#❤️ — About Alessio

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👁️👁️ I heard free lore.

Hehehehe, don't mind if I dooooooo

❤️ Rishima and Vespasiano (781)

💔 Rishen (9819)

🌹 Alessio/Rishen/Talisen (781)

❗ Talisen (781)

🍓 (781) trio/Rishen (1311)

🍒Orion/ Rishen (9819)/Alessio (781)/Vespasiano (781)

🧣 Orion (Verseless)

And- oh? Who's this??

💔 Javier (781)

JAVIER?!!! RISHEN'S PAPA 😲

(I know he's not part of the characters you can ask for, but I wanted to include him cause I wanna know if he ever feels guilty for having a kinda strained relationship with Rishen, you're free to ignore this one)

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﹙ 🍒. ﹚🌕 anon we love you for giving us the opportunity to RAMBLE and spill all of these lore topics AHHHHHH also you asking for javier?? HELLO??? THANK YOU OMGGGXKDKZKX but we hope that this satisfies that lore hunger !

﹙ ❤️. ﹚who is the most important person to your character? to what lengths would they go to protect this person?

rishima 781 : her kids and husbands, along with her best friend neva are all people that rishima would do anything to make sure that they are safe. if one or multiple of them were threatened by something life-taking. she would immediately jump to either self-sacrifice or find another way to get them out with her. no matter the people she has to step on or hurt, as long as they are safe.

vespasiano 781 : his kids. he would do just about anything to keep them safe - some downright unspeakable things if it meant that they were protected. his brothers and his mothers as well - they mean the world to him and he’d do anything to keep them safe. as for his ( ex ) wife. . . well, she falls under the bracket too. as much as it hurts.

﹙ 💔. ﹚who has your character hurt most? physically or emotionally? how did it feel? do they regret it?

rishen 9819 : who he has hurt the most is not a person per se, but his scythe. for those that are not aware, grim reapers’ scythes are sentient and meant to have a special bod with their wielder. because of rishen’s detest towards his heritage, he flat out ignores his scythe, the scarlet strike. if the scythe has been persistent, he has said some rather hurtful things. he does not really realise that he is hurting it - but when he does, he does feel bad. he pushes this down for the most part, however. the scarlet strike continuously attempts conversation with him — he simply ignores.

javier 781 : who javier has hurt the most is his son, emotionally. something he deeply regrets when he realises just how bad it is. their communication is extremely strained, and they don’t talk much, as rishen strays away from communication so that javier doesn’t say anything he doesn’t want to hear. sometimes he doesn’t realise he is hurting rishen. though he never has the intention to hurt his son’s feelings. there is a part of him that tries to make up for everything he has said and done — yet, another part is so unsure of what to say or do that when he tries to talk to rishen, he ends up getting agitated as words seem to build in his mouth but never get out.

﹙ 🌹. ﹚what does your oc find attractive in other people? are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? are they found in themselves?

alessio 781 : someone that surprises him, and someone that is compassionate and has patience; can put him in his place. attracted to those who are knowledgeable, free-spirited. most are found in rishen.

rishen 781 : INTELLIGENCE. people with good memory. rule breakers. creatives, innovators, someone that believes in him - no matter what it takes. someone who is loyal and reciprocates it. both tal and alessio have some of these tropes.

talisen 781 : likes having someone that is hopeful, but also likes someone who is realistic, he is very attracted to creativity, in any of the wide parts of the spectrum of it, he is attracted to wit, he is attracted to those who are not afraid to break the rules, is very attracted to intelligence, he is attracted to people that are poetry, is very attracted to people who can hold eye contact during serious heart to hearts, is secretly a moronsexual. rishen has some of these tropes . . .

﹙ ❗️. ﹚what was the scariest moment of your character’s life? does it still affect them?

talisen 781 : as a kid, he saw something extremely scary that scarred him for life. watching as something ate something it shouldn’t, hunched over in a corner of the estate, close to his bedroom. it had lunged out at him. . . he doesn’t remember much else though

﹙ 🍓. ﹚does your oc believe in anything? are they superstitious? religious? atheistic? has anything in their past made them this way?

alessio 781 : he does not have any beliefs anymore and is considered an atheist. as a kid he believed in the enigma god - vephine, but he does not any longer. because of his mother’s mixing pot of religions, alessio was taught about a lot of superstitions from a young age. one of the main things he was taught was - if you hear it, no you don’t. if you see it, no you don’t. which he has taken very literally. if alessio thinks that a paranormal being is in his presence, he will completely ignore it and act as though they are not there. ( he’s concerningly good at this too ) which can lead to quite the funny scenes when demons try talking to him.

rishen 781 : for the most part, rishen does not have any beliefs and is considered atheist as well. however he has some faith in a lot of the hindu gods. particularly lakshmi, krishna and kali. this is never shown too much however. the only superstition that he carries with him are also from hindu traditions - such as striking a match if you enter your house late at night to ward off evil spirits. for a time he also believed in the - ‘tie your long hair after midnight’, but no longer believes in this.

talisen 781 : he is extremely athiest. once he believed in the gods, but as time went by it faded the more he spent with mortals. for a reaper, who know of the gods and their existence, he chooses to ignore them. while doing the job of reaping souls

rishen 1311 : he is athiest, she doesn’t believe in anything

﹙ 🍒. ﹚does your character have a best friend? how long have they known each other? what do they like most about each other? how did they meet?

orion : an angel as ancient as the eyes of the abyss has someone else, who is of his age with him most of the time most certainly. his husband and best friend, dakila. whom he has known for mellenia. whenever these two are around one another, you see their deep love for one another really bloom. both in a platonic and romantic sense. and they’ve many stories to tell, when they are together.

rishen 9819 : rishen’s best friend is also his boyfriend - jingyi. they knew each other from the young childhood ages and even grew up together when jingyi’s mother, meng yao, took rishen into the reaper sanctuary to train him in reaperhood. they have always been very close, they are both very similar yet also very different - so they compliment each other quite well. they both love each other’s mind and creativity

alessio 781 : he’s never really been one to have close friends like that. but one person he would consider his best friend is haoyu from verse 9948e. the two met when the 781 trio began visiting 9948e due to talisen’s relations with that zhao family. they have quite the similar humour and also bond over music ( and drugs )

vespasiano 781 : previously, vespasiano’s older brother was his best friend, though now, their relationship is strained. and it seems like there is not any going back. vespasiano keeps family close, and work friends. but none could ever reach the friendship his brother and he had.

﹙ 🎒. ﹚what items does your oc usually carry? do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? do they carry a lot or a little?

orion : nowadays, most of his priced items are not on him. except for one of them. an amulet, one that, when opened, has the picture of his king and god rinfier ( his other husband ) and his best friend dakila ( husband! ) in it. carrying magic of his king in it to aid him back home so that he never gets lost within the darkness of the abyss. it is also important to know, of course, he carries this locket-like-amulet, because his husbands both asked of him to do so. worn beneath all of his armour.

[blitzwhore]

i love sending you asks cause i love your content in general and you just seem like such a sweet person so hi again :3

hmmm,, striker x crimson and/or crimson x alessio (his bodyguard/right hand man)???

🥺🥺🙈❤️❤️❤️ Thank you, that means a lot! ❤️ I love getting these asks! :3

Crimson/Striker:

This is such a funny ship because they're both such haters and they would never 😂 I feel like the only way they'd ever get sexually involved would be in a fuck-or-die situation, which is kinda hilarious to think about and I'm here for it 😂

Crimson/Alessio:

I love this ship man. I just love to imagine evil characters being the biggest hypocrites in the world. This is like the homophobic version of Striker/Stella. Crimson would be like "yeah I'm super shitty to my son for being queer. Yeah I've had gay sex and I would do it again. He's my bodyguard, he defends my honor and bodily integrity, of course he's going to tend to my sexual needs, it doesn't count". And everyone else would be like "????????!!!!??!" Meanwhile, Alessio knows that the two of them are dating. It's just Crimson doesn't know it. 🤷🏻 Just mafia things

[gardenletter]

Yandere Body gard x reader ❤️‍🔥🔪🩸

You were the 3rd child of the CEO to a very powerful company. You weren't the heir of the company by any means but you are the brains. You come up with the plans, measure the stocks... EVERYTHING. But because of your important position you are the number one target to rival companies. You have two older brothers who are the 1st and 2nd heirs. Your oldest brother Callum the face of the company (a VERY HANDSOME one at that) and he was very concerned about your safety as a loving brother and your boss. So he did suggested a bodyguard. You were first opposed to the idea, but there was an act to take your life one night and that overweighed your pride. With Callum's connection, he contacted a few trusted agencies. AND this is where Alessio comes in. He is a very deadly man and usually works on the darker side of the job. Oftentimes working for mafia or mobsters but at the moment was unemployed so he got a notification about a new gig. He opened your file and GOD he was sucked in. They provide a picture of you, basic details of who you were and why you were hiring, and that was enough to get him hooked. He finds your social media and God, he went through every thing finding your favorite food, favorite color even baby photos. And the more he looked the farther he fell. He had to get the job at any cost.

He immediately applied and got scheduled for an interview....

You have interviewed 20 applicants so far and all of them SUCK ASSsssss... To say it kindly, they just try to hit on you or don't meet your needs. There were about two applicants left for the day and you are wayyyy over this but then .... A tall man enters with slicked back, dark hair with a black suit and rolled up sleeves. His tattoos slightly peeking from under his rolled sleeves , he has a strong toned body with veins visible on his forearms and hands. He gives you a warm smile and gently sits across from you.

Let's just say you got lost in his eyes and drooled a little.(sorry lol)

He gently cleaned the drool from your chin and snapped you out of your thoughts.

" oh I-Im so sorry I didn't mea-"

"don't worry Miss/Mr/Mix l/n ready to start the interview?" he says with a smile

"yes, yes of course Mr. Longo"

Poor Alessio can barely contain him self .he is cool and collected on the outside but is internally screaming and going totally fan girl hehehe

Your interview was amazing, he is everything and more than what you need and want. Of course he is more than fitting for the job BUTTT he definitely did research on the interview and knows EXACTLY what to say.

"well Mr.Long I will get back to you later" you smiled

"please call me Alessio"

"ok Alessio"

and When you said his name he almost fell to his knees . He is barely composing himself so he takes his leave. You completely forgot about the last applicant and told your brother that you chose Alessio. (Last applicant: 😶🥹😭👍)

Alessio got to his home and realized he got sent an email. He almost lost it when he read his approval email saying he got the job.

"AMORE MIO YOU WILL BE MINE"

There will probably be a part two if people show interest in the story and my character hopes you are all doing well.

Love gardenletter 💕

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Alessio Bolzoni posted in his IG stories the same Elizabeth Peyton's painting about Luca Guadagnino posted by Jonathan Anderson 😍

#06.07.2923

Jonathan Anderson's IG post

#06.07.2023

the way Luca is so loved by those close to him..

truly happy for him, he deserves it. ❤️

[chickensarentcheap]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Please and thank you 🥰😍

Thank YOU!! ❤️❤️❤️

I gave ya extra. I don't think you mind ;)

 “Momma actually calls them a bad word. Can I tell you what it is? Without getting in trouble? Or without telling her I said it?”

“I won’t give you any grief for it. And remember what I told you? About how snitches get stitches? Your secret’s safe with me.”

“She calls them ‘basic bitches’.” (dissolves into giggles, both hands covering her mouth, eyes narrowed and sparkling) “Isn’t that hilarious? Basic bitches.  It’s mean, but it’s funny too!”

“Does your mom date a lot? Has there been a lot of guys? Before Alessio? That  come around?”

“No. Not really. Not a lot. Just a few.  And momma didn’t date. They TRIED and date her.”

“Gotcha. So they ask her out and…?”

“And she always said ‘no’.  That she wasn’t interested.  She was nice when she told them that; she said she was just too busy with work and taking care of me. But once they were gone? She told me the real deal.”

“She told you? Or did you hear her telling someone else?”

“You’re good. You’re REALLY good. Don’t tell her that either, okay? That I spy sometimes?  I hear things. Mostly when she’s talking to Auntie Nik on the phone or Facetime.  Sometimes it’s Uncle Yaz. Mom thinks I’m asleep, but I’m really sitting at the end of the hall. She can’t see me if she’s in her room and I’m hiding there.”

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[melis-writes]

Do u think Victoria’s brothers cheat on their wives?

Lorenzo appears tempted/swayed to sometimes but I'd honestly have to say that's because he'll still visit a strip club with his brothers or colleagues, business related or not but for him to actually go home with another woman or sleep with one is unheard of.

Matteo cheats on his wife Cecillia often, especially in those kinds of settings. At this point though, he doesn't consider it "cheating" even though it is. Mob men moment fr. 😑

Alessio absolutely doesn't care enough to. He's very happy with his wife, so none of those things interest him or even tempt him.

Leonardo would rather jump off a cliff than even think about cheating on Connie. We all know how head over heels he is for her. ❤️

[nikkithebanshee]

Q U A R T E R F I N A L

well… what a crazy ride! england really don’t make it easy for themselves at all. saying that colombia were very lucky with their goal. nowt mary earps could do about it i don’t think.

we dug deep. we fought. we scrapped. we gave everything. lauren hemp was outstanding and thoroughly deserved the equaliser that she got. bit fortunate that the keeper spilt the ball but still. she was alive for that moment and right before half time too. when we equalised i knew something was building. i didn’t know what was coming but i knew something was coming.

alessio russo has not had the best tournament. she has worked incredibly hard and i am not going to fault her for that. however, in front of goal she has been lacking. but that’s the thing about form. it comes and goes. like waves in the ocean. alessia found her form in this game. the relief as the ball hit the back of the net was palpable. i cheered loud. I won’t lie - these games are fraying my nerves and stirring up emotions i don’t often feel.

i am unbelievably proud of the lionesses. their grit and determination is inspiring. there are kids watching who were watching today who will have learned what it takes to grind a result. they will have learned what it is to stand tall and loud and proud and fight for the win. so many people will be watching and inspired. i was. i am. this team are amazing. all were fantastic but lauren hemp was my player of the match. she was involved in everything. we still have things to improve, learn and work on but finding ways to win in the face of adversity is something not all can do. we are doing it and doing it well.

onto the semi finals we go 🔜

COME ON ENGLAND‼️

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[brummiereader]

@emotionalcadaver ...

Bloody hell 😱! Lucy is badass 😈! And absolutely terrifying! Remind me never to get on her bad side, I'd like my head to remain attached to my neck 😳😂.

Why did it not cross my mind that she might imitate Elizabeth to get into the appartement 🤦🏼‍♀️. See? I could never be an assassin 😂.

She had shifted the handbag subtly at an angle when she’d knocked, and when she pulled the trigger of her revolver, the bottom fabric of the handbag was torn away as the bullet exited, propelling forward and into the Italian’s jaw at an upward angle, blasting through his skull and coming to rest somewhere inside his brain. She wasn't wasting anytime, was she?! You have no idea how much I love the fact she used Grace's concealed, killing method 😍! I always thought that was so badass in the show, so for Lucy to do it was the cherry on top.

I have to say, throughout the entirety of this scene, I don't think I stopped to breathe 😩. You had me on the edge of my seat as Lucy sweeped through that place, taking them out one by one 👌.

“The Red Demon? Hah!” the other voice–Alessio, she was assuming–cackled. “Luca said not to worry about her.”

Her brows knitted, an idea suddenly forming. It was a gamble, but if they really were underestimating her… what idiots 🤦🏼‍♀️. I enjoyed the fact they said this because Lucy's little show, was just perfect 👌. I could only wish Tommy would have been there to see her dramatic performance, you just know he'd be rolling his eyes shaking his head 😂.

The bullet tore through one of his eyes and exited through the back of his head, leaving a spray of blood on the floor and wall behind him. She could just shoot him through the chest. But I get the impression that, just like he theatrical performance seconds before, she also likes making an arty bloody, gory mess every where 😂😈!

“Luca made such extravagant claims about how superior your organization’s level of security was…but then again, I’m guessing you weren’t exactly the smartest of the family, were you?” arghh! You just know how much I love it when she toys with her prey 😍! Her snarky remarks at him, we're everything I needed to hear before she gave that fatal cut to the throat, severing his head.

With a sniff, she stepped over Alessio’s body, and went back into the other room, first going to the door, which was still half open. This gave me goosebumps 😬. She's so detached from what she's just done, like it's your average day at the office 😳😂. And the ways she takes out his wife moments later without a thought, only proves even more how deadly she really is.

Now, if her show back at the flat wasn't enough, then her next move, when she dumped those heads on the table in front of everyone in the betting office, surely was!! Oh my god 😳!

Had to mention this little line, because I loved it so much she heaved up the heavy bag and dumped its contents out onto the table in front of him, like a cat proudly presenting its owner with the mouse it had just killed. In my own brain, I could see her purring up against Tommy if everyone wasn't there 😂!

I love how Tommy is not even shocked at the four bloody heads rolling out of a bag in front of him 🤣! I do find it really sweet how his attention went straight to her, and her wellbeing 🥰.

The following scene of tenderness and playful teasing, was just as sweet. I adore how much he loves her, and that his number one priority is her safety. “Oh, I thought about it,” she smiled at that, patting his chest affectionately. “But like I said, it was never an issue of me thinking that you couldn’t handle it…” I'm relieved he said this, because i think it's what she's been needing to hear for a while now. He knows she's capable, more capable than him. But he loves her so much, that he wants her by his side at all times ❤️.

“Think that you’ve gotten things out of your system, now?” this made me giggle so much 😂! You'd definitely think that was enough to do it, but clearly not 😅. I love these small playful moments between them. They're a lovely breather away from the heavier parts of their story. And a glimpse into the closeness, and love they share ❤️.

Incredible chapter, hun! I absolutely loved it 😍!

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy sets out to prove her usefulness to the company. 

Word Count: 4,122

Notes: Apologies if the action in this chapter isn't written very well. I always struggle with it and feel like it's one of my weakest points as a writer. Warnings for depictions of blood and violence.

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Chapter 12: Red

Her hands squeezed tightly around the handbag clutched in them, the intricate beading sewn into the cloth digging into her palms. The blonde wig covering her hair itched terribly, and her front was particularly warm from the balled up handkerchiefs she had stuffed into her bra to try to better imitate Elizabeth’s significant bust. Her face felt heavy with makeup.

She came to the door of the flat, hand unsteady as she raised it to adjust the wide-brimmed hat on her head so that it more properly hid the top half of her face. From perhaps a distance she could pass as Elizabeth, but if anyone got a good look at her face, the jig would be up. Pulling open the door, she began to climb the stairs, eyes scanning the numbers on each one until she found the one she was looking for. 

It had occurred to her that some of the neighbors could be in on hiding the Italians out, but Isiah had said their boys hadn’t spotted anything that indicated that.

Hesitating just before she would be within eyeline of the door, she slipped her hand into her handbag, fingers curling tightly around the gun concealed within, cocking it. She tugged Elizabeth’s coat tighter around herself, took a deep, slow breath to steady herself, and knocked twice on the door. 

There was an agonizing moment of nothing. She turned herself half away, as if simply looking idly down the hall, while also tilting her head so the brim of her hat and the blonde locks of the wig hid her face almost entirely from view. 

It was always possible that they had some sort of password system established with Elizabeth, but in that case, she could always just break down the door. It may have been worth it to have had a talk with her, but Lucy had been worried about spooking her and having her either skip town or run to the Italians with a warning that they knew about them. From Clara’s account, it sounded like she was in love with one of them. And people in love did stupid things. 

From the other side of the door, she heard footsteps, and then the sound of a lock clicking. The door opened just a crack, a dark eye peeking out. When the man saw her blonde hair and Elizabeth’s coat, he pushed the door open wider with a smile. 

“Elizabeth, darling, what’re you doing here–?”

She had shifted the handbag subtly at an angle when she’d knocked, and when she pulled the trigger of her revolver, the bottom fabric of the handbag was torn away as the bullet exited, propelling forward and into the Italian’s jaw at an upward angle, blasting through his skull and coming to rest somewhere inside his brain. 

It was an old trick that Grace had taught her; the same one she’d used to put a bullet in Campbell’s leg, all those years ago. 

The arm that the Italian had braced against the door went limp, allowing it to swing open the remainder of the way. His body moved to fall backways into the entryway, but she caught him by the front of the shirt, letting the handbag fall away, revolver still clutched in one hand. She could hear shouting in Italian from deeper into the apartment.

Adjusting her grip on the first guard’s body, she hauled it up and raced forward, using it as a shield as she burst through the entryway.

The apartment opened up into a living room, decorated with a couch and two big armchairs situated around a rectangular table. To her left, there was a kitchen, and to the right, she could see three doors, one ajar and the room inside dark, although she could just make out a toilet in the corner. The other two seemed to lead to what she was assuming were bedrooms. A hallway cut between those and the bathroom, leading to another room tucked deeper into the apartment. 

The second guard was in the living room, half risen out of the armchair he’d been seated in when she came bursting in. She fired at him, but he dove behind the chair, and she missed. Lucy ducked behind the couch, dropping the first guard’s body unceremoniously while her eyes scanned behind her and to the sides, checking the angles where she would be most in danger if an enemy was there. 

She yanked off her hat and wig, to avoid either becoming a nuisance or hindering her ability to see, tossing them to the floor. A few bullets struck the couch and the wall behind her as the second guard fired. There was someone yelling in Italian from the room that the hallway led into. 

“Who is it!?”

Lucy chanced a peek up over the edge of the couch, and almost immediately had to duck down again to avoid being struck with another barrage of bullets. 

“It’s the red-haired bitch! Stay hidden!” the second guard shouted back. Lucy doubted that they realized that she spoke Italian. 

“The Red Demon? Hah!” the other voice–Alessio, she was assuming–cackled. “Luca said not to worry about her.”

Her brows knitted, an idea suddenly forming. It was a gamble, but if they really were underestimating her…

“She killed Lorenzo!”

“Just take care of her!”

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do!?”

She grabbed the ankle of the first guard, pulling him a little closer to her, then readjusted her position, bouncing slightly on her legs in preparation. 

This next time she popped up, she lingered a moment longer, dropping down with a theatrical yelp just as the second guard started firing at her again. Reaching out hastily, she dipped her hand in the first guard’s bloodied head, and then spread the hot, red liquid across her throat, chest, and the underside of her jaw. 

She laid down on her back, and made another sound, this time a garling, choking noise. 

“Did you get her?” Alessio called from the other room.

“I-I think so,” the second guard said, and she could hear him slowly rising to his feet, footsteps approaching the couch. Her fingers flexed around her gun, raising her free hand to clutch at her throat, as if pressing on a bullet wound. “Stay there until I say it’s safe.”

He came around the couch, gun held in both hands and pointed outwards, but his confidence that she was actually injured made him slow and unprepared. She didn’t even know if he realized that he hadn’t actually hit her before she squeezed the trigger of her revolver. The bullet tore through one of his eyes and exited through the back of his head, leaving a spray of blood on the floor and wall behind him. She had to roll hastily out of the way when his body began to drop, to avoid it landing on her when he crumpled. 

With a grunt, she pulled herself to her feet, shucking off Elizabeth’s coat, holding her revolver in both hands while she began to move, slow and quiet, towards the hall where Alessio’s voice had sounded. He was calling the second guard’s name, asking if he had actually killed her or not. She slunk along the wall, listening, ready to drop anyone who stepped out of the door that was only slightly ajar. The hall ended at a dead end, the door in the left wall. That gave her an advantage of being able to hug the wall, rather than try coming at the door directly. 

She came to a stop at the edge of the door frame, head cocked and listening. There was the distinct sound of a window sliding open, and then what sounded like rain. 

Had it started raining since she’d come in? She hadn’t noticed.

With a quick movement, she turned the corner, gun raised. Alessio was just raising a leg to climb through it, and as she rushed towards him, she put a bullet in his kneecap. The leg buckled, and he went crashing down with a scream. She managed to grab him by the tie before he could fall out the window, tossing him onto the hard floor, slamming the window slut.

Turning back to him, she cocked her head. He was laying on the floor, clutching at his knee and whimpering. Holstering her gun, she walked towards him slowly until she was standing directly over him, then lowered herself until she was straddling his chest, her knees pinning both of his arms to the floor in case he decided to try anything. 

“I thought you boys were supposed to be good at this kind of thing,” she said. Alessio bared his teeth and cursed at her in Italian. “Luca made such extravagant claims about how superior your organization’s level of security was…but then again, I’m guessing you weren’t exactly the smartest of the family, were you?”

He spat at her, but she jerked her head back calmly. Reaching into her belt, she pulled out the large hunting knife that she’d been carrying with her since the vendetta started, twirling it once between her fingers.

“Tell me where Luca is.”  

He laughed, chest shaking with it. And Lucy could see that, duller than a spoon as he might’ve been, Alessio would not talk. She could do whatever she liked: rip his fingernails out, chop off little bits of him, whip him, or worse…and he wouldn’t say a word.

“You stupid cunt,” he spat at her in Italian. “You’re all going to die.”

Lucy sighed, adjusting the grip on her knife, slowly rising off of him, stepping around so that she was near his head. He kept on laughing. 

“You won’t ever find him, do you hear me? Not ever. He’s going to kill you, and then he’s going to kill your lover, and he’s going to make sure that it hurts–”

She cut him off with one great arc from her knife, bringing it down hard on neck. The huge, freshly sharpened blade cut through flesh, then blood, then bone like butter, and with one quick, slight turn of her wrist, she fully removed Alessio’s head from his shoulders.

For a moment, she stood there, staring down at her handiwork, listening to the drops of blood lingering on the blade of her knife drip down onto the floorboards. With a deep breath, she cleaned it off with her handkerchief, then sheathed it back into her belt. She raised both hands to her forehead, rubbing it with the heels of her palms, head tilting up to stare at the ceiling. 

Fucking hell. 

Could have gone worse. But could have gone better, too. She had really been hoping that Alessio could have led her to Luca. 

With a sniff, she stepped over Alessio’s body, and went back into the other room, first going to the door, which was still half open. A few neighbors were poking their heads out of their apartments to investigate all the commotion.

“Stay in your homes,” she told them. “Don’t speak of this to anyone. By order of the Peaky Blinders.”

That had them all shuffling quickly back into their houses, shutting and locking the doors. Lucy stepped back into the apartment, closing the door and locking it behind her. 

Next she went to the phone, dialing the line for the betting shop, lighting a cigarette while it rang until Skudboat picked up. 

“Skudboat, hi. It’s Lucy.”

“Lucy! Where are you? Tommy’s been getting worried…”

“I’m fine. Tell him I’ll be back soon. Listen, I’m gonna give you an address. I need you to send a clean-up crew.”

“Alright.”

“Got a pen?”

“Yeah.”

She sounded off the address and a few instructions, and then hung up. Rifling through the Italians’ belongings didn’t turn much up that was useful. No matter. The clean-up boys could go through it all more thoroughly later anyway.

She dragged the two guards’ bodies into the bedroom Alessio was in, and scoured the closet until she found a bag big enough for her intentions. 

She moved towards the bodies, and pulled out her hunting knife again. 

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She was just stuffing the last of the things she intended to take with her back to the betting shop into the bag when she heard a creak on the floorboards and looked up, and was met with the wide, horrified eyes of Alessio Changretta’s wife. 

Shit. With everything else, she’d forgotten that the woman always came home by three in the afternoon. 

The woman’s mouth had dropped open, creating a little o, eyes so huge with terror that it was a wonder they didn’t pop out of their skull. Her face was pale as paper, a bag filled with books and knitting supplies still clutched in one hand. For several seconds, she and Lucy just stared at each other. Lucy cocked her head, giving her a look of warning. 

“Don’t run.”  

The woman’s eyes snapped away from where they’d been focused on the bag Lucy had been filling to her face, and she started to shake like a leaf, lips trembling. Lucy gave her a small shake of her head. 

The woman ran from the room.

Lucy let out a frustrated groan, picking up her knife where she’d set it down on the bed. 

They could never just make it easy, could they?

Sudden, yet as inevitable as a clap of thunder chasing a bolt of lightning, she took off after the woman. 

She would not make the same mistake that John did by leaving loose ends. He had let Audrey Changretta live, and look where they were now: in the middle of a war, and all that was left of John was but a memory and ashes scattered in the wind.  

The woman managed to make it almost to the middle of the living room before Lucy caught up to her. And when she did, the woman let out this little sound; not a scream, but a little, terrified cry, and then all noise she could have made was promptly silenced by Lucy’s blade ripping through her throat, blood spurting out all over the expensive gray rug, her cries transformed into nothing but quiet gurgles. 

Lucy held her tight, the hand not holding the hunting knife to her throat wrapping firmly around her waist, holding her until she went limp, the weight of her increasing steadily as she died. Lucy listened to the way her breaths rattled wetly in her chest, body shuttering as it tried in vain to fight against the hands of death closing in around it. 

When the woman was nothing but a cold weight in her arms, Lucy dragged her backwards and into the bedroom they’d just left. 

She finished up what she’d been doing before the woman interrupted her, adding a new, unexpected addition to her bag, and then went into the bathroom to clean the blood and makeup off of her. The cool water felt nice on her face, helping to soothe the shakes that were beginning to shudder through her hands. 

The clean-up crew arrived just as she was drying off her face. She let them in, giving a few instructions before picking up her bag, pulling her peaky cap onto her head, and leaving the apartment. 

It was still raining, big droplets of water beating down onto her and the cobblestones. It pricked at her already frayed nerves, leaving her jittery. Rain reminded her of bad memories. 

Adjusting her grip on the dripping bag, she forced herself forward.

She was almost back to the shop when the rain finally started to ease off. 

Of course it’s done raining after I’m almost home and soaked to the bone, she grumbled internally, shooting a glare up towards the sky. 

“Lucy.”

She jumped at Charlie Strong’s voice. He was walking in the opposite direction as her, probably on his way back to the yard after being up at the shop. 

“Hey, Charlie.”

“We were all wondering where you’d disappeared off to after that big blow up at the meeting.”

She suddenly felt bad for running off with no warning or explanation. “Is Tommy upset?”

“With you? No, just worried. He’s mad as all hell with Linda, though.”

She cringed. “Was it bad?”

“There was a whole lot of yelling between them after you left.”

Guilt twisted in her like a knife. She shouldn’t have left Tommy alone to deal with that all on his own. 

“Is Linda still there?” she asked, quietly. 

“At the shop? Yeah, she’s working with Polly. They’re all closed up for the day already, just counting the takings, I think.”

A small smile pulled at her lips. “Good,” she gave him a small nod. “I’ll see you later?”

“Sure thing, kiddo.”  

With a nod goodbye, she continued on her way towards the shop, pushing wet hair out of her face and fingers flexing around the bag. It was still dripping, and not just with rain water.

She slammed open the doors that led into the shop with a crash, striding in with thunderous footfalls. Polly and Linda were seated at a table, counting out money. Finn was drinking tea by the bar. Arthur was pouring himself a glass of whiskey. They all got quiet when they saw her.

At least they’d already seen all of the patrons for the day. What she was about to do would probably have chased some of them away.

But, well…she did have a point to make. 

Ada was seated at a table that was a straight shot from the door Lucy had entered through, pointing to something on the papers clutched in her hands. Tommy was standing over her, one hand on the table and the other on his hip. His head had snapped up at the sound of Lucy’s entrance, eyes widening when he saw her, soaked with rainwater and holding a large, dripping back in one hand. 

Lucy strode directly to him, and before he or anyone else could say anything, she heaved up the heavy bag and dumped its contents out onto the table in front of him, like a cat proudly presenting its owner with the mouse it had just killed.

The four heads of her victims fell wetly out of the bag, landing on the table with dead, audible thumps. Blank eyes, ajar mouths, and bloodied stumps where she had severed them from their bodies at the neck stared back at them. 

Linda screamed, jumping out of her chair. Ada scrambled away to retch into a nearby wastebasket. Polly stood with a hand clasped over her mouth. Finn had gone a little pale. Arthur was looking at the entire display with a numb, if mildly impressed expression on his face.

Tommy only looked at the heads for a moment, and then his eyes were back on hers, nothing but relief and mild concern in them. Lucy was able to meet his gaze for only a moment before dropping her eyes away, instead shooting a glare of contempt around the office that she fixed pointedly onto Linda for a long moment. 

That’s what I do for this company.

Satisfied that she’d gotten the message across, she turned her gaze away from all of them. Still clutching the empty, blood and rainwater soaked bag in one hand, she rounded and went for the stairs, climbing them hastily and ducking into the bedroom she was sharing with Tommy.

Tossing the bag away into the wastebasket, she groaned quietly to herself, rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes. She suddenly very badly wanted a cup of tea or a glass of whiskey, but she couldn’t exactly go back downstairs after such a marvelous display.

Her mind was beginning to catch up with the rest of her. And with that, came an intensity to the trembling in her palms and a heavy exhaustion in her bones. It made her both feel like she needed to move about to dispel the shaky energy inside of her, and lie still and rest for a few thousand years.   

“Lucy?”

She jumped when the door was pushed cautiously open, just enough for Tommy to step inside and then close it behind him. He moved to her quickly, hands resting on her arms, looking her up and down, searching for anywhere that she might have been hurt. 

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I didn’t…I barely even got a scratch. Just a little shaky, now.” A shudder went through her, and his grip on her tightened. “I…” she stuttered, staring at the center of his chest, then forced herself to look up into his face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just run off like that…”

“Hey, hey, no, it’s…it’s fine,” he touched her cheek. “I’m just glad you’re alright,” he cracked a small smile, eyes flickering with fond amusement. “I think you made your point down there.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “You think?”

“Mhm. Everyone remembers how terrifying you are.”

She sniffed, and he hugged her. Lucy’s eyes closed in relief at the familiar scent of him surrounding her, his chest warm where her cheek squished against him. Locking her arms around his middle, she hugged him back.

“Terrifying, hm?” she mused, craning her head up to look at him. “Does that include you?”

“Oh, yes,” he drew her in closer with a mischievous, cheeky grin. “You could almost say that I’m scared stiff.”

She almost choked. “That’s…that’s the worst joke you’ve ever made…”

He chuckled and kissed her temple, giving her another squeeze.

“I am sorry,” she added, more seriously after another moment. “Both for going out to deal with Alessio on my own and for leaving you to deal with Linda by yourself. I just…” she trailed off, biting her lip. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Wanted to prove that you could do it?” he suggested. 

“Maybe? I don’t know. I keep feeling like I could be doing more to help.”

“You help plenty.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m a little useless. She wasn’t wrong, after all,” her voice dropped. “I do just end up following you around a lot of the time.”

His brows pinched, expression changing as if the mere suggestion was the most absurd thing he had ever heard. “You’re not useless.”

She shrugged, lowering her eyes. He touched her chin, tilting it up until she was looking in stern blue eyes. 

“You’re not,” he insisted. “I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you. And not just ‘cos I love you.” His expression was hard and unwavering. “You’re important to this company.”

She flattened her palm on his chest, rubbing up and down gratefully. “Thank you,” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, and she leaned into him again. “Skudboat and Charlie both said you were worried…”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I figured Alessio was where you had gone after you didn’t come back right away.”

“You didn’t send Arthur or anyone to come drag me back kicking and screaming?”

“Oh, I thought about it,” she smiled at that, patting his chest affectionately. “But like I said, it was never an issue of me thinking that you couldn’t handle it…” he shrugged, and rested his forehead against hers. “I suppose I just want you with me as much as possible, these days.”

“I’m sorry…”

He rubbed her back, dropping a few kisses onto her shoulder. “It’s alright. You made it back in one piece. That’s all I care about,” he hesitated, and then, in a quieter voice, added, “just…don’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed. He kissed her, not an intensely deep kiss, but not exactly what she would call a chaste peck either. 

“You did really well. Four Italians dead…and one of them a direct relative of Luca’s at that…he isn’t going to be happy. Even though I’m pretty sure you traumatized Linda a little with that stunt you pulled with the bag of heads.”

“Good. She deserved it.”

He chuckled. “You’re terrible.”

“You were thinking the same thing! Besides, I needed to remind everyone here that I haven’t lost my touch.” 

He hid his grin against her neck, lips brushing across the sensitive skin. “Think that you’ve gotten things out of your system, now?”

She raised a disbelieving eyebrow when he pulled back to look at her, smiling roguishly. “Not even a little bit.”

He looked delighted. “You’re unhinged.”

Her hands shifted to rest at the nape of his neck, pulling his face down closer to hers. “You love it.”

“I do,” he concurred, the back of his hand stroking down her cheek before falling to rest on her hip before he dipped his head down to kiss her tenderly. “I really do.”

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[diegoalvesisgod]

I've read chapter 2 at work with my morning coffee in hand and it was a BAAAAAAAD idea bc I literally couldn't focus on work (I'm writing this 12h later and I'm still not fine). Like I said before I don't these feelings but you keep delivering so I'm at your mercy now. Ale's mum telling him that he acted like a doctor? This broke my heart. Also the cross plot if I can call it that... A few years ago I found a rosary on the beach in Spain and honestly I don't even know if I'm that religious but I've got it with me since then, so that pasagge made me feel very emotional. Your style is flawless, that universe is phenomenal and I can't wait for the next chapter to drop but at the same time I don't want it because it means the end is getting closer 🤧 Also Alessio being mommy's boy? ❤️ Take care! - Kat (lorepellegrini)

Oh thank you so much Kat!

I swear, that passage with Ale acting like a doctor... everyone's going on about that, I'm just... 🥲 He's definitely a mama's boy, yeah, also bc his dad is an asshole.

I feel you with the end getting nearer, I fell like I always spend months writing this and then it just flies by so fast... but I'm already plotting new stuff 🙈

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penis size ranking please

You dirty, dirty people! You think I would just --

The answer is yes, I would. (I'm aware these are all pretty big, but these guys are TALL. T-T)

Antonio: 8in (Shower)

Renzo: 6.5in (Grower)

Leonardo: 7in (Shower)

Alessio: 7in (Grower)

Angelo: 6in (Shower)

Luca: 5.5in (Grower)

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According to each of the DOAS guys, what is their least favorite thing about MC?

DOAS Guys' Least Favorite Things about MC!

I'm not sure the DOAS guys would HATE or DISLIKE anything about you straight out, but it would definitely have to be in a specific context~

Antonio: He would have a love-hate relationship with how stubborn and headstrong you can be, as you won't just stay put and let him do what he needs to in order to keep you safe.

Renzo: He would bemoan the fact you're too responsible, often times not allowing yourself to relax and have fun when you're focused on something.

Leonardo: Similar to Alessio, he worries about how you let the others sweep you away on their whims and participate in their nonsense - he feels you're too forgiving.

Alessio: She's too naive, and it causes him to worry about her. Though, he even finds the trait cute at times - so long as he's around to keep her safe.

Angelo: He would struggle to keep up with your curiosity, or perhaps nosiness, and would find it difficult to keep you safe - both physically and emotionally - if you keep putting your nose where it doesn't belong.

Luca: He feels bad that you always stick up for him and try and give him breaks from his duties (i.e. Alessio), and wishes you would think of yourself some more; while he appreciates the help, he would rather you be happy than himself.

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How would the DOAS guys react if the MC rejected them?

DOAS Guys get rejected by MC :(

Semi-long one, so under the break it goes~

Antonio: He would clear his throat, his eyes flashing with hurt before steeling over once again - to an expression you became intricately familiar with when you first came to the Ventola Estate. "Ah," would be all he could force out at first, and he would look to the floor as he cleared his throat. "Well then. I apologize for the misunderstanding -" He would begin to say your name, but correct himself, his voice wavering only slightly, "...Signora." He would bow his head to you slightly out of respect, "It won't happen again," he would add smoothly, his cold expression finally back to its usual state, and he would leave the room to mull over his thoughts.

Renzo: He would laugh at first, thinking you were just teasing him back as you usually do, but then the realization of what you truly mean would dawn on him and he would become unusually serious. "Oh! Ahaha... gotcha. My mistake." He would do everything he could to avoid looking you in the eyes, but you could swear you saw something shiny on his cheek before he turned away from you. .Not a moment later, he would exclaim "Anyways!" and become his usual joking self, changing the subject -- but you can tell his smile doesn't meet his eyes.

Leonardo: It would seem like his breath was caught in his throat as he carefully examined your features, notably your eyes and lips, as if he worried he would never see you again - as if you would disappear from his world. He would be internally begging to find any trace of doubt in your eyes, hoping to find even a sliver of the love he felt for you reflected back at him. When he doesn't find it, he would mutter one thing: "...Understood." With a small smile, he would turn to leave, and would make it a point to keep his distance from you so as to not make you uncomfortable.

Alessio: He would purse his lips and nod his head a bit, looking away from you as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his cigarettes. As he leaned against the brick wall, he would light one and take a drag, blowing it away from you and into the open night air. "Ah, well...no worries. I understand, doll." He would give you a soft, dejected smile, but you could hear him mumble under his breath, "As long as whoever you choose makes you happy." From then on, you would notice he keeps his distance and makes things 100% professional, and he would start going out late nights again (something he had not done since you two had begun being close) and even Luca would seem to be going easier on him - though neither would let on why.

Angelo: He would nod and bite his lip regretfully, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Can I ask why?" His voice would be soft and wavering, but it wouldn't break. Should you choose to tell him, he would abide by what you say but work on fixing those things about himself to try again later. If you don't, he would "resign himself to his fate" and assume there is something inherently wrong with him. He would become more and more scarce to see around, and eventually, you would find he had someone take over as your guard completely.

Luca: Almost instantly his cheeks would burn bright red, and he would give you an apologetic smile. "I...I have no idea what to say. I'm sorry...I must have misread the situation." He would try and hide his feelings as to not make you feel guilty, but it would be his fidgeting that would give away his unrest. "...Can we still be friends? Or..." his voice would finally break as he kept up his smile, his eyes glossy, "Would you prefer this be entirely professional?" You know that whatever you choose, you will still be safe in his care - feelings hurt or not.

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MC puts a lot of effort into cooking an elaborate meal for the 1 year anniversary, but it tastes awful! How do the DOAS guys react?

DOAS Guys Hate Your Anniversary Meal! :(

Another semi-long one, so under the break it goes~

Antonio: I think he would ultimately be confused, since you're normally a decent cook. Though, in an effort not to hurt your feelings, he would take a small bite from each section of the meal, and then distract you by asking in-depth questions about the meal and ingredients. (Would also secretly tell his staff not to buy the ingredients for that recipe again, because he thinks it's more likely he doesn't like the dish than the fact you made it poorly.)

Renzo: Not a great chef to begin with, he wouldn't be too put-off by the food. He would lightly tease you by beating around the bush, but wouldn't say anything that would actually hurt your feelings. He would spend the rest of the night being suspiciously affectionate to redirect your attention, but when you fall asleep he's booking you some couples cooking classes as a "date."

Leonardo: Poor, poor honest Leo. He would do his best to enjoy the meal, eating every bite with as much gusto as he could to show you he appreciates and loves you (in sickness and in health, as he plans with you one day). Unfortunately, sickness comes a bit early, as he spent the rest of the night clutching the toilet instead of engaging in the loving intimacy you had hoped for. Each second he feels better, he tries to reassure you that he loves you but just didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Alessio: He would shower you with compliments, only eating a small bite here and there. He would kiss your hand and look you in your eyes and thank you genuinely for your effort, saying that it makes him feel beyond special to have someone care enough to put the effort in. He would then order your favorite desserts, no matter the cost, and would eat that with you instead. (He wouldn't mention it to you, because he'd feel awful if he hurt your feelings after you went through the effort.)

Angelo: Lacks tastebuds. Head empty. Would eat it all, and thank you after. (Genuinely though, he's used to just eating whatever's quick and available, so he wouldn't tell the difference.)

Luca: He would be a bit taken aback at the quality, maybe even coughing a little, but would play it off with a smile, thanking you for the meal and assuring you it just went down the wrong way. He would probably eat more of the meal than any of the others would be able to, and would excuse himself at some point to take a swig of peptobismol or tums so he doesn't end up with the worse end of food poisoning later.

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The DOAS cast gets isekaied into a fantasy world! What jobs/roles would they have?

DOAS Guys Isekai'd Into Fantasy!

Oh, boy...gonna base this off the isekai's where they are already assuming a role!

Antonio: I feel like he would end up a Lord somewhere. He's best at leading others, so it would only make sense if he ended up doing that elsewhere?

Renzo: As Antonio's brother, he would be in the same lineage, but I feel he would spend most of his free time amidst his own devices...like taking up archery. In fact, I think he would end up renowned for it?

Leonardo: I think he would be an astrologer or someone who works in the castle to help the crown with things such as levying taxes.

Alessio: Ooohh....innkeeper. I think it would be just enough intrigue for him, but without too much hassle.

Angelo: Definitely a knight or mercenary. Something where he can knock some heads but keep his values.

Luca: Apothecary, all the way. If left to his own devices, he would always help others regardless of the world he was in.

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The DOAS guys are on a date with MC at the club, and somebody comes by and starts to hit on her! How do they react?

DOAS Guys React to MC being hit on at the Club!

A bit long, so read under the cut! (These are under the assumption this isn't the first date and/or they are already together!)

Antonio: Would stay out of it for the most part. He knows of at least 5 of his men in your general vicinity, and with a single sign of your discomfort, he can have the person dealt with. He would allow you to make your own decision, choosing to place his faith in you, his chosen partner, and would instead continue monitoring the situation.

Renzo: Would find the situation somewhat amusing, because the poor sod doesn't know who they're messing with. He would come over and snake an arm around her waist, and ask if you know the person in an "introduce me to your friend" type of way. From then on, he would dominate the conversation, making the other person feel inferior and invalid until they leave you two alone.

Alessio: Would know just about every person who comes in and out of HIS club, and wouldn't waste a second to pull you in tight. His words would be smooth and charismatic to the person who dared approach her, placing a kiss on her cheek, "I see you've met my woman. She's a real beauty, ain't she?" That would be the first sign of their mistake...Alessio has never declared a claim on any of his previous flings until now, and if that didn't give them the idea...his cold glare and the eyes of every bouncer in the club watching their every move would.

Leonardo: Similar to Antonio, Leo would let you make your own choice...yet he refuses to leave your side. He would quietly observe, maybe taking your hand as he watches the interaction. If you chose the other person, he would simply act as your bodyguard despite his own hurt. Though, if you chose him, he would be much more willing and open with his affections, maybe even being so bold as to wrap an arm around your waist. He doesn't feel much need to prove himself to the other person, and would just tell them to take a hike, choosing instead to refocus his attention on you and nuzzle his head into your neck as he held you tight, swaying to the music together (despite it not really being his scene, he's happy to attend to your wishes, regardless of how it may make him feel).

Leonardo (Bonus): A drunken Leonardo is a bit more honest with his feelings, and finds it harder to hold himself back. He would be all over you, in an affectionate way, and would glare daggers at anyone who would dare try and take you from him, telling the other people to mind their business.

Angelo: He would be very awkward at first, normally running security for these gigs than being a patron, especially one he cares for like you. He would most likely not let any of the leering fellow patrons near you, instead stepping in front of you and non-verbally giving them cues they're unwanted. Should they test him, or worse, touch you in any way he deems unfit or makes you uncomfortable, he would wrap his arm around his new "buddy's" shoulder, and walk with him outside for a moment. You would see some other people follow him, and a strange person would hover around you until he returns to your side once again with a smile.

Luca: He wouldn't take offense at all, unless the person upsets you or makes you uncomfortable. You're beautiful, and he knows that. It's only natural in his eyes that others must be drawn to you as well and want to get to know you. Though, his hand would never stop touching some part of you as he engages in friendly conversation with the person, until they get the hint you're not available and leave.