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Blow your brain (Michael Gray x reader)
Request: Hey! Could you write a michael x reader where the reader is a dancer at a cabaret they fall in love and when they are together her ex keeps bothering her and one day michael finds out her ex has beaten her up so he takes her to polly and makes a visit to the ex??????
Warnings: violence, blood
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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In your profession, you saw everything, including very stupid people. Many times you had to deal with disrespectful and sometimes violent men, but you always managed to get away with it and then, after all, the security people were there for that. You never went on adate with a client, at least until you met Michael.
It was love at first sight and even if you pushed him back a bit at the beginning, you couldn’t escape your feelings for a long time before you were completely infatuated with him and accepting dates. The formalization of your relationship was still recent, you were in couple for only a few months and yet, you've never felt so good in the arms of a man. None, except Michael Gray made you shudder just by touching you innocently, none managed to make your heart beat in your chest at the slightest kiss or made you blush at the slightest glance. In reality, he was the only exception. Yet, with your work as a cabaret dancer you have met hundreds of men, without ever one of them winning your heart.
Of course, Michael wasn’t your first serious relationship, you were with someone two years ago and it ended badly. Your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful to you as soon as he could, to his family and friends, even in your presence. If only it was the single thing... Except that it didn’t stop there, when he drank too much, in addition to insults and threats against you, sometimes he became violent. More than once, he failed to abuse you physically. You have ended up escaping him, to his greatest regret and your greatest happiness, but also for your freedom.
"What do you want, William?” You asked harshly. He showed up to the cabaret, late at night while the closing approached. Two years that you had not seen him, a year and a half that you felt safe; everything seemed to fall apart even if you didn’t show it.
"Did you really believe that...? Do you want me to remind you why I never wanted to see you again?” You responded calmly whereas your blood was boiling.
"Babe-"
"Don’t bloody call me babe! I'm not your girlfriend anymore and will never be again! "
He glared at me, but I did not move, keeping my arms crossed, being determined.
"You get out of here. End of the story.” You ordered, pointing fingers the exit.
You couldn’t imagine this psychopath would continue for a week and that one day he would wait for the closing of the cabaret and stay in the back, out of sight. Completely dressed, in a quite decent outfit, you would clutch your coat against yourself and hurry up to go home quickly. You weren’t stupid, a girl shouldn’t hang out in those corners after dark.
We always say that it only happens to the others. But above all, that we are part of these others and that there is no reason to be spared.
You only understood it when you were pushed to the ground. When you tried to get up, the fist of a man flew against your jaw, not strong enough to break it but he put enough strength to make you scream in pain and be banged up. It didn’t stop there. Another blow was carried to your nose, blood flowing from your nostrils. You couldn’t breathe anymore. A throbbing pain took your skull by storm. You didn’t have time to focus on the pain that a kick came to break one of your ribs. A blow in the stomach. You couldn’t breathe or move without being in agony. Although you managed to open your mouth, no sound escaped. The words were stuck in your throat. You were almost certain that you were about to bleed internally.
When the man stepped back, probably satisfied with his work, and he walked around your body, the faint light of the moon revealed his face. William. Of course... Who else? You closed your eyes to make him believe that you had just lost consciousness, betting on your talents as an actress, fearing he would start again.
His steps went away until you could not hear him anymore and you attempted to get up, without success. You were just falling back. Knees on the paved floor, hands resting on the wall, you tried again before you perceive this voice that reassured you so much…
"Y/N! What…? What happened to you?!” He exclaimed, panicked at seeing your condition.
He helped you to get up before carrying you like a bride. He decided to take you to a safe place, where you could be healed and rest without any fear. On the way, you managed to explain to him what happened even though your jaw and your belly hurt so badly. Never, ever, had you ever been able to see how much hate flowed in Michael's veins even though he was standing in front of you. His pupils were so dilated that it was difficult to see his gray/green orbs.
Once there, you understood that he had brought you to his mother's house. You hadn’t met her even though you had already passed once in front of her beautiful house. The reason? You were scared. Feared she would think you didn’t meet her expectations as a stepdaughter... This time, the question didn’t arise; you were in too bad shape. However, the pain became intolerable and to defend yourself, your body could only do one thing... Make you lose consciousness.
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Michael had had very dark moments in his life: being snatched away from his mother, what Father Hughes had done to him during his childhood or when the Vendetta happened. When on the way you told him who did this to you, your ex-boyfriend, William, and you gave him the address of his apartment, the young Gray already had a plan in mind. Simple and efficient. So, when he went there, he broke down the door and roamed through the apartment.
The bastard slept peacefully in his bed, but that didn’t stop your current boyfriend from pulling him out of his sleep. Even before William knew what was going on, a well-placed blow fractured his jaw, then it was around his nose, his ribs, and his stomach. It was exactly the way he had hurt you. Except that he didn’t stop there, he planted a blade in the hand of the coward, then in his knee, making him scream in pain. Once his face and body were bleeding, satisfaction began to win Michael.
"Did you like to hurt her, bastard?"
"N-No..." William stammered, tears running down his cheeks.
"Repeat after me: I'm an asshole, weak and a coward. I will never touch a woman again, as well to strike her as to fuck her because I only deserve loneliness and to die in agony."
"What? No!"
"Alright..."
Michael took out the pistol he was hiding in his holster, removed the safety catch and pointed it between the other man's eyes.
"You will have deserved it..."
"No, no, no! I’m sorry!” He shouted, crying like a child before a liquid running down the floor was heard, then a smell of urine infested the air, mixing with the blood one.
"You're disgusting! You're not even a man, at the slightest threat you end up pissing on you.” Michael commented before putting his gun back in place and leaned over William. "Listen to me, if you start again and if you approach less than 55 yards of Y/N, this time it's as Peaky Blinders that I will blow your brain with a bullet on which will be inscribed your name. Understood?"
“Y-Yes… I u-under-understood…”
"Have a good night, pisser."
And it’s in these words that Michael has returned to your bedside, ready to take care of you.
The clementine (Michael Gray x reader)
Request: : Hi, could I please request a Michael gray X reader where you and him meet at the orphanage, when you were young and you and him made a promise to be with each other for ever and marry each other . Then one day he is adopted by the people who adopted him, and he promises he will find you. Your about 16 and looking for a house in the village he lives and you ask for the address and he imdiatley knows it's you. He invites you to dinner , but that night Tommy gets him. You can decide if they meet up
Warnings: none + Little anon, I know I’m super late for this one and I’m so sorry that it’s not as good as you hoped (and it’s short...), but I didn’t wanted to make you wait longer :( ♡
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
PART 2
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From the age of three, you came at the orphanage. Your mother had just died and your father had decided that he didn’t want to take care of you. Even if you missed your family, you loved having a lot of siblings, you had never been so surrounded by children! So how could you complain?
Everyone knows that children have pure hearts and real feelings, they don’t lie about it unlike adults. Is it possible to find your soul mate at this age? You could say yes. When you put your eyes on Michael Gray, you got hooked on him, you became best friends and more. What could be more cute than seeing children running after each other and hiding under the tables of the canteen to kiss on the mouth?
When another child came to bother you, Michael answered with words, he was already good at silencing others and sometimes he came to blows, not being afraid to get punished for you. Yet, it was only ten months later that a family came to adopt him. They had let him two days to get ready and say goodbye to his friends. You were both devastated, on the sentimental scale of a child, but destroyed. Those two days, you had spent them together. The last evening, before the meal, it was in the big garden, away from prying eyes, that he proposed to you. Hand in hand, you watched the sunset before he got down on bended knee.
"Y/N, I love you very much and I don’t want to leave. Because I love you and I don’t want you to forget me, do you want to marry me?” He asked as he took a clementine from his pocket, wrapped in a clean cloth handkerchief.
You nodded before hugging him and planting a brief kiss on his lips.
"I love you too, Mickey."
"I promise you that I will find you and one day we will marry like adults!"
Unfortunately, it was thirteen years ago. You never heard from your childhood love again, but you dreamed to see him again. He missed you. The only thing left of him was that tissue that remained intact. You had never built relationships so strongly with anyone except him. A few years later, a family also adopted you, and you were fortunate that they were adorable and understanding. At the age of sixteen, you began your research before finding the footsteps of Michael, now named Henry Johnson and living in a village on the outskirts of Sheffield.
When you managed to find the village, you quickly made some luggage and asked your adoptive mother to go there. Very sweet, she accepted but provided she came, to make sure everything went well.
The fresh air of the village was very pleasant compared to the big industrialized cities where the air was completely polluted. Even the birds sang and nature wasn’t lacking. It was very nice. Upon entering the village, you soon found a small inn. Even so, you wanted to keep your independence and do things yourself, which is why you wanted to go looking for him in the village alone. When a young man passed in front of you, you scratched your throat shyly.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Henry Johnson... Could you tell me where I can find him, please?"
When you met the young man's gaze, he froze and gaped for a few seconds before recovering.
"Y/N, it's me, Michael..." he murmured.
Eyes wide, it was your turn to scrutinize his eyes before you immediately took refuge in his arms.
"Oh my God... I can’t believe I found you..."
You had a lot to say to each other and he couldn’t help but to bring you to his place for dinner after you told your adoptive mother. So, you met the little Johnson family, they were nice and polite people, but you felt that something was wrong with Michael. As if... As if he was out of place. You were playing with Michael and his brother, the sun was starting to set and the dinner was coming up. Until you all three saw a man talking to Rosemary Johnson, she seemed to want to get the well-dressed man away. A man from the city and probably with money.
You followed the whole discussion and quickly understood what was going on, even if you were still behind. This man wanted to get Michael and bring him back to his real family, far from the village, far from Sheffield. When the man left and Rosemary made you go inside, you recognized a glimmer in his eyes that you had seen when you had found him a few hours earlier. He would go back to his real family, it was a certainty. Would he away from you, again? It was your biggest fear.
"I don’t want to lose you again..." you whispered hugging him.
"I have to go there. Meet my real family, my mother..." he replied with a kiss on the top of your head.
"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."
"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.
The clementine, part 2 (Michael Gray x reader)
Read Part 1 before this.
Warnings: sad, Michael being a little shit
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
PART 1
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"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."
"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.
If only. If only his words were true. If only he wasn’t a liar…
Going to Birmingham was enough for him to totally forget you, as if you had never existed, to the point of ignoring all the letters you sent to him. At the tenth, over a whole year, still spacing the send time a little, you ended up giving up.
"Maybe the address isn’t the right one..." you tried to reassure yourself the best you could, but deep inside you knew very well that he could have found you, he knew your address. So, when you went back to his adoptive mother house, to hear about him, you learned very quickly that he had even broke off all ties with the woman who had fed, educated and loved him for years. No wonder... If he didn’t talk to her anymore, why would he talk to you? When the anger seized you, passing in front of the well wish he hated so much, your rage spilled. The famous well he hated... Chance or not, a worker had just stopped not far from the well and when he left his business unattended, you hastened to take the hammer he owned and you have hammered the well. It was not enough to destroy it, but it was to damage it a little at a certain place. When one of the bricks gave way completely, you picked it up before leaving, having an idea in mind.
What you were about to discover was going to destroy you.
When you went to Birmingham, you discovered with amazement that people only had a few words in their mouths: the Peaky Blinders. Even in the restaurant in which you were, you could hear a group of men and women talking about it vaguely. Your legendary curiosity pushed you to join the group before asking a few questions to a young woman of your age.
"But who are these guys? The Peaky Blinders?"
Credulously? You were. To be honest, you had never been interested in gangsters.
"The gang who run this city! The Shelby family. A lot of men and some women. I know you must not get in their way, unless you have to flee the city or worse, end up with a bullet between your eyes..." she finally whispered.
Shelby... Shelby... That name rang a bell to you. You had already heard it somewhere, but you couldn’t put a face on that name.
“Are they old? Young? Have they been doing this for a long time...?” You asked after swallowing a mouthful of your apple crumble.
"Tommy, the leader is in his thirties, John is a little younger and Arthur is a bit older. There is Ada, the only sister and there is a teenager. After that, there's their aunt, I think... Um... Polly! Polly Gray. And finally, Michael Gray. The rest, I will say, they are dogsbodies."
You failed to choke at her announcement. Michael Gray... Your Michael Gray? Yes, it could only be him, otherwise the name Shelby wouldn’t have mean anything to you. The man who came a few years ago was a Shelby, a family member.
"Where can I find them?"
You almost were treated of nut, madwoman, just by having the idea of wanting to meet them, but you insisted without explaining your reasons. Finally, the young woman ended up yield to giving you a very vague address: "Small Heath is their headquarters."
It wasn’t until late afternoon that you called a taxi driver to go to this small and poor neighborhood. And even if you didn’t feel in your place, having lived in a family and a respectable neighborhood, you walked with your head up without attracting prying eyes on you. It didn’t take long for an old man to tell you where the Garrison was, where you had a good chance of finding the Shelby’s. The closer you got to your goal, the more nervous you became. Your hands were moist and trembling, your heart was beating fast as your stomach twisted.
In the evening, when you passed the doors of the pub, you looked at each man. You didn’t see him. However, a couple or what appeared to be one, caught your attention by their behavior. The woman was straddling the man, kissing, while his hands were strolling on her body.
"How can they do this in public?” you thought. When you were about to turn your head, your heart missed a beat before he broke. The young woman had just back up from the man. A man who was none other than Michael Gray. The man who refused to answer your letters without any reason. The man you hadn’t seen for more than four years. The man you loved and with whom you had to get married. The man who had just broken your heart for the first time. Tears were rising, but you drove them away. You had to talk to him, try to understand... You waited for the brunette to leave before you sat at his table, facing him as he took out a small blue bottle from his pocket.
"Michael..."
When he heard his name, he raised his nose and faced you. The words were stuck in your throat. For almost a minute neither of you spoke, at least until you decided to break the silence.
"Why didn’t you answer my letters...?” you asked in a low voice, delicately.
He bit his lower lip before opening the bottle, putting the white powder on the table next to some bills. You weren’t stupid, you knew recognized the drug, cocaine, even if you had never seen it yourself.
"How is it possible? He never would have done that four or five years ago...?"
He didn’t answer and just rolled the thin bundle of notes.
"I'm talking to you! Answer me, Goodness!"
He raised his eyes, his emerald eyes gazing at you for a few seconds before focusing again on the snow.
"Cause, I didn’t have a special reason to do it. What would you have served me? To nothing. You would have caused me problems and then... You're not fun. In fact, you are rather the opposite: boring. Do you really think I want to settle down when I can have all the girls I want? When I can go out, drink and use drugs without having to justify myself? I guess you already have the answer, if you think a bit.” he replied coldly, his features severe before he sniffed the cock rail he had just prepared.
If your heart wasn’t already broken, it had just been shattered and reduced to ashes. Nevertheless, you found great strength inside of you to prevent yourself from bursting into tears like a child, even if it was hard. Having your heart trampled on by your first love is far from easy.
You looked at him in the eyes, a few seconds, to see if he didn’t play a joke, but he was very serious. Another hit to take... At that moment, you understood that the Michael you had known and liked no longer existed. The sharp contrast between the children’s purity and the adult dark world hit you hard.
"Now, can you leave before Genevieve comes back? She promised me a thousand and one wonders tonight, whereas she’s not an easy girl and you risk to ruin everything."
Your chest rose frantically under the effect of rage that you were trying to control. In addition to ridiculing you and your feelings, he behaved like the king of assholes. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Even before you both could realize it, your hand slammed against his cheek.
"I hate you, Michael Gray! Go to hell!” you spat angrily, throwing at him the brick of the wish well.
You left the bar, not giving him time to react. What was the point? To insult and humiliate you more? In any case, nothing would bring you back the man you loved. It was the last time you saw Michael Gray, your childhood and youth love.