#the peaky blinders
Summary: After being told to rest by the doctor, Y/n worries about all the plants she bought. She’s afraid they’ll die, seeing as how she can’t take care of them. But Tommy eases her worries by planting them for her, which is something he never thought he’d agree to.
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff, Arranged Marriage Trope (warning for those who swoon over it), Tommy gardening (super shocking, I know)
A/n: This is another self indulgent fic. Like I didn’t need to write a second part, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy gardening. And so I was bored and this just poured out of me. I also happened to think the relationship with his wife is cute cause he just doesn’t know what to do.
Part One
Y/n hummed, drumming her fingers along the edge of the banister impatiently. Tommy said he’d be right down, but for once he didn’t know how to tell time. It was still early morning and if he didn’t hurry up, it would soon be blazing outside. Floorboards creaked up stairs, Y/n’s eyes shooting to the top of the stairs as her lips spread into a smile.
“I’m ready,” Tommy announced, standing at the foot of the stairs. He wasn’t wearing a suit for once, which was a lovely change, instead wearing a thin button up shirt and tan trousers that had been lost in his closet.
His wife smiled, taking in his appearance. She liked the sight of him all dressed down, if only he dressed like that more often. “Wonderful. Are you sure you’re okay with getting those dirty?” she asked, pointing at his attire. He probably picked out clothes the moths hadn’t gotten too yet, but she still felt guilty about getting them dirty, even if he knew what he was volunteering to do.
Descending the stairs, he nodded. “I’m perfectly okay with it. Now, let’s go to the garden.”
Y/n squealed in delight and grasped Tommy’s hand, weaving their fingers together. The action sent sparks through his body. He never thought holding hands with his wife would be so… so exciting, but then again, most men did more with their wives than Tommy had with his. It would be slow going for them to get there, but he savored each touch, waiting for that time.
Leading him outside, Y/n stopped in front of a dug up flower bed. It looked empty and sad since all the weeds had been torn out. “This is where they will all go,” she told him. “And these are all the flowers I bought.” They walked over to a small table that held four trays of flowers. “Aren’t they pretty?”
“Oh, yeah,” Tommy nodded, he didn’t know the first thing about flowers, but he did know they were a beautiful sigt. “Did you need so many? Seems like you wiped the nursery out, eh?” he chuckled. He would certainly have his work cut out for him.
Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. “I did not wipe them out, thank you very much. There were plenty left. And you can never have too many flowers.”
Tommy wasn’t going to argue with that. They made her happy and he was sure they would eventually make him happy as well. “Alright, go sit down and I’ll start with these,” he said, picking up a tray of orange and white flowers. “Someone should be bringing some water out shortly.”
Before taking a seat in one of the lawn chairs Tommy had placed in the shade for her, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for doing this,” she whispered with a smile.
Tommy nodded, quickly turning away with the tray in hand as his cheeks burned. He hated how childish he felt around her. Every touch had his heart racing like he was some teenager crushing on a girl. He always tried to shake it off, but he couldn’t help how young he felt around her. She was nothing but warmth and happiness who was starting to melt his cold heart, leaving it to fall in love with her.
Setting the tray on the ground, he knelt in front of the flower bed, his hands quickly getting covered in dirt as he pulled the plants out. From her chair, Y/n would direct him to where she wanted them, asking his opinion when she was unsure. Tommy knew nothing of flowers or landscaping, so he didn’t feel like his answers held any weight, but Y/n seemed to like his way of thinking. When the first tray was empty and the flowers were placed where his wife wanted them, he wiped sweat off his forehead before reaching for the shovel. They should have started earlier in the day.
“Wait, wait,” Y/n called just when the tip of the shovel made contact with the dirt.
“What?” Tommy grunted, glancing over his shoulder at her.
She pursed her lips at his tone. “Take a step back.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Reluctantly, he picked up the shovel and stepped back. “Now what?”
“I’m trying to teach you how to garden, Tommy, don’t give me that tone.” His face softened at her words. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but they had to work with it, so there was no use for any attitudes. “Just look at it. Are you happy with how it looks?”
He shrugged. “I suppose.”
“Well, that’s where they’ll be permanently, so you better be sure,” she said.
Tommy hummed, scratching his brow. Careful he picked up one of the plants, moving it over a tad bit. Straightening, he nodded, everything looked like it belonged. “Can I dig now?”
“Go ahead,” Y/n chuckled with an amused smile. He would probably never admit, no intimidating gangster would, but his wife could tell he was enjoying it about as much as he would allow himself to.
So he set to work digging small holes for the plants before placing them in them and covering their roots with dirt. Over and over, he repeated the action, hands black from the rich soil. He’d never gardened before, but it brought back memories of the few times Arthur and him tried to grow an apple tree in an old shoe. They weren’t successful, but their mother never stopped encouraging them. They would alway go tend to it, waiting for it to grow. They were both sour when it didn’t, but at least it kept them out of trouble.
Tommy was so immersed in his work that he failed to hear one of the maids approach, setting a tray with a pitcher of water and biscuits on the table with the rest of the flowers. Y/n thanked the girl and filled two glasses with water. Tommy had made sure they’d both gotten their share of water since the doctor visited. He didn’t want to give the doctor a reason to come back. Y/n was sure she’d be sick of water by the end of the week, more than happy when Tommy would be back at work and not depriving her of tea.
“Tommy,” she called and frowned when that didn’t capture his attention. “Oh, Mr. Shelby,” she sang loudly. This hit his ears, causing him to turn towards her. “Come drink some water.”
He stood, leaving brown streaks on his trousers as he wiped his hands off. Y/n couldn’t contain her smile as he approached. She quite liked the sight of him covered in dirt. Dare she say, it was attractive. “Thank you, love,” he said, gladly accepting the glass.
It was hotter than hell outside, nearing noon, and Tommy finished his glass, pouring himself another. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually drank plain water, but it tasted sweet on his tongue. Maybe he’d have to lay off some of the whiskey and throw some water into his diet.
“What are you staring at?” he questioned, glancing over at his wife, who’s eyes had been trained on him.
She shrugged. “Nothing,” she smirked before sipping on her water.
“Liar. Now, finish that glass up. There’s more in the pitcher for you.”
She huffed, drinking down what remained. There was no use arguing over it, Tommy would just stand in front of her like a mother hen until every last drop was gone. “There, it’s all gone. Are you happy now?”
“Very,” he said, setting his glass on the table and picked up another tray of flowers. This time it was full of pink and purple flowers, which he didn’t know the names of either. “Where do you want these?”
And so Tommy continued on with his work. He’d pick up a plant, holding it out for his wife to see as she’d think of a place to put it. He’d have to move it five or six times until she liked the placement and then she’d ask if he liked it. Tommy chose to agree with her each time she finally liked where it was placed, it would be more work if he didn’t. And once everything on the tray was sitting in the dirt, he’d get to work digging the holes and placing the flowers inside them before covering them in dirt. This same process continued until he was halfway through with the last tray. And by then he had decided maybe it was best to put a money limit on the flowers next time she went to get more.
“What about this one, love?” he asked, scanning the dirt for a spot. “Y/n?” He glanced over his shoulder as a soft smile spread across his lips. It seemed managing his work was rather exhausting as Y/n was fast asleep in her chair. She needed the rest, seeing as how she had not only dehydrated herself, but also exhausted herself from all the gardening she had been doing over the last week. Turning back to the flower bed, Tommy placed the flower between two others, a spot he’d been eyeing for sometime. He was sure Y/n would love how it turned out.
Once every last flower was planted, Tommy stood, brushing his hands off on his trousers and walked over to his wife. He drank the last of his water, glancing over at Y/n’s sleeping form. He may have been covered in dirt and hated the thought of ruining her new dress, but Tommy wasn’t about to leave her outside, not as the sun was encroaching on her shade. So, gently he picked her up, careful not to wake her, and carried her inside.
“Tommy,” she mumbled once they were inside, eyes barely open.
He smiled down at her, careful to watch his step on the stairs. “Yes, love?”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking you to your room,” he said softly as he neared her room. She nodded against his chest as they entered her room and he gently set her on the bed. Pulling the bedding over her, he smiled as she snuggled into the soft fabric. Tommy didn’t know what to say as she settled in and turned on his heels, ready to change out of his dirt stained clothes.
“Tommy,” she called him back, sleepy eyes watching his every move. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he told her, his hand resting on the doorknob. And probably a nice nap. Being out in the sun was starting to get to him as exhaustion started to set in.
She hummed, stifling a yawn. “Oh, okay.” She didn’t seem pleased with his answer as she turned away from him, burying her head in the pillow.
With a sigh, he let go of the door and approached the bed. “Would you like me to stay?” he asked.
“Only if you want to,” she mumbled into her pillow.
“Tell you what, I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll come join you. How does that sound?” he offered, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Turning to look at him, she nodded. “That sounds good.”
With a smile, he leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Leaving her to sleep, Tommy took a quick shower, surprised by all the places dirt could hide, and ten minutes later was back in her room. Staring at the empty side of the bed, Tommy stood frozen. They’d never shared a bed before and the idea of sleeping next to her, while comforting, seemed too intimate considering how new the physical aspect of their relationship was. He sucked in a breath, eyes tracing her sleeping form, and crawled under the covers.
He stared at the ceiling, tracing the decorative wall paper as he tried to relax. He didn’t deserve it, her kindness, those sweet smiles she always flashed him. He didn’t deserve any of it, not when he’d done his best to push her away in the beginning. He most certainly didn’t deserve to share a bed with her. But he felt her move closer, an arm reaching out for him, and against his better judgement he pulled her flush against his side.
And as she snuggled into him, Tommy thought, maybe he could earn it. He could earn her love and affection, earn a place in her bed and her soft kisses. They may not have wanted to marry each other, but Tommy was starting to think he couldn’t do without her.
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Summary: Y/n is a new maid at Arrow House and can’t help but feel she isn’t doing what she was hired to. She was hired to make beds and dust, not run between Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, sitting with them, having tea, or helping them with paperwork. A conversation over dinner with one of the older maids helps bring her relationship with the couple into perspective.
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader x Lizzie Stark
Word Count:2.5k
Warnings: Mention of sex, polyamory
A/n: I am so tempted to write a second part to this. I just love how this turned out and its leaving me wanting more. I wasn’t sure how to write this when I started, but I couldn’t contain myself when I was writing it. And I think, maybe, if I do write a second part that it might have a little smut. We’ll see I guess. Just let me what you guys think cause I’m loving this pairing and will definietly be writing more for it.
Arrow House was a bustling place below the surface with maids running around while the cook yelled at their assistant to bring them this and that. There was always someone climbing the stairs and stoking the fires, someone dusting the paintings and fixing the light fixtures. The work may not have been exciting, but there was never a dull moment in the house. And there was certainly never a dull moment for Y/n.
She was a new maid, only working for the Shelbys for a couple months, and nothing she seemed to be doing could be found in the job description. She may have been young, but she had worked at another large estate house before working for the Shelbys. Her family had been employed by that family for years until they sold their estate. Y/n learned how to properly make a bed and serve tea while working there alongside her mother, who would have thrown a fit if she’d done any of it wrong. Y/n was maybe a little naive in thinking that the work would be the same at Arrow House.
She wasn’t sure if it was worth complaining about, but she found herself making beds and dusting less and less as the other maids took over those jobs and more time attending to the needs of Mr. and Mrs. Shelby. She’d run from one side of the house to the other as each asked for her. They never needed much, Mrs. Shelby usually just wanted to talk to her, learn more about her and how she was doing in the house, Mr. Shelby wouldn’t say much, but he’d make her drink a cup of tea with him before having her put away paperwork while he worked in his home office. Y/n never thought too much of it, she was sure most families had maids who did such things for them, but she could feel the eyes off the other maids on her any time she’d leave Mr. Shelby’s office or the sitting room that Mrs. Shelby usually sat in.
“What is your problem, Annabel?” Y/n barked, taking a seat at the servants dining table. She’d just left Mr. Shelby in his room, where she helped him into his dinner attire. There was supposed to be a dinner party tonight, all Mrs. Shelby’s idea. Y/n knew that Mr. Shelby could dress himself, but she also knew that some men had valets that helped them dress. If all he needed help with was dressing for rare dinner parties, then there was no need for a valet. But that didn’t mean one of the maids couldn’t help him.
Annabel shrugged, pushing around the food in front of her. The cook was only good at making one meal fit for the servants, stew, but he sure liked to try his hand at other things. Those things usually went uneaten. “Nothing, I just think it’s weird how the Shelbys always call on you,” she said honestly. Annabel wasn’t much older than Y/n, but she’d been a maid for a long time at many different homes and had never seen a family take such interest in one of their maids.
“There’s nothing weird about it,” she shook her head before glancing down at the plate in front of her. “They like me, that’s all. What is this?” She pointed to the brown paste on her plate.
“Don’t know, don’t wanna,” one of the older maids, Cora, remarked. “And it is weird, you fool. Of course they’ll have a favorite maid, but not one they call on just to chat or drink tea with. No one wants to do that with their servants just to be friendly.”
Y/n raised a brow, pushing her plate away from her. They would just have to eat some of the leftover tea biscuits . “I don’t understand. I’ve never done anything to make them do that and I don’t really like having to run from one to the other, if I’m to be honest.”
Cora smirked. “They probably like it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, knowing the statement meant something entirely to Cora as Annabel was equally confused.
The older woman shrugged, happy to have everyone’s attention. “Well, I don’t know about the Shelbys, but some couples like having a toy to play with. Oh, don’t act dumb, Y/n,” Cora rolled her eyes. “They are like cats and you’re the poor mouse they toss around. You should be lucky all you have to do is keep them company. There are some couples that want more than that.”
“What do you mean? What more could they want?”
“I can see why they like you,” Cora sighed. “You innocent little thing, I kinda feel bad for them. They probably don’t want to ruin you.”
“Cora!” Y/n whined, wishing she would just get to the point.
The woman waved her off. “Okay, okay. They just want sex, Y/n. That’s generally what they want. I doubt Mr. and Mrs. Shelby are any different, but you are. You’re naive and innocent.”
She nodded, leaning against the back of her chair. Though she was still a little confused, it made sense. She never understood why the two always wanted to see her. She’d never done anything to outshine the other maids. She was nothing special, always doing her work and keeping quiet, yet they still seemed to notice her. “What do I do?”
“Nothing, just be grateful you have a job,” Annabel told her.
“Oh, Annabel, shut up. You should be grateful you have a job, but you might be able to get more out of them since they like you so much,” Cora suggested.
Y/n frowned, she understood what Cora was saying, but the idea of using her employers made her feel guilty. They were kind to her, much kinder than her last employers. They treated her as an equal and made her feel wanted, which was more than she could say of the downstairs company. With how Cora explained it, it seemed like they were using her and it would only be fair to do the same, but Y/n wasn’t sure she could bring herself to do that. The more time she spent with them, the more she began to care for them. She used to fear any time they’d call for her, afraid they’d chew her up and spit her out, but now she carved being in their presences and missed them more than she should have when they’d leave for trips.
“You should talk to them. Even if you won’t ask them for anything, you could still figure out where you stand,” Cora said, giving her a reassuring smile upon seeing the conflict in her eyes. “Now, someone get the biscuits. I’m not eating this shit.”
*~~*~~*
Y/n popped her head into Mr. Shelby’s office as the door was left ajar. Mrs. Shelby sat on the sofa and Mr. Shelby was out in the hall talking with one of their guests as he saw the man out. Y/n cleared her throat to capture the woman’s attentioned. “You wanted to see me, Mrs. Shelby.”
“You are allowed to call me Lizzie, you know that,” she said with an amused smile. She seemed to have this conversation with the girl each time she called on her.
“Um, I know,” she said shyly, shuffling further into the room. “But I don’t think it would be right if I did.”
Lizzie raised a brow, she had never had a problem with it before when she would insist upon it. “Why is that?”
Y/n shrugged. “I’m just a maid. And it doesn’t seem fair when the others can’t.”
Shaking her head, her employer couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, sweets, you’re more than a maid to me and that’s why they can’t. They’re not you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, replaying Cora’s words over and over. She was glad at least someone was willing to lay it all out for her.
Before Lizzie could respond, the door creaked open as Tommy stepped into the room. “Bates is finally gone, never thought the man would leave,” he groaned, going over to the liquor cabinet. “What’s going on in here?” he asked, looking between the two women.
“I asked Y/n to come join us for a drink, do you have a problem with that?” she asked her husband, who had just opened a new bottle of whiskey.
He shrugged, grabbing three glasses. “Not at all.”
“Good,” Lizzie smiled. “Y/n, please sit, relax a little. I think there is something we all need to discuss,” she said, patting the cushion next to her.
Y/n hesitated for a moment, but took a seat anyway. She knew they wouldn’t be mad if she chose not to, if she chose to go back to her room, but she didn’t like the idea of disappointing them. And she was curious to find out what it was Lizzie wanted to talk about.
With two full glasses, Tommy rounded the sofa, handing one to Lizzie before handing the other to Y/n. She stared at it for a moment, she’d never drank whiskey before. No one in her family drank and she’d never been one to visit pubs. “It will burn a bit,” he admitted, running a finger along her jawline before tilting her head up. “Just try a sip, sweetheart.”
She nodded, taking a small sip as she felt his eyes on her. It tasted different, new on her tongue before it slid smoothly down her throat, leaving it burning and wanting more.
Satisfied, Tommy fetched his own glass and fell into an armchair beside them. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” Y/n shook her head.
“Lizzie,” Tommy turned his attention to his wife. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
She smiled, glad they could finally get to business. “I think it’s time we stopped toying with poor Y/n. She looks absolutely exhausted from being at our beck and call.”
Y/n sucked in a breath, staring at the amber liquid in her glass. She was going to be fired, that’s what this was about. They were tired of her already and why would they keep her on as a maid after that? Like Cora said, she was innocent and maybe that was off putting to them, making her too much work if they wanted anything else from her. It was almost laughable considering most people liked her innocence. She wasn’t one anyone ever worried about because of it.
“Oh,” Tommy drawled. “Just have her go back to cleaning then?” He didn’t sound too pleased about it as he shook his head. Y/n couldn’t help but glance between the two. She hoped his tone didn’t mean he wanted her sacked.
His wife shook her head, brown curls bouncing about. “No, no. That’s not what I was getting at. I think it might be better for all of us if we are honest about our relationship,” she suggested.
He nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Go on then.”
Lizzie turned to Y/n, setting her glass on the small coffee table in front of them. “Listen, Y/n, I know this has all been really confusing for you and what you’ve been doing for us isn’t what you were hired for. I think it might be time to establish what is going on here.”
“And what is that?” she asked, more confused than ever.
“Oh, she’s adorable,” Tommy chuckled, catching her attention. Y/n frowned, knowing he was poking fun at her innocence. “You know we both are attracted to you. Even a nun could see that. Why do you think Lizzie has you drink tea with her and sits a little too close? Or why I ask you to help dress me for dinners when you know I can manage just fine on my own? We like you close, so we ask you to do this or that for us. Anything that we think you’d be comfortable doing.”
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she felt their eyes on her. “O-okay. Um, why are you telling me this now?” she asked, gripping her glass tighter.
He shrugged with a grin. “Because we know you feel the same.”
Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his words, wishing she could flee the room. “I-”
“It’s alright, sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of,” he told her. “We could make this work if you want. But only if you want.”
She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t sure what exactly he was proposing, but she wanted to accept. She really didn’t care what they were asking of her, she would do anything they asked. If they asked her to jump, she was sure she’d ask how high. “I, um, don’t know. I’ve never done anything, anything at all like this. It would… I’m not experienced and I don’t want to be a disappointment. I-”
“Hey, hey, enough of that,” Lizzie interrupted, fearing she’d continue on with her ramble if no one stopped her. “That doesn’t matter, not right now. We can teach you anything you want to know and we can go at your pace. We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?” she asked with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n nodded with a small smile. “But-”
“Come here,” Tommy cooed, setting his glass down. Hesitantly, she placed her glass on the coffee table and came to stand in front of him. “No more of that,” he said soothingly, pulling her on to his lap. “If you don’t want this, that’s fine. We won’t be mad,” he said as she snuggled into his chest. It felt right to be so close to him, soaking in his warmth. “We will go at your pace, you know that, right? We care about you and we won’t do anything to hurt you.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
Lizzie stood with a smile. “We can talk about this more in the morning,” she said, caressing Y/n’s cheek. “But now we should get you to bed, you look tired.”
She nodded, holding back a yawn. She had been up since the early house of the morning polishing all the silver before tending to other chores.
Lizzie helped her to her feet. “There’s a nice warm bed upstairs calling your name,” she smiled, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist.
“But I sleep downstairs.”
“Not anymore,” she whispered. “We can talk about that all tomorrow. I’ll be right back, Tommy.” He nodded as the two walked out of the room.
The pair ended up in one of the guest bedrooms. It was twice the size of Y/n’s room downstairs and much nicer. To her, it was like a room at Buckingham Place, but it was just an ordinary room to Lizzie. When Y/n was tucked under the covers, eyes drowsy, Lizzie gave her a smile before kissing her forehead. “In the morning, come eat breakfast with us. We can talk this all over then, okay?”
Y/n nodded, mumbling, “M’kay.”
“Goodnight, sweets.”
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- “fuck linda”
- “tommy should just kill michael”
- Season 2 > season 3
- Alfie < any other secondary character
- “Johnny Dogs, Curly and Charlie Strong aren’t important”
Is a walking red flag
Wish I could - Michael Gray
asked!“Hey hope your day’s going well :) “I wish I could marry you…” & Michael Gray? Thanks so much love ” SPOILER FREE! pure fluff, too!
500 words!
“I wish I could marry you…” he whispered in her ear, while holding her from behind.
The fire was burning softly, and the dog that they found one night a few years ago in the darkness of the alley was now the most loyal guard dog for baby Eliza. Everywhere she went, so did Porridge. And her curious nose was always trying to tuck her safely under the blue blanket. Polly had been wrong, for once in her life. It wasn’t a boy, like everyone predicted, it was a girl. A giggly and calm girl, one that didn’t give them too much trouble.
“You wish you could marry me?” she muttered back, her fingers going up and down his forearm.
“Yes, I wish I could marry you. Again, you know?”
When Y/N met Michael, she thought he was a tough one, a man like Tommy. One that would only keep her warm in the lonely hours of the night, and that she wouldn’t feel seen, admired, obscenely loved. But Michael had that in himself, he was open, yet so private. All, all of his love was just for the two women in his life: Eliza and Y/N. His daughter and his wife.
His family.
His dreams had come true, his truest, deepest and realest dream was now his reality. A family to come home to, a wife that had his back and would stick through thick and thin and a daughter that he would do anything for. He didn’t like to navigate too much into that thought, because the mere idea of having to go to the inhuman levels of brutality to just be sure that her future would be promised, gave him goosebumps and a sense of anxiety. Not because he didn’t want to do those things, but because he wanted Eliza to grow up away from that life. Away from what he once was. What he told himself he wasn’t anymore.
But, was he ever something before her? He could barely remember who he was before her. A man whose heart only had a beat to keep him alive, and now that same heart was full with love, pride and so many other emotions that made Michael realize he wasn’t alive before.
Whoever the person before him was, he was long gone. The feeling of the sticky and warm blood dripping from his hands was now even barely there, since it was replaced by that first feeling of hugging his daughter. So small, so soft, so light and ever so fragile. If there’s anything more precious than his memory of holding her for the first time… he didn’t want to know.
“Tomorrow is our anniversary, you can write some vows if you want. You know I love it when you just tell me over and over again how amazing I am.” Michael laughed a bit louder than he would have wanted, and Liz mumbled something from her crib. They both froze in their place. “If you wake her up, Michael Gray, you’re taking over. I’m too tired.”
He was tired, too. He was a working man and one of the few men in the city that actually did something in the house. But he would put through the baby fuzz if that meant spending one or two more hours with her.
Old Chapters - Michael Gray
A/N:Season 6 spoilers AND PURE PURE PURE MICHAEL ANGST, quite the harsh vocabulary, mentions of a hypothetic abusive partner (there’s no violence towards anyone!), almost a love triangle, michael x reader & tommy x reader, harshness level season 6! If you dont understand the story, don’t worry neither do i lmaoo anyways enjoy xx
2k words
The bell on the door rang, snitching on whoever got into the bookstore.
Maybe it was Adam, who couldn’t take a no for an answer and came today to bother, yet again. But the guards that watched over the shop had strict rules from Tommy himself to not let him anyway near the door. Y/N listened carefully, trying to decipher the noise, if the intruder did any. She was kneeling down, and the stranger interrupted her while she was doing some stock review. Slowly, the small notepad that was in her hand was placed on the floor, and this helped her to find balance with the shelf in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” she said a few seconds after not hearing anything, “we’re already closed, we close at six, please come back tomorrow!”
She heard nothing in return, so maybe it was Tommy. But even the man announced himself every time. She waited a few more seconds but still, no noise. Not even Adam tumbling around and making books fly down. This silence was more dreadful than the Welsh curses that came from her suitor.
With a trembling hand, Y/N found reassurance when she hid the small gun in the pocket of her long, brown skirt. Before leaving the room she took a deep breath, trying to force a steady, undoubtful grip if needed. But, when she entered the main salon, a man was looking through pages of a book that had been bought more often than any other. But it wasn’t just any man.
It was Michael.
He was just standing there as if he owned the place and was doing some stock research.
“Hello, Y/N.” his low voice vibrated through her whole body, “long time no see.”
Indeed, long time no see.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. There was no possible answer, there was no need for a warm welcome. He didn’t deserve the Welcome back to Birmingham Michael! nor did he deserve her tears. Yet, she couldn’t control those.
“You own this place now?” He asked, and for the first time in years, she saw his eyes, again.
The last time she had seen him, it was at Polly’s funeral. His eyes expressed many more things than he had ever expressed. But now, he looked shallow, bored to death and stuck in limbo.
“Only one thing has changed in the last few years, and it’s something I thought you’d never lose. Your way with words.” He closed the book softly and left it in its original place. Now, all of his attention was directed to her.
“I ran out of words that morning, Michael. I don’t have anything else to say to you. Not that you would care, or that they would matter.”
When Michael left for Boston, it was a Thursday morning. She found out after she spent the night at Polly’s because of a fight the afternoon before. She was in Tommy’s office, and the leather couch was acting as a safety net because after he left without her she found herself spiralling out of control in her anxiousness. In the shatters of her heart, now scattered all over the place. Tommy took matters into his own hands when he found out that his cousin didn’t have the courtesy to tell his girlfriend that he was leaving. Without her.
Michael cleared his throat.
“I’m not here to talk about the past-” he took both of his gloves off, and the shinny wedding band that was hiding under the leather twisted a knife that she thought was long lost.
“There’s no past to talk about.” She muttered, trying to sound confident. He stared at her while taking off his hat. Those same, deep blue eyes always gave him a smug look, yet a kind one. His hair was smoothly brushed, and there wasn’t a strand out of place. He was looking as if he had a nice life.
“I’ll be quick, and I’ll be blunt, too. Tommy wants me dead-” His voice sounded loud and clear, he obviously developed confidence out of nowhere.
“That much I know.” Y/N voiced out with a bit of sarcasm and Michael raised his eyebrows, surprised at her newfound tone and continued.
“And I, also, want him dead. But not just because I want to live enough to see my and Gina’s son grow up, but also because I want him to pay for what he did to my mum.”
My and Gina’s son.
Lawrence Gray.
She saw the boy once, in a picture that was published in the papers in an article about Gina’s uncle, Jack, opening a new hospital for children and using his nephew and media bait. Blonde hair, and Michael’s face. There was no denying it. That’s what hurt the most. Because if the baby looked a bit more like Gina, she could have brushed it off. Maybe think of her as a whore. But it wasn’t the case. Same soft nose, long lips and that smile she had once seen in him, as he was a boy in the village.
The village.
That haunted, forsaken place that they wanted to leave way behind. That place that they left behind, together. Only for her to be left behind next.
“I want you to help me to take him down, Y/N. I can’t do it without you.”
Y/N snorted out a laugh, he couldn’t be serious! He had to be joking!
“Oh my God, I think you should ease it with the snow, Michael.” she laughed out, but he remained unmovable in his place. He wasn’t joking.
“He trusts you, Y/N. And this is not for me-” his voice started to raise, letting her know that he took her laughter as an offence.
“Everything is alwaysbecause and for you, Michael!” She fought back.
“This is for my mum!” he yelled. And Y/N stood in her place. The only time that she heard him yell, was the day of the fight, she would be lying if she said Michael was a verbally abusive partner. Maybe a dickhead, an idiot and sometimes a fucking twat. But he never abused her, in any way. Which made Y/N hate him more because if he was as nasty and as easy to hate as Adam, she wouldn’t have had a tough time getting over him.
She stayed there, petrified in front of him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”
Fuck you, Michael Gray. Let me hate you.
“I want you to help me. And then, I will help you to keep the bookstore, or I can help you move out of Birmingham. I just… I need to trust someone inside.” He was trying his best to look… sensitive. To provoke something.
Y/N stared at him, not believing what he had just said. He became a stupider man.
“Gina sucked the intelligence out of you, Michael?” She laughed in disbelief.
Michael looked away. His ex-girlfriend talking about his wife and- yeah, she still had her thing with words.
“You actually want me to join you because you want to see how I’ll stick with Tommy and want to convince yourself that you were right, that I would have eventually betrayed you. Or left you for Tommy or some shit like that. But guess what? I am not taking sides here-”
“There’ll be a day where you will need to choose a side.”
He sounded like a holy man, talking about judgement day. It made her crawl in her own skin.
“Jesus, Michael, who do you think I will choose? The man that left me and married someone else without notice? Or the man that took a chance on me and is now helping me? Do you want me to choose if the day comes? Fine, I will. But just know Michael, I would never betray you.” he smiled, “but then again, I will never betray Thomas. Because, unlike you, he never betrayed me, or my trust.”
“He betrayed me, and my mother!”
“You failed him first! You set him up, you sold him to Changretta, Michael! The man that killed John and almost killed you! And then, you betrayed me, I was your girlfriend! You told me you loved me!”
“Oh, come on! We were both barely 20, what did we know about love, ey!?”
There it is, there it fucking is. A reason to hate him.
“I heard you say that you loved me, night after night! And then, you just evaporated, and he was the one that told me, he was the one that helped me move out so I wouldn’t have to be the one to take everything out of your house, Michael! I was distraught!”
“I was young, Y/N!” he stated, trying to defend his reckless actions.
“I was younger, Michael! Three, almost four years younger! Fuck! But I always had at least a bit of human decency in m’self! I would have never, ever done something to you that would hurt you in the very least! And guess what? Age is not an indication of emotional responsibility, my son is ten times more considerate than you, and he is three years old!”
The sentence ripped apart her throat and her heart. Months of anger, nights of tears and mornings of dread. His ghost danced around the house for months on every sleepless night. Michael stood there, frozen, and she kept on speaking, allowing the words she only dreamed of saying to come out.
“So guess what? I will stand by the man that never betrayed me. You just want to see me sell you out, because you know I would if you ever told me about your plan of killing Thomas. Because he’s the only one left that I have, and I would sell you out if that meant I got to keep him. You wanted to see if you could trust me? Well, guess what? You can’t! You fucking can’t! Just like I will never, ever trust in you again!”
He laughed bitterly, and putting on his hat again, he spoke grimly.
“I always knew you’d betray me in the end.”
“No, you got this wrong. I will never betray the man that I love. Neither the man that I once loved. And.. not only did I love you, Michael. I adored you. Shit, I would have left for America with you! But… but now I’m so glad I never did. I have a loyal man by my side who cares for me and our kid. And I have barely any time to think of you and how you broke my heart. So go ahead. Go ahead and try to make me betray my husband, Michael. Because if you ever get a bullet in that fucked up brain of yours, it will be because of me. Don’t try my limits, because I am not the same stupid and disposable girl you once knew.”
The shallow and gloomy facade he once had, was now long gone. Even though he was the one to force her to move on, he was shameless enough to believe she actually would move on.
“So…” he said, putting on his gloves, “you have a son?” Was this some attempt to guilt-trip her?
“Yes, James. Causes more trouble than I ever did. But then again, it’s the Shelby blood, they were also quite the thing.” She smiled for the first time she had seen him that day. A small, shy and sad smile. Michael’s eyes roamed her entire body, and smiled, after noticing one small detail.
“That they are.”
They stayed in silence looking everywhere but at each other. The books, the shelves, the chandelier, and the small cat sleeping in the staircase that everyone seemed to love. Without a word, Michael walked to the door and Y/N followed carefully every step. He placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door after twisting it softly. The cold, winter air filled the shop.
“I’m happy you have James now. But you also forgot three small details. You’re not wearing a wedding band, nor is your finger shaped to its form, I doubt Tommy would allow that. You also forget that we both, too, were quite a handful. And the last one, you were never a good liar. Goodbye, Y/N.”
Know-It-All - Michael Gray
TW: very little plot after the straight up porn part that you’ll find at the very beginning. Mature language, explicit content, dom!michael -If you are not 18 you read under your OWN responsability, i am no one to tell you what you can or can’t do. Also, FREE OF SPOILERS! She/her pronouns.
A/N: 416 words. I needed to get this out of my brain, so enjoy the small thing.
It wasn’t up and down.
It was a swift sway, where every single movement sent shivers that made my body react to his almost uncontrollably. And I mean almost, because his hands kept me steady, and feeling the soft yet deadly grip he had on my hips and the words that left his mouth reminded me how much I wanted to keep going.
“Fuck,” he whined while throwing his head back and hardening his grip. He breathed in and sat straight again, his eyes met mine. “You look so good right now. Such a little, desperate girl. Who knew you were this desperate, huh?” he smiled “If I had known, I would have fucked you the minute I found out. But, you are here now” he said between heavy breaths, “, yeah, you are here. Cockdrunk, almost dumb…” as he spoke, he moved a strand of hair from my face, and placed it behind my ear. I couldn’t form a single word, the necessity or release had taken over my body and mind.
I was always an insecure girl, about my height, my body, my arms, my legs… and none of that existed at that moment. The only thought in my mind was a constant reassurance of how good he felt inside of me, and the only two sounds my body could produce were: my moans and the raw sounds of him now fucking me bloody dumb.
“Not only are you absolutely desperate, but you are also the most gorgeous girl ever, and there’s no one else I would rather fuck-” his statement got interrupted by a laugh.
Oh, he noticed.
“You liked it, hhm? Me, calling you gorgeous?” His laugh made his whole body vibrate, and I moaned involuntarily.
“Y/N?” he asked, “Y/N, what do you think?”
Goosebumps travelled through my body, and as I looked up, I saw various pairs of eyes staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Sorry, I-I am… uh… what was the question?” I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, one that would allow me to ignore how my body was reacting to the memory from the night before.
“I want to know what you think about the way the business is going to be done,” Tommy spoke while trying to decipher where my mind was.
“Right, the business. Yeah, as long as we stay legal.” Polly left out a breathy laugh, and I looked around the room, everyone was staring at Tommy, but Michael. Michael was staring at me, eyes knowing everything, and a promising smile.
taglist open:
Arthur: I have an idea!
Linda: No murder.
Arthur: I no longer have an idea.
Tommy: I don’t dress to impress, I dress to depress.
Tommy: I look so good I make people hate themselves.
Linda: Are you taken?
Arthur: Yeah, FOR GRANTED.
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