour of spending time in the office- the office that was coincidentally shared with his attractive, female assistant. Slumping into your stool drunkenly, you watched as the Shelby’s surrounded the bar, laughing and jeering at each other’s antics. 

Michael seemed to be the only one not laughing. 

“Well, your spat seems to have had an effect on him” Ada giggled, quickly brushing down her skirt and standing to greet her family. You hung back, glaring at your supposed boyfriend who was yet to spot you. 

“Fuck it,” you grumbled, downing the remnants of Ada’s drink and following after her. You put on a smile as John spotted you, cheering as he wrapped you in a hug- rocking the two of you excitedly. 

Michael spotted you then, his features hardening as John’s hands failed to leave your body, as he failed to leave your side. You smirked to yourself, glee filling you at the exhilaration of his eyes trailing every inch of your skin. 

“You’re mine,” he had panted later that night, the residue of his breaths staining the skin of your neck as he crumpled the linen of your clothing, “no one gets to touch you, no one gets to look at you like I do,” a hand cupped your jaw, lifting your eyes to meet his as your head rested against the door you were held up against, “Nobody but me.” 

“I didn’t take you as the possessive type.” You teased, your swollen lips stretching into a mocking grin as his eyes gleamed hungrily. 

“I told you, My Love,” his voice softened, though the possessive grip on your jaw and upper thigh said otherwise, “I will never leave you, nobody will separate us.” 

You nodded, gripping his hair as he began to move south- his tongue trailed his lip hungrily as his hands caressed your legs. Your head slammed against the wall as you smiled, enjoying the barrage of his love. 

Though, 

“Marry me.” 

Your eyes snapped open and your head left the wall, you stared down at Michael with unbridled shock, “What?” 

“I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you,” water lined his hooded lashes, “so please, marry me.” 

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The golden band gleamed in the dim lights of the room, calloused and bruised fingers swollen from trashing every reminder of him in sight caressed the final frame. The picture of your wedding, Michael’s smile glowed in the picture as his hand lay around your waist. 

You remembered the vows, the flowers, the numerous arguments over outfits, the night that followed.

“We’re married,” he had smiled, bringing your newly-ringed hand to his lips- kissing it chastely, “Til’ death do us part, My Darling.”

[mightyavngrs]

dance with me | michael gray x reader

summary: in which tommy and grace's wedding changes everything

masterlist

You sat at your dressing table, eyes focused on your mirror as you did your makeup for Tommy and Grace's wedding. Ah, the wedding. You'd been looking for an excuse to party and relax alongside your friends for long now and events like these just made you so content, like everything in the world was right for just one day. But you weren't the only one gleaming with excitement. On the corner of your room, on your reading armchair, sat Michael Gray, your best friend, a grin adorning his face as he listened to your sweet voice humming a melody. He had gotten dressed up long ago, refusing to miss the moments of excitement leading up to a big event that always got you so happy. God, he'd do anything to keep you this happy forever, to make sure that beautiful smile would never leave your face.

A cough snapped him out of his thoughts as you turned around to lock your eyes on his.

"Alright, makeup's all done! Can you get Polly for me please? I'm gonna need help zipping this up." you said, a sparkle of excitement in your eyes as you held up the beautiful red dress Michael had offered you on your birthday.

"Polly? Why can't i help you?" the boy asked with a pout earning a giggle from you.

"I want to surprise you!" you explained with a smile as he got up from the armchair, walking towards you.

"Alright then." he replied with a smirk and he didn't know where the rush of confidence had come from when he placed a kiss to your cheek before finally living the room.

Your cheeks turned to a soft shade of pink when you shouted "And no peaking, peaky boy!" getting a laugh from the hallway as a response.

After only a few minutes you were finally all ready. In one last movement you smoothed down your dress before opening the bedroom door, your eyes immediately meeting Michael's.

"So?" you asked quietly, the smallest hint of uncertainty in your voice throwing Michael off. He took a few steps forward, taking both your hands in his. "You look beautiful y/n."

Grace looked mesmerizing in her purple dress and although you'd loved the ceremony, both you and Michael were excited to finally be at Tommy's house, where you were actually able to enjoy yourselves.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your belly get to you as your best friend offered you his arm (even though he'd done it a thousand times already just that night), effortlessly guiding you through the crowd and to your place on the table.

The meal went on better than you'd expected it to, with only a few hiccups along the way and soon enough everyone was up and chattering filled the house as everyone waited for the first dance.

Michael stood in a corner, his eyes trained on you as you moved across the hall, your happy personality brightening up the room while you made small conversation with anyone you crossed paths with. He wondered how he'd gotten so lucky as to have such a wonderful person in his life, it was almost as though the universe had put an angel on earth just for him.

On the other side of the room you had finally gotten the time to catch up with Esme when a voice interrupted. "Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and the groom will now dance alone." The loud chattering was replaced by a soft music and Tommy and Grace met in the center of the hall.

You watched with admiration as the couple swayed through the dance floor, but not being able to contain the heartache you felt. With a sad smile you let your eyes roam to where Michael was standing, the boy you loved had no idea of the way you felt and you didn't even have the courage to tell him.

Moments later the room was finally filled with couples. Everyone seemed so happy and in love and for a second you allowed yourself to hope one day you'd be sharing the same lovesick looks with your bestfriend. A tap on your shoulder snapped you from your daydream as you were met by none other than Michael Gray.

"Dance with me." he said, more of a plead than a request and without thinking your fingers immediately intertwined in his awaiting ones before he guided you to the dance floor.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never danced with you before but this felt different. Here with you in his arms, he couldn't help but think about the possibility of something more. He wondered if it would be worth it, possibly ruining your friendship over a love confession, but what if you felt the same way? Wouldn't everything be better then? Wouldn't life be easier? Happier?

The music changed to an even slower pace and you let your hand slip out of Michael's, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him if that was physically possible. Your foreheads were rested against each other, eyes closed and your breathing was in sync and he didn't know where he got the courage, because he was terrified of ruining everything but he couldn't take all the "what if's" any longer.

"Y/n?" he muttered softly earning a low "Mhm?" from you.

"I love you." he finally said and when you pulled away from him, eyes open in disbelief, he was afraid he wouldn't survive being rejected by you. That his heart would break in two never to be fixed again. "I've loved you for years and i was afraid you wouldn't feel the same but-" he managed to continue through shaky breaths but you interrupted him with the most gentle voice.

"I love you too, Michael." you said just above a whisper as a smile made its way to your face and he swore he'd never heard something so beautiful in his life. Without another thought he leaned in and your lips were finally on his and he couldn't believe he could ever live without them. The fear of rejection you'd felt for years melted away as his soft lips moved against your own and when you had to pull away for air you let your head rest on his shoulder. You continued to sway as the song came to a close but you both knew right there and then that you wouldn't be leaving each other's arms anytime soon. Everything in the world was right and maybe now that feeling could last longer than just one day.

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a/n: this wasn't my best work at all but i was just so excited to write for this baby i couldn't wait to post 🥺 hope you guys enjoyed, please don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like! thank you for reading <3

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[oddshelbyout]

Left Behind // Michael Gray X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Michael shows up at your door early in the morning to tell you he has to go back home and you can’t go with him.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1307

Author’s Note:

I’m not feeling so well lately so that might’ve been reflected on this one shot. Heads up, this doesn’t have a happy ending so please only read if you’re okay with that.

I don’t write for Michael usually but I felt like this prompt fit him the best so I hope you enjoy it <3

Also thanks a lot @deepdonutkid for being my beta reader, you’re the best <33

English is not my first language and I’m not always confident about my work so please let me know if I make any mistakes or anything I can fix in my writing.

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Your curtains were closed. The first sunlight always woke you up in the morning and you hated waking up earlier than you should. You valued the time you spent sleeping.

What woke you up that morning wasn’t the sunbeam or your alarm clock. It was the loud, continuous knocks on your door. You jumped from your bed and looked at the clock. It was still really early and you had no idea who could be waiting.

You were scared to get up and open the door. Still you had no idea who was your early visitor. When the knocks got louder, you went to the entrance. You left your room and got the little statue on the corridor as a potential weapon.

You stood at the side of the door and asked “Who is it?” waited for an answer impatiently. Whoever was behind the door didn’t wait long, “It’s me.” a man’s voice called.

“That’s not helping! Who are you?” you shouted, you heard the man sigh from the other side of the thin door. “Michael.” he replied, which gave you a sigh of relief. It was your boyfriend but you still couldn’t find a reason for him to be here this early.

You put the statue down and opened the door. Your boyfriend was standing there with multiple luggages on the floor. “Are you moving here?” you asked while your eyes were locked on the bags.

A moment past without him giving an answer so you looked up. His jaw was clenched and he looked angry. “I’m leaving.” he replied, your jaw dropped. He was supposed to be in the States for at least a year more.

“You have to be kidding!” you exclaimed, Michael shook his head. “I’m not, Y/N.” he said, his impression reflected every single negative emotion inside of him on his pretty face.

“Take me with you then!” you suggested. There was no way you would let him leave without you. He had made you feel like nobody ever did. You felt alive with him, he helped you get a job, he gave you a new purpose.

“I can’t, it’s my family.” his voice was still, you saw his hands were rolled up in a fist. “Let’s not talk at the door, get inside.” you offered, he shook his head again. “I can’t, the ship leaves soon.” You frowned but from anger, not from sadness.

“What’s going on?” you asked, you felt like he was keeping something from you. The man who was standing before you, wasn’t the man you loved. It wasn’t the Michael you knew. He couldn’t look you in the eye. He wasn’t talking to you in his soft voice he always did and he definitely didn’t seem to care what you were saying.

He kept secrets from you before, about his family, about his job. He was a good liar you’ve learnt but he wasn’t a good one right now. You could see clearly that he was keeping something from you and it bothered him.

“Nothing, my mother called, they need me back home.” he simply replied. You weren’t buying it. “Why won’t you take me with you, I can pack quickly.” You wanted to go with him. After he told you about his life back in Britain, you knew he would get you another job way easier than here in the States. You were willing to move across the ocean and leave everything behind for him.

He responded: “Sorry, baby, this has to be our end, there’s nothing I can do about it.” You chuckled nervously. “You’re lying to me again!” He took a deep breath. You felt like he was preparing his lies once again. “Why can’t you tell me the truth for once!” you shouted. You were definitely going to hear from your neighbours about this. Even getting away from your annoying neighbours was an excuse to go with him.

Michael raised his voice as he tried to explain himself: “I’m not lying!”

You chuckled once again. “I’m not buying it.” you opposed him. He licked his lips and got closer to you, he put his arms around your waist.

His eyes were looking directly into yours, his lips were ready to welcome your kiss. “Tell me the truth, if you’re leaving without me, you owe me that at least.” you whispered. Michael took a deep breath for courage. You wanted a genuine answer and for him to be honest with you once.

“I fucked up.” he moaned, but that wasn’t enough. He owed you a real explanation for his sudden leave. Michael looked for satisfaction behind your eyes and when he couldn’t find it, he glared away. Whatever he was keeping must’ve been really bad.

“I need more information or I’m not letting you leave.” you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer than he already was. You were so close to him that you tempted to give him a kiss, his lips looked so welcoming.

“I tried to make business with the wrong people, so they’re after me, you’re staying here because you’ll be safer.” His words pushed you into a sudden realisation of danger. You licked your lips and nodded.

“What if they don’t follow you to Britain and then come find me? Wouldn’t I be safer with you?” you asked desperately.

“I can’t bring you home, I don’t know what my family will do.” he replied with a dull voice and then chuckled.

“They might even kill me themselves, because I fucked that bad.” he continued, which you understood, but still you weren't ready for him to leave.

“Would they?” you asked. Your heart ached. His answer was a quiet nod. “Take me with you please.” you begged.

You didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want to live without him. You hoped he would take him with you, when he was going to leave, but the conditions had changed. “Please Michael.” you begged once again.

Tears started falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were crying. “Don’t leave without me.” You were desperate and you didn’t remember being this desperate before. It was the first time you genuinely felt desperate like you had nowhere else to go.

He smiled a little but there was an obvious shadow of sorrow behind it. Michael released his hands from your waist and placed them on your cheeks. He stared deep into your soul, before your lips welcomed his kiss.

The kiss didn’t feel like a goodbye, more like a hello. It was wet and hot and yet it managed to give you a false sense of security. When he pulled back, it was like you left a bit of your soul on his lips and he was going to leave with it.

He stepped back. “I’m so sorry.” he said and bit his bottom lip. Unable to say or do something, you just stood there, watched him grab his luggage from the ground and walk away with it. The last thing you heard from him was his footsteps going down the stairs of the apartment building you lived in.

Michael was gone. You weren’t going to see him again. You weren’t going to kiss him again. You knew he wouldn’t call you again. He had to leave you behind and you had to forget him for your own safety.

He left and took away your soul with him. The final realization of what happened left you numb. You finally closed your door. It was your way of saying goodbye to him, because he was gone, before you could say it. Now, you had to go on with your day and life. You knew the acceptance of what happened wasn’t going to come soon. You would go on with your day and all the days after, only avoiding the fact.

[red-riding-wood]

Currently avoiding my main WIPs with everything that I have but need something to distract my mind so if anyone has any Peaky Blinders requests, please send them in. Angst, fluff, smut, dark fics, etc. it's all good with me. (especially dark fics)

The only thing I probably won't write is anything involving pregnancy or kids in a really plot-centric way.

If anyone's having any trouble coming up with something but would like to send in a request, I can link some prompt lists!

[hughiecampbelle]

Hindsight (Michael Gray Drabble)

Character/s: Michael

Word Count: 763

Requested: @myriadimagines

Word Prompt/s: Fever

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: Sam!!!! I loved your request!!! I was gonna make this fluffy and cute, but as soon as I started writing it kinda went in a different direction and there was no stopping it :) I'm so sorry for the wait!!! Writers block kicked my butt recently, but I'm slowly getting out of it! I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait!!! Ilysm!!!! Look after yourself!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

It was only supposed to be a fever.

Your skin burned against his, flushed, on fire. The room was cold, the window left open, the wind blowing the curtains in the early morning, shielding you from the sun, but you'd never felt warmer. Smile weakly, brushing your hands through his hair. Worry embedded itself in the lines of his face, the wrinkles in his forehead when he furrowed his brows like it did when he was thinking a little too deeply, losing himself inside his own head. Your arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave, slip away from the bed, the ease of the morning, for work, for guns, for life and death. You were you. Shy eyes following the lines of his body, soft words urging him to dress before it was too late, earning him an earful from the family. It was all routine. He didn't want to leave, though. He didn't want to leave you like this. Just looking at the state of you invoked fear in him. Your skin was flushed, eyes tired, sweat beading on your forehead, your hairline. Your body was baking.

A fever, that was all, you insisted. Even his mother agreed. No need for a doctor, not for q little thing like this. She promised to be over, check up on you every few hours, but you refused, not wanting to bother her. You weren't a helpless child, too ill to draw your own bath, too weak to get your own glass of water or cup of tea. You're an adult, one who can manage the care of themselves while Michael went off to work. Take a sick day, a day for rest, and you'd be back tomorrow. Polly knew how stubborn you were. It was easier letting you have your way. If she could visit, she'd call, check in. A good enough compromise for the three of you. He left glasses on the bedside table, breakfast at the edge of the bed, kissing your cheek despite the bug, promising it would only be a few hours, then he'd be home. He wasn't just telling you, but himself, too. Reassuring. If neither you nor his mother were worried, then he shouldn't either. He told himself that over and over again, his mind occupied all day, distracted. A few hours. That was all. Pol called as she promised, informing her son you were just fine every few hours until the day ended.

When he came home, you were fast asleep. The glasses empty, the tray clean, your sheets smelling of soap. You even looked a little healthier. He could rest easy knowing you'd be better tomorrow. But you weren't. You were even hotter, if that was even possible. Practically boiling. Two steps forwars, one step back. Things got worse before they got better, right? You'd be all better tomorrow, you said, not wanting him to waste a day to watch you lay in bed and sleep. Glasses, a tray, a kiss on the cheek, another call out of work. He didn't want this to become standard. He was close to calling a doctor, but you stopped him. They had much more important cases than a high temperature.

So he didn't, but he wished he had.

With every passing hour, you were getting worse. You could feel it. You couldn't eat, or drink, or stop shaking. The fever was supposed to break, but it didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. When he came home you were shivering in your sleep, wearing the same pajamas from the night before, soaked in sweat. You hadn't moved all day. You hadn't been able to, but he didn't know that. He barely slept that night, too scared, watching over you instead. You were you yesterday. That smile, the worry that he'd be late, how comforting you were even when he should have been the shoulder to cry on. You were always there to catch him when he fell too fast, too deep in his own stress. He had to check if you were breathing the next morning, after dozing off for what felt like seconds, barely a blink, your breathing so shallow. You didn't wake up. Not on your own, not when he tried. Wrapped in a blanket, he carried you to the car, your body burning alive, limp in his arms.

He cursed himself in the waiting room of the hospital. He should have called a doctor, he should have brought you in sooner, but he didn't, because it was only supposed to be a fever.

[honeykngdom]

pairing: henry johnson (michael gray) x josephine coventry (oc) a/n: for the wonderful @peakynsfw​ belated 1k writing prompt -- per her request as we are hoes that love sweet henry baby for all he is. this is seriously unedited, but I was so excited to do the thing I had to just get it out ASAP. y’all best enjoy it -- and if you do, consider letting me know, yeah? :) 

“When do you have to leave?” 

Visits from the boy — or man, rather — had grown to be few and far between. Josie could hardly contain her excitement each and every time he wandered into the village, though he never strayed from the core. She supposed that was in an effort to avoid Rosemary and spare her heartache when he left again. 

To spare him the guilt, Josephine made her way to Birmingham instead.

Truthfully, it was like stepping into an entirely different world. A completely new universe. The sky was under a near constant cover of grey clouds, air thick with smoke. The streets were all made the same cobblestone, dirtied with years of wear. Whilst she may have enjoyed being free from the village, her clean skirt and blouse had pulled the attention of many men during her travels. She certainly didn’t belong here.

They hadn’t communicated in months, and it had been a year since Henry left. Josie didn’t take it personally, but she didn’t take kindly to his unfulfilled promise: letters every week, visitation once a month. 

Of course, those were the rules he had put in place for his own sake. With this new life of his came greater responsibility — something he rarely divulged to her. 

“It’s getting dark,” she sighed, fingertips trailing slowly along the naked plane of his chest. “Soon.” 

A disgruntled humph came from the man she clung to, securing his arm over her waist while bringing his lips down to the shell of her ear, “Stay.” 

Josie let out a quiet laugh and shook her head, hand making its way to caress his cheek, “In dirty old Birmingham? I’m a village girl.”

“You’re more than a village girl,” this time his words were laced with vindictive anger. Something about how divided his lives were growing tiresome, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up. “Prettier than the rest.” 

“Nonsense.” 

“No? What, you really still believe Gretchen May is more attractive than you?” 

She brought her eyes to his, drinking in the softness of his features. When she’d first arrived, he was dressed in a starched suit with his hair neatly slicked back. That had been Michael; but after an hour or two, the sharp edges melted into the boy she knew. 

“Men like her.” 

“Men like you,” he caught her chin when she began to pull away, forcing her attention back to him. “What’s so hard to believe about that, eh?” 

Josie paused. When they were here, Henry was really Michael. This persona carried something she had never known, this aura and overwhelming presence of … she wasn’t quite sure. Power? That might be right. 

But she loved Henry. Curly haired, sun kissed and freckled Henry. A village boy wearing a shirt two times too big for him, sporting a goofy smile. That’s the man she knew. That man was her favourite. How could anyone ever ruin him? Why had he let them do it?

“I want to meet your family.” 

“I don’t think you do,” he said with a half-laugh, “You wouldn’t like them.” 

She lifted her nose to the ceiling with a roll of her eyes, “Oh yeah? And what gives you that impression?” 

A sigh escaped from between his lips and into her hair, nose trailing along the gentle curvature of her jaw down to her neck. His lips rested just above her collarbone, peppering the skin with the lightest of kisses. 

“They’re loud.” Josie giggled at when warmth of his breath when it saturated her skin. “They’re crude, completely barbaric. They’ll flirt …”

The mattress sunk under the weight of his knees as he shifted; now looming over her, positioned between her thighs, Henry peered down at her with knowing eyes. 

“You don’t want them to flirt?” 

“Not with you. I’d much rather you refrained from being …” he struggled to find the right word, a smile slowly breaking his lips apart, “Tainted.” 

“Tainted? They’re not evil, Henry.” A brightness returned his cool orbs at the sound of his name, his response being that he dipped for a lingering kiss. Josie didn’t mind when his hands came to grip her hips, fixing himself just so between the apex of he thighs. “Can I at least meet your mother?” 

“Can we not talk about my mum right now?” The words came out as a whisper, lips returning to hers with a feverish need in an attempt to bring the conversation to a halt. He hated saying no to her. 

She brought her hands to his face, thumbs smoothing gently over his cheeks to pull him closer. She moved when he moved, hiking her legs higher around his waist with a delightful hum. Rarely did he ever take without asking, but given they’d already done this once or twice throughout her visit, there wasn't much need. 

Previously, he used to ease himself in. Slowly, giving Josie time to appreciate all he offered, and that allowed them more intimacy. Now, Henry knew no greater joy than watching her face erupt in shock. In one swift movement he bottomed out inside her, pressing his hips into hers, enjoying the way her mouth fell open and eyes rolled. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised. Over the years, their time together had always been sweet. These moments were never mindless or out of pure carnal urges; Henry took his time with her, learned all that made her moan and giggle, knew exactly what she liked and what she loved. 

She loved Henry, and so her Henry he’d always be. 

But a man he was, and his appreciation for her body would never be able to satisfy itself. In between stolen kisses, he righted himself for a few moments at a time to watch her body writhe into the sheets, becoming slick with sweat and leaving dampness in its wake. The red that ghosted over her chest, neck and cheeks was perhaps his favourite look on her. 

Soft and sweet. Josie had kept that facade up for so long, her own curiosities came forward. Boldly, she’d dropped onto her knees and taken him in an alleyway. He’d watch her pleasure herself many times, though she never finished on her own. He always offered a helping hand. However, the longer she held out the more frustrated she grew — and with their visits so far apart, Josie was nearly keeling over for some sort of release. 

After sometime she pushed him away; he was stunned for a moment. That was the first time any woman had done that, let alone his Josie. Her arms then encircled around his neck, moving onto her knees and with as much strength as she could, pulled him down onto his back. Once Henry understood her intentions, he moved his body up to the pillows and relaxed as she straddled his hips. 

Certainly a sight he would never grow tired of. 

Desperate to finish, he lined himself and burrowed himself inside her, hands guiding her hips to move as he bucked up. Each sharp thrust brought her another abrupt shock through her core, the pain not a bother when he slid his hands up to her breasts and circled his fingers around her areola, purposely avoiding her nipples. 

“Henry…” his name came out in a worshiping moan, guttural and hungry. 

He sat upright, arms holding her frame steady while he worked with the new angle. “Say it again, say my name.” He encouraged with a grunt, mouth latched onto her neck. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered when his teeth sunk into her sweet spot, “H—“ 

“Michael!” 

All movements stopped. He whipped back so fast, Josie nearly toppled backwards off the bed. “Pardon you?” 

“Michael?” 

He snapped his head to the right, eyes wide and staring at the door. “Shit,” he hissed, hastily reaching for the briefs discarded on the floor. “She’s not supposed to be here.” 

Josie sat on the bed, albeit annoyed with the loss of contact, she pulled the sheet up over her chest, “Would that be the mum you didn’t want to talk about?” 

“Josie,” he warned in a firm voice, eyes boring into hers with a stern intensity. This was likely the first time he’d ever say this to her. “No.” 

“Josie, yes.” She argued, sliding herself off the bed to join him next to his dresser. He was fumbling for clothing — clothing the woman downstairs would approve of, no doubt. A crisp white shirt, grey slacks. “You’re just going to leave me up here?” 

The look he gave her suggested he was thinking of doing just that. 

“Absolutely not!” Henry quickly covered her mouth, shooting her another look in warning. 

“Please,” he hardly ever begged, let alone begged her. “I’ll only be gone a while.” 

“I should be going.” She reminded him, bringing a hand up to touch his chin. 

There was a brief moment where his resolve disappeared. Henry took her into his arms, hand curling into a fistful of hair to tilt her head backwards. 

“Stay.” 

“Let me meet her.” 

They were in a stalemate. Truthfully, Josie didn’t want to leave. She never wanted to leave. When he asked, she nearly said yes but what good would it do when she left in the morning. She was still a hidden secret, something he kept private and to himself and while she wanted to enjoy that he wanted her all to himself, a small part couldn’t help but wonder if he were ashamed. 

She was a village girl, after all. 

“Please?” 

He slumped his shoulders in defeat, “Alright,” he didn’t sound the least bit pleased, “get dressed, then.”

Josie didn’t care for his reluctance. She pulled her garments on, smoothing down the crinkles before looking to him for approval. He nodded once, then turned to retreat from the room. She never had the opportunity to see the rest of the house, so when he took her down a hallway different from where she came, she couldn’t help but drink in all the splendor. 

They certainly lived like Kings. 

“Michael, there you are,” the woman’s voice was strong and short, her words cutting through the air like knives. “Are you deaf?” 

“Mum,” he said cautiously, finally revealing Josie by stepping out of her way; Josie finally set her eyes on the woman sitting on the couch, draping her coat over the arm. Her movements halted when she brought her eyes to the girls, unsure of what to make of the situation. “This is Josephine Coventry.”

“Who’s she? One of your many friends, Michael?” Josie noted the disdain that clung to the word ‘friends’ — the insinuation it brought. She figured that he didn’t spend much of his time alone, not with his devilishly handsome features. 

“I’m a friend of Henry’s,” Josie quipped before he could reply, hoping his mother would understand what she meant. 

It appeared she did. “That’s different.” Her eyes turned to her son. 

“I only came to visit because he’s rotten at keeping promises.” 

Her eyes still remained on Henry’s, “Promises, eh?” 

Josie realized the conversation was going nowhere, and he had yet to actually introduce his mother. After another moment of silence, she stepped forward with an outstretched hand. “Your name?” 

“Polly.” Her red lips closed around a cigarette, drawing in a deep inhale. “Polly Gray.” 

“Well, Polly Gray,” Josie sat opposite to her, “I apologize on behalf of your sons poor manners.” 

Much to Henry’s disdain, Polly and Josie got along well. Polly indulged her with pieces of his current life she wasn’t privy to, told her stories of his new adventures with his friend Isaiah and cousin Finn. It sounded like he had everything he ever could’ve wanted here in Birmingham. Money. Power. Respect. A name that everyone knew. 

Josie told his mother about the village boy he once was. The way he helped Rosemary plant her garden and pick weeds, how nurturing he was to the horses in the stables. How they brought his kid brother to the field every Sunday to kick the football around for a little while before the sunset. How he used to enjoy drawing. How he used to love music, how he even used to dance. Mind you, she also slipped in that he had two left feet, but Polly was still joyful to finally learn about the boy she never knew. 

Henry hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise, nearly contemplated leaving them for a drink in the other room. Truth be told, he didn’t entirely hate that they got along. In fact, it was nice to see Polly civil with another woman. Outside of Ada, and perhaps Lizzie, the woman didn’t care for any other trollops the boys brought round. 

As uncanny as the situation might’ve been, he was thankful that for the time being, she was still only his. Polly wouldn’t bring her up, not without him giving her a cause. He’d prefer to keep his cousins away from Josie, and all to himself. 

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Meet Cute

(Michael Gray x Reader - One-Shot)

(The Title is a reference to one of my favourite Rom Com’s - The Holiday)

Summary: A little one-shot, about how Michael comes to meet the reader

Word Count: 1400 even

Warnings: This one-shot is a rewrite of a scene from season 2, so there are a couple of racist remarks, just like in the original scene, so please skip this one-shot if you think it may trigger you. I in no way condone racism

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Isaiah was right, the Marquis was crawling with beautiful unattached women, women that sat at tables sipping on drinks they bought with their own money, no beau attached to their arms as they laughed and flirted with any man of their own choosing.  Times certainly were changing and right now Michael could only see the benefits of all those changes.  

Walking up to the bar they both ordered their drinks and as the bartender was busy fulfilling their order, Michael turned around to lean up against the counter. Looking across the room his eyes quickly came to settle upon one very beautiful girl. There she sat chatting and laughing with her friend, her (HC) hair sat in loose gentle curls that almost reached her shoulders, not quite the latest fashion, yet somehow looking perfect, framing her stunning features. Michael found it almost impossible to keep his eyes from her, finding it hard to believe there were currently no men interested in competing for her affections.

The bartender placed the drinks to the counter with a loud clink, breaking Michael from his reverie and for a moment both he and Isaiah remained there, leaning up against the counter drinking mouthfuls of their whiskey and chatting. Yet before long, his eyes drifted back upon the beautiful girl at the table, where he found her gazing curiously at him, the most exquisite smile gracing her lips. Michael was sure he felt his cheeks grow red at her attention and quickly averted his gaze to the floor, Isaiah noticing his reaction with a laugh, “Seen somethin’ you like, Mickey?”

Clearing his throat, he took a sip of whiskey not bothering to answer. All the while, looking to his feet, praying Isaiah wouldn’t turn around and bring more attention to him. Lifting his head from the floor, he found his prayers unanswered, watching as Isaiah looked behind his shoulder to her table. Turning back to Michael he looked surprised, “What?... you haven’t met her yet? Giving a bit of a snicker, Isaiah sounded amused as he slapped him across his shoulder, “You might be in with a chance there, no one else is good enough for her, hell, the men around here are too scared to even touch her with a ten-foot pole.”

Michael looked at Isaiah, his face filled with confusion, “What do you mean… who is she?”

Shaking his head, Isaiah once again looked to him with surprise, “I really can’t believe you haven’t met her yet.  That girl there is Tommy’s cousin.”  Isaiah noticed how Michael’s expression fell a little and he knew exactly what Michael was thinking, “Don’t worry, she is no relation to you, she’s Tommy’s mother’s niece, but she’s practically a little sister to them.”

Everything fell into place for Michael, his face dawning with awareness. “Ohhh…is that (YN) (YLN).” He had heard a lot about this girl but had never managed to meet her.  

Isaiah nodded his head and smiled, “Yeah, probably the prettiest girl in all of Birmingham and no one’s allowed to touch her, your cousins are very protective of her, but maybe they’ll let you have a go.”

Michael didn’t know why Isaiah’s last comment annoyed him so much, but it did and he found himself giving him a bit of a death stare, Isaiah put his hands in the air and laughed, realising he had hit a nerve, “I meant no disrespect,” he then gave Michael a little smirk and with a nod of his head in her direction, he continued, “C’mon, let me introduce you, you can have (YN) and I'll take her friend.”

Michael all of a sudden felt nervous, his heart speeding up as he made a move to follow Isaiah, though they were both stopped short when a man came between them and the girl's table. Giving Michael the quick once over he turned his attention to Isaiah, “I don't drink with Blacks.”  

Isaiah rolled his eyes and threw down his cigarette, “Here we fucking go.”

The bartender realising exactly who the boys were, tried to diffuse the situation, “They're okay Paddy, let it be.”

The man wouldn't let it go, “No, it's not, I said I don't drink in pubs with Blacks.”

Michael was quick to speak in his friend's defence, just two simple words but his message was clear, “Then leave.”

Again the bartender tried to intervene,  “I'm tellin’ you to leave it Paddy.”

Still, the guy wouldn't let it go, clearly in search for a fight, his stupid friends gathering around to back him up. And after yet another smart comment, the guy pulled back to land a punch in Isaiah's direction, but was stopped short when (YN) hastily placed herself between them. Shoving her hand against the guy's chest, she pushed him back with a surprising amount of force, leaving Michael a little astonished. The man looked at her, his face going a little blank, unsure as to what he was supposed to do, then she spoke, “Are you bloody daft Paddy? Next time you want to pick a fight, make sure you know who you're picking it with.”  As she turned around slightly, Michael found himself close enough to look into her (EC) eyes, ‘My God, beautiful,’ was the only thought going through his head.

(YN) didn't notice him staring as she gestured towards Isaiah and, continued, “Don't you know he's a Peaky Boy?” Then moving her hand towards Michael, she continued, “And if I'm right, this here, is Michael Gray, Polly’s son.”

The man's expression grew panicked, almost scared as he backed away a couple of steps, his hands palms up in front of himself, “I'm sorry (YN), I never knew.... I never would have.... sorry.”  Turning to face both Isaiah and Michael, he gave them both his apologies and quickly made his way from the pub, looking in quite a hurry to leave.

Straightening out his suit, Isaiah looked to (YN), running a hand across his head, “We could have handled that, you know.”

(YN) gave a little laugh, the sound causing Michael’s heart to quicken, “Yeah, I know, but you would have ruined my evening and probably got my favourite pub burnt down.”  Then looking to Michael, she gave him a smile that found him holding his breath, “Besides, we don't want you boys messing up your handsome faces.” Isaiah laughed at her reply as she turned her full attention to Michael, “So am I right? Are you Polly’s son?”

Looking at him expectantly with her stunning (EC) eyes, Michael could feel his face heating up again, clearing his throat he nodded his head and answered her as well as his twisted tongue would let him. “Aah... Yeah... but... how did you know?”

With all the confidence in the world, (YN) gave him a look that told him she knew exactly the effect she was having on him.  Taking her time, she picked off some imaginary fluff from his jacket lapel, “Well, your mother keeps telling me how handsome her son is and besides, you look so much like her it was easy to tell.” Michael gave her a bit if a smile feeling like a shy schoolboy, before she added, “Why don't you and Isaiah buy me and my friend here a drink, then we can sit down and have a bit of a chat.” Moving her hand from his jacket, she looked up at him through her lashes, the sight making him want to bite his lip, her words making his train of thought derail, “After all, we are... almost family.”

With that, Isaiah clapped his hands together, obviously happy with the invitation, Michael feeling relieved when his friend replied for him, “I'll be in that, c'mon Mickey let's get these two lovely ladies some drinks.”

Turning towards the bar, Michael inhaled quietly and smiled to himself, his heart still beating too fast in his chest, his cheeks still a little too flushed and his head awash with too many thoughts. Shaking his head he lit a cigarette and leaned up against the bar, unable to believe how much his life had changed since moving to Small Heath. Turning his head, his gaze settled upon (YN) as she sat there laughing with her friend, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his lips, thinking and hoping his life was just about to get a whole lot better.

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Then and Now

You didn’t know what to think when your childhood friend Henry Johnson disappeared. On a business trip to Birmingham with your father a few years later, you run into him again and reminisce about the past in more ways than one.

Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: lots of fluff, things get a little hot and heavy

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You couldn’t believe it when he walked in.

Trying to pass time in the waiting area of Shelby Company Limited was boring you to death. Your father had stepped back into Tommy Shelby’s office, leaving you to watch the secretary tap away at her typewriter. You sighed and were letting your mind wander when the door pushed open and a young man strode over to the secretary’s desk.

You recognized him immediately. Henry was your closest childhood friend, your teenage partner in crime, and eventually your first kiss. Of everyone in your hometown, you were the most baffled when he left. But there he was, just a few feet away and already leaving you breathless.

“Henry?” you said hesitantly, standing up and smoothing out your dress.

He turned, his brows knitted with confusion that disappeared as soon as he saw you. “Y\N, is that you?”

Dropping his papers on the desk, he immediately crossed the room and crushed you into a hug. You loved having him in your arms again and how tightly he held on, as if trying to make up for the few years gone by. When you pulled back again his hands slid to your waist and you stayed there, gazing at each other a moment too long. His green eyes were as bright as you remembered. Finally you both snapped out of it and Henry cleared his throat, though the smile never left his lips.

“I can’t believe it’s you, Y\N. What are you doing here?”

“My father’s going into business with Tommy Shelby and he let me tag along. I’d never been to Birmingham before. It has...quite the scenery,” you said with a grimace, making both of you laugh. “But what are you doing here, Henry? Do you work for the company?”

“It’s actually Michael now,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Michael?”

He took your hand like he’d done hundreds of times before, ready to lead you on another adventure. “C’mon, I’ll explain.”

Before you could make it to the door leading to the offices, the secretary piped up. “Michael, Tommy wanted you to --”

“It’s alright, Lizzie. Tell Tommy I’m in a meeting, too.” He gave a mischievous grin that you knew well and squeezed your hand for emphasis.

He pulled you down the hallway of offices and came to a stop in front of one that was right outside of Tommy Shelby’s. You barely heard your father’s muffled voice because you were more focused on the door that read Michael Gray, Chief Accountant.

“Michael...” you mulled, then raised an eyebrow at the man beside you. “Am I just supposed to call you Michael now?”

“I think so, yeah.”

You gave a sly grin. “I don’t hate it.”

Michael nodded proudly and led you into the office, where you were in awe of the lavish furnishings. But before you could explore the all of the knicknacks and picture frames, he made you sit down and let him explain everything that had happened. Tommy visiting, finding out about his real family, running away to Birmingham and becoming part of the family business, all of it.

You listened intently, trying to keep an open mind, but by the end your heart was as heavy as when he first left. You looked down at your lap and tried to find the right words but none came. Only when Michael took your hand in both of his did you meet his gaze again.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he murmured, swirling his thumb on your skin, “but I needed to be here. Doing this with my family.”

You nodded earnestly. “I know. I know you hated it there, Henr...Michael. You always dreamed of getting out. And here you are,” you added, waving a hand at the room.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, here I am. You want to look around now?”

You both stood up at the same time and found yourselves a little too close together. After nearly bumping noses, you laughed it off and stepped back. Michael walked around to sit at his desk and you finally noticed how his suits were sharper, he carried himself a little taller, and he looked like he belonged behind that desk. Your Henry that climbed trees and played muddy games of football with the other little boys was gone.

He was grown now.

You shook your head and turned to survey the rest of the room in all its glory. Stacks of papers and certificates were held down by paperweights, pens were discarded next to a teapot, and you ran your fingertips along the spines of all the old and new books on the shelves. A few framed photographs depicted his cousin’s wedding party and the woman he’d pointed out as his real mother. You took it all in with a gentle smile.

Then an intricate ceramic box on one of the shelves caught your eye and you looked at Michael for permission.

He was watching you amusedly. “Go on.”

It was heavier than you expected but you held it tightly, opening it to find tiny flowers painted on the inside. The flowers and leaves reminded you of gardens back home and you wondered if Michael kept it for that reason.

“It’s beautiful.”

He smiled and pulled out a cigarette. “A little old lady gave that to me because I convinced Tommy to not burn down her son’s pub. Bad for business, you know.”

After safely returning the box to its spot you set your sights back on Michael with a smirk. You crossed the room to his side of the desk and hoisted yourself up, just out of reach of his crossed legs.

“Listen to you, ‘bad for business’,” you giggled. Then you plucked the cigarette from his mouth and took a drag. “You smoke these now?”

“Sometimes. Do you?”

When stifling your cough didn’t work, you just put out the cig in the ashtray. “Sometimes.”

That had both of you laughing again and then you trailed off when you looked out of the office window into the foggy Birmingham sky. It was quiet for a moment too long while you worked up the courage for your next question.

“Do you ever miss home?”

Michael lifted his eyes to to find you still looking away. “I think about you sometimes.”

Your heart bottomed out and you wrung your hands in your lap but couldn’t meet his gaze. It would give you too much hope. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” He stood up and rounded in front of you, waiting with a gentle smile until you looked at him. “We had a lot of fun when we were kids. I didn’t know any other girl who could drive her mother as crazy as I did mine. And when we were older...”

He trailed off, unsure of breaching the subject. But you encouraged him by resting a hand on his chest and he leaned into your touch, stepping closer until he was between your legs. He glanced around your face as if trying to re-memorize every inch and let his fingers brush your cheek. Your breath caught at his close proximity and your gaze unconsciously dipped to his lips when he spoke again.

“Well, things weren’t so bad when we were older, either. That’s what I remember most.”

That was all the prompting either of you needed and you met in the middle for a tentative kiss. It was a gentle test of the waters and Michael rested his forehead to yours in the wake, but only for a moment. The water was just fine and both of you dove in.

His open mouth slid against yours passionately and your arms wrapped around to seal his body to you. All of the tension and uncertainty melted away at his touch and you let yourself get lost in the moment and in the feel of Michael’s hands smoothing down your sides. You flashed back to the few other times he’d kissed you but this was the best yet, proven by his strong mouth capturing yours again and again. He even chased your lips when you tried to break the kiss, stealing one more before he let you speak.

You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, still panting. “Can they see us through the glass?”

“Do you care?” Michael countered with a smirk. There was that reckless streak you missed.

Clasping your hands, he tugged you with him until he sat in his chair and you straddled his lap. Your chest flushed with heat at the precarious position but you loved having Michael under you again and could feel him already growing hard. His grip settled at your waist and he watched you hungrily, sending that heat from your chest rushing down to your core.

His mouth was on you again in a flash, kissing you like no time was lost between now and your younger days in the countryside. It was playful and eager and he toyed with your tongue to make you laugh and god you’d missed smiling into him. Your hands raked from his hair to his shoulders, anything to pull him impossibly closer.

You had just started fumbling with his waistcoat buttons when a door slammed down the hall. After leaping off of Michael’s lap, both of you stared at his office door with baited breath. But nobody came.

“That was close,” you whispered childishly.

“Couldn’t have your father finding us again, hm?”

The two of you shared a smile and started fixing your disheveled appearances. You tugged your dress back into place and watched as Michael straightened out his suit. He cocked his head at you when he caught you staring.

“Do you like it?” He made a show of fiddling with his cufflinks.

“I really do.”

He noticed your change in tone and nearly melted under your heavy-lidded gaze. You wanted to tell him exactly how you’d let him take off each layer of his clothes and yours, but voices from down the hall dragged you back to reality once again.

Michael sighed. “We should probably get back to them.”

You nodded and let him open the door before sauntering past, relishing in how he nearly groaned just watching your hips swing. Just like good old days. But you were only a few steps down the hall when he caught your hand and turned you toward him.

“How long are you in town?” he asked earnestly.

“Two days. Then it’s back home.” You smiled sadly, cupping his cheek. “But we’re staying in a hotel up the road. Maybe we could go out tonight? You could show me all of Birmingham.”

With a kiss and a squeeze to your hand, he promised just that. Then the two of you continued down the hall walking a few paces apart so that no one would suspect anything. You found your father and Tommy Shelby still talking out front.

“Ah, Y\N, the secretary told me you were acquainting yourself with Mr. Shelby’s accountant,” your father called, waving you over to him.

“You remember Henry?” you answered, linking your arm with Michael’s. “It’s a long story, but he’s working for Mr. Shelby now.”

Michael shook your father’s hand and they began chatting. You noticed Tommy Shelby watching you curiously and he pulled out a cigarette just like Michael had earlier. Apparently he really was related to the Shelbys.

Tommy stepped closer to speak to you, nonchalantly puffing smoke into the wind. “I hear from Lizzie that you reacquainted yourself with Michael rather well, Miss Y\L\N. She takes advantage of the thin office walls.”

Your eyes blew wide and you tried to stumble around an answer. “Mr. Shelby, sir, I don’t know --”

“Don’t worry, that’s no business of mine. What is my business is giving Michael the day off tomorrow.”

At that moment Michael glanced at you with a smile before turning back to the conversation with your father. Your heart swelled and you nodded resolutely.

“That would be lovely, Mr. Shelby. Thank you.”