#Micheal Gray Fanfiction

[virgoilluminati]

A/N; Hello, so I’m currently very burnt out due to exams and literally can barely write anything. That’s why I have decided to redo this whole tumblr page and start from scratch. But I have seen these social media things all over tumblr and really wanted to give it a go with my faves. This one is obviously about my loverrrr finn cole 💕 but I want to do lots of different ones based on whoever you guys would want to see. I wanna give credit to some of the people that I saw do this before on here (please go check them out because they are all so lovely) and say thank you because you have become my inspiration ❣️there are so many but here are my main inspo a @http-alexademie, @happy4harry @tillthelandslide @pancakes4two. I literally just love this idea and found it so fun to do, so thank youuuu 💕

Context: Y/N played Jules Solomans - Alfie Solomans daughter in the last two seasons of Peaky Blinders. Jules and Micheal are basically a couple (instead of Gina). This is set at the BAFTAs, that happened last night, if hypothetically peaky blinders got nominated for awards and y/n got nominated for supporting actor. (Which IRL Cillian Murphy was ROBBED from). Enjoy xx

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@ finn_cole: Bafta ready, with the help of @britishvogue, feeling especially amazing tonight. Best of luck to all nominated ✌🏻

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@finncolefanacc: He’s so pretty 😍 someone please wife him up!

@boceybocey: best of luck mate

@ finn_cole: @boceybocey, not the same without you.

@peakyblinderdaily: damn, it sucks paul can’t be there the one time peaky got nominated :(

@peakyblindersfan1: I can’t believe that peaky blinders finally got the recognition they deserved!! Please give our boys the win! #BAFTA

@ joecole: getting the band back together

@ cillianmurphyofficial : @joecole, can’t wait. Been a while.

@yourinstagram: best of luck Micheal Grey x

@finncoleslay: wait, why is no one talking about @yourinstagram! Her comment I-

@yourinstagramfandaily: @yourinstagram, Gurl - you have some explaining to do-

@Johndeservedtolive: OMG, are theyyy—? No, they can’t be—. I—! Oh my gawddd I am going to faint…

@ yourinstagram

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@ yourinstagram: thank you for all your love and support. I am so greatful to be nominated for supporting actress tonight. Love you all ❣️

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@yourinstagramslayys: Your deserve it babes, literally her acting in peaky blinders, was phenomenal.

@Y/nisbae; slayyying as per usual 🔥

@JulesSolomonsisbae: Y/N for the winnnnnn 🥇

@florencepugh: good luck bestie, although you won’t need it.

@ yourinstagram: @florencepugh drinks on me, regardless.

@finncoleslay: THEY’RE BOTH WEARING BLACK. OML MATCHING OUTFITS ALREADY!!-

@ zendaya: 🔥🔥🔥

@ finncole: @ zendaya agreed.

@peakyblindersdailyyyy: - wait a damn minute…. Now wait a damn minute

@ finn&yn: It’s happening, oh my god it’s happening - everyone calm. Don’t panic I-I

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@ yourinstagram: Thank you, that’s all I can say. From the bottom of my heart. This has been a dream come true. I have no words.

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@Peakyblindersofficial: Congratulations, our Jules always and forever.

@ cillianmurphyofficial: Well deserved, absolute pleasure to have worked alongside you for the last three years, what adventures to come! ❣️

@ joecole: Y/N strikes again! Absolutely brilliant.

@ florencepugh: Absolute legend, drinks are on me.

@ yourinstagram: @ florencepugh thats a first. Damn I must’ve done well.

@julessolomansslayys: So proud! So proud!

@ y/nmybae: I AM SO HAPPY AHHHHHH

@ finncole: beautiful award for a beautiful girl.

@ yourusername: @ finncole thank you, glad I have such a handsome man by my side

@ finn&y/n: it’s official guys! Oh my god. Oh my god.

@ peakyblindersofficial

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@ peakyblindersofficial: Well, we may not have won the best crime drama award, but our congratulations go to our very own, @ yourinstagram, who received her first ever BAFTA award tonight. Absolutely smashed it - always and forever our Jules Gray Solomans

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@ yourinstagram: thank you for giving me the opportunity to play this amazing character. Will live with me forever. ❣️

@ y/nisbae: Yes, the queen deserves everything!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

@Jules&Micheal: @ yourinstagram Thank you for being our role model. We are so proud.

@peakyblindersdailyyy: Cillian was ROBBED, but I am so proud of our girl. Couldn’t ask for anymore 💕💕

@ finncole: My Girl. ❣️

@ yourinstagram: @ finncole, I love you

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[peakyblinders1919]

Hi again, another possible peaky imagine for Michael or Finn x reader where she forgets her glasses at his place or the office after a date with him so the next morn she goes to get them. But the guy isn’t there and like Polly or whoever opens the door thinks she’s a ho he forgot to pay. She quickly gives her money and tells her to “go get”. Now the reader is confused b/c she doesn’t know what they want her to get (she’s a v). So she knocks again, this goes 3 times before boy comes. Then fluff❤

"What the fuck!"

"Shh, shh, keep your voice down."

"Should have told that to your mother before she started screaming to the whole street I'm a whore."

"I was upstairs the whole time, she didn't say that-"

"If you were 'upstairs', you should have come down and saved me sooner. Look, Michael, look what she gave me. Shoved it into my hands, apologized, and shut the door in my face."

It was his turn to be embarrassed, eyes glazing over your scrunched up features, before traveling down to your hands filled with what he could only assume was his mother's money. In frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Tell me,” you bit back, crossing your arms over your chest. You thought about throwing the money back at him- taking it would only confirm what Polly had insinuated- but for now you clutched it tighter. “Is this a normal occurrence?”

“What? No, of course not?”

“How, how, how do I know? She didn’t seem very surprised at the thought of you having a lady caller for the night, forgetting to pay her. But why do I get the sense she’d be surprised to know her son has a been in an exclusive relationship. Because that is what we’ve been in, right?”

“YES!” He spewed, feeling close to combusting at the accusation. “Yes, that’s what we’ve been in. I swear Y/N I swear.” 

Silence lingered. Eyes trying hard to stay on the other, figure out if words were enough. 

“Y/N please.” A gangster begging on the streets was almost enough to make you smile. “You’ve got to believe me.”

“You know, I was just coming back for my glasses, can’t type up the reports without them. I left them on your side dresser last night-“

What you were looking for were right in his hands, trying to lighten the mood with his smile as he handed them over.

“I know. I was going to bring them to you, with that chocolate croissant you like for breakfast. You must be needing a recharge after last night…”

“After this morning.” you sighed and chuckled all the same, though Michael Gray had done it yet again. Knowing exactly what to say to get you to forgive and forget. “You owe me breakfast, lunch, and dinner with your mother so I don’t get mistaken for a whore the next time I’m around.”

He laughed, intertwining his fingers with yours as he started you both off in the direction of the bakery. “You might want to wear something else then.”

“Michael Gray!” You shrieked, hitting him with your purse lightly for insinuating such a thing. You both knew it was a joke the way his all-too-rare laughter hung from his lips and rung through the streets. 

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Writing Table of Contents

Writing Prompt Responses

Ash Gray Blood: A vampire hunter who is also a vampire comes home after a hunt gone wrong.

The Shadow Guardian: Two people with inextricably linked superpowers discover each other.

The Escalator: A shopkeeper has an unconventional mode of travel through monster-infested lands.

Untitled Ghost House: A ghost welcomes a vampire into his home.

Eight Percent: A factory manager is replaced by their superior.

Original Fiction

A Man Walks Into a Gas Station at 2AM: Comical story inspired by my time working at a convenience store.

Fanfiction

FNAF: Siblings in Blood: Vanny follows her Father's instructions for the Pizzaplex.

FNAF: "But Something is Wrong With Me.": Micheal Afton is dead. (prequel to "I Will Put You Back Together")

FNAF: "I Will Put You Back Together": The Puppet follows Micheal Afton home.

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My Original Thoughts: #rambles

Cold Takes: #bear's boomer opinions

Other people's art that I like: #art for eating

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[mxpseudonym]

Indulgent

Pairing: Michael x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael is your father’s easy to tease business parter and you are one lucky bitch. In which Michael Gray is an ass man and a thigh man who gets lost in the wap.  

Length: 2153 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Spicy, Smut, Oral Sex, Michael is a little punk as usual 

A/N: Michael won the spicy scenario contest! This was v fun to write and honestly, we love a cocky yet generous lover on this blog. Shout out to all my thick thigh thirsty bishes. 

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"Are those new?" Michael asked, only shifting his eyes from the documents he was signing for a moment. You lifted your leg, showing off your new french stockings to your father's business partner. Bringing Shelby Company Ltd documents to be signed by Michael Gray himself was the only errand of your father's that you volunteered to help with. The ever serious, young businessman was easy on the eyes and easy to rile up- your two favorite things. 

"They are, Mr. Gray. I'm surprised you noticed. I didn't think country boys cared about such things, even when they become handsome company men." 

You couldn't help it. Calling Michael a "country boy" was your favorite jab as it was the one where he gave you an annoyed glare, much like he was now. He ignored you, however, and returned your documents to their folder. 

"Of course, I noticed. And did you buy them yourself?" 

"I did. I buy all of my lingerie." 

You smiled cheekily as you stood. You headed towards the door, documents in hand, when Michael stopped you by gripping your wrist. You turned and felt your back hit the wall next to the door when he took a step closer. 

"Are you wearing it now?" 

Though you'd been hoping for this moment, you still felt the heat warm your cheeks at such a question. Micheal's hand reached up, his knuckles brushing against your stomach and dragging the fabric against your skin. "Is there more under this?" 

"Yes," you finally answered softly. 

"Can I see it? Please?" 

As Michael scrunched up the fabric of your beaded dress, you thought about how devious he sounded whenever he used polite words. You'd be better off if he'd just commanded it. Michael pulled your dress up until it was above you bralette, and you shifted under his gaze. He let out a soft grunt and reached up. 

Your breath hitched in anticipation, ready for his touch. Instead, you heard the click of the lock next to you. It wasn't necessary. You strategically came after hours, and the office was empty. If anything, it was a signal to you for what was about to come. 

"Hold this."

It took a moment before you realized he wanted you to stand here, back pressed against the wall of his office, holding your skirt by the hem, so a man you hadn't even had dinner with had his way with you. Who were you to disobey?

Michael kneeled before you, still eyeing you with a look of satisfaction and renewed hunger. He found your waist, caressing up to your ribs then down to grasp your fleshy backside covered in silky, lacey delicates. 

If his touch hadn't already set your face aflame, the eager moan that left you at the feeling of Michael's unforgiving groping would have done it. 

He swore under his breath before leaning in and pressing his lips against your stomach. His hands slid from your backside down to massage your thighs as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your tummy. Every so often, he'd bite down, quick to cover the teeth marks with a hot, soothing tongue before you could complain. 

You'd slept with a few people before, but this was a different kind of act. Were you always this sensitive? Or perhaps it was the way Michael seemed to be trying to consume. Your new stockings were a bit tight on the lining, and the garters pressed into the meat of your thigh as you were still getting used to adjusting the clasps. The combination made the pudge of your thighs spill over in a way you weren't sure about, but Michael couldn't get enough of. 

His nimble fingers played with the hems of your stockings, dipping under them almost absentmindedly before letting the material snap. His fingers slipped under the straps of your garter as well, teasing you further until he moved from your stomach, now littered in love bites, to lean down and bite at your thighs. You could feel the hot dampness of his tongue through your stockings for only a moment before he moved on. 

"Michael," you gasped loudly when he shamelessly pressed a kiss to your mound through the fabric. He paused. You thought you'd upset him, but after a moment, you felt a soft vibration against your hips. He was... laughing. 

Michael looked up at you through his eyelashes, and you almost gasped at how boyish he looked in that moment, the first time he'd looked straight into your eyes since moving down your body. 

"Y/n, you can take more, can't you? I even haven't done anything yet." 

There's a wicked smugness about his words that left you pouting. "Stop that." He gives the order seriously, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth instead. "Good girl."

Your fingers clenched around the hem that was now anchored at your bust. Everything Michael was saying went straight to your core. Though he was teasing, you hoped Michael was right about you being able to take more. 

His unspoken statement of "are you this wanton already" was apparent. He'd hardly started, and you were already trembling and so close to the edge. It wasn't your fault, you decided. He was the one who was as calculated as ever, even in the way he unclasped your garters to tug your shorts down your legs. 

"Can you multitask?" He asked, arrogant as ever. You nearly slammed your legs closed around his stupid face. However, he reached up and pulled down one of your hands, guiding it to hold up your leg by the back of your knee. Your back pressed harder against the wall as you adjusted to your new balancing act. 

Gingerly, Michael leaned forward and kissed your aching pussy, making your breath hitch. He leaned back and looked up at you, the glint of his lips apparent even before he slowly licked his lips. You said his name weakly, meaning to scold him for being vulgar. He pushed all of your words away, however.

"You're so wet."

He was leaning in again, and you could only tilt your head back in delight but also disbelief that this was even happening as Michael indulged. 

Indulgence was the perfect word for it. Michael wasn't one to rush, but he'd never waste time. His nosed skimmed the soft hair on your mound as he nudged your clit. Michael moaned when his tongue laved over the length of you. He was eating you well. He was eating you for fun. 

You hadn't thought about staying quiet due to your whereabouts, and you were glad for it seeing as you would have failed. Your cries filled the air of the office, making both of you even hotter. Michael dipped between your folds, prodding your entrance with a stiff tongue and making you a bit dizzy as the heat that had rushed to your face ran between your legs.

Michael, for a moment, took inventory of the situation without stopping his efforts. Maybe something was off if he had this good of a time, not that that would have hindered him. Your thighs were warm around him, you were positively trembling, and making you cum as a way to shut you up was becoming addictive. He can hardly keep up with your bucking hips as you cum from his tongue, circling your sensitive bud. As you panted, you could feel Michael's breath against your still twitching cunt as he spoke into it, almost to himself. 

"Mm, you taste sweet. Dripping too."

Though this wasn't planned, there was a natural flow to these things. Michael had fully expected to be inside of you by now. But you looked enticing in your lingerie, and your skin was so soft he couldn't help but kiss the inside of your thighs. And you were whining for more? He could feel himself bulging against his pants, and yet he couldn't stop himself from diving back in. He needed more. 

He fired you from the job of holding your leg up and threw it over his shoulder instead. Your hand clenched his hair, earning a deep groan from the man beneath you. Your hips rocked against his mouth, and he quickly matched your rhythm, never letting you escape from the pleasure you instinctively felt was too much. 

"Ah, Micheal, please," you panted. A sudden pinch to your backside made you jump and look down at him with wide eyes. 

"I said hold it," he said, face glossy with you. You realized only then that you'd dropped your dress, and it was disrupting his progress. 

"S-sorry, Mr. Gray" 

"If you can't hold it, bite it for Christ's sake," he said, dismissive as ever. And yet, the was a glint in his eye from you saying his name that way made you realize it was a new command. Michael looked you over, your eyes teary from your dress now stuffed in your mouth like a gag and a muffled whimper coming from you when he hungrily licked his smirking lips.

Seeing you like this was more than he could ask for. Your cries were muffled but no longer held back. He looped an arm under your leg, keeping your hips still with a firm hand. The least he could do was release anything holding him back as well. 

You came again from his mouth alone, and yet you felt a stiff finger slide into you before you were even sure your waves of pleasure had subsided. Michael's tongue flattened against your bud, and your head fell back, eyes clenched shut. Having something to clench around was more than satisfying.

"Can I have you like this all the time, love?" Michael asked, watching your face as he added a second finger with ease. Your whimper at the initial feeling turned into a loud moan when he curled them inside of you. "Maybe not, though. You can barely keep it together. You should see yourself right now, y/n."

"Mm!" Even if you weren't gagged, you still would have had trouble calling his name. Every thought left your head. Only the chase of more releases and the sound of Michael's voice remained. 

"Can't help that you're addicting, y/n. I did want to have you over the couch or something, but that'll have to wait. I want to tire you out just like this. You're a tight little thing too. Squeezing the life out of me, just from a couple of fingers." 

He chuckled, and the familiar embarrassment that also made you more aroused shot through you. He pressed deep into you and massaged your walls, pushing you off the edge once again. He let you pull his hair with both hands, only groaning as his head tilted back from the force. 

Even like this, he didn't stop. Instead, he used the added wetness to add a finger. 

"Sorry, I'm greedy. Can I have one more, y/n? Just one more okay?" He said it so casually you'd think he was saying one more cigarette or one more pint. He pulled the dress from your mouth, revealing the ache in your jaw that you couldn't be bothered with yet. 

"I want to hear you." 

He pressed a hand against your stomach, holding the dress and your hips still as he leaned him and attacked your clit once more. The tightening coil in your lower belly was almost overwhelming now. 

"Oh god, too much, too deep," 

"Hm? You're not making sense, love," Michael said just as he began a steady pace of pressing the sweet spot deep in you. "It's too much?" You only responded with your eyes rolling back as you shivered. "You're this worked up from my fingers. How do you think you'll be when I actually get inside of you?" 

The thought itself made your walls flutter around him. Your body tensed and released as you cried out. Michael continued until you were calmed, merely whimpering. He freed you, and you slowly found yourself panting on your knees. 

Through hooded eyes, you watched Michael lick your cum from his fingers. How did this country boy end up this way? He pulled his handkerchief out and cleaned his hands, then his face. 

"Sorry, you didn't get a taste, love. Here." 

Michael let you slump forward into his arms, wrapping you in his warmth before kissing you. His tongue pressed past your lips before you could even think to stop it. As he intended, you could taste yourself all over him. 

Something stirred in you, but you were too spent at the moment to do much more than getting drunk off of this sinful kiss. Michael kissed you fervently until finally, they came soft and lazy. When he pulled away, he cupped your cheek. 

"That was good," you finally said. You leaned against Michael's chest and closed your eyes, allowing a small smile to grace your lips. "For a country boy." 

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[siriuslyshewrote]

Can’t Stop DNA - 2

The house was silent when you left it the next morning - a rare feat for the Shelby’s. The feeling of disappointment was palpable in the air, as you had nibbled on your toast at the table, your brothers sat around you, not even looking at you. You had thought that telling them would be the hardest part, but no, it was the pure and utter silence. In the end, you had left your food, and walked out without uttering a word. They all knew where you were going anyway.

Isaiah’s home was a fair few minutes walk away, but to you it felt like seconds, as you thought over in your head what exactly you were going to say. You could only be thankful that it was Sunday - and that meant the Jesus household would be empty except Isaiah. It was his only day off, so you were sure he’d be asleep still. It was only half nine in the morning, after all.

You knocked on the door, harder than intended, scraping your knuckles slightly, the bangles on your wrist sliding up and down, clanking together with a noise you couldn’t decide if you hated or loved. Your lip was already half bleeding, but you kept chewing at it, worriedly, as seconds passed. You half hoped he wasn’t home.

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. The door swung open, and standing there was the tall figure of the boy you loved, clad in striped pajama’s - the ones matched his little brothers , he had told you once, and at the time you had laughed a little , teasing him.

His first action was to hug you tightly, burying his face in your hair, and you clung onto him just as hard, scared to let go and lose the safety he gave you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He murmured, as you leant your head against his warm chest.

“I’m sorry. I know I worried you.”

“What happened? All I knew is that your brothers told me to just go home, that they’d sort it out. I wanted to come. I did. They just said it was a family thing. And... well, I’m not family.

“I just... I needed to clear my head.” You said softly.

“You terrified me.” He spoke, and his voice cracked a little, as he drew away, leading you into the house, shutting the front door. You leant against the door subtly, for a little support. Your lip wobbled a little, though you tried to contain your emotions.

“I know.” You murmured, seeing the suppressed anger in his features. You couldn’t blame him. You’d be angry too. He wouldn’t get angry at you, though. Seeing Isaiah Jesus angry in your presence was such a rare thing that you had forgotten the last time it happened.

The was a small , quiet moment, as he motioned towards the sitting room, and you followed, practically collapsing into the velvet armchair. His brows furrowed at this - you two usually curled up together on the larger couch - but again, he didn’t say anything. He knew you had something to say, you guessed. Is was like that.

“I, um.... I have something to tell you.” You stared down at your hands - your painted nails chipped, and hangnails around them bloody, unusual for you.

“Y/N, what is it?” His voice was a little strained.

“I...” You paused, looking around the room, trying to find the words that wouldn’t make this harder than it already was.

“Did you .. did you cheat on me? Is that where you-“

You almost laughed at the absurdity of that. Cheating on Isaiah had never even crossed your mind, and how could anyone blame you? With that dimpled grin that stretched across his cheeks whenever he saw you, the warmth of his hands when the touched yours. The kisses that made you feel as though you were in a romance novel.

“No. No. Of course not.”

You could have sworn he exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m having a baby.” You blurted out , hoping it would make it easier to just say it. Like ripping off a plaster.

That was when you cracked, when the tears started to burn your eyes and fall down your reddening cheeks, when you brought your knees to your face, to cover you from seeing him. From seeing his face turn to dread, to misery, like you were so sure he would. Ordinarily, if you got like this, Is would be by your side, holding you tightly, almost rocking you, until you calmed down. Now, you cried by yourself, as he just sat on the couch.

There was a long, long period of silence, only permeated by the occasional sob by you, until you caught the courage to look up. Isaiah was staring straight ahead, his jaw almost set, not in anger, but to prevent himself from getting upset, you thought.

“Please say something.” You whispered.

“Are you getting rid of it?”

It. Like it wasn’t something you and he created together, that was so precious to you already. Your future baby.

“No.” It came out harsher than you wanted to. “I’m not.”

“Do your brothers know?”

“What does that matter?”

“So I can know if I still have a fucking job.” You almost flinched. He never , ever swore in front of you.

“No.” You lied. You’d meant what you said yesterday - you didn’t want them to influence Isaiah’s decision. Even if , right now, you felt like it wasn’t going to be a good one.

“I didn’t want a kid like this, I wanted us to wait till we were married, till we had a house, till-“

“So did I.”

“So why don’t you get rid of it? Forget about this, wait until we’re older, and we can look after a baby better.”

He turned towards you,first time he had looked at you, since you told him.

You swallowed.

“Don’t try and convince me to get rid of my baby Isaiah. I won’t. I’ll have this kid, with or without you, though clearly, it will be without.”

You stood up shakily, your legs feeling like the strawberry jelly Polly made when you felt ill.

“I just need some space.” He whispered.

“I just need some support.” You replied, tearily, before walking out of the room, and shutting the front door behind you.

You must have looked bonkers to people in the street - still wearing your pajamas under your fur coat, and sobbing your heart out, as you managed to walk home. Your hands found the door handle, and you opened the door, and just like last night, Polly came out, her eyes full of empathy and pain for you. But you couldn’t face her. You just couldn’t.

And so, ignoring all of them, you practically stumbled up the stairs, and shut yourself in your room. To cry about what could have been, and to think of how in hell you were going to do this alone.

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3. Last movie I saw: Poltergeist

4. Favourite Musician: IDK

5. Favourite Author: J.K. Rowling and Micheal Scott

6. Favourite Fanfiction: N/A

7. Favourite Movie: Lion King

8. Favourite Anime: Sailor Moon

9. Play any instruments?: violin, although not professionally

10. Random fact: I quote all my favorite movies

12. Do you get asks?:  Nope

13. Fandoms: Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy

14. Favourite song: Don’t Think Twice from KH3

15. What are you wearing?: pajamas and a hooded shirt

16. Hair colour: dark brown NOT black!!!!!

17. Eye colour: Blue/Green/Gray …. They change color

18. Favourite food: Pizza

19. Hobbies: Rping, video games, photoshop

20. Favourite weather: Autumn because I love the colors of the leaves changing

21. Favourite superhero: Iron Man

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Recollection

Part 2 to collection

“What’s all this?” Voice monotone, he only asked out of courtesy since he knew the answer.

She came bearing gifts; it was always a good sign when she came bearing gifts. She must have been up a few whole hours before the sun to have accomplished what she did. A breakfast fit for a king, with eggs three different ways, bacon, sausage, porridge and freshly picked fruits from the garden tossed into a salad, freshly squeezed orange juice, plates of toast and jam, and his flowers from the night before in a vase as the centerpiece of the spread, always a nice touch. He took a seat and eyed the food, and her, somewhat hungrily.

“Can’t I just spoil my husband?”

“Well, as of last night I didn’t think I was such a thing to you.”

He watched her closely as she giggled. “Oh please, you know I wasn’t serious.”

He quirked an eyebrow her way as she wiped her hands on her apron, sitting across from him and blowing on the piping hot cup of tea in her hand for herself. “Oh come on, eat up. You’ll need your fuel today.”

An unsettling yet comfortable silence lingered between them as he studied her closely, though there was the faint sound of birds chirping in the trees in the orchard, making the scene a fairytale moment.

It was such a contrast to the night before, he wondered what had come over her. Last night she was a true vision throwing her jewels on the floor, and this morning she was the epitome housewife. She continued watching him, hoping he’d make a plate and truly accept her apology.

He poured himself a cup of tea and lit a cigarette instead.

“That was some stunt you pulled last night,” the words curled off his tongue, out of his rosy pink lips like the addictive smoke from his cigarette. “And I could almost say the same Mr. Shelby…”

The way the words rolled off her tongue, the formal title only used in a pleading manner. Her eyes were begging too, begging him for more. “Here.” A plate was put in front of him filled with his absolute favorites from the table, the gesture her final plea.

“Have you changed your mind since last night?” Eyeing the food, then her.

“What’s on the agenda for today? Will you be working in London or Birmingham?” It was blatantly obvious to him why she changed the question; she didn’t have an answer yet. Tension hung in the air like smoke, an invisible, unsaid pull between them, their words volleying their love, lust, and loathing for each other in perfect syncticy.

“Birmingham. Settling the Garrison tab and the labor strikes at the factories.” He kept his sentence short, why did she care about details finer than that? He held the power with his icy stare, silence continuing to linger, fighting against the incessant noise of time passing. He would sit there and continue waiting, waiting, however long it took to wear her down with those blue eyes of his. He knew what was coming, his mind just starting to wander when the scuffle of their undeniable love filled the hallway. The glue of their family saying good-bye as they’re carted off to school, Tommy normally would follow them out but he knew today was going to be different.

“You know, it’s been awhile since we’ve had the house to ourselves” she began, a tingling sensation sent down her back as she rolled her plump lips in between her teeth.

With a content sigh it was all confirmed, the breakfast and flowers and unanswered question.

“I really better get going-” he teased, getting ready to move towards the door ever so slightly, waiting for her to crack. He could read it on her face, in her body language, desire pouring out of her like red smoke.

“You don’t want to?”

“I didn’t say that, I said I have places to be”, *it doesn’t look good when someone of my status is late to work* he thought, though the more he thought the more he realized he could give two shits what his employees thought about him. She tried to hide the smile on her face, though it’s undeniable to ignore the feeling rising in her core. She knew what the others would say when she took him back like this, her cheeks flushed red at just the thought of the criticism she’d receive for seducing her cheating husband…

“What’s wrong then?”

“Nothing…” Pride swelled in his chest as victory settled over him. “And what did you have in mind?” He purred. Maybe this was the reason why he sought out others, why he brought her jewelry and flowers and Champagne as a “forgive me” gift, even on those occasions when he didn’t do anything to warrant them. Keeping her in the dark was dangerous for both of them of course, but it was a risk he was willing to take over and over again.

“Come on,” the words accompanied by his sly smile as he went to usher her upstairs, it was obvious who was in charge here. He had no choice but to push her skirt up her waist. Her hands worked quickly at his belt.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Finally apologizing…”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be doing the apologizing.” Now she was angry that he was taking this away from her too, but that didn’t measure up to the list of reasons why he was beyond infatuated with her and her toxic antics.

“It’s both of us who are sorry, hm? Is that right?”

“I’m giving you your heart back. Wrapped in a pretty bow.” Lips curled around her ear, traveling down her neck as he pieced back what he had broken bit by bit, inch by inch as he kissed between her breasts down to the spot above it where her heart lay below, beating unbelievably fast. Neither would admit how much they both needed this. Articles of expensive clothing scattered across the floor. A weight lifted off him to finally have her back in his arms rather than watching her leave. “I love you. I never meant to break your heart that way, you know I would never do that to you. I never stopped loving you, no matter what you believe, and I’m going to proper show you that. This is it. I promise. There’s no one else who does to me what you do. I care about you more than you could ever know.” Her pleasure and acceptance evidence in her moans spurred on by his words and his tongue.

In a tangle of limbs, he was inside her. Intimately, he found a way to her core that made her eyes gleam.

“You mean it? Really?” Her voice was already shallow, swallowed by her lack of air as he thrust into her at a rhythm that could only be described as love-making.

“I do.” His voice steady now, he swallowed a moan while looking her dead in the eye, fully. “I mean every damn word. I’ve got all my love to give to you. I love you. Don’t leave."

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Wrong - Part Eleven

Though Polly Gray had a lot of money, her house was fucking freezing, you decided, as you slipped out of your high heels next to the door, regretting your choice of wearing no stockings. You didn’t want this woman to think badly of you. Out of the whole Shelby family, it was her that you were most terrified to meet. Not Tommy, not Arthur, not John. Because out of all of them, her opinion mattered most. You feared if she didn’t like you, Finn would drop you in a flash. She had raised him, afterall. She was practically his mother.

Finn and Michael were already walking down the hall, and even from here, you could see the tense muscles in their necks and backs, and you felt a tremor go through your spine, as you stumbled over your shoes, hurrying to catch up. Things were bad. You knew it.

“Aunt Pol.” Finn’s voice sounded from the living room, as you stepped into it right behind him.

Two women sat on the sofa, clearly in deep discussion, their eyebrows pulled together tensely. You recognised the younger as Ada Shelby - a girl who had been in your brothers year at school, and of you rememebered correctly, it was she who kicked him in the bollocks, when they were twelve, for saying something about her family. You smirked a little at the memory. The older woman - as impeccably dressed as her niece, looked up as you three walked into the room, you standing behind Finn slightly, close enough to grab his hand in your own trembling one.

“Finn-“ She began, then her eyes fell on you. “And who the fuck is this?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, ma’am.” You smiled shyly, despite the situation.

Her eyes showed no expression towards you , and you faltered a little.

“And why exactly is she stood in my home, Finn Shelby?”

“She’s my girl- my fiancée , Pol.” Finn corrected himself, squeezing your hand three times, your signal of reassurance.

You heard an almost inaudible gasp from Ada, and your eyes flickered towards her. You felt guilty. This wasn’t how you wanted them to find out.

“And how exactly do we know she isn’t apart of the mafia that are trying to kill us all?” Polly continued, fixing you with a hard stare that you almost withered under. You self consciously rearranged your shawl, to cover your stomach.

Finn began to speak, but you cut over him, your voice surprisingly not conveying your shakiness.

“With all due respect, Miss Gray, Finn and I have been courting for over a year. If I was in the mafia, I’d have to be an excellent actress to keep it up that long. And as I’m sure Finn can assure you , based off my performance in a play last year, my acting is rather terrible.”

Finn snorted.

“Can definitely confirm Pol.”

“A year?” Michael sounded surprised, as Polly pursed her lips. “You’ve hid that well, Finn. We just thought you were off doing fuckin’ drugs somewhere.”

You tensed a little - Finn knew well your opinion on snow.

“Fuck off Michael.” Finn whacked him half heartedly.

Your eyes were still focused on Polly.

“Darling, you might as well get rid of that shawl. It’s not hiding anything.” She replied dryly, sipping whiskey.

You paused, then slowly pulled off your shawl, exposing your swollen stomach underneath your tight dress. The room went completely silent.

“Jesus fucking Christ , Finnegan. I thought you weren’t going to take after John.” She snapped, as you confirmed what she must well have dreaded, standing up, slapping him lightly on the cheek . “Having children at this age!”

“Think it’s the least of our worries, Pol.” Finn replied, though his jaw was tensed. “Now Y/N’s passed your quiz, can you please tell me what the hell is goin’ on?”

And Polly opened her mouth , and began to speak.

“Remember Changretta? The man your brothers-“ she paused, turning to you.

“Sure you can stomach this?”

“I’ve heard worse.” You replied softly, sitting on the edge of one of her many sofas. You hadn’t of course. But you didn’t want to be seen as someone weak. It was the worst thing, in this family.

“The man your brother’s killed.” She continued. “His family, they...” She stopped again, but this time, it seemed to be to calm down a little. You couldn’t imagine what she was going through. You didn’t know the rest of the family enough to worry about them, not really. But the feelings of terror for Finn? You couldn’t imagine feeling that for everyone of your family members.

“They want revenge. They’re Italian mafia, Finn. They’re more powerful than us.”

“But Tommy-“

“Your brother is convinced he can sort it. Family meeting tomorrow , early. Michael is about to head out and go and get John. He isn’t ... picking up the phone.”

Finn froze.

“He’ll be fine, Finn. You know he’s a stubborn bastard, won’t listen to Tom.” Ada chipped in front next to you.

“I best be going, Mum.” Michael spoke lowly, as Polly gripped his hand tightly.

“Be safe.”

“Always am, ain’t I?” He called over his shoulder, as he began to walk away. “Finn, you better fuckin’ look after them.”

“We’re going to be fine, aren’t we Pol?” Finn said quietly, almost imploringly.

“I don’t know, Finn. I really don’t know.”

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You were half asleep, head resting in Finn’s lap - the four remaining people in the house in the sitting room, next to the phone, next to the guns. You could hear Ada’s soft snores from across the room. Finn’s hand rested on your stomach, the other clutching a rather large, metal, gun.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Finn’s aunt spoke.

“What do you mean ? Y/N, or the baby?”

“Both. Either.” You almost flinched are her cold tone. She clearly hadn’t warmed up to you yet. And they clearly thought you were asleep. You kept your eyes shut.

“I’m scared.” Finn admitted, in the same tone he’d used with you in the car, only yesterday. “I’m scared I won’t be able to protect her. Them. But I’m so terrified becuase I love her so much Pol. I wish you could realise how much. She’s kept me going for years. She’s ridiculously clever, she’s funny and-“

“But do you want a family?”

“I didn’t. No.” He paused, and you almost began to cry. He hadn’t said this to you. He’d said he was fucking happy.

“But the minute she told me she was pregnant, I did. I knew I was going to work it out, in anyway I can. And Pol, you can’t deny I’ve been happier this past year.”

“That you have.” She confirmed. “What do her parents think about it?”

“They’ve ... She got kicked out. They want nothing to do with her. They hate Blinders. It’s why we hid it. Mostly. And I just... I wanted her away from the business. I never wanted her to see that part of me.”

“I think, from what I can tell, she’s tough enough to deal with it. I think she loves you too.”

“I know she does.”

“My youngest nephew, having a baby. I thought I’d have more time with you.” She chuckled waterily, and you were shocked. You’d never thought of Polly Gray as sensitive. She was hard as nails. Always. She’d secretly been someone you’d looked up to, when you were growing up, and you saw her walk around Birmingham like she owned all of it. She really did, you mused.

“Pol-“

And the phone rang. Again.

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1914 - John Shelby

“When the violence causes silence, we must be mistaken”

Inès Derouin (oc/reader) x John Shelby

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Your Smile

Snow made the stress go away, didn’t it? You didn’t know from experience, but that’s what everyone had told you, always surprised when you declined their offer of taking a dip in it. The drugs were never the part of the gangster lifestyle that intrigued you; the jewels, the alcohol, the fear that dripped from their lips when they said your name or tried to talk to you, knowing what reputation pervaded her.

It was Michael who had gotten you hooked in the first place, telling you how it made you feel alive and like you were flying among the sun, the stars, and the moon.

“Just a sniff,” you agreed, watching Michael do it carefully before you tried it herself. 

Just a sniff had turned into two, and then three, multiple times a night when you were celebrating. It became second nature, rolling up the 100 pounds, lining up the fine, white powder in a nice, neat line or two with a razor taken out of one of the boys’ caps. Sometimes it was a game for you and Michael, lining various parts of your body with the dreamy substance and snorting it, or even licking it off the other’s flesh.

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew it’d have to stop. If you told Michael and his mother that you were with child they’d both argue that your habit was unhealthy for the both of you.

But you were stressed beyond words, figuring out how’d you break the news to both of them; to Michael who was about to get a promotion, whose path was paved with cocaine, and Polly, whom you were still trying to win over with your mediocre attempts at pies when she came round.

It was too much to deal with alone, calling upon an old friend when you found yourself at home alone. It wasn’t hard to find, Michael having a few blue bottles stashed around the house; in his bottom left desk drawer, in the medicine cabinet behind his hair gel, even in the liquor cabinet. With jazz music playing loudly, you emptied the contents onto the smooth cherrywood of his desk.

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

You looked up to find Polly Gray standing in the doorway, dressed in white, God watching over you as you committed sin. The 100 pounds fell to the table, your instincts to brush all the remaining white powder into the carpet.

“Polly… I… what’re you doing here?”

“Picking something up for Michael. Are you really doing coke? That’s not healthy for the baby.”

“You know?”

“Of course I do. Have known for weeks. I’m Polly Gray honey, I know everything. And I know that little girl of yours is not going to see the light of day if you don’t stop.”

“Girl?”

“Yes, a girl. She’s going to have green eyes like Michael...your smile.”

“You're not going to tell Michael, are you?”

“About the baby or the cocaine?” Polly’s eyebrow arched in question, walking around to retrieve the files her son needed. “That’s up to you sweetheart.”

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“A baby? Are you joking? We’re really going to have a baby?”

You nodded excitedly, throwing yourself into his embrace as he congratulates you. He can’t believe it, barely remembers the night it even happened as he was on so much dope it could have killed a horse.

“This is amazing love.” He said again, instinctively moving to the liquor cabinet to fetch that Champagne from Pairs you two were saving for the most special of occasions.

“Uh… Michael?”

“Yeah?” He asks, turning around with the bottle in one and the small blue vial in another.

“I...your mum says it’s not good for the baby.”

His emerald eyes fall on you, on your stomach where life is growing, then looking between the bottles in his hands. “Oh.” He had no way of knowing the risks of using cocaine that went hand in hand, how could he, but he knew his mother was right. “Yeah. Of course. Sorry.” He muttered, putting the bottle back. “We’ll save this to wet the baby’s head.” He mumbled, only having heard John use the term before but not really knowing what it meant. As for the cocaine, he slipped it into his pocket before crossing the room to you, taking you in his embrace.

“A baby. We’re going to have a baby.” Michael repeater, shock taken over his expression.

“You...you’re excited, right?”

“Yeah, yeah ‘course I am. A little nervous, maybe but..”

“It’s ok Michael. We’ll figure it out. But...but our lifestyle’s going to have to change.” You admitted, your hand traveling down his leg, which most likely excited him but for all the wrong reasons as you got the bottle from his pocket. “If I can’t do coke, I can’t have it lying around the house.”

“Right, yeah, I’ll go flush it all. We’re going to have a baby.” He smiled, leaning to kiss you. “A baby.”

“Your mother said it’s a girl. You’re eyes, my smile.”

“Good,” Michael kissed your lips. “I love your smile.”

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Cable Girl Part 4

Finally, the long-awaited part 4! It’s not super exciting but leads up to something that will be. Promise X. Please let me know what you think!!!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Every bone in your body ached to meet him, to go up to the handsome young man in the gray suit with green eyes who more than exceeded your highest expectations. You couldn’t have hoped for someone better, and yet, now that you had put a face to the mystery man, there was no way you’d ever be able to talk to him in person.

Even from a distance, you knew that suit cost at least as much as three of your paychecks, if not more, and the sorry excuse of a dress that hung loosely from your shoulders was nothing in comparison to the dresses he’d taken off women before. 

Cora nudged you again, also smitten by Michael Gray’s infamous broody stare, but the more Cora nudged you, the more you retreated. You couldn’t talk to him, there was no way. You had no words on the tip of your tongue, what would you possibly say to him? You never noticed until now how much easier it all was with a barrier between you, keeping your true identify anonymous.

“Just talk to him.”

“Shh” You shushed her, knowing that Cora’s voice had a tendency to travel and you were only standing a few feet down the bar from him. 

“What could possibly go wrong?”

“Shut up.” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low, afraid he’d recognize your voice.

The bartender finally took your guys order, and the second the words “a gin and tonic” left your voice, Michael perked up. He knew that voice. He didn’t know where, or who it came from, though he was willing to search for its owner as he scanned the crowd. Unknowingly, you took your drink and slipped away to safety at a booth in the back, your heart still racing as his did as well, trying to pinpoint the girl he so desperately wanted to meet. Even Isaiah knew something was up as his whiskey glass was held in his hand, still full, and Michael didn’t utter a word, not giving half dressed flappers a second look as they walked by. His eyes scanned the crowd, making his search harder when he had no clue who he was looking for. Not to mention the ringing of the jazz band didn’t help the process.

“Mick, they’re waiting for us in the back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael said, thought thoroughly disappointed as he slipped behind the belt curtain. Maybe he’d been mistaken, but he’d gone to bed that night, having trouble falling asleep because he believed he had heard your voice.

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What would be your excuse this time for your tardiness? You tried to formulate something convincing as the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed in your ears, hurrying towards the switchboard room before you were late. You overslept this morning, seeing as you couldn’t actually get to sleep when there was so much on your mind, so much about Michael; what company did he work for, how much money did he actually make, why would he want a cable girl like you? 

You slipped into the room before being caught running late, letting out a sigh of relief before realizing something was going on. Nearly all the boats were unoccupied as all the girls in their matching potato sacks huddled around someone, their giggles so loud your surprised you didn’t hear them from the hall. Walking over, you weren’t surprised to find out Cora was in the middle of it all, talking excitedly. And you knew they were gossiping about you when you approached and the talking turned into whispers.

“What’re we talking about?” You piped up, finding it somewhat amusing when the girls shyed away and dispersed, leaving you and Cora in the middle of the room.

“Look Y/N, I didn’t mean to-”

“Didn’t mean to what? You were telling them about last night, weren’t you?” Cora opened her mouth before you cut her off, unaware that all the girls had quickly gotten to work, and the reason that they dispersed so quickly wasn’t actually because of your arrival. “There’s nothing to talk about alright, nothing happened. Just forget about it, I did.”

The clearing of a voice behind you made you hiccup and turn around, face to face with your supervisor. Quick, what was your excuse again. Cora scurried off to her station as you smiled.

“Ah, Mr. Northcott, I uh...I can explain my tardiness-”

“That’s not what I’m here about Mrs. Y/L/N, but next time you clock in late you will be put on probation. I came because I need you to come to my office please.

“Yes, Mr. Northcott.” You obeyed with a smile, though your insides were a fiery mess. He’d usually send for someone, never come get them himself. And if he wanted to talk in his office, if he wanted a lowly cable girl upstairs, well that meant it was something of great importance in and of itself. 

You followed him like a shadow, uncomfortably aware that all eyes were on you. Some girls watched you walking out, dipping their heads as if to apologize, or giving you an encouraging smile to say it’d all be ok, not to worry. Because they all thought they knew what this was about thanks to Cora’s big mouth. Cora even had the nerve to drop her headset right as you walked by and sneak in a quick hug. Its like they were all attending your funeral before you had even knew you died.

You sunk into the intimidating leather chair, watching as Mr. Northcott sat down, lit a cigarette, and stared at you with this beady black eyes.

“I heard something interesting…” He exhaled his smoke towards the ceiling, making your heart constrict. This was it.

“Mr. Northcott, I can explain-“

“Explain? Explain what?”

You shut up then, maybe he didn’t know about the twelve company laws you’d broken, maybe that wasn’t what this was about.

“You heard about your client?”

“No.”

“Well, I’ve got a new job for you. Turns out your client works for a business that isn’t squeaky clean. The local police need some evidence to charge him, and the company so I need you to listen in on his calls.”

“That’s an invasion of privacy.” You blurted. He stared at you with those beady eyes again.

“It’s direct orders from the police, that’s what it is. Now if you want I’ll ask someone else to do it but I thought-“

“No. I’ll do it.”

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You were thrown into a tight hug the second you were back in the switchboard room, and not packing up your things and turning in your uniform. 

“Oh god, I thought you were a goner.” Cora cried into your ear. You hugged back reluctantly.

“Thanks I guess…but you should learn to keep your mouth shut. One loose set of lips and Mr. Northcott will know, so stop gossiping.” You said, not even giving her a minute to respond as you hurried to your station. 

As if on cue, Michael’s line lit up and you jumped to answer it.

“Michael?”

“Well hello Y/N.” His voice made you exhale a sigh of relief, just to hear that voice and being able to close your eyes and put a face to it. “Call me crazy but I thought I heard your voice last night.”

“We’ve got to meet.” You blurted.

“What?”

“We need to meet.”

“Yeah, yeah, ok. Where?”

“The Eden. We’ll need somewhere private, I know you can do that. Tomorrow, 8 o’clock. I’ll be wearing black. I’ve got to go.”

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Hc idea for how Michael is like on his daughters wedding day

DAMNNN GURLLL… HERE WE GO

Michael’s daughter is and always will be a Daddy’s girl, so it’s espeically hard to see her getting married.

When her boyfriend invites Michael, and only Michael, to the bar, he knows what is coming and he is one edge.

He does everything to try and intimidate this boy away from your daughter, but he’s relentless, charasmatic, and loves his daughter so Michael finally, much to his dismay, gives his blessing.

He cries when he’s there to witness the proposal.

He also cries every night leading up to the wedding and you do all you can to comfort him.

He turns into a bit of a Dadzilla. If anything goes wrong or upsets his baby girl on her big day, he will literally slit throats to get her what she wants. Not the right boquet? He fires the floralist the day of, takes his money back, makes sure to diminish the store’s repuation, and calls and demands someone get her a new boquet in less than an hour.

He just wants everything to be perfect for her. 

Has major butterflies in his stomach when he walks her down the aisle.

Kisses her on the cheek when they reach the alter and has trouble letting her go.

He has to hold your hand when he joins you in the first row of the church and tries hard not to cry during the ceremony. 

Gives a heartwarming speech where he tells everyone about how much of a Daddy’s girl she is. “I remember when she was four she wanted to marry me. So we got her a big white dress and put flowers in her hair and we danced in the backyard. You know, you promised me you’d never get married to anyone else. Now you’ve broken that vow.” The whole crowd laughs and she is in tears. “But, I’m glad you found someone who will treat you right and loves you very much. Oh, and Edward, if you hurt her, I’ll kill you. Congratulations.” 

An emotional Daddy-Daughter dance.

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Business Liasons- Part 5

Part 5 

Chapter warnings: mentions/implications of NSFW activity. ;)

Author’s notes: This chapter is told from Tommy’s point of view, I hope you guys like it! 

Tommy’s POV

Tommy flung his pen away with a frustrated sigh. He couldn’t concentrate, he had been re-reading the same sentence in a Shelby Company factory report for the past 5 minutes. His mind kept drifting, he kept thinking of her. 

He had never felt anything after Grace, never wanted to, not with his whores, not with anyone but she wasn’t like anyone he had ever met. He couldn’t get the sight of her in that silk night gown out of his mind, the things he had wanted to do to her. 

 When he had found Charlie curled up against her he had felt something around his heart soften but he got immediately angry, that was his son, she was taking liberties, was she playing some sort of game? 

And then she had explained and he found himself being even more fascinated by her than he already had been. And when her dressing gown slipped, Tommy remembered the rasp in her voice as she had told him hello, the sleep in her voice making it low and smooth, he had felt the tightening in his balls.

Tommy’s mind instantly conceived images of her underneath him, freshly awoken from sleep and grating out his name as he thrusted into her. Her night gown had left little covered and he had caught sight of her perfect breasts and smooth skin, he’d had to clench his jaw to stop himself from burying his nose in her neck and nipping at the unblemished skin at her collar bone. 

She had instinctively touched her neck just when her eyes focused on him and he smirked to himself now, wondering if that was something she liked; he would like to find out, his left hand flexing unconsciously as he imagined it stretching from her collar bone to jaw, tightening ever so slightly; would her pupils expand? Would she mewl under him if he denied her pleasure? Tommy could enjoy that; making her succumb and be calm and comforted by him and only him, the way she had done with that mare only hours earlier. 

At feeling himself growing hard, he ground his back teeth together and stared at the fire; he had to stop thinking of her, she was leaving. Yes he found her attractive, but he liked her and that was a harder sentiment to quash. He could fuck anyone he wanted but actually liking them, wanting to be near them after, that was an emotion he rarely encountered and had never thought he would find again. 

She was charismatic and Tommy hated himself for having noticed. She’d fit in with the blinders, not an easy task, even Polly liked her, probably because she seemed to be just as smart and cunning.

She was tough and violent and had a quick temper but could be so kind and witty.

Tommy found himself reeling from how quickly she could change form subdued observer to charming gangster. 

He had seen it today at the distillery, she had followed him quietly only speaking to ask questions and nodding solemnly at his answers, her eyes sparkling with an intelligence Tommy found intriguing.

Tommy had no doubt she’d remembered everything he’d told her of the process but then one of his workers had made a lewd comment. Tommy couldn’t disagree with the man, even in her simple green dress and dark coat, it was impossible to miss those curves and the perfection of her face. 

She had laughed and taken the comment in stride and where as almost any other women would have cowed or been offended, she shot back her own crass comment, suggesting that the worker wouldn’t know what to do if he got her; the men had cackled, even Arthur, and Tommy had strained with effort to not show her that he found her amusing. 

She was so different from anything Tommy had ever imagined and he was enthralled with her.

“Fuck.” Tommy said out loud, throwing himself back against the polished leather of his study chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. She was going back to America in two days, Al fucking Capone had said he couldn’t lose her and he wasn’t a man Tommy fancied upsetting. She hadn’t even shown any preference to Tommy. 

He’d almost kissed her this morning when she was crying, he’d wanted to make her stop; to take away her pain. He’d wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she was breathless and wanton. He’d wanted to fuck her in the hospital when she’d teased him, teach her what teasing Thomas Shelby would earn her and then he’d wanted to hold her all over again when he had seen her this evening with the horses. 

She had calmed a  bad tempered mare, melodic Italian murmurs falling from her full mouth. Where had she come from, this woman that Tommy could see no flaw in? Was he about to let her leave for good? What could he offer her? She had an empire in America.

There was a confident rasp on his door and he knew who it was before he said, “Come.”

Polly strode in with the usual self-assuredness in her step. Tommy lifted his eyes slowly, not bothering to straighten up his posture.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” She informed him, taking a drag of her cigarette as she leaned against the fireplace mantle. Polly was regarding him with the corners of her mouth upturned, Tommy sighed waiting for whatever she was about to say. 

“So, Y/N.” Polly let the name hang in the air like a cliff prime for Tommy to jump off of. 

He opened his shut eyes and regarded his Aunt warily. “Don’t look so smug Pol, it doesn’t suit you.” 

“And inaction doesn’t suit you.” She retorted. She sighed and swished over to his desk, casting her cigarette into an astray and reaching into her pocket for a new one. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Tommy sat statue-still, only his blue eyes blinking, this was how he was, unmoving and unmovable, and Polly would do well to remember it. 

Polly let out a bark of harsh laughter, “Come off it Thomas, we all see the way you look at her. I know you think it’s impossible and that it would never happen again after Grace but you deserve another chance at happiness.” 

Tommy glowered at his aunt.

 “For fuck’s sake Tommy, if I’m saying you should try, you should. She would be good for you. Ada and Arthur both told me she makes you laugh.” Polly leaned forward in her chair, elbow balanced on a skinny knee, pointing an accusing middle finger at him, “ when was the last time you, Sir Thomas Shelby, laughed? Truly laughed? You like her and she’s the best thing that could ever happen.”

Tommy’s irritation burst out of him a frustrated growl, “and why would it matter Pol? I can’t have her. She’s Al Capone’s fucking cousin, he would come here and end us all,” Tommy waved a hand stiffly in the air referring to his manor and his family. “Besides, she doesn’t care for me that way.” his voice softened on his last words and as his eyes cast down, Polly saw something in him she hadn’t seen in years- self doubt.

“Oh don’t be stupid Thomas, she adores you.” his head shot up at this, a quick flash of hope in those bright eyes, “She just doesn’t know how you feel, she stares at you when you aren’t looking and she breathes deeper when you’re close to her, like she’s inhaling you…she purposefully tries to make you laugh and I know you’ve noticed how much Charlie likes her. And when you got shot, she was sad, sad Thomas,  the real thing. She might not have known it then but trust me, she knows it now, she cares for you.”

The tinkling of a bell from outside interrupted their conversation as dinner was announced.

Tommy and Polly both stood. At the door she placed a bony hand on his arm and he looked down at her, his smart aunt, “Tell her Thomas, you owe yourself that much.”

You felt it, in the pit of your stomach, you felt it in the brittleness of your smile and the way your laughter sounded distant to your own ears. It was sadness.  You had given yourself a prep talk before going down to dinner tonight; you were going to put on your lipstick, wear your favorite dress, and get a god dam grip on your emotions. 

You had downed two whisky’s between coming back from the stable and getting dressed for dinner. Charlie had held your hand to walk down there and even Tommy’s cousin, Charlie had been shocked to see how well you handled the horses; calmly and affectionately.

You had taken a no nonsense approach, pulled on some trousers and garden boots and trooped out there with young Master Charlie in tow. There had been a young mare, scared and hostile, that Tommy had just acquired and you hadn’t hesitated in grabbing her reigns and trying to calm her. The entire stable had gone quiet watching you with your mouth near to the animal’s ear. You had told her you understood, to not be scared that these men would be kind to her. Tommy’s people were horse people, you knew because Johnny Dogs had boasted about it for a full ten minutes when you first met him. 

You had picked Charlie up and put him on the mare’s bare back before walking her around the corral. You had asked Tommy’s permission and at one point he’d even come to stand next to you as you helped Charlie down, you turned to him on instinct, breathing in to catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with cigarettes, whisky and something that reminded you of deep midwinter nights- a smell that belonged only to Tommy. 

Dinner tonight had been your last with the family. You hadn’t been able to resist looking at Tommy, even as you were promising to Ada and Michael that you would see both of them stateside. 

You had only wanted to stare at his high cheekbones and pouty mouth, you found it almost endearing that he was aware of his delicate features and was therefore eager to exude brute force at all times, all because of his pretty face. 

You had hugged Charlie tightly that night before he went to bed, not caring that Tommy stood two feet away, stock still, smoking a cigarette and staring at you. 

You wanted to remember what it felt like to have his eyes on you even if you couldn’t bring yourself to say goodnight to him when you had let go of his son. 

Sitting here at the dressing table in your borrowed room, you shot a look at your packed cases and sighed, you had enjoyed your time with the Shelby’s.

You certainly hadn’t expected a shooting or the subsequent upheaval or to develop feelings for a man you barely knew. What was wrong with you? You hadn’t even slept with him for fuck’s sake, not that you hadn’t thought about it what it would be like. You rang your bell and a house maid skittered into your room. 

“Hello.” you greeted her kindly. “Could I trouble you for a glass of wine? I don’t want to invade Mr. Shelby’s cellar but my nerves seem to need steadying.” The young girl hurried out again but not before hesitantly returning your smile, it made you wonder if Tommy’s staff weren’t used to being smiled at. Your continued undressing automatically, stockings, makeup; your mind far away thinking of your life in Chicago, of your prospects there, but a pair of bright, blue eyes kept overriding all other thoughts.  

You closed your eyes briefly, committing everything to memory; the feel of Shelby manor, of the cold English air, the sight of Tommy in a fresh suit towering above you that morning in his study, the way his hand had felt rough but comforting against your cheek when you cried, his smell and his voice; the deep rabble of it whispering soothing words. 

There was a knock on your door and you answered that they could enter as you fiddled with the clasp on your necklace. You were so absorbed in the mechanism that you missed the first time he cleared his throat. You jumped as you turned to face him, his blue eyes reflecting the flame of the fire. “Tommy.” you breathed out, unsure where to put your hands, you were standing in front of him in nothing but your dress, your hair loose and spilling down your back.

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