#anna gray

[killyridols]

dragonfly by anna gray, 2019, glass & dragonfly, 2.4 × 2.6 × .8 inches

[shelbydelrey]

Anna Gray

After lengthy travels and hardships, a girl with dark eyes arrives in Small Heath.

"Where are you mother?" She utters to the cold air, hoping to get an answer in return.

I was rewatching the show these past few days and i noticed that Polly mentions her daughter's birthday, which is May 15th. So, Happy Birthday Anna Gray!

[zablife]

Merry Christmas, dear!!!

I'm probably fucking out of time and I don't know if you're writing something like this or not, but could you write about Polly Gray x daughter reader.

Imagine if the reader were in Anna's place. But at the age of 15, Polly appeared on the doorstep of the house, looking for her mother, because she stole information about her birth and documents where the address was. It could have happened on Christmas Eve, like a real miracle

❄️☃️

Polly paced the floor in front of the fire, needing to feel the heat against her skin. She couldn't seem to get warm these days, feeling lost in frozen exile with only a few servants and Michael visiting her occasionally. Her hands began to shake as she attempted to hold a cigarette to her lips and Michael stood from his seat to light it for her. When he watched her inhale slowly and breathe out the first plumes of clove infused smoke, he finally stepped back. "Would you like to open your present, mum?" he offered gently.

Polly didn't reply to his query. Instead her eyes went roving the ornate but empty rooms of her mansion as she mumbled, "Mum...that word is like a bullet to me." Then with anger rising in her throat she turned to face her son. "You're only here to do Tommy's bidding, then you'll leave. So what is it he wants now?" Polly spat.

"He wants to help you. We all do," Michael offered, reaching for his own cigarette case as a knock came at the door. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked. Polly only returned his look of confusion. Ever since the Peaky Blinders had begun threatening those who would seek out Polly for seances, no one dared knock on her door.

Stamping out her cigarette, she smoothed her dress and walked to the door in careful, measured steps. Good things rarely happened this time of night, yet Polly wasn't afraid. Something beckoned to her like a familiar tune barely audible in the wind.

As the heavy wood swung against her slight frame, Polly eyed the lanky girl in front of her. "Mrs. Gray?" the girl asked hesitantly.

Polly's brown eyes went wide at the sight of her younger self revisiting her like a ghost. Polly blinked and shook her head, "No! No, it can't be," she said placing her fingertips to her forehead as though that might make the vision go away.

The girl mistook Polly's surprise for annoyance and pulled her coat around herself self consciously. Casting her eyes downward she said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you on Christmas Eve. I was looking for my mother." As she trudged toward the steps, Polly reached a hand out into the frigid cold and cried out, "Wait!" Her heart stopped as she waited to see if the girl would turn. When she did, Polly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You'll catch your death of cold out here. Come in! I insist," she said, opening the door wide enough to allow the girl to pass.

As she entered, the girl surveyed her surroundings and startled slightly as Polly approached her in a state of frenzied agitation.

Polly raised a finger as if to make a point, but her hand shook with indecision. "You're--?"

"I'm Anna," the girl said, finishing her thought.

Polly brought her hands to her head as though the sound of the girl's weak voice were too much for her and clawed at her hair, eyes darting back and forth quickly. "But they told me you were dead. You died in Australia ten years ago. I...I saw the papers," she said stuttered, remembering the black folder Tommy had placed in front of her shortly before Michael arrived. She wondered if she were losing her mind. The hallucinations were infrequent these days, but still coming to her.

Anna stepped forward, placing a hand to Polly's elbow gently. "It's not true and I can prove it," she said, opening her handbag and producing a yellowed piece of paper.

Polly clutched the paper in her hands, reading over the script carefully before realizing it was Anna' birth certificate. As she stood motionless, Anna continued. "My adoptive parents tried to keep me from you when we moved back from Australia. When I said I'd try to find you when I turned eighteen, they took matters into their own hands. They convinced the right people to pronounce me dead to discredit me, but I found my documents in father's safe and ran away," she explained breathlessly.

Polly let out a little gasp, "Oh, my clever girl!" She placed her hands on either side of Anna's face, searching her eyes for the shadow of the little girl she'd left one morning before church never to see again. "Have you really come back to me?"

Anna nodded, tears flowing freely now. "I could never forget you, mum. I love you," she said with quivering lip.

Suddenly taking note of her own appearance, Polly fell forward and wept. "After all this time, you find me now...like this," she gestured around herself, feeling ashamed and unworthy. "I don't know what to say."

"Mum, please don't cry," Anna said, capturing the older woman in a warm embrace. She let Polly sob into her shoulder and patting her mother's back slowly, Anna said, "We can sit, sit and talk and put things back together."

Polly pulled away to look at the woman who now stood in place of the child she had anticipated coming home. She was confident and strong. Polly felt pride swell in her chest as she called for Michael. He stopped short in the hall when he saw the two women weeping before him, but something in his expression told Polly he knew the truth. She gestured for him and clutched his hand tightly. "Michael, this is your sister," she said in a firm, clear voice and her heart felt full for the first time in years.

[prettygreenpills]

Coming home - P.G

characters: Polly Gray x daughter!reader

rundown: after Tommy brought Michael home to Polly, he went to find you as well. Once you return home, you spend a wonderful day with your mother, immediately trusting her

warnings: anxiety attack, you might need tissues

word count: 1,7k+

request status: closed

A/n: I know Polly’s daughter was called Anna, but i still decided to make it Pol x reader

“What if she won’t recognize me?” You asked from Tommy Shelby who you met just few days ago. He was a man who came to find you with a really crazy plan. With a plan which was working at the moment.

“Y/n,” Tommy looked at you and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Believe me she will. And what do you think why else would we need your birth certificate?” He asked you back and since you had no good answer to his question, you stayed quiet.

Walking right next to Thomas Shelby you let him lead you to the house you were the most scared of at the moment. Staying quiet you didn’t know what to think about. What should you say when you arrive? Would you recognize the woman? Would she recognize you? You had no idea.

Thomas turned to one of the houses and he looked at you. Searching for something in his coat, he took out one cigarette and then held them all out for you. You shook your head no and looked at the house in front of which you were standing. It looked…. somewhat pretty.

Thomas lit up his cigarette and didn’t say a word. He started smoking, letting you watch the house where the woman who was supposed to be your mother lived.

Once he was finished with the cigarette, he just threw it away without stepping onto it and moved his hand forward.

“After you.”

You kept standing at the same spot as if you had melted there. Without giving Tommy a look, he understood and with a quiet sigh he got in front of you and you followed him up to the doors of the house, where your mother was supposed to live.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes. You could feel that something was about to happen. You could feel that something wasn’t really okay.

“Are you coming?” Thomas asked from the doors and you made few quick steps towards him even if you weren’t rushing. Your chest was lifting quickly and heavily and you couldn’t really help it.

Your mother was standing behind those doors. You were sure about that. You took a deep breath to push away the feeling of running away and you really slowly walked over to Thomas.

“One more time- what’s her name?” You asked from Tommg and tried to stop him from entering the house.

“Her name is Pollyanna Shelby Gray,” Thomas answered your question and you didn’t know what else to ask. You gulped loudly and realized that your hands were shaking.

Honestly, you were happy about that Thomas found your mother but something inside of you was worrying. What if she didn’t want you back? What if all of those things you were told when you were little really happened? What if she left you in a middle of the forest and people who you thought were your mother and father found you?

“Y/n?” Thomas asked you and you wiped your sweaty hands in your clothes.

“We can go,” you nodded to him and tried to quietly count to ten. Thomas opened the doors of the house and stepped back a little, letting you walk in as the first.

You stepped inside of her home and smelled candles. Trying not to pay attention to the details, you were searching for the woman. Thomas entered the house right after you and you took a deep breath.

“Pol?” He called for the woman loudly. One time was enough. The answer came.

“In the kitchen Thomas. You should know where it is,” woman’s voice filled the house and you got goosebumps. It was your mother talking. The woman you just heard was your mother.

“Come with me,” Thomas told you and you didn’t even move. Thomas was watching you and when he realized how scared did you look, he put his hand onto your shoulder and squeezed it a little. “Can we?”

“Y-yeah,” you answered and Thomas started walking towards the kitchen. After few steps, you were entering the kitchen and that was when you saw her.

A woman with longer brown hair was standing with her back turned to you. She was cooking something. And it smelled amazing.

“Pol?”

“Yes?” The woman turned around and looked at him. As you saw her eyes, you immediately knew that you were hers and she was yours. Her eyes slowly moved from Thomas onto you and her eyes widened. “Thomas-“

“I would like to introduce you someone,” Thomas said quietly and your heart was beating that fast at the moment you were scared of that it would jump out of your chest.

The woman backed away a little and leant onto the kitchen counter. She covered her mouth with her hands and with teary eyes she kept watching you.

“I would like to introduce you Y/n Anna Gray,” Thomas said and stepped a little away from you. You shook from the adrenaline and you were afraid of that you couldn’t keep standing in your feet.

The woman was still in shock. She had tears in her eyes and let few of them roll down onto her cheeks. She looked over at Thomas and when he nodded to her, she took a careful step to you.

“Y/n?” The woman asked quietly and you started hyperventilating. Thomas immediately stepped to you and took you by your shoulders.

“It’s alright,” he whispered and he kept standing behind you. The woman looked at you and you nodded to her so she knew that she could step even closer to you. She did so and you tried to keep your breathing calm.

“Yes that should be me,” you whispered quietly and the woman laughed a little. She had tears running down on her cheeks and she softly lifted her hand what made you flinch.

“Pol, slowly,” Thomas reminded her and you closed your eyes. The woman pulled her hand away what you could feel and then you opened your eyes again.

“I am sorry-“

“It’s alright,” you said quietly and Polly gasped. That was the first time she heard you talking. You swallowed the ball which had been created in your throat and then you took a deep breath.

Polly looked at Thomas and he pulled out a chair for himself. He sat down and kept watching you and your mother. Both of you were standing at the same spot as before and you gulped.

“Would you like to sit down Y/n?” Polly asked you and you nodded your head. Sitting down right next to Thomas, you put your hands into your lap and you started bonucing your leg. Knowing that you wouldn´t get hurt with Thomas, you tried to calm yourself down, but it didn´t work at all.

“Y/n,” Thomas said your name and you couldn´t look at him. You just bowed your head a little and closed your eyes. When you felt his hand on your thigh, he tried to stop the shaking of your leg. You looked up and took a deep breath. “Pol can I ask for a glass of water for her?”

“Sure,” the woman jumped up and filled you a glass with fresh water. She got back as fast as she could and put it down right in front of you on the table.

“Thank you,” Thomas only said and he took the glass of water and held it out for you. “Take a sip.”

You looked up at Thomas shaking a little and you took the water from him. Trying not to spill it all over the place, you took one sip of the water and then you gave the glass back to Thomas.

“What´s wrong?”

“A-anxiety,” you answered the woman and then you took a deep breath. And then another one. You calmed yourself down slowly and when your breathing was okay, but your stomach was still a little ball of nerves, you tried to ignore it. You needed to look okay from outside and you hoped you did. “I am sorry,” you whispered and didn´t look up at any of them.

“It´s alright,” Thomas said and a question was following.

“You deal with anxiety?” The woman asked you and you looked up at her.

“Since I can remember,” telling her honestly, you watched her face become sadder than it was before and then you decided to finish the glass of water.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you,” you answered and then took a deeper breath. And then another one.

“So...” Polly started really carefully and you looked up at her. She was- shocked? Scared? Worried? You couldn´t tell. “You are Y/n Anna Gray... my...”

“Daughter,” you finished for her and Polly let out a breath what she seemed to be holding in for seventeen years or so. She relieved and covered her mouth.

“Where- where have you been? Where did they take you?” She asked and asked and you gave her all of the answers she needed.

“I was... All I remember is that I was in Australia. Growing up in a house with kind people I tought were my mother and father. And then Thomas-” you looked up at him and he nodded, “then we got a letter from Thomas. Saying that he wanted to talk to us. So he came, we met him. He explained everything to my mother and father and since then we stayed in touch,” you explained and didn´t even feel guilty for calling those people your parents.

“Thomas you were in touch with my daughter and you didn´t tell me a word,” the woman freezed as she turend to Thomas. He was giving her the same kind of poker face he was giving you when you were asking questions about your family.

“She is here now,” Thomas said only and you looked up at your mother. She was watching him, giving him a stare which had a sign of that if she could she would’ve killed him. Instead of fighting him, she turned to look at you and… the woman changed.

Her eyes shone again. She smiled a little. Her soul returned back into her body when she looked at you and all you could do was let your tear fall.

“Oh don’t cry,” Polly approached you really slowly and knelt down in front of you. You looked at your mother with your eyes and you somehow felt like at home finally. “Don’t cry Anna,” Polly whispered and she took your hands into hers. You heard Thomas leave the room and you stayed there alone with your mother, knowing that everything was about to turn to better.

[ice-and-starlight]

You know, if I had a nickel for every time I've thoroughly adopted a character who canon only gives half a name and an off-screen death before the story even begins, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice. Right?

[johnathancanines]

When Michael says all he remembers is the day he was taken I see that as a protective lie bc 5yo is old enough to remember a lot more than you’d think and adding to that is the desire to remember. When everyone’s calling him henry he’s going to cling to being Michael. He’s a little boy who was snatched away from his mother and sister and separated and put in an unsafe environment. He will cling to the things he remembers and know about his family and himself. He’ll figure out pretty quick he can’t talk about them out loud— we see what happens to Anna when she refuses to bear the lie— but that doesn’t mean he forgets his real name is Michael.

I think that’s why it’s so easy for him to leave his adoptive life behind even when he does care for them a reasonable amount and why he hated living there enough to never look back. He has clung on to enough of his old identity, like the skeleton of facts of it — he has a sister named Anna, he has a mother who loved him, he was taken by bad men and given away, etc— that he can’t accept or settle there. No matter how good and kind his adoptive mother is he will always think “ you’re not my real mother” because how he got here was traumatic and what happened to him after he was taken was traumatic and the child mind will always think things like “if they hadn’t taken me from my mommy the bad things wouldn’t’ve happened”. Which isn’t necessarily true but it’s how kid logic works and that doesn’t go away it just melds into the subconscious.

I think that’s part of why I feel like Anna living and the two reuniting would be a game changer for Michael just because I think it helps heal some of that emotional would and gives him someone who gets it to talk to. Also why I think he’s so ready to jump into being Michael gray again and so quickly accepts Polly has his mom and lets her mom him. He never really stopped being Michael gray and henry Johnson was an ill fitting suit he never asked for. It didn’t matter how nice his new family was and how good that life was he was a stolen child and he would never forget that.

[ilovefinncole]

Michael Gray’s first child:

Summary: You and Michael have known eachother since you were kids, now your both adults and all grown up, you’ve both got jobs and he has got you pregnant and your having his first child.

Characters: Michael Gray

TV Show: Peaky Blinders

Michael is shocked when you tell him that your pregnant with his child then he is excited about it.

He is overprotective of you while you are pregnant with his baby.

He buys clothes and toys for the baby.

He gets advice from Arthur, John and Tommy who are all fathers to there children about how to be a good father.

He is nervous and stressed about the baby and how he will be a father to it.

Michael sits next to your tummy so he can hear the baby kicking which puts a smile on his face!!! It interests and excites him.

He doesn’t care if it’s going to be a boy or a girl.

Michael is happy and overwhelmed when the baby arrives, he is the first person to hold it, he welcomes the baby into the world, he promises to love it and take good care of it.

The first few days of having the baby, Michael cannot take his eyes off of it.

He takes the baby for walks.

As the baby grows up to a toddler, Michael is still very overprotective of the baby, he gives the toddler piggy back rides around the house.

One night Michael is working in the house and the toddler wakes up and cries as they broke there favourite teddy bear, he asks what’s the matter and picks the child up and comforts it. He promises that he will get a new bear so they next day he does and the child is happy.

Michael is sure that he will be the best father there is.

Michael isn’t ready to let the child go as they start school, he picks his child up every day in his car.

He doesn’t swear near the child.

He is very caring to the child

He loves the child with all of its heart ❤️

They spend nearly each day together.

Every Father’s Day they have a picnic in the park and the child always gets Michael a present for Father’s Day, this year it is a picture that they drew of him, Michael has tears in his eyes and loves the picture and frames it, forever he puts it in a frame which sits in his office on his desk.

He keeps the child out of danger.

If it’s a girl he will name her Anna after his sister Anna who died.

[deepdonutkid]

Finally home- Michael and Anna Gray in 1926

This painting was requested by Polly, after the difficult family reunion with Anna Gray. She wanted a proof both her children made it home against all odds, because she knew her family would be reunited one day.

I’m still tempted to write a story about Anna coming back to Birmingham. It would be four chapters long and revolve around Anna, Polly and Michael. But I’m not sure anybody would be interested in reading it. So, here is the pic of them first.

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