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

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

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

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

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

All my love, I hope you enjoy x 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t know it’s not his yet. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Grey. 

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

Of course I would. 

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

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

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

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

He nods, understanding what I meant immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then she’s going home”

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

Gina is leaving. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never. Fucking never” 

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

What I would say to him. 

How I would teach him a lesson. 

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

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

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

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

Until I was satisfied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I still love him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never” 

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

And I don’t resist. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I can’t hold back any longer. 

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

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

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

“Wait” he breathes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We talk about how things used to be.

We talk about the future.

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

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

My heart starts to race as I become more aware.

He’s left. He’s gone again. 

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

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

And there he is. 

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

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

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

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

My chest floods with warmth.

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

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

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

“You still like your eggs the same?”

“Absolutely” I smile, endeared by him asking. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I believe him.

It’s a pivotal moment.

Standing on the edge and letting yourself jump. 

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

But I choose to trust him.

In whatever way that means right now.

I am his.

I always have been. And I always will.

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Often Wanted Afton

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Fan Fiction Masterlist Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Welcome to my ever growing collection of FNAF William Afton and Reader themed stories featuring dark romance, older man/younger woman dynamics, angst, and, of course, smut. These are intended for 18+ viewers. All characters are age 18+. Please see ratings and warnings. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Moody and Gray - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF game verse)

CW - sexual content

Previous Chapters 1-8 here

Tumblr Chapter 9 | 10

AO3 Chapter 9 | 10

The Perfect Girl - Explicit

Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - sexual content, non/dub con, restraints, kidnapping, captivity, blood kink, voyeurism, violence

Previous Chapters 1-10 here

Tumblr Chapter 11 | AO3 Chapter 11

Secret Smile - Explicit

College English Professor/Vampire Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female College Student Reader (FNAF movie verse AU)

CW - sexual content, blood kink

Previous Chapters 1-5 here

Tumblr Chapter 6 | AO3 Chapter 6

Older - Explicit

Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

CW - sexual content

Tumblr | AO3

Personal Space - Explicit

Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

AO3 Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Kismet - Explicit

Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - sexual content, blood and violence, child character death

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7+8

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A Consolation Prize - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF game verse)

CW - dubious consent, sexual content

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AO3 Chapter 1 | 2

What Remains - Explicit

Springtrap/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - minor violence, body horror

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2

AO3 Chapter 1 | 2

Forgotten - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader x Michael Afton (FNAF game verse)

CW - sexual content, cheating

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Confession - Explicit

Priest Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

CW - religious themes

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Hush - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader

CW - sexual content, implied/referenced character death

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Obey Me As Tumblr #18

Simeon: What are the healthiest teas

Raphael: Honesty

Luke: integrity

Michael: loyalty

Simeon: Can y’all ever just give me a normal answer

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Luke: I’ve noticed a trend in life. The larger a thing is, the more likely it is to be evil. This applies to companies, YouTubes, people, and mountains.

Lucifer: In cases of dogs the direct opposite is true

Diavolo: A notable outlier

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Leviathan: I’m not going for the ‘best post ever’ vibe

I’m going for the ‘it’s 4am and this is literally the only post that has popped up on my feed so I might as well reblog it’ vibe

Mammon : You’ve failed at both

Leviathan: I am going to liquidate all of my assets and use the money to hire hitmen to slap you daily for the rest of your life

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Satan: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed

Mephistopheles: No

Satan: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance brings me ungodly amounts of rage

Lucifer: Word*

Satan: I want nothing more than to uppercut you directly to heaven’s front door

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Leviathan: Fan fiction is always like “I’m Sonics husband and I’m from - ! Illinois!”

Mammon: My teacher made a fan fiction where he shot me

MC: Not to sound like a person who can predict the future, but you’re definitely going to get shot by your teacher in real life

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Mammon: Still don’t know how to spell spagetti without autocorrect

Simeon: Where’s the h

Mammon: An H???

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Raphael: What are YOUR resolutions for the new year?

Leviathan: 1080p

Raphael: Back to hell with you

Mammon: I feel 144p

Raphael: This post is 5 months old yet you decided to bring it back mid year for the same joke someone said literally right above you

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Asmodeus: Remember to drink water babes

Mammon: No

Asmodeus: Then become the dirt I walk on

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Diavolo: I am the tsar of tumblr now if you wanna do something you gotta ask me

Asmodeus: Permission to cum sir

Diavolo: I am no longer the tsar of tumblr

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Leviathan: The future: holograms can physically touch you and there are 12 cases of homicide committed by Hatsune Miku

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Diavolo: De…

Past: -ez nuts

Present: -spacito

Future: -nmark has fallen

Michael: Diavolo are you trying to tell us something…

Diavolo: Just funny jokes gaha g

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Leviathan: Jk howling needs to shut up before she makes ganondorf canonically have a 16 inch penis

Simeon: I know your mind is a dark place but… you can’t just… say things like that

Leviathan: Time and time again has it been proven that I CAN and WILL say these things

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Belphegor: I have too many enchanted crystals and not enough blood sacrifices to do anything with them

Asmodeus: Hiii

Belphegor: Heeey sacrifice

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Solomon: Fun Fact, if you were to take all of the blood out of your body and put it in a bathtub you’d die

Barbatos: Source?

Solomon: No

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Mammon: My new song ‘toss me into the sun’ will be the antithesis to fly me to the moon

Simeon: Then call it “Toss me into the sun”

Mammon: What part of this post did you manage to miss

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Barbatos: What are your opinions on clocks/time?

Asmodeus: I thought you were asking my opinion on cocks and slime and I simply took it like a normal ask

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Beelzebub: Why the fuck is brown sugar so goddamn TASTEE

Solomon: Try gray sugar!

Raphael: Gun powder?

Solomon: Too busy eating gray sugar to fucking care what you just said

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Diavolo: When’s your bedtime

Solomon: Whenever I next collapse is purely up to the gods

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Diavolo: Hey do any of my followers know how to render REALLY good?

Lucifer: I can render my enemies immobile

Diavolo: I meant 3D computer render but I’ll keep you in mind for future reference

#obey me shall we date #obey me as tumblr #funny obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

[peakypolly]

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

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

Some rules:

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

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

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

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

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Thorne

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Alfie Solomons

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Newly added:

Aberama Gold

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby #new blog

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

Since I have very little time to sit in the Ficbook, I had an idea. I will write one fanfiction in two social networks, which is called "SCP Foundation: The last pages of history". It will be the finale of the story about my characters. You probably ask why in two social networks, and not in a Ficbook? Very simple. If I start this fanfiction in a Ficbook, which will be the third in a row, then readers from this site will not understand where the new characters come from and how they became friends with characters from two fanfictions. As for these two fanfics, I do not know if it's worth adding Pinky and Brain, which turn into 035 in my AU, then it's up to me to decide, but if you want, I can add them. Feel free to tell me about it. Since I am currently writing the first chapter of the third fanfic in my notes, I will copy and paste the finished chapter on Facebook (the Russian version of the fanfic) and Tumblr (the English version of the fanfic).

And now about the very third fanfiction. There will be fewer heroes in this fanfic than in the first and second fanfic. So, the main characters are the Secret Team, Pinky, Brain, Julia Brain, Julia Scott, Gadget, Rory, Mindy, Possessive Mask and the ancestors of Pinky and Brain. Of course, in this fan fiction, this is what: the secret team will die, but they will be considered the main characters in the form of dead souls; Will be born - Kolin (I promise that I will draw him, but later), Sally (the same with Kolin) and Amelia. The main antagonist will be Possessive Mask.

Plot: Michael finally managed to fulfill his distant dream, namely, he killed a secret team. Rory wants to avenge his uncle for the death of his father. Brain, after losing his best friend, loses his desire to take over the world. Pinky, noticing that Julia Scott is pining for her husband, decides to help her that he eventually married her. Possessive Mask having learned that some of Brain's two ancestors were not the first to want to take over the world, summons Brain's very first and very dangerous paternal ancestor named Black Brain from the Dead Hell World and orders him to seize his control. Black Brain seizing control of his descendant, Brain himself realizes that he is possessed by evil spirits. His family doesn't understand what's wrong with him until one day another first ancestor of Brain on his mother's side magically appeared named White Smart (now you know the surname of Brain's ancestors on his mother's side) and managed to stop Black by sending him to Hell. Possessive Mask learns that his plan failed, but what else will he plan, this you will find out further.

I'll draw Black Brain and White Smart sometime, but later, but I can describe to you how they look. When they were alive, they were also ordinary mice, like Pinky and Brain themselves, but they died in the form of masks. Black Brain is a black mask with bright red eyes, from the color of his mask you can say that he was a black mouse in life, his appearance is also like Bruno and Brain, his robe is blood-colored, his shirt is brown, his tie is gray, his pants are also black. White Smart is a white mask with pink eyes, he doesn't look like anyone, so I don't know yet how he will look and the color of his clothes is also unknown. Black Brain, since he is after death in Hell, is a demon because he has demonic horns and wings. White Smart, since he went to Heaven after death, is an angel because he has a pink halo and wings. Black Brain is very opposite to White, as it has a bad relationship with him. White Smart is the same for Black. These two themselves are also main characters, but definitely not from the first chapter. It is known that Black Brain went to Hell only because he very first decided to take over the world, but died from the fact that he was killed. His wife and son went to Paradise after death and do not regret that Black could not fulfill his dream. Who was the very first of White's descendants who wanted to fulfill same dream is unknown.

#scp containment breach #scp fanart #scp fandom #scp foundation #not art #scp information #interesting facts about scp in my au #scp oc

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2024 - March

Dark Disciple by Christie Golden (2015)

I couldn't binge SW without going to the library like the old days to grab one of the recent EU novels. This one continues the Asajj Ventress arc that was cut from the final Clone Wars seasons, and I'm ambivalent about the course of events. But it looks like I chose the perfect time to read it because the final season of The Bad Batch will address things that annoyed me about the ending.

Cathedral by Michael A. Martin & Andy Mangels (2002)

It was feeling a bit shaky in the previous novel (This Gray Spirit) with a lot of time spent on less interesting nuance, but this novel saves this short series by trimming off the expositional fat and keeping up the pace. The cliffhanger ending was fantastic and I've been jittery waiting until I can move on to the next one.

Moby-Dick; or, The Whale by Herman Melville (1851)

Herman, pal, I know what you were going for with the middle 2/3 of this book, but that really should've been a standalone expansion. Tolkien (or maybe his editors) knew to leave that to its own thing. In any case, WHAT A BOOK. How is this from the mid-1800s? Great beginning, great ending, interesting middle for those who can get through the instructional texts on whales and whaling.

"leave your laundry on the floor for them" by Pocketss (2024)

It's good to recycle.

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor dev. Respawn Entertainment (2023)

I miss some of the more alien environments from the first game. They definitely borrowed spaghetti western cues from Mandalorian for this, and you see below how much I gripe about that show's influence. Cal's still kind of a dud. But it's great overall. What a fun, huge, expensive-looking game. How does any SW developer going forward beat this?!

Drive-Away Dolls dir. Ethan Coen (2024)

It's reaching out toward those 90s crime comedies the Coens had going, but just kinda falls short. I can't put a finger on what exactly is missing. Maybe it doesn't go far enough?

Madame Web dir. S.J. Clarkson (2024)

One of those laugh-at-the-dialogue-that-isn't-meant-to-be-funny affairs.

Perfect Days dir. Wim Wenders (2024)

I've over the moon for this movie. Just perfect in every way. I felt it in my bones, watched it ten times at theaters all over the area as I chased down showtimes, and I'll gladly watch it again.

The Peasants dir. DK Welchman & Hugh Welchman (2024)

Holy crap, I missed Loving Vincent but this makes me wanna go and check that out, because this animation technique is gorgeous. All of the performances were great, too.

Stopmotion dir. Robert Morgan (2024)

Stopmotion, puppets, horror, madness. It's a perfect combination.

The Taste of Things dir. Tran Anh Hung (2024)

I haven't seen food shot this beautifully since Food Wars.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – To the Hashira Training dir. Haruo Sotozaki (2024)

Never watched an episode before and I can say that was a helluva fight.

Maestro dir. Bradley Cooper (2023)

Man, I mean, he did it, he sure damn did it, but should he have?

Land of Bad dir. William Eubank (2024)

When the shit hits the fan.

Imaginary dir. Jeff Wadlow (2024)

I was in from the get-go, but it did need a certain something. Maybe 25% more creepy toys.

Love Lies Bleeding dir. Rose Glass (2024)

You'll think you know where it's going but it does not go there.

The American Society of Magical Negroes dir. Kobi Libii (2024)

Justice Smith and An-Li Bogan did amazing work in The American Society of Magical Negroes. Everyone in the cast and crew, really, but they portrayed a lot of complicated feelings and fears with aplomb and also had a really sweet romantic scene that got to me like no romantic scene in recent memory. I fell for Bogan’s character just like Smith’s character did. (And they respond to that by the end.)

Shayda dir. Noora Niasari (2023)

Scheming and plotting to convince my higher-ups to cast Zar Amir Ebrahimi in any of our projects because I just wanna see her cast in more stuff.

One Life dir. James Hawes (2023)

More than most of us.

Problemista dir. Julio Torres (2024)

When there's no choice but to suffer and no one will understand.

Luca dir. Enrico Casarosa (2021)

Oh, this is just The Little Mermaid retold (affectionate).

Late Night with the Devil dir. Cameron Cairnes & Colin Cairnes (2024)

They needed more insanity and a higher frequency of it.

Immaculate dir. Michael Mohan (2024)

Whoa BUDDY, props to Sweeney for going for it in the end.

Exhuma dir. Jang Jae Hyun (2024)

I feel like I'm missing a critical cultural understanding here to get past my tepid response.

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 dir. Rhys Frake-Waterfield (2024)

I didn't need to do this again.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire dir. Adam Wingard (2024)

Closing in on minimal humans and maximum giant monsters.

The Bad Batch - Season 2 (2023)

Yep, nailed it. They have great character moments here and it continues the tradition of "oh the clones are more interesting than most everyone else."

Andor (2022)

First half is two thumbs up, second half is one shaky thumb up. Big Mandalorian vibes with the whole return from whence you came narrative arc. I'd like to see them break away from Favreau's influence (I unfairly pin the live action ups and downs on him).

The Mandalorian - Season 3 (2023)

It's getting weird with the father figure thing. And it's befuddling when one has to catch a different show to understand key beats in Mandalorian and Grogu's story. Hype status for more seasons is low.

Ahsoka (2023)

The get-togethers are fun, but it meanders a bit and the ending was a headscratcher. Great combat and Star Wars-iness though. I'd come back for more with a hopeful glint in my eye.

Star Wars Resistance (2018-2020)

They could've had something good here, but they really whiffed most of season 1. It starts to get good at the end of s1 and maybe through half of s2, but then they seemed to tie things up hastily when they knew they were getting cancelled. Can't recommend. :(

Tales of the Jedi (2022)

Anthology Star Wars?! Anthology Star Wars!! They make me care about characters from the movies that meant nothing to me, as is Filoni and co's way.

Star Wars: Visions (2021-2023)

MORE anthology Star Wars?!! And "Screecher's Reach" in the second season kinda wrecked me. Just typing this out makes me think of it again and the tears well. It's from the Secret of Kells studio and it's just a phenomenal short. Both anthology shows are must-watch.

The Outer Limits - Volume 2 (1964)

I'm surprised how little of this first season carries through to the 90s revival that I love so much.

#new fiction #new fiction 2024

[goodproofingwater]

Michael Gray

“About the baby – it’s yours”

“What did you say?” & “Come here”*

“You’re cute when you’re angry. ” & “Are you high?”

“Make Michael ruin his underwear”*

Bath after a fight*

“I’ve wanted you every day since I’ve been pregnant”

“Are you high?” & “You’d be a great mum”

Sub!Michael being tied up*

Domestic Violence - Part One | Part Two

NSFW Alphabet

<< back to masterlist

#michael gray #michael gray fan fiction #michael gray masterlist

[ashelbygirl]

How Michael Gray would react when you’re depressed and insecure...

Requested - Yes, for the beautiful @yasmienepien ! Hope you enjoy it beautiful! And thank you for your request.

-“I need you to understand that I’ll always love you and support you. Even when you’re mad at me, even when I’m pissed, you’re the love of my life and I’ll never let you go.”

-Michael being your biggest support system.

-Him helping you with everything you need.

-Michael asking your friends and family to visit you so you can distract yourself and feel loved.

-Him trying your favorite hobbies with you so you can find it more interesting.

-“There is nothing you can do to fix it Michael. You can't make it go away and you can't make it better.”

-“Yeah, you’re right! But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave you! I’m going to be here helping you while you help yourself cause I fucking love you YN.”

-Michael telling you and showing you how much he loves you by doing simple things like cooking for you, making you tea, having walks with you, etc.

-Him taking you on long walks cause he knows how much you love nature.

-Him saying time you beautiful this, telling you things you can remember and trust when you can’t even trust your own mind. Like how grateful he is for having you, how you’re the most mesmerizing you are and making you feel like a goddess.

-Him asking you what you want and need for support.

-Him being there for you anytime you need him.

-You’re crying? His holding you.

-You don’t wanna get out of bed? Him bringing you tea and snack while going to bed with you.

-You don’t wanna bath? You two having a bubble bath together.

-“What are you still doing here Michael? Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be with you out of pity!”

-“Love, I’m here because I want to be, cause even if you’re a pain in my ass, you’re MY pain in the ass and life is amazing because you’re in it.”

-“Him knowing you’re not fragile so he doesn’t act like he’s walking on eggshells.”

-Him trying to understand your insecurities and where they come from so he can help you handle them.

-Him finding what triggers your insecurities so you can talk about it.

-Him trying to help you handle your insecurities.

-Michael writing all the things he loves about you so when you’re alone you can see it and it helps making you feel better.

-Waking up by him whispering you how much he loves you.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #michael gray #michael gray imagine #michael grat imagines #michael gray headcanon #michael gray fanfic #michael gray fan fiction #thomas shelby fan fiction #thomas shelby imagines #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby

[lovebitesimagines]

‘I Don’t Know What to Say’- Michael Gray.

I have finally written something to do with the lovely Michael Gray! I was so excited when I saw this prompt in my request box! Thank you to anon for requesting this, I hope you guys enjoy.

Tag list: @biba3434 @onlythechicagoway

If you wanna be tagged in a particular series, or all of my writing, just lemme know x

Prompt list.

Send me over requests!

Masterlist.

Warning: Swearing.

Paring: Michael x Y/N.

Word Count: 1.2k

You were never the sort of person, who was ever lost for words. You seemed to have an affinity for always having the right words to say. Your friends always claimed that you could talk a religious man, into committing a crime. Talking was something that just seemed to come naturally to you.

           Yet as you were stood in front of your best friend, who was admitting their love for you, you were silent.

           You had known Michael ever since he had arrived in Small Heath. Polly Grays’ son, finally returned home. You had heard the rumours which people easily spread, although you had no interest in partaking in such gossip. You had bumped into Michael sat outside in a secluded area of the docks, surprised at the sad expression that had been playing upon his face.

“What’s with the sad face?” you had asked, sitting yourself down beside him. You can remember the dampness of the mossy wall, seeping through the fabric on your dress. It had stained your outfit, something which had caused an argument between you and your mother that evening.

           Michael had told you that evening, that you were one of the first people to ever sit and listen to him. He had told you about his fears, his worries with returning back home. Country life had bored him, the mundane daily routine dulling his mind. He had longed for something different, something which would excite him. Michael was aware of his families’ reputation, The Peaky Blinders fame reaching even the outskirts of his rural village.

           A close friendship was forged that evening, both soon becoming inseparable. You trusted each other with your most confidential secrets, often whispered to each other under the comforting blanket of evening darkness. Everybody knew that you and Michael came together as a pair, rarely finding one without the other.

           The Shelby family welcomed you with open arms. Polly was relieved that you seemed to be a greatly positive influence on Michael, worried that her nephews would lead him down the wrong path. He was too much of a headstrong and determined young man, to listen much to the opinions of his mother. Polly hoped that you would be able to persuade him otherwise, to be able to guide him away from the criminal activities her nephews attempted to include him in.

           You tried. My God you tried your hardest, but it turned out Tommy Shelbys’ influence was far stronger than yours. You couldn’t blame Michael for not listening, though. You knew he had longed for a sense of exhilaration in his life, to feel that surge of adrenaline that his cousins bragged about experiencing- it was something you had both often discussed at length. You wished that you could have been the one to provide Michael with this, that your friendship was exciting enough for him.

           It had broken your heart into a million, tiny pieces the night he had come back from the races. Michael had told you all about how Tommy being threatened, and Arthur seeing red. He had described to you in great detail, the sound of bones crunching as Arthurs fists made contact with the perpetrators face. He was excited as he spoke to you, his voice and facial features animated as he told you everything. This was only the start.

           When Michael had been placed behind bars, you didn’t sleep. Your mind was obsessively creating worse case scenarios, possessing your sleepless thoughts. You had attempted to visit Michael when he was in jail, but it was unsuccessful. The prison guards found your presence too tempting, and after one to many unwelcome advances and violent threats, you gave up trying.

           Michael was different when he came out. The light in his eyes dulled, his facial expressions lacked the warmth that you had grown so accustomed to seeing. You were the first person he had wanted to see once he had left, arriving unannounced at your house in the early hours of the morning.

“You never came to see me”.

           You knew your absence had caused Michael hurt, his façade slipping for a brief moment to allow you to witness the ache he held inside his heart. You explained to him that it was impossible, that you had tried. Your words seemed to sooth him, his shoulders sinking as sobs tore through his body.

           That was the first time you ever saw Michael cry.

           It initially seemed impossible for you both to grow any stronger, but that evening everything shifted. You rarely slept alone, Michael refusing to leave your side even for a brief moment. You became a familiar face in the Shelby company, assisting Michael with his work. His family noticed the increased amount of time you two spent together. His cousins would often tease you both, talk of love and marriage hanging heavy in the air.

“You two fucked yet?” Arthur would be the less tactile out of them, often heading straight to the point. “Just get the deed done with”.

“I know you’re in love with each other. I can tell.” Polly always claimed that her ‘gyspy blood’ would enable her to know these things.

           You would often react to such talk with an eye roll and sarcastic laugh. You knew this was absolute nonsense, and that you and Michael where just friends. You were the only one who noticed how his eyes would drop to the floor, a rare blush appearing on his cheeks as he laughed at these words.

           And now, as you both stood in front of each other in silence, you realised that perhaps Michael hadn’t thought of it as nonsense all along.

“I’m fucking in love with you (Y/N)” he had shouted at you.

           It was your first ever argument, over something as stupid him seeing you kissing another boy in The Garrison. Michael had instantly been jealous, thinking with his fists instead of logically with his brain. You had dragged him out of there, embarrassed and hurt by his actions. You had both been shouting at each other in an alleyway beside the pub, before his revolution cut through the noise.

           You had instantly fallen silent, staring at your best friend in disbelief. It couldn’t be true, it simply couldn’t be. You knew it was a combination of whiskey and anger that was talking for him, creating these lies to fall out of his mouth. You swallowed hard, knowing that your skin had paled with shock under the moonlight.

“Say something. Please” Michael whispered, his voice breaking. It smashed through the silence that laid between you both, your heart beat increasing.

“I don’t know what to say” you mumbled, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You loved Michael with all your heart, you truly did. You were just afraid of ruining one of the only friendships you have had.

           Michaels face dropped, his eyes looking down to the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he swallowed hard. He stayed like this for a few moments, blinking back the tears that had formed within his eyes, before he looked back up at you. His facial expression had hardened instantly, upon his eyes meeting yours, before he turned and and walked away from you.

           And in that moment, you knew that you saying nothing, had cost you the greatest friendship you ever had.

#Michael gray #Michael Gray x reader #Michael Gray imagine #Michael Gray x oc #Michael Gray x you #Michael Gray fan fiction #Peaky Blinders #PEAKY FOOKIN BLINDERS #by order of the peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #requests #request #prompt request #requested imagine #requested #writing #writers #writing prompt #original writing #fanfiction #fanfic #new fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #finn cole #finn cole imagine #finn cole x reader

[justimagineitblog]

“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 8

A/N: OKAY YOU GUYS.... NEW CHARACTER ALERT..... 

INTRODUCING: Charlie Hunnam - he fit the idea for this character perfectly so I decided to use his face and name for this new character x

Also lotsss of jealous Michael !!!!!!!!! I loved writing this chapter, it was so entertaining to bring in a new character and throw a spanner in the works. I hope you enjoy it xxx

“We’re going to a benefit event this weekend, for networking. They haven’t seen us show our faces for a long time, and I think it’s about time we do”

That’s what Tommy had announced yesterday at the meeting. Gina had clapped excitedly, exclaiming to Michael how she’d never been to an English ball before.

I, however, could not have been less enthusiastic. Up until now I have not had to deal much with Gina and Michael as a pair. Michael alone is already way to much for me to handle emotionally. Moments I’m around him are spent with a racing mind and heart as I try and figure out what he is thinking. And even in moments where we’re not around each other, my every thought is consumed by him. It has been two days since Michael and I shared that moment in the office, and I’m still recovering. I can still physically feel the pit in my stomach, and the way my stomach dropped when I saw the tears on Michael’s face. I replay it on a continuous loop. And the last thing he said to me has had me completely torn up in an internal battle. He had said he wanted this. And I can’t stop obsessing over whether the use of past tense means that this is not what Michael wants anymore. That he wanted Gina. He wanted to marry her. He wanted me to keep away from him. But maybe he isn’t so sure anymore?

But hey, it’s not like I’m ever going to ask him what the hell he is thinking. What he is doing. What happened. Does he regret it? I could never ask him. Because maybe Michael will never wake up to himself. And there is no way in hell I’m letting my heart get broken twice.  As for Michael, he has barely even looked at me since. Talk about whose avoiding who now. Michael is pretty much doing my job for me. Dipping out of every room quickly when I walk in. Looking at the floor or practically anywhere but at me when we have to be around each other.

Right now I’m stood here trying on 6 different dresses to wear to the races today, growing even more frustrated at how none of them are just right.

I haven’t dressed up in a long time. I was even slightly excited at the idea. But now I just feel defeated. I used to love putting on my best dress and watching Michael melt. The look on his face when he would see me. The way he would whisper to me, letting me know I wouldn’t have the dress on for much longer once we got home.

But no one is looking now.

Sighing, I settle on a floor length, yellow gown. I haven’t worn it yet. I slip into it, feeling out of place and worthless. Funny how everything looked better when it was under Michael’s gaze.

Now I’m just a girl in a yellow dress.

I rush through the rest of my makeup and hair, hurrying out of my apartment just in time for the car that the Shelby’s organised for me. The whole car ride I clutch my purse nervously. I can only imagine Gina will look stunning. And I will have to watch Michael look at her the way he used to look at me. As I see the event grow closer in the horizon, I want to hijack the vehicle and go home. Desperately. But at least Polly, Tommy and Arthur will be there. I can’t let them down. This is important for my job. I need to make moves and network with people.

That’s all I have to do. Just keep my head down and do my job.

I feel completely out of my body as I slide out of the car, expecting my legs to give way underneath me. I head up the steps to the entrance where they will ask for my name and who I’m with. Normally I would show up with Michael and no questions would be asked. We would get a respectful nod from the doorman and be let in without questions asked. I almost wish that I might just fall down the steps and straight into a black hole where I don’t have to go ahead with this. But now it’s too late. I’m greeted at the door by tall men who could do a lot of damage and a woman with a clipboard.

“Isabelle. I’m on the Shelby Limited table” I say abruptly, completely ignoring her warm welcome. I don’t mean to, but my mind is completely in a foggy haze. As she runs her finger down the paper to check I’m on list, I search the room full of people behind the security guards. No signs of Michael or Gina. Yet.

“Not a problem, go ahead ma’am” she nods as the security guards separate for me to walk through. I stare at the busy room ahead like a deer in headlights, composing myself before I set foot inside. Wearing my best fake smile I begin weaving my way through the crowd. I search desperately for the Shelby’s in every face I see with no luck. Knowing my fortune, I’ll probably run straight into Michael and Gina.

But maybe tonight the lucky stars are on my side. As I reach the top of the stair well that will lead into the heart of the party, I scan the room once more. This time, my eyes land on Tommy, Polly and Arthur. With a sigh of relief, I practically fly down the stairs. Not even caring if I trip and fall. I just need to get to my people. Where I feel safe. Tommy spots me, and soon after Polly and Arthur do too.

As I finally reach them I pull her into my arms for a much needed hug. I’m already on edge and I’ve only just arrived. Tonight is going to be fun… When we let go, she holds me out in front of her, looking me up and down.

“Good god girl” she exclaims, shaking her head.

“Do I look okay?”

“Are you fucking joking, you look stunning”

Her compliment steady’s my nerves a little, and before I know it Tommy is reaching out to me. I take his hand and he pulls me in, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“You look beautiful Izzy” he coos, his eyes are warm and genuine “And don’t forget to breathe, eh” He chuckles as he notices my energy. I’m nervous wreck and just about anyone could tell. Right now I feel like a slight breeze could knock me off my feet.

I exhale slowly, nodding at him. No one calms me like Tommy can. He is always so strong. Calm. Steady. Sure of himself. And that rubs of on me every time.

He gives me a quick reassuring wink like he always does, as Arthur butts into the conversation.

“Fucking hell eh,” his rough voice booms as pulls me in for a hug like Arthur always does “Wait till Michael gets a load of this-“

Polly swats at him immediately, hitting his arm with her hang bag.

“Well we won’t have to wait long for that now will we-“ Tommy retorts in a hushed voice as his eyes lock on someone in the distance.

Simultaneously, we all look over our shoulders to see Michael and Gina headed our way. A giant pit begins to hollow out in my stomach immediately at the sight of them. They haven’t noticed us yet as they walk with their arms linked, laughing and talking with each other.

Almost as if it was perfect timing, a waiter greets us, offering glasses of wine. Without thinking I reaching for one, throwing it back faster than I probably should. I can feel Polly’s look of concern as she watches me skull the drink.

“Hello everyone” I hear Gina’s obnoxious accent greet us as her and Michael finally meet up with us.

Mustering up whatever small amount of liquid courage the wine gave me, I place my empty glass down on the table and turn to face them with tight lipped smile.

The second Gina’s eyes fall over me, she transforms from a smiling trophy wife to a stone cold statue. They lock onto me like lasers before raking up and down my body, the same way they did on the first day we met. When her eyes finally meet mine again, she looks absolutely livid. Fuming. I’ve seen that same look on her before.

Possessively, she tightens her grip on Michael’s arm. Michael. I hadn’t even dared to look at him yet. But just like always it doesn’t take long for our darting eyes to meet. When they do, I find that he looks speechless. Frozen. His lips are parted in what I can only assume is shock. As he stares at me, at my body, he looks… breathless. Which is probably exactly how I look right now. I feel wildly uncomfortable, my heart rate picking up it’s pace as he gazes at me without blinking.

Tommy, Arthur and Polly quickly begin talking to ease the tension. They begin complimenting Gina on how lovely she looks. She’s dressed in a tight, silver gown, with her signature fur shawl drapes over her shoulders.

“It’s vintage” Gina smiles proudly, before turning her attention back to Michael. But the smile from her ego being stroked is quickly slapped of her face when she she’s how Michael is staring at me. Her head snaps towards him, looking completely offended that he’s even looking at me. She stares at her husband in bewilderment, but then her head rotates towards me. She clears her throat, which startles Michael. His eyes quickly dart away from my body, his neck growing red under his collar.

“Yellow…” Gina begins raising her eyebrows at me “How sweet, you look… bright”

She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her voice is so condescending its basically dripping with it. And her sweet smile is anything but sweet. It’s vicious. Forced. Tight lipped.

I want to bite back. I want to tell her how much that fur shawl she thinks makes her look expensive actually just looks like something she killed and skinned herself.

But I don’t. This woman has taken everything from me. I won’t let her take my pride. My dignity.

I take slow, calming deep breath before responding to her attempt at offending me with a cool smile. Underneath my skin she might have me boiling with rage. But I would never show her that.

“You look stunning Gina”

Her brows furrow ever so slightly as she fights to control the shock on her face. I caught her off guard. She expected me to strike back. To make a fool of myself. But I won’t let her have that satisfaction.

Then without quite knowing why, I turn to Michael, who looks like he’s about to have a heart attack when I lock my eyes onto his. I can see his stomach doing back flips as he waits in anticipation for what I’m about to say.

“And you have a beautiful wife, you must be so lucky”

And with one last smile, I excuse myself from the group and walk away. I try to walk with a strong stride, as if I’m sure of where I’m going. But I’m not. I’m just walking in any direction that will take me away from them, weaving through strangers as the adrenaline leaves my body. I’m not trying to leave, but I need to catch my breath for a second.

I need fresh air… and another drink.

Somehow, I manage to find my way to a back court yard, full off people smoking to relieve their stress. I’m not a smoker, but it’s still fresh air. And hell, at least I’m not the only one trying to escape the party. I don’t know why they bother coming out here, people are lighting up cigarettes inside anyway.

I find an empty chair to sit in, and I’m relieved to be able to stop for a second and gather myself. I can’t believe Gina. That woman is vile. Vicious. Poisonous. A snake dressed up in vintage dresses. Michael staring at me like he’s just seen a ghost.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a mans voice, asking if he can take a seat. I look up in the direction of the voice and find myself stunned. He is tall, much taller than me even though I’m sitting I can still see that he towers over me. He greets my shock with a warm smile. He seem’s nice enough.

“Uh, yes, of course” I quickly reply, realising I’m just staring like a someone who doesn’t know how to act in social situations.

“Sorry, for frightening you” he smiles sheepishly as he takes a seat. God, am I that easy to read.

“No, it’s fine, honestly, I was just thinking” I shake my head

“Thinking is good” he smirks, then extends a slender hand towards me “I’m Charlie”

“Isabelle” I introduce myself, feeling oddly comfortable around this man. I take his hand in mine and shake it gently.

“I’ll let you continue thinking?” He asks, suddenly looking guilty for interrupting my solitude.

“No please,” I shake my head, urging him to continue talking “That’s the last thing I want to be doing”

“Noted” he grins back “What brings you here, Isabelle”

“To this court yard or to this ball?” I tease, surprised at my own playfulness.

“Let’s start with the ball first then”

“To the ball… Work”

“And to this luxurious court yard?” He jokes, gesturing to our slightly run down surroundings.

I pause for a moment. What do I say? That I just ran away from my ex partner and his new wife? That I’m hiding from them to avoid the suffocating tension between us? Because I think he still loves me but he won’t just admit it?

“The fresh air” I retort sarcastically.

He watches me closely, the glint of a smile in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curl up. He nods, accepting that he’s not going to get anymore out of me than that. But I feel bad. Normally I’m an open book. I love people. But my situation with Michael is far to complex even me to understand, let alone explain to a stranger. Feeling guilty for not giving him much of a decent conversation, I turn to face him directly.

“What about you, Charlie?”

He hums, looking up as he thinks “To the court yard or the ball?”

I can’t help but grin at his quick wit, as he gives me a dose of my own medicine. But clearly only jokingly teasing me, he continues to answer my question.

“Here to support my brother, he runs one of the charities being honoured tonight”

I smile. This man. Charlie. He is sweet.

“To the court yard, however, I have also come to get fresh air. These kinds of events aren’t really my thing”

“You and me both” I nod “Not that we’re getting much fresh air anyway”

He laughs softly, nodding along with me in agreement.

“Do you drink, Isabelle?” He questions

“Only on days that end with Y” I smirk, answering his question.

He beams back at me, seeming almost like he’s not used to this.

“You know I’m thinking a drink at the bar might do us better than this lovely fresh air”

I cock my head to the side, watching him closely. I don’t know this man. Not well, anyway. This isn’t the type of networking I was planning on doing. But when was the last time I did something for me? Michael does. Michael puts his needs first every day. And the longer I look at this man, the longer I realise how absolutely stunning he is. And yeah, maybe I want to have a goddamn drink with him. I stand up from my chair and he quickly follows my lead with a grin. Without a word, he extends his arm to me and I take it, defying every part of me that feels weird hiding any mans arm that isn’t Michael’s. I’m doing this for me.

What ensues is a half hour of drinking at the bar, where we learn more about each other. Every time he opens his mouth I’m taken aback by how funny, intelligent and sweet this man is. He meets every joke of mine with an even better one. His quick wit keeping up with mine like it’s nothing. He says the right thing. The nice thing. The funny thing. His laugh is divine, and I begin to notice his deeply set smile lines and subtle dimples. Everything about Charlie is new. Exciting. I’ve been so fixated, so used to Michael for so long that I find myself in awe of the man in front of me.

I almost forget we are even at an event until a voice booms into the air over a loud and screeching microphone. The voice asks us all to returns to our seats for dinner, before the event properly begins.

“What table are you at?”

“I’m not sure, actually” I reply as I quickly realise I’m not sure where the Shelby’s are seated. Suddenly I see Polly’s face appear in the crowd. She hasn’t spotted me yet, but I can tell she is looking for me. Shit. Panic sets in. I know Polly wouldn’t be mad at me for having drinks with another man. In fact I’m sure she’d encourage it. But I’m not ready. I’m not ready to have her see me with another man. Very quickly, I begin to feel horrible about this. Maybe I shouldn’t be getting drinks with another man. God what am I doing?

“You alright?” I hear Charlie ask and I look back at him nervously.

“Uh, yeah I, I just think I need to-“ my sentence is interrupted by panic as Polly is getting closer and closer.

“It’s alright, you should get back” He reassures me. I look up at him with furrowed brows and nods in understanding, but his smile looks sad. God I feel terrible. But I can’t stay.

“I’m sorry” I apologise in a rush as I hurry away from him, desperate to get back to the table without being seen by Polly.

To my relief, I manage to stalk my way around the crowd and avoid Polly. But once I feel like I breathe a sigh of relief, I’m smacked in the face with another wave of panic. Now I have to sit with Gina and Michael at dinner. I hurry up to our table once I spot it, and slide into my seat so quickly only Tommy notices me sit down. Noticing I’m out of breath he furrows his brows at me.

“Did you run here or something?” he laughs nudging me playfully with his shoulder. I scoff. I practically did, yeah.

“Oh, there you are!” Polly’s voice exclaims suddenly, drawing attention to me. Gina and Michael’s heads both shoot over my way, and it doesn’t take long to get served a disgusted look from Gina. But right now Gina and her bitch face is on the bottom of my worry list. I’m just relieved that I made it back to the table without Polly seeing me with Charlie. Oh god. I cringe remembering how I left him in the lurch at the bar. I all but ran away from the guy while he was half way through a sentence.

Suddenly waiters start appearing from the kitchen doors, serving the dinner to all the guests. Desperate to have something to distract me, I busy myself with the food and try to centre myself again. I let the chatter of the party fall into the background as I zone out, my mind travelling back to Charlie. I made a complete fool of myself. He was perfectly nice. More than nice. He was completely charming. Why did I just run away from him like that. At one point, I happen to catch eyes with Michael, who seems to already be looking at me. His eyes dart away from me quickly trying to pretend like I didn’t catch him looking. But I don’t even bother entertaining him for that right now. This awkward staring game he is playing is getting very old, very fast.

Does he expect me to read his goddamn mind?

Before I know it, dinner is over, and the afternoons festivities begin. The host drones on for many long, painful minutes, most of the time bragging about their generosity towards the charities here tonight. I try not to laugh. Doesn’t the boasting kind of defeat the purpose of the philanthropy? As he finally wraps up his self centred speech I assumed that might all just go back to mingling and forcing small talk with all these strangers, but no. As the band begins to play music once more, the host announces that the ball room floor has opened.

Gina exclaims excitedly at Michael as couples all over the room begin to stand and make their way to the dance floor in the middle of the room.

You’ve got to be kidding me. I look up at the ceiling and to the heavens above. Someone up there really has it out for me.

I watch as Michael forces a smile at Gina as she tugs on his coat, begging him to dance.

“Dance with me baby?” She pouts, sounding like a whining child. I bite the inside of my lip, trying not to scoff out loud. Michael hates being called baby. When we were together, he used to love the way I called him ‘my love’. He had insisted that he could never imagine being called by any other name. Joking that he would change his name legally so I couldn’t call him anything but ‘my love’.

Reluctantly, he places his napkin on the table and helps Gina up out of her chair.

“Excuse us, I have to dance with my husband” she says to the table as she hangs of Michael’s arm, but I know she’s directing that comment directly at me. Everyone nods, excusing them from the table. I try to wipe the look of hurt, jealousy and anger of my face as I watch them join the rest of the dancing couples.

“Thought you might need this” Arthur’s voice says in my ear as he sits down next to me, sliding a glass of wine in my direction.

“What would make you think that?” I reply sarcastically, but give him a grateful smile. For the next few songs I watch them pensively over the top of the rim of my glass. Gina is beaming up at Michael. Clutching onto him possessively every time another woman gets to close. Michael doesn’t look totally miserable either. He even looks like he’s enjoying himself for a few fleeting moments. Of course he is. He’s married. His wife is beautiful. She adores him. What more could he want, right?

After the 3rd song finishes they leave the dance floor and begin to return to the table. I force my eyes down to the ground, to make out like I haven’t just been staring at them for the past 15 minutes.

They only just reach the table, taking their seats, when a males voice says my name from beside us.

In shock at hearing my name, I look up in its direction. My eyes meet with a pair of familiar blue eyes and a gentle smile.

Charlie.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He proposes, extending his arm to me. When he see’s my hesitance he gives me a deep, knowing look. Like he’s been watching this all unfold and he has come to whisk me away. To save me. I should feel embarrassed. Awkward. Another man offering to dance with me when Michael is right there should feel weird. But instead I just feel… butterflies. The good kind. I want to let myself do this. Why not. I don’t have anyone to be loyal to. I have been loyal to Michael since day one. He hasn’t returned that. I don’t owe him a goddamn thing.

Without a word I take his hand, rising from my seat. His face lights up, and he gives me a smile that looks… proud. He squeezes my hand once, before linking my arm with his.

“Thank you” he nods at the Shelby’s respectfully with a small bow “I’ll have her back soon”

I glance over at all their faces as we walk away. Tommy and Arthur watch on like protective brothers, and Polly has a proud smile on her face. She loves her son, but I know she’s thinking how much he deserves to have this rubbed in his face. Speaking of Michael, the look on his face is priceless. He looks hot and angry, his face distorted and twisted half between fury and… hurt.

But I don’t have much time to look at Michael, not while Charlie is leading me through the dance floor until we find a clear spot to stand. He smirks as we face each other. He places one large, slender hand on my waist while the other interlocks with mine. I take a deep breath to steady myself. Another mans touch is so unfamiliar to me. He watches me carefully, reading me like a book. Sensing my nerves, he very slowly and gently pulls me closer to him. Not to fast. But not to slow. How the hell does he know how to do the right thing every time?

Feeling how calm and steady he is has the same effect on me, and I feel my rushing mind and racing heart begin to slow.

“Hi again” he coos softly, smiling down at me.

“Hi” I reply, unable to help the grin that is growing wider and wider on my own face. I follow his lead as we begin to sway along to the slow jazz music that is playing in the background. I frown slightly, still feeling guilty about leaving him.

“I’m so sorry about before” I apologise looking up at him sheepishly.

“Don’t be” He shakes his head, dismissing my concern “Just don’t run off from me while we’re in the middle of the dance floor yea, might not recover from that one” he teases. We both chuckle.

“I’m not going anywhere” I assure him

“That’s fine by me” he bites his lip as we find ourselves getting even closer to one another until we’re pressed right up against one another. As we share a moment just gazing at one another, I can’t help but wonder he came just at the right time. Who the hell sent this man?

Suddenly turns us around in a circle, holding me tight as we spin. Catching me off guard, he lowers me down into a dip. His strong hand supports my back, and my head falls back as I laugh gleefully. When he brings me back up, our faces are so close that our noses are touching. I half expect him to kiss me, to take advantage of this moment. But he doesn’t. He remains a perfect gentleman. I’m completely caught up in him, caught up in our own little bubble when it is burst by the sight of Michael over Charlie’s shoulder.

He is standing with the Shelby’s and Gina, as they’re mingling and chatting with another family. But he’s not paying attention to them. He is glaring at Charlie and I over the top of his drink. He throws it back angrily, before all but slamming it down on the table. I can see his chest rising and falling heavily from here. Michael isn’t even trying to hide his jealously. I can’t believe the audacity of Michael. It’s almost laughable.

“You good?” Charlie asks with concern, noticing that I’m distracted. He also notices Michael as he looks between us. I think for a moment, and funnily enough, I am good. I’m good. Right now, with Charlie, I feel untouchable.

“I’m wonderful” I nod and he smiles with relief.

“Yeah,” he breathes “You are”

As the next song picks up in pace, he dances me around the floor. He spins me, twirling me around, but catches me again every time. We laugh with each other, enjoying getting completely wrapped up in the moment. I completely forget about Michael. In fact, I completely forget anyone else is even in the room until the final song comes to an end.

We linger for a moment, still enamoured with each other while most people begin to leave the dance floor. I feel almost high of the chemistry between us. The host announces that the final song also marks the ending of the evening. He is the first to break our bubble as he begins to let go of me slowly, his hand lingering on my waist before he finally lets go.

“Alright, I think I’ve stolen you for long enough” he chuckles, breaking the tension between us “You can run now if you like”

“I might be to out of breath for that” I retort with a laugh “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I was just saving my best moves for you”

“Thank you, for…” I begin, but I can’t finish my sentence. Thank you for the dance, yes. But how do I thank him for saving my from a night of torture at the table with Michael and Gina.

“Trust me, the pleasure has been all mine”

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time”

“Well that makes two of us”

Theres a long, long moment between us. I may not have done this in a while but I still know what happens next. That’s when my nerves begin to return slowly but surely. Can I do this? He is wonderful. Everything about him is wonderful. And the chemistry is palpable. But am I ready for this?

Sensing that I’m uncomfortable, he bows slightly. “I’ll let you get back. It’s been lovely meeting you, Isabelle” he smiles down at me.

I watch as he turns, almost about to walk away when something comes over me. I quickly reach for his coat pulling him back to me.

“Wait,” I say desperately as he steps closer to me “Come home with me”

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gonna do something new over here and open requests!

Below is a list of fandoms I’ll write for, as well as characters I’m most familiar with (though you can certainly request others in the fandoms)

-Harry Potter (Lightening and Marauders Era)- Most familiar with: Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom

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Lies Travel Faster Part Two: Chapter Four

Summary: Sophia Murphy’s past is coming for her. Can she outrun it?

Tags: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Warnings: angst; smut; violence; language; rape/non-con; death

ALSO WARNING: This chapter catches us up to the events of S5 so beware of S5 Spoilers.

Chapter 4 Read Chapter 3 here

“I had a dream about a black cat last night, Pol. A black cat dream means there is a traitor close by. It was you who taught me that.”

“Black cat can mean lots of things,” Polly responded. “Can mean you're hurting yourself. Betraying yourself.”

Tommy lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth and leaned his back against the bar.

The dreams had been coming more frequently. The hallucinations more clearly. And since the news of the stock exchange crashing, he couldn’t get rid of the sinking feeling that things would get worse before they got better.

“Are you seeing things, Thomas?” Polly asked him after a few moments of silence.

“Yes, I am,” he responded without thinking. “Yes, I am. Very clearly. Coming from every fucking direction.”

Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous. Not for the meeting--he’d never been nervous to face his family, least of all Michael, even if he did lose much of the company’s holdings in the crash. He wanted to throttle his cousin, was ready to cut him out of the family altogether, but he wasn’t nervous to see him.

When she walked into the pub, it suddenly made sense. The bundle of nerves that had been sitting in his chest fell quickly to the pit of his stomach.

Sophie.

She made quick eye contact with him, but promptly dodged his gaze by looking about the room for someone else, anyone else to address. She made a beeline for Polly on the other side of the room.

Michael and Gina walked to the middle. They were the focus of the meeting, after all, and Sophie planned to fly under the radar. Why Tommy had insisted on her attending at all still had her a bit flustered. It wasn’t he who requested it directly, of course, but Arthur who spoke with her at the train station.

Polly just eyed her as Sophie moved to the woman’s side. The grin on her face indicating this was a moment she’d been waiting for. For Sophie, though, this was the moment she’d been dreading.

She hadn’t wanted to return to Birmingham, not really, but she knew she had to. There was nothing left for her in America. Once and for all, she’d ended the feud that plagued her for so many years. And while that was a particular relief for her, she had no desire to stay and start over with a new life.

The truth was she was comfortable in her new line of work. Pulling that trigger and dropping Vincenzo reignited a fight in her that she’d long ago lost. Her previous life in Birmingham was a dream to her now, an odd and sometimes frightening, always disappointing, dream. A dream in which she’d lost herself. She’d lost sight of who she was--from where she came. And her time in America only reminded her of that.

Returning to Birmingham required a reconciliation of those two versions of herself. And she welcomed this.

It also required a reconciliation of another kind. One she wasn't ready for.

Tommy attempted to take charge of the meeting, almost immediately, clearing his throat and leaning his back against the bar to get everyone’s attention.

But Michael didn’t sit, not yet. Instead he walked toward his cousin and spoke first.

“Tommy, I'd like to introduce you to my wife,” Michael said, motioning toward Gina who sat at the small table behind him. “I would also like to say something--”

“Sit down, Michael,” Tommy interrupted.

But Michael continued, “I betrayed you--”

This time it was Polly who interrupted, taking a step toward them and ignoring Sophie as her focus now turned to her son.

“Michael,” she said sternly.

But again, Michael continued on, “But only in my heart. There was a time, in America, and there was a lot of money in that bank. And I wondered if I could I could leave, move to California. Someone said I should invest in pictures. Hollywood. But Sophie stopped me.” He nodded toward her where Sophie audibly gasped at the attention now turned on her. She felt her heart racing and feared it might actually burst from her.

But Tommy didn’t even look in her direction.

“I told you to sit down, Michael,” he said.

This time Michael did what he was told and the discussion quickly shifted to the real order of business, the ship’s docking in Belfast and the run-in with the Billy Boys and the IRA that followed.

Sophie hadn’t been aware of it at first, as both sides clearly focused on Tommy Shelby’s cousin rather than some woman he once knew.

She was on edge for the rest of the trip after Michael came to her cabin and informed her of what had taken place. But in truth, she was also relieved to have been no part of it. Judging by Tommy’s demeanor, he wasn’t convinced by Michael’s story and Sophie was thankful she wasn’t also in a position to have to defend herself.

The fact that she clearly meant so little to Tommy that neither side would come for her had her feeling something else, though. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. A combination of all three. She was angered and frustrated that his enemies had apparently caught onto the dissolution of their relationship quicker than she had. And she was saddened to have to face it all over again.

Sophie realized she’d completely lost track of the conversation unfolding and had no idea how it’d taken the turn it had, but Micheal's proclamation caught her attention, snapping her back to the present.

“The reason Gina and I got married on the ship was because Gina is pregnant,” Michael said. “You're going to be a grandmother,” he added, turning to Polly.

Polly was shocked and Sophie could tell it was taking everything in her not to burst into tears right then and there. She sat at the next table, steadying herself to the news.

“Okay, Michael. I believe you,” Tommy finally said. “Welcome home. And congratulations.”

He extinguished the almost spent cigarette and added, “Just remember your unborn child has witnessed what you said.”

“Thomas!” Polly shouted, appalled at the gall her nephew had to curse an unborn baby.

“And it will be born according to--”

“You fuck!” Michael interrupted, practically jumping from his chair and moving toward Tommy, who didn’t even flinch.

Sophie, instinctively, moved toward the scuffle, but Arthur made it there first, restraining Michael who held onto Tommy’s empty gaze.

“Where the fuck are you going, hmm? Are you fucking mad?” Arthur asked his cousin. “You are free to fucking leave, Michael.”

“You fucking bastard,” Michael spat at Tommy through gritted teeth.

“But you're not free, Michael, are you? You lost this company a lot of money,” Tommy replied calmly. “I told you to sell but you held on, and now I want you to pay me back what you owe me. There is work you can do, there are risks you can take. We were close before. Now I want you closer still,” Tommy said, claiming the last word.

“Michael, honey,” Gina said. “Look at your cousin. He's in trouble, huh? He needs you. Come on, baby, let's go.”

And with that, Michael, Gina, and Polly left the pub in a flurry.

“Black cat dream is never wrong, brother,” Arthur added before taking one look at Sophie and walking out the door behind them.

The gravity of the situation finally hit Sophie for the first time.

A black cat dream. She didn’t know much about Romani culture, but she was sure she’d heard about black cat dreams from Polly when Alfie Solomons had betrayed Tommy at the fights two years prior. They were bad omens. They signified a traitor approaching.  

Tommy had told Michael to sell, and Michael had refused, fancying himself the wiser man. Clearly Tommy interpreted this as a traitorous act. An act of betrayal.

And Sophie questioned this herself. Is Michael a traitor? Was there something happening in America I should have noticed? Could I have stopped this? She thought.

Tommy stood in silence for a few moments, not even looking at Sophie, instead stepping behind the bar to grab another bottle of whiskey and pour himself a drink.

He nodded in her direction, to ask if she would care for a drink herself, but she shook her head to refuse the offer.

Tommy leaned against the bar and finally looked at her, drinking her in after what felt like an eternity. He’d forgotten so much about her. The intense way she could hold his eye contact. The way she always seemed to be smiling from the corners of her mouth, even when she was unhappy or upset. He’d remembered how beautiful she was, but was struck by the new air of confidence that emanated from her, as if it just added to the charm.

She was wearing her hair different, but she’d changed in other ways too.

“You look different,” he said, finally deciding to speak to her for the first time in two years.

“How so?” Sophie asked in return.

He didn’t know how to answer the question, because he couldn’t exactly identify it himself. He knew what she’d done in America, of course, always staying informed of her movements but never letting her know as much. But he wasn’t sure if that’s what had changed her.

“I don’t know. At peace?” He finally offered as much a question as an answer.

Sophie just smiled.

She certainly didn’t consider herself at peace. She was satisfied that she’d sought and found justice for her family, but she wasn’t at all at peace with what she’d done.

“I feel different.”

“At peace?” He asked.

“No,” she answered. “You know, Tommy, in my time away I learned just how alike we are, you and I. And you know as well as I do that people like us will never have peace.”

Something about what she said and how she said it cut to Tommy’s core. He didn’t want Sophie to be like him. He wanted her to find peace. But somewhere deep inside, he knew she was right. She had proven she was like him--determined, stubborn really, and unrelenting in the pursuit of what they wanted. Damn if she isn’t exactly right, he thought.

He felt like he should say something--tell her she was wrong, assure her she’d one day find peace, remind her just how much better than him she really was. But he couldn’t form the right words. So, as usual, he remained silent.

“You look different, too,” she continued after a short pause, gesturing toward his hair.

Tommy ran a hand through his hair and grinned.

And Sophie felt it in her gut. That grin.

It always did have a way of leaving her breathless, of knocking her flat on her ass when she least expected it.

She realized in that moment just how much she’d missed being near him. And she found herself frantically working out any way of remaining close to him.

She’d come to the meeting to resign from Shelby Company, for the second time. But when he grinned she panicked at the thought of leaving him again.

She cleared her throat to speak, to ask for more work, any excuse to stay near him, but was relieved when Tommy beat her to it. She tried to steady herself again.

“Clearly your work in America is finished. I've some ideas for you,” he paused to take a drag from his freshly lit cigarette then continued, “but I have plans tonight. Come to Charlie’s yard tomorrow. We can work out the details.”

Sophie just stared at him, unable, in that moment, to decide what direction she should take. Refuse, walk away for good, leave it all behind? Or agree, keep him near, risk it all?

“That is assuming you still want to work for us,” he added.

“No. I mean, yes. Of course I do," She answered quicker than she thought she could.

Sophie felt her palms grow sweaty, suddenly anxious now that she'd committed to something.

That’s when the door to the pub swung open and a slight, dark haired woman entered. She looked at Sophie first, then glanced at Tommy before returning her gaze to Sophie.

Tommy cleared his throat and shuffled his feet, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

“Ah, well, you're busy,” Sophie said to no one in particular.

“Yes, we've got plans--”

But Sophie interrupted him, just smiling, “You said that.”

Somewhat abruptly, Sophie turned and made her way from the pub, not even giving him an opportunity to respond. She didn’t need a response, Jesse Eden’s presence said it all.

She’d recognized the young woman from the photographs she’d seen in the paper. Sophie wasn’t sure if she was still in Tommy’s life, as Arthur hadn’t mentioned her in his updates as of late. But seeing her walk in, the look she gave Tommy, his reaction to the two women being in the same room--it was all the update she needed.

Inside the pub, Jesse turned her attention to Tommy, somewhat shocked at Sophie’s rude behavior. She hadn’t even stopped to introduce herself.

“You going tell me what that's about?” Jesse asked, fidgeting with her gloves.

“No,” was all the response she received.

Because just then, he spotted Sophie’s shawl on the back of a chair by where she’d stood during the meeting. It was a deep green and he thought how it must compliment her skin tone. It was elegant--and it made him think of just how full of contradictions she was. Soft, feminine, full of class. A woman who could wear that shawl. But strong, tough, merciless when necessary. A woman who could drop a ruthless Italian mobster with one shot from a distant hillside. After all this time, she still fascinated him.

“Let’s go, Thomas," Jesse said, sensing he'd been distracted.

“One minute.”

He made his way across the room as Jesse walked out of the pub ahead of him. He gently lifted the shawl off the back of the chair, careful not to let any ash fall from his cigarette onto the delicate material. He held it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

It was soft in his calloused and overworked hands.

And it smelled like fucking peonies.

Tommy tossed it on the table and followed Jesse out the door.

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In the Bleak Midwinter. P.t 2

Part One. 

Michael awoke seconds after hitting the ground. For a moment he was confused but soon the memories started coming in like the tide.  He watched as Tommy sat in the corner smoking and drinking a whisky. He wasn’t sure if he should move off the ground or just stay still and play dead. He had done a really shitty thing to a woman who he knew was beloved by the Shelby clan. He knew that he was playing with fire when he started to fool around with Charlotte. He wondered why he had been so easily swayed. Why he had been so easily tempted when you gave him everything.  He had tried to think of why he had done what he had done so that he could go to you and tell you why he had hurt you the way he did. He heard your wail break through the veil of silence and he had sworn that you were dying and he supposed you were. He had just crushed your heart underneath his boot with out even giving it a second thought.  He goes to stand up and the blood rushing down to his feet causes him to sway for a moment. He moves towards the door wanting to confront you, wanting to comfort you but Tommy’s voice stops him. 

“ Where do you think you’re going” Tommy asks 

“ To her” Michael explains simply as if it’s plain as day 

“ Sit down, Michael” Tommy instructs.  

Michael doesn’t move. His fingers twitch wanting to reach for the door knob but the look on Tommy’s face prevents him from moving anywhere. It’s a cool hard look and he had only ever seen it when Tommy was doing business. He had never been on this end of the look and he wished to never be on this end of the look ever again.  Michael sits down and fold his hands on top of the table.  He licks his lips and hisses in pain. 

“ Why’d you do it” Tommy asks voice cold and distant 

“ I don’t know.” he shrugs reaching for one of his own cigarettes 

 Michael tries to think of a reason, like you weren’t giving it up or  that you were never home that you deserved it. Michael had tried to drive you away when had found out the Charlotte was pregnant. He tried being so cold to you that you would just get fed up and leave. You didn’t though you stayed and tried your hardest to make things work and every time he came home to dinner on the table and a drink made he felt the guilt bite into his heart. Every time you showed up to the office with a smile and a packed lunch his stomach lurched.  He was cruel to you and he watched as your eyes would water and you lip would wobble. He would listen to you cry to yourself in the bathroom, heard you praying and he heard you talking with his mum.  He knew what he had done was wrong but he liked the thrill of having two women, of having a whore and a wife, but things became messy and complicated. He knew the right thing was to marry Charlotte but she didn’t want that, she didn’t want to keep a bastard baby in her. Didn’t want any one to know what they had been doing.  He realized quickly that he was just a dirty thrill and that he had meant nothing to her. He was nothing more than a play toy for the night and while they were playing you were at home loving him. Michael didn’t know where to go but to his cousins and now here he was sitting across from Tommy. 

 Michael  begged for something, anything to come to mind but nothing did. The only thought that was rambling around in his mind was that he could.  He did it because he could. For the first time in a long time Michael was in control. He had shed the coat of Henry and put on the peaky cap of Michael.  Although you were the love of his life, he had done the unthinkable because he bloody well could and no one would say anything to him. If they did he had his boys at his back ready to throw down. He had forgotten that you had come before him though; that his cousins had watched you grow up, had protected you.  He forgot that although Polly favored him; the siblings, his cousins loved you deeper, and for longer then they did him.

Tommy watches as his cousin sits with his thoughts. A quiet anger fills him to the brim. He had made a promise to himself that he would never put you in harms way.  That you would never be used in his games , in his business. He knew that you had lived enough tragedies in your short life to live through any more so when he heard your scream pierce through the noise in the bar it had taken all of his strength to not jump up and punch Michael again.  He had set you two up because he knew Michael had been raised by a nice family, in a nice house, in a nice town. Michael was a sweet boy he thought to himself watching as he interacted with everyone, especially with you. He didn’t think that this city would change him for the worse, maybe toughen him up , give him some street smarts. Michael was slipping down a dark hole and he supposes that Michael was just always dark but was confined to a nice town and therefore wore the clothes of a nice boy. A wolf wearing sheep’s clothing. 

“ You know, of course you know.” Tommy speaks

“ It’s not a good reason” Michael admits, Tommy shrugs before taking another puff. 

“  There was never going to be one. So out with it.” smoke falls out of Tommy’s mouth and nose. 

“I did it because, I could” 

John had run out after checking to see if Michael was still breathing. No matter how much he wanted to slit his throat he knew that if anything was seriously wrong with the wrath of Polly would be upon their heads and none of them wanted that. So he checked on the boy and then left. He couldn’t look at him for much longer bile was creeping up his stomach and he wasn’t sure if he could keep it down. The cold December air hits his warm body and he welcomes it.  It helped calmed him down. The ballistic feeling in his chest was soothed away by his deep breaths of the winter air.  

When Michael came into the private room that night he was happy to see him, but quickly he noticed the look on his face and he became worried. Had something happened to him, or to you? He wasn’t sure but he was soon going to find out and when he did he couldn’t help the clenching of his fists. There he was standing in all of his new found peaky glory asking for who to go to about an unwanted pregnancy. The three brothers looked at each other and wondered when you had stopped wanting babies. They had heard you and Ada talk about it a million times. In fact you had made Finn dress up as your baby more than once so why they sudden change of heart. 

“ ( Y/N), doesn’t want the baby” Tommy asked perplexed sharing a look with his brothers 

“ Nah, it’s not for her” Michael says shrugging his shoulders 

“ Then who’s it for?” Tommy questions more confused than when they started 

“ Charlotte, we’ve been foooln around. Doesn’t want the baby.” Michael is cut off by Arthur standing up to leave.

The scream that you let rip is a sound he never thought he would have to hear again. It reminds him of mothers losing their children, it reminds him of men from the war in the hospital. It knocks the breath out his lungs hearing something that mournful come out of your mouth.  He stands in shock and watches as you dash past him throwing up in snow bank.  Arthur right behind you slaps a hand against Johns shoulders waking him up out of his daze.  Your body convulses and seizes. John grips your hair behind your head having plenty of practice with sick women. He did have six kids.  He can hear your teeth chattering, your lips now an unnatural colour.  

“ Get her outta the snow. She’s freezin” John says to Arthur 

You feel your body being hoisted up and out of the snow. All the whisky was really catching up with you know. The spins had in fact taken over and you just wanted to go home and crawl in bed. You felt your thoughts getting lost in the lake of alcohol you had consumed but one thing was very clear you couldn’t go back home to Polly. She would know, she always knew, and since you had confided in her about Michael acting weird she would piece it together. She had just gotten Michael back and you didn’t want to jeopardize  the way she looked at him. You wanted the love in her heart to remain untainted by the heartbreak in yours. You feel your feet move forward, John and Arthur keeping you upright. 

“ Polly can’t know” you feel yourself say 

The boys knew exactly what that meant. They couldn’t take you home to Polly in this manner without her asking questions as to where Michael was. They couldn’t lie to her and in your tear stained state she would put it all together. They stopped moving and looked at each other where would they take you. John’s had too many children and Arthur and Linda’s was just barely big enough, Ada was in London and I guess they could just drive through the night but Tommy’s was closer technically which was decided by a shrug of the shoulders and the a curt nod of the head.  So off they dragged you towards the car. The men lay you in the back of the car and you don’t fight them. 

John sweeps the hair out of your eyes and you reach for his hand. 

“ I-Is there something wrong with m-me” you stammer out 

“ No-” 

“ Then w-why am I always b-being broken” you sob 

The last sentence you spoke before the liquor took you over completely left the men silent in their rage.  You had never hurt a fly in your life. In fact one time John had killed one and you had burst into tears made everyone go to a funeral you and Ada had planned for a fucking house fly.  Now you were drunk in the back seat with your heart shattered and there wasn’t a damn thing any one could do about it. 

You awoke to the silence and you let it take you, the tears had all but gone  and all that was left was the mind numbing pain of having your hear broken. This time you didn’t distract yourself from the horror. You had always pushed the pain away, always convinced yourself that one day you would know true pain and only then would you feel it. Only then would you let yourself die.  It wasn’t till the words had tumbled out of his mouth that you let yourself feel  the knife Michael had stabbed into your back. It wasn’t till this moment that you could just lay there and let the world swallow you up and you had to say it. Had to get it off your chest. 

“ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, here lay my heart and soul.  In the bleak midwinter” 

A/N Okay so, lol did I say two parts I meant three.  I feel like leaving it with just her anger and not her sadness how everyone else was feeling wasn’t right. I also know that I may have caused you distress so for that I am sorry.  A good friend told me I wasn’t allowed to write anymore because of how fucked up i made it anywas i hope you enjoyed it please let me know and don’t forget requests are open. 

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Fate - Michael Gray (Michael Gray - Peaky Blinders) - Part 5/8

Summery ; Thomas Shelby was planning to use McKenna Brady as a guarantee of a sealed deal by marrying her to his cousin. Little did he know her father had already sold his youngest daughter to one of the most feared men in Birmingham. Thomas also didnt know that Michael Gray had fallen head over heals for the girl during their brief encounter and would do anything to ensure she marries him instead. Even if it means going against one of the most brutal gangs in England.

McKenna could hear Tommy’s car speed of after dropping her at the top of her fathers long driveway. She took a deep breath and let herself in using her old keys.

She quickly made her way to the maid quarters and tapped Mary on the shoulder. Turning around the small maid gasped and hugged McKenna tightly “what are you doing here?”

“I’m running away with the Shelby’s and I’m bringing you with me”

“McKenna I can’t”

“Yes you can. I just need to grab a few things first so meet me by the back doors in fifteen minutes with all your stuff” and before Mary could protest, McKenna was already out the door and on her way to the family safe.

She inserted the four digit password and started to place everything that shined into her purse. She was just placing her mother’s ring on her own finger (that will not go to the Shelby’s) when she heard the click of a gun.

Whipping around fast she saw her father and sister. “McKenna what are you doing?” Her father gasped. Her sister placed her hands on her hips “isn’t it obvious” she said “she’s ran away from her husband and now needs to steal from her own family for money”

“It’s not like that” McKenna defended herself but her sister cut in “Well it sure looks like it”

“Adeline you may leave us now” Mr Brady nodded at his youngest daughter to leave.

Once the oldest Brady sister left the room McKenna felt herself relax but the feeling didn’t last long as her father grabbed a small hand gun from his waistcoat and pointed it towards her. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t give you back to Will Beckett this second”

“Da, please, I just need a few jewels for the Shelby’s in return for them letting me stay with them” Mr Brady shifted uncomfortably “William will already be on his way here, ready to accuse me of breaking our deal”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t have to” McKenna took a step forward “you can just pretend you haven’t seen me and act shocked or upset that I’m missing” she looked into his eyes that mirror her own “for me, Da”

Mitch Brady emptied his bullets onto the floor and brought his daughter into a tight hug “We need to hurry if you’re going to make it out before he arrives” he grabbed more jewels from the safe and pulled his pocket watch from his jacket, placing it into McKenna’s hand “for you” he said “that doesn’t go to the Shelby’s it’s for you incase I never see you again”

McKenna walked out the back doors and saw Mary with a small luggage bag “this way Mary, we have to meet Michael by the flower shop and he’ll drive us to Thomas Shelby’s house where we will be staying” Mary quickly followed McKenna, not looking back at the house once.

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Once they made it to the country house McKenna placed all the jewels on Thomas’ desk and took a step back. “Now you have your jewels, Mary and I will like to know where we shall be staying” Thomas didn’t look up “Michael, take these girls to our spare rooms upstairs”

Michael guided the two upstairs and showed them their rooms “This will be yours McKenna and next to it is yours Mary” he smiled. “Thank you” McKenna smiled back “now, I hear you have a bar and Mary and I are absolutely parched”

“Right this way” he laughed, leading them all back downstairs.

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9. “Pretend to be my date.” With Michael

Send me something to get my mojo back~

Growing up in small heath meant your chances of growing up best friends with a gangster were higher than most other places in England. You’d wager the world if you knew anything about where the other gangsters came from. You had only heard about the Mob or the Mafia from your conversations with your next-door neighbour once he had been introduced into the fold of the Peaky Blinders, and to be honest it sounded like the same thing in a different place even if Michael didn’t see it that way. 

And so, because Michael was more comfortable with you than anyone else, given that he felt he always had to prove himself to his mother and the rest of his family, you had not been surprised when he had invited you to the pub on the first Friday night of his new job. 

You dressed to the nines, as much as you could while trying to look like this is how you dressed every day, and walked into The Garrison with Michael to be greeted with the roar of a place that you had never experienced before. It felt like people were stacked on top of each other with the sheer amount of bodies in there, and the noise was much more than you were expecting for what you had assumed was the quiet pub down the road. Michael placed a hand on the small of your back and ushered you to the bar, flagging down the bartender who didn’t even turn a blind eye to the fact that you were a woman in a place like this with a person like Michael, and it was the sheer lack of judgement that made you realise just how much you loved this atmosphere. 

You sat sipping champagne and trying Michaels whiskey, his face lighting up with a smile that made him look years younger as you flinched at the taste, and you were just getting used to the pace of the evening when it changed once more. 

The room hushed a little when three men walked through the door followed by three more, the man with the broadest shoulders and the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your life glanced over at Michael before he escaped into a door you hadn’t even noticed was there, the man with the mustache following him in close quarters. It was only the third of the three, the man with the youngest looking face, that made his way over to you, and as you were getting ready to meet someone who clearly knew your best friend, he turned around and whispered, “Pretend to be my date”.

The words threw you off so much that you were sure the other man could tell, but Michael caught you by slipping his fingers into your own and squeezing, holding your hand in a way he hadn’t done since the two of you had pretended to be getting married on the pavement when you were 4 years old with other children playing around you. 

“Oi oi, Mikey boy!” The man had to be the loudest person that you had ever experienced, and it was this paired with the way that no-one said anything to adjust his volume which made you realise that he must be a Shelby. 

“Evening John” Michael smiled, a smirk that you barely recognised, a smirk which twisted his lips in a way which twisted your insides. God. Was Michael hot? 

“Who’s this then? Didn’t feel like introducing us to your woman earlier aye?” John smirked, his eyes running over you in the least subtle way you could ever have imagined, his tongue darting over his lips and Michael pulled you closer to him as he laughed. 

“Now why would I do that when I know your reputation John boy?” Michael smirked once more and you had to swallow to stop your mind straying, and you picked up your glass to sip the champagne before John called, “Aye give us a top up ‘arry.. and bring your woman in the room with us yeah? We’re celebrating tonight”

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