You had been away from Small Heath for some time, the sensation of missing your home town and the people in it brought you back from your travels to see them. You had wanted a break from travelling and wanted to catch up with your old family friends. Better known as the Peaky Blinders.
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The smog and grime of the streets used to make you cough in disgust and spite, the smell and atmosphere now welcoming you. Almost like a pair of well known warm strong arms that engulfed you and welcomed you home, showing you just how it had missed your presence within the city. How much the people had missed you.
Your thick winter boots echoed off the houses and the cobbled streets, the raindrops lightly sprinkling onto your face as you made your way towards Polly Gray's house. A woman you had known since you were twelve, her nephews like your brothers and her house like your second home. You hadn't seen her since you left to travel the world six years ago at the age of sixteen.
The deep breath of fresh air you pleasantly inhaled outside of Polly's door was something that mixed well with the calming droplets of rain that soothed your face. Almost like a hand caressing your cheek as your nerves set alight, waiting for Polly's reaction of your return. As you rose your hand to the wooden door, the thick heavy rain and the cold wind slapping your bare cheek was the only thing keeping you sane. The hard wooden door was an unwelcoming contrast against your soft cold skin as the vibrations travelled through your knuckles, the sound of quick and harsh footsteps making their way to the door.
"Can I help you?" A young man asked, the same age as yourself. Had Polly moved? At the sudden shock of the rain beginning to hammer the cobbled streets, you pulled your coat tighter round your body. "I'm looking for a lady called Polly Gray, I believe that she lives her or, at least used to." You spoke, your jaw shaking at the bitter cold breeze. "She still does. Can I ask who's asking?" The young man peered, a sweet smile playing on his lips. "Of course, Y/N Y/L/N." You smiled softly, your eyes locking with his, the blue orbs glimmering at the reflection of house lights surrounding you both. "Come in. it's a bitter wind out there." He gestured and stepped backwards so you could walk in, knowing all too well your surroundings in this place, you waited for him to lead you through the door and into the living room, where Polly loved to be. "Follow me," he stated and walked through the house, yourself following close behind. "Mum!" The man bellowed through the house, his voice echoing off the walls, making you flinch slightly but chuckle none the less. Wait, Mum? You thought and wracked your brain for an explanation, nothing coming to mind.
"What is it, Michael?" A familiar comforting voice beckoned, making its way closer to you until your eyes met with the woman you loved with all your heart. "Y/N? My love," Polly beamed, her eyes welling with tears as she widened her arms and gestured you in for a hug, Michael stepping to the side to free your passage. "My darling, how have you been?" Polly asked, pulling away and holding you at shoulders length. "Very well, thank you. How about you?" You endured, shifting from one leg to the other, tired after your long travels and walking. "Good good." She muttered and looked at Michael, soon realising that you two hadn't been introduced. "Michael, this is Y/N, a very very close family friend. Y/N, this is Michael, my son." Polly introduced the two of you and watched you exchange nods and a handshake as you acquainted with each other. "Right, I shall go make some tea and then I want to know all about your travels." Polly exclaimed and headed into the kitchen, her mood lightening. "You've travelled?" Michael pondered and followed you into the living room, taking a seat opposite yours. "Yes, all around the world." You replied, crossing your legs and making yourself comfy, Michael watching you in a daze.
Once you had told Polly about your travels and stories, Polly had decided to go to bed, bidding Michael and yourself a goodnight. Michael had already pulled out the whisky and had poured you a glass, continuously questioning you on your travels and yourself, intrigued with you to say the least. Michael could already feel himself falling for you and it had only been a few hours, yourself strangely feeling the same way.
By the end of the night, you had drank numerous amounts of whiskey and had smoked many cigars. The night coming to a natural end as you both made your way up the stairs, Michael guiding you to the guest bedroom.
Michael opened the door, quiet to not wake up Polly and shifted to pick up the paperwork scattered across the sheets, stumbling at the action due to the alcohol you had both consumed. As Michael placed the paperwork on the counter against the back wall, he turned and slipped on a stray piece of paper, catching himself on the duvet before he went flying. You shot down to his fallen body and giggled quietly into your hands as he peered up at you, jabbing you in the ribs for laughing.
"Michael, stop. You're making me laugh." You whispered loudly, grabbing a hold of Michael's wrists and steadying his actions, the contact making you both look at each other deeply. Before you knew it, you were both leaning in to kiss one another, your lips meeting in a lust and passionate filled kiss before you pulled away and helped him to stand. You looked up at him now, his figure towering over yours in a comforting way that made you feel at home. "Goodnight, Michael." You smiled and watched him walk to the door, stopping in the doorway and turning back to you. "Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well, love." He winked and left the room, heading towards his own, leaving you happy and excited as you climbed into bed.
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I'm not going to lie, I'm actually in love with Michael. Cannot wait to see him in season 5. 😍
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