Michael Gray Imagines

Michael Gray x Reader/ Peaky Blinders x Reader

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After the events at the distillery were settled Tommy invited everyone over for a meal at his grand house, you were relieved knowing it was over with the Italians. But it was still at the expense of losing John and in a way losing Michael as well, you knew he’d never be welcomed back home again by Tommy. You sit around with the others, you sit talking to Bonnie about his fight not being able to see him to congratulate him with everything that had gone on. The rest all talk amongst themselves, before Tommy shouts for you all to listen.  

“Right. Oi! Listen up. Before we all go and eat, I'd like to say a few words. The last time we were all here, it ended badly.” Tommy says looking over at you. “But now we’re in a happier place. That’s it.” he says with a small smirk. “I’d just like to raise a toast” he says as you all raise your glasses. 

“Hold on. Few words I’d like to say from the heart, and this time you’re going to let me finish, Tommy” Arthur says getting up to stand as he speaks. “Now as you all know, Arthur Shelby is dead. Because of that, Tommy’s offered me a way out. A new identity.” you look over at Tommy trying to read his thoughts as Arthur rattles on. “Start a whole new life for myself and I've thought about it. I’ve made a decision. I ain’t going fucking nowhere” he finishes gaining cheers and laughs from the room. You raise your eyebrows at Tommy earning you a smirk from him. “Now our enemies are gone. Dead, all of ‘em. For the first time since me and my two kid brothers, Tommy and John enlisted in the Warwickshire Yeomanry, we have peace. So, I think I’d like to make a proposal. All of you, The Shelby Company Limited, insist that Tommy here takes some time off. It’s time you took a holiday, Tom. Put your feet up. War is over. No-one wants to kill us. To peace” Arthur finishes and you look over at Tommy silently holding his glass. Knowing Tommy doesn’t know how to rest or take a holiday. They all cheers and you all get up heading into have food. You stay the night, spending some time with Charlie in the morning the next day. Tommy comes to see you off as you leave just after lunch.

“Whereto” Tommy asks as you walk down the step of the house with him. You debate lying to him but know he'll find out anyway. You both stop halfway down the steps.

“New York, going to visit Michael” you reply honestly, he raises his eyebrows with a knowing smirk and you almost roll your eyes but refrain. 

“Just visiting?” he asks not believing you’ll come back.

“Yes, just visiting. Then home, not too far from here” 

“That mean you’ll come to visit?” he asks 

“If you’ll have me” you reply with a smile and he smiles nodding as you both carry on walking again. 

“Charlie would like that” he replies. “You going to be safe in New York? Dangerous to be travelling alone” he adds 

“I’m not going alone” you say. “Isiah is coming with me” you say and he nods looking a bit more relieved, but only slightly seeing as you travelling with a young black man wasn't going to help you blend in any better. But, you trusted Isiah and you knew he’d look after you, and he was Michaels friend at one point. 

“Stay safe” he urges and you lean over giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking down the rest of the way to the car, the driver holding the door open for you as Tommy walks down to tell the driver where to take you, he also hands you some money which you try to decline but he insists, for your journey.

Tommy being Tommy ends up pulling a few strings and upgrading your seats on the train and on the ferry. You get disapproving looks from people around you as you travel with Isiah but you pay them no attention not giving them the time of day, it takes Isiah a bit more self control but you manage to convince him they aren’t worth his energy. It took days travelling to America and you were glad you asked Isiah to accompany you as he kept you entertained during the long ours and was your drinking buddy when all else failed, he also shared a cabin with you both agreeing it would be safer and he was respectful to give you your own space. After days of travelling on the ferry, you made it to land only to be boarding a train headed for New York. 

Finally, after days that felt like forever you arrive, New York, a driver is waiting for you at the station. Isiah laughs at you as you travel through the city, head practically glued to the window looking out in amazement. The driver pulls over telling you this is it and you step out as Isiah gets your case and his own, you look up at the apartment block in excitement. You grab your case off Isiah much to his protest before you both head in, you go to the lift both getting in and as you climb the floors your start to nibble your lip nervously. Isiah elbows you in the side, luckily your ribs had healed by now.

“Stop it. It’ll be fine” he reassures you seeing your nervous fidgeting. You reach the floor and open the lift door but you don’t step out, again with a shove from Isiah you step forward and head to the door. Isiah knows where this is heading and beats you to the door giving two quick knocks, you send him a scolding look and he smirks before you are interrupted by the door opening. You are greeted with the sight of Michael opening the door in a grey suited and it suddenly hits you that this may be the best bad idea you’ve ever had. He steps aside letting you both in, he gives Isiah a brotherly hug before turning to you and embracing you, you both hold on a bit longer until Isiah clears his throat and you both pull away avoiding eye contact. Leaving your cases by the door Michael leads you both over to a table before he grabs drinks for you both, pouring you a gin and a whisky for himself and Isiah. You notice the cane leaning by the door as he walks round to sit down beside you with only a slight limp. 

“So, how are we?” he asks leaning back in his chair whisky in hand and you smirk at him. 

“We beat the Italians” you reply with a shrug as if it was easy and he nods chuckling, you carry on. “ Arthurs alive” you add and he sits up in surprise. 

“Fucking hell” he sighs taking a drink, you loved that Polly left that out when she called him to tell him of you visit. Which reminds you, you look around the room locating the phone. 

“Can I quickly call and tell Tom I'm alive” you ask motioning to the phone, he nods and you get up walking over. Isiah gets up asking where to put the cases, he takes his case into the first spare room and leaves your case outside the door of the second. You dial the number for Shelby limited trying to guess the time difference but when no one answers you dial Tommy’s home phone. 

“Hello?” you hear him respond and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Tom, its me”

“Y/n, are you okay?” 

“I just wanted to call to let you know I got here okay” you hear him let out a deep sigh. “You okay, Tommy?” 

“How long are you staying?” he asks avoiding your question.

“I don’t know yet. What time is it there?” 

“Just after midnight” he replies and you nod looking over to Michael, you can see he’s listening but he’s trying to pretend he isn’t.

“Still can’t sleep” you say, not asking knowing he’ll never be able to just close his eyes. “When you taking that holiday Arthur talked about?” you ask and you hear a little tired chuckle on the other end.

“I bought a horse today. Just like the mare you used to ride when you were younger, thought you could go out with Charlie when you get back” he says and you know its his way of trying to convince you to come home.

“I am coming back” you insist knowing what he’s thinking, he doesn’t reply for a moment and you wonder if he’s left. 

“Stay safe, y/n” he says sounding worn out.

“Get some rest, Tom” you reply putting the phone down, just as Isiah walks back out the door wearing a new suit. “Where are you going?” 

“Downstairs for a drink, you two can catch up.” he shrugs heading towards the door. You got to protest worrying about him going out on his own but Michael cuts you off. 

“Two men down the hall, take them with you” he says and Isiah nods walking out the door. The door shuts, leading to silence in the room, you look over at Michael chewing your lip. “You look better, not needing the cane as much” you say breaking the silence and walking over to sit back down, he follows sitting back down with you nodding.

“You all healed?” you nod at his question. “How is everyone?” 

“Everyone’s....okay. I’m moving back to the village, not far from Tommy and Charlie, staying close to your mum. Arthur’s raising some chickens, Finn’s still getting up to trouble and Ada’s moved back to her home. Oh, Lizzie’s expecting, with Tommy. Your mum says its a girl. So god help us all. How are you, Michael?” He laughs when you tell him the news of a new Shelby 

“I was missing Small Heath, but you’re here now” he says, the smooth git. You blush looking away from him to take a drink, you look back up at him to see him intently watching you and you get up to walk over to the window. You can feel the tension in the room as the mood shifts between you both. 

“It’s not the same without you there” you say looking out the window not trusting yourself to look at him, but you hear him stand up walking over to you. He doesn’t say anything but you sense him moving closer. “He’ll never let you back, you know” you say still facing the window. You turn around coming face to face with Michael, he doesn’t say anything just takes your glass of gin of you putting it on the window sill beside you. You got to speak again but he with one swift move he pulls you closer covering your lips with his own, you instantly melt into the kiss. Neither of you having to worry about injuries as he backs you up against the wall deepening the kiss, he wastes no time getting rid of your blouse as you untie his tie and he shrugs off his jacket as you work on his shirt and waistcoat, meanwhile you both keep reconnecting your lips at any chance you get. He grips onto you, lips now on your neck as he backs up bringing you with him, his back hits his bedroom door as he fumbles for the doorknob. Opening the door, he spins you both so he's now backing you up, he backs you over to the bed throwing you on it. His hands instantly go to his belt quickly removing his trousers before he turns his attention to you sprawled out on the bed, still wearing your tights and pencil dress. He unzips the skirt tugging it down you legs, taking the tights with them. You hear them hit the floor and look up to him stood across from you, his chest is beating enough for you to see as you look at his bare barechest, the only noise that fills the room is the ragged breathing of you both as you take each other in. He pulls his boxers down before climbing into the bed, hovering over you, the room soon filled with new sounds. 

You open your eyes squinting at the light coming through the window, you rub your eyes and Michael stirs beside you. 

“Mornin’.” he mumbles and the events of last night come back to you and your cheeks heat up. You sit up covering yourself with the sheets looking at the scattered clothes on the floor and over at the desk where all the papers are now on the floor, after you and Michael decided to change up locations on your third round. You throw yourself back to lie down on the bed covering your face as you groan, Michael chuckles beside you and you feel the bed shaking. A knock on the door startles you before Isiah calls through, telling Michael there’s someone on the phone for him. You hide your face in Michael’s side from further embarrassment when Isiah adds a ‘morning y/n’ on the end of his sentence, you feel Michael’s chest vibrate again and whack his chest. He uncovers your face giving you a quick peck to the lips before getting out of bed grabbing a nearby robe to cover himself. You call out too Isiah to go back in his room and hear the door shut before you creep out, sheets still wrapped around you tightly as you grab your case and run into your own room mortified. 

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@lemur46 

Michael Gray x Reader/ Peaky Blinders x Reader 

Master list - https://michaelgrayyy.tumblr.com/masterlist 

As soon as Michael was out the door you took a swig of you drink before following him out, Tommy gives a sigh as you pass him but doesn't stop you. You see Michael just about to get in the car before you call out to him, his face flashes with hope as he takes his foot from the step walking back towards you. Now he’s here again you don’t know what to say, you were hurt about the information you’d been told, you’d have been devastated If Tommy had been shot. But mostly it scared you, thinking back to how loyal Michael had been to Tommy during your time in the village when you used to refuse to go see Tommy and he always tried to convince you.

“Come with me” he breaks the silence seeing your internal struggle, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t. You know I can’t” you reply looking at the ground not wanting to see his expression, he grabs your chin tilting your face up to look at him.

“I mean when this is over, when you’re beat the Italians. Come to me in New York, we can start a new life” he pleads with you and you feel guilty seeing him genuinely vulnerable and not afraid to beg you. You shake your head not trusting your voice and his shoulders drop as he looks at the ground letting your  chin go. With the last bit of courage you can gather you surge forward catching his lips with your own, not caring about the pain in your side knowing its going to hurt more letting him go. He kisses you back urgently, gripping your side as you hear the cane drop to the floor, he pulls away when he feels your tears drop down on to his shirt. He looks at you with creased brows as he wipes your cheeks and you step back.

“Sorry” you whisper out stepping back further out his reach, he looks at you hurt before looking behind you and picking his cane up and walking towards the car. With one last look back at you, he climbs into the car leaving. You turn behind you to see Tommy stood in the doorway, you rub your hands over your face letting out a sigh before carrying on down the path away from the house, Tommy watches you letting out his own sigh. You head to the Garrison, seeing Isiah already at the bar as you raise your hand to the bartender and he pours you a glass of Tommy’s gin that was always kept behind the bar for you. Later, Polly comes to take you home after Isiah sends someone to get her after you throw a glass at some guy you hear laughing at a nearby booth. She takes you back to the house where she helps you sober yourself up with herbal tea she’s made, before telling you to go bathe before tomorrow. 

You wake the next day feeling rested, clearly the herbal tea did its magic as you don’t even have a slight headache. You sit up on the small bed before starting to get ready, today is Arthur’s funeral, you pick up the black dress hanging on the door and place it over your head. Brushing your hair and placing some lipstick on before walking downstairs, still moving slowly with you sides but noticing its getting better, or you’ve just gotten used to the aching. Polly greets you fixing her make up in the mirror, you go make a pot of tea needing something. You pour her a cup taking it over to her, she smiles at you leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek, you give her a small forced smile back. Finn walks in wearing a suit and his peaky hat, you and Polly head out with him. When you make it there you see the rest of the family all in black amongst the gypsy carriages, you pull out the hip flask you managed to grab before you left but it gets plucked from your hands by Isiah. 

“What the-” you turn to him glaring as he helps you out the car

“Not yet” he replies pocketing the flask as you frown, you all walk over to the others Tommy and Ada walking over to you all. Ada hugs Polly before coming over to hug you, you return the hug giving her a small smile. You walk away from the group heading over to the carriage Arthur’s in, placing your hand to your lips to kiss before placing your hand on the carriage and bowing your head as you say a little prayer for him. You weren’t especially sold on any religion but give him a prayer out of respect for his beliefs. Not wanting to talk to anyone you head over to the horses at the side of one of the other carriages, you stroke their neck as they try to nibble at your dress. You bend down picking some grass up for them as they take it from your hands, thinking about days in the countryside you used to be able to enjoy with Tommy, Arthur and John. You don’t notice Tommy walking over to you stood alone with the horses until he’s at your side scratching one of the horses necks, you look over at him.

“Will it ever stop, losing everyone we love?” you ask him and he carries on stroking the horse not looking at you deep in though as usual. He looks over at you seeing your watery eyes.

“It’ll be okay, he’s here” Tommy says looking at you as if trying to tell you something, but you just think he means the usual Arthur will always be with us. You nod not understanding before walking back with him over to the others, you stand beside Finn and Isiah watching Charlie and Curly pouring petrol around the carriage. You all look over when you see a women approaching with a white flag, Tommy walks over to speak to her before heading back over so you can finish the ceremony. He goes over to light the fire as you all stand watching the flames all in silence, you hear Linda praying and you turn to Isiah reaching into his pocket to grab your flask before taking a swig. 

After the funeral you head back to the house to speak to the women, who you now recognise at Luca Changretta’s mother, with Tommy, Finn and Polly. 

“Your note talked about making terms for peace but my son says there are no terms. You took my husband and my son. We took two of your brothers” she says 

“The vendetta is done” Tommy replies

“We say the vendetta is won. We will take everything you have. All your businesses, signed over to us. You agree to this or my son will kill you all. One by one.” she carries on as you share a look with Finn. Tommy nods not giving an emotions away.

“The vendetta is won. No more killing.”

“Who did you think you were, Mr. Shelby?” She gets up heading out, she passes you and you want nothing more than to put a bullet between her eyes but you don’t move as she passes. You turn to the others.

“Can I have a word with Tommy, please?” You ask the others, Tommy nods for the other two to leave and you sit across from him where Luca’s mother sat.

“What is it, y/n?” He asks pulling out a cigarette lighting it and passing it to you before getting himself one. 

“I know you have a plan, that you aren’t just rolling over like you claim you are...I know you and I trust you. I’m not asking to know the plan, honestly I’d rather not know, but can you please remember the promise you made me. I want to be there when he comes here, its only a matter of time” he nods his head, he clearly already had the intention of letting you join him to meet Luca. You both sit in silence for a few minutes just allowing the peace, neither of you moving except to smoke your cigarette. You finish putting out the end out on a nearby tray before breaking the silence again. “Alfie sold us out didn’t he?” you ask already knowing the answer.

“He’s left town” he says nodding and you sigh getting up, you know he already knows where he’s gone as he doesn’t make an attempt to find him. You walk over to him as he still stays sat placing a hand on his shoulder he looks up at you.

“We can’t lose anyone else” you say before walking out.

As the next few days pass you hear about the Italians taking over Alfies and Sabini’s, you wait for news on the plan from Tommy as you take care of you work at Shelby’s limited taking over Michaels accounting works and trying to sort through some of Arthur’s. The phone on your desk rings and you answer. 

“Y/n” your breath catches when you hear Michaels voice on the other end of the line

“Michael.... are you okay?” you reply back keeping your voice low he doesn’t respond for a moment. “Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” you worry 

“I’m okay. Just calling to let you know I made it, can’t talk long” he says and you sigh in relief.

“I’m sorry, that you had to go, but it’s for the best. The Italians are taking over the city” you mumble out not knowing what to say to him, you were sad he’d left and you missed him more than you thought you would. You try and keep yourself talking knowing if you go quiet too long he’ll know you are struggling with everything going on and you don’t want to worry him. You quickly talk to him about the business and he tells you a bit about his place in New York trying to describe the fast paced city to you, but then you both fall silent not knowing what else to say.

“I’m sorry, about Arthur” he says quietly and your chest tightens, you don’t respond and you hear him sigh on the other end. “Stay safe, y/n” you nod but remember he can’t hear you.

“I will. You too” you reply and you both hang on the line a little longer both waiting for the other to add something else on, but neither of you do. You hang up the phone, trying to get back to work with a troubled mind. 

The next day you are stood behind Tommy, beside Finn and Polly as they walk in, Luca Changretta and his men. He laughs when he walks in seeing you all stood there, a special smirk forming on his face when he see’s you are still recovering from his beating.

“All that's left of the Peaky fucking blinders” he says walking over to stand in-front of Tommy, you stare back at him not moving. He clicks his fingers and his lawyer walks over to the table placed in the centre of the room, he sets out paper work and Luca walks back over. “I’ve had my lawyer draw up these papers. They cover, every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restaurants, warehouses.. every fucking thing that you’ve taken all these years to gather together. You will sign them all over to my family or, you're going to die, right here, right now.” He walks back over to Tommy. “I would have buried you all. But, my mother, she knows you. She said it’ll be worse for you if I let you live and take away everything that you have.” he opens Tommy’s jacket looking for any weapons. “Search ‘em”  he says pulling out Tommy’s gun. He moves over to Polly and you move closer to Finn out of instinct. “Especially don’t trust this bitch” he says ripping Polly’s blouse. He looks over at you with a smirk, he motions for you to walk over to him and you look at Finn before walking over to Luca. He smirks at you as you stop in-front of Polly. “Come on” he says and you. walk towards him trying to hide the slight shake in your hands. The men step over to search Polly and Finn, as Luca searches you over in front of Tommy. Making a point of being disrespectful, he rips your blouse as he did with Polly and you keep a poker face but feel your lip tremble ever so slightly. He spins you around so you are facing the others as he traces your legs checking for weapons, you keep your eyes locked onto Tommy as Luca’s hands roam over you. You bite your lip and Tommy clenches his jaw but you keep eye contact with him, keeping you calm as Luca pushes you away. You make a point not to stumble as you walk back over to Finn’s side, he reaches for your shaking hand behind your backs giving you a reassuring squeeze as the men walk back over behind Luca. 

“So...Sign. Every fucking one of ‘em” he says throwing a pen on the table looking at Tommy. “You can sign them on your knees, on the floor” he says pushing the papers on the floor. Tommy doesn’t move, so he flips the table over. “Get on your fucking knees and sign!” Tommy starts to bend down, getting on his knees. 

“A friend of mine once said, big fucks small. So I had to find someone bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York.” Tommy starts to say.

“But if they move against you in New York they’ll start a war between the families.” Polly joins in.

“But, if you were to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take over your business without a war”

“We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York.” 

“His name is Alphonse Capone” Tommy reveals. You can see how rattled Luca is and you almost want to smirk knowing Polly and Tommy would have a plan, but you aren’t out of it yet. 

“You've been talking to that fat fuck?” Luca asks trying not to show emotion.

“See all the blood relatives you brought with you from New York, they're all dead, Mr Changretta. And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder.” he motions to his men behind him. “They now have new order”

“Is that right?” he turns to the men behind him. “Is that right?” the men shrug and he turns to the man as his second, he looks away. Luca turns back to the four of you. “Very, fucking smart..” he says before trying to pull out his gun, Tommy knocks it out of his grip with a pipe on the ground before standing up to wrestle with him. They fight amongst each other and you go to jump in when he gets a few good hits in on Tommy but Polly stops you. Tommy recovers throwing him onto a table where bottles of gin were as he starts smashing his face into the glass covered table you see the door open in front of them. You let out a gasp when you see Arthur and a sob of relief follows, you can’t take your eyes of him as he walks in flanked by two peaky men and shoots a bloodied Luca in the head. 

“Tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray will sign the import license to New York. 300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month.” Tommy speak to the men. 

“Leave! All of you. Tell your boss what you saw here today...” Arthur starts telling them as they start leaving.

“Wait!” you call out surprising everyone, Tommy turns to look at you. “You wait a minute” you say pointing to the man who helped beat you, he blinks. “You owe me before you leave” you say walking over to him, he looks past you to Tommy and Arthur but they don't stop you. You pick up the metal bar walking closer to him and you swing at his side with all the strength you have, you swing a few times not stopping till you hear a familiar crack as he groans before coughing and holding his side. You drop the metal bar at your feet as he looks at you with a strained face, you can see his struggle for pain free air as the vain shows in his forehead. You step back showing you are done.