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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Sorry for the delay babe, I've replied to you but ehehehe guess who forgot to hit the button "reblog" but hit the "draft" one? This dumb shark. 🙄

Rage is indeed the best feeling to associate with her. It had been piling up inside of her since John's death, which was not only excruciating for her but also woke up old unresolved trauma. Admittedly the difference in her behavior between the first act and the second one is striking - she's less bubbly and now lets her cold nature show up more but John's death acted like a pivot. I also appreciate that you've linked her stoic reaction to the gunfire with her mental state because it's so true and I didn't even think about it.

About that Tommy scene, I am thrilled I've managed to properly convey an uncomfortable feeling with his predatory behavior and the unwanted proximity. I think part of his taunts is because he hates being afraid of her and doesn't want to admit it. Somehow, he both wanna act tough and thinks he has rights over anybody. She would loved to murder him but Heaven knows that it would turn against her and do more bad than good. Thanks Polly she came! Thank you so much for liking the idea of using her for the liaison with Luca because I was so unsure about it. I was afraid people would think she stole the spotlight from Polly while this decision is just a logical detail to what is going to happen later with Changretta.

On a more smutty note, yes yes yes I feel you Lee, size kink 😳 But it felt good to make them reunite properly and destroy the emotional and physical distance she had put between Arthur and her following his relapse. Let's hope he doesn't fuck it all lmao. As for the factory worker, it wasn't planned but I thought it would be hilarious! Hilarious but also useful to underline the two aspects of the character. Like on one side, you have the lovely and always-smiling wife who brings cookies to work, and on the other side, you have the methodical and cold-blooded murderer.

Sorry for the very long reblog babe!! Your compliments touch me so much you can't imagine! I am more than delighted you're enjoying this as well as my silly way of writing in English. Thank you again for your constant support and friendship, honey. 🖤

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Running from your past doesn’t work anymore now that you’ve been directly involved in the Vendetta. Between violence, threats and schemes, you understand that you will only retrieve your peaceful haven with Arthur if you get out of this war with blood under your nails. featuring Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 6k

TW: alteration of canon events, canonical violence, graphic depiction of murder, SMUT +18, hint at gunplay, cockwarming, piv, non-protected , obsessive love, extreme co-dependent relationship. They are sincerely deranged, sorry about that. No proofreading, we die like men.

Notes:

✞ It is finally here. Sorry for the delay but this chapter has been so hard to write. I rewrote it at least fifth times. This is the last quiet chapter of Act II, shit will start to get real in the next part.

✞ This is chapter 14 of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes. Each chapter can be read as stand-alone but reading the whole series will make the experience far more intense.

The crackling symphony of burning wood whispered to the stillness, each pop and hiss forming the melody of a sorrowful farewell to John Shelby. Amidst the flickering glow you emerged, your white hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight around your shoulders to the small of your back. The firelight waltzed upon your features, bringing up the mesmerizing interplay of diamond dust and frost that composed you.

How many more?

The question flashed in your thoughts, leaving a trail of caustic soda that scorched your skull from the inside. How many more of your loved ones should you see burn, their flesh eaten by a voracious fire, until God decided He had enough fun tormenting you? Two faint dimples appeared on your cheeks as you gritted your teeth, the cold winter wind blowing at the black veils of your long and seductive black dress that floated elegantly behind you like the sinister drapes of the Reaper's cloak. In utter silence, Arthur lowkey shifted his focus from the vardo to you with concern and, taking notice of the destructive sparkle in your eyes, pulled you closer. The sensation might have been comforting but your body didn’t answer to his affection, remaining limp and disconnected. To be completely honest, you were feeling so physically and emotionally cold that you would have believed you were made of frost if his coat, which was resting over your shoulders, and his comforting hand, that was on your lower back, weren't there to offer you a bit of warmth.

As the scent of Arthur's reassuring cologne kept you anchored to reality, you finally waken from the gluey negativity and instinctively snuggled against your husband, who pressed a discreet and tender kiss on the corner of your lips. The familiar ticking of his facial hairs on your skin sent a wave of comfort through your soul and reminded you that, despite everything that had been going on between the two of you lately, he had been, still was, and will always be your only saving grace. You wondered if, maybe, it was time for you to go back home. Not that his betrayal had been forgotten or forgiven, but you needed him more than ever. For a shit ton of reasons.

“You’re frozen, angel. You sure you wanna stay hm?” He whispered, the tender gravel in his voice snatching you from the morbid contemplation of the burning vardo, which brought to your mind the sickening memories of your mother and little sister burning at the stake. A long exhale escaped from your fleshy lips as you tried to keep the demons of your past on a leash — and ignore the wave of nausea that coursed through you.

“I’m not going anywhere. If John is burning I might as well freeze.” Your reply was a bit blunter than intended, but Arthur got it. The way you were watching the flames climb higher and higher left no doubt on the devastating anger that was raging inside. They will pay, you silently swore to John, convinced he could hear you from where he was. If bringing him back was out of your abilities, at least you could avenge him by bringing upon every single man who plotted his death a demise worse than death. Just like Thomas Shelby, they would soon know how much pain you could inflict with your tiny and delicate hands, the holiness of your appearance being nothing more than a facade to mask the methodical killer you were. To hell with the promise of not killing again, having blood on your hands seemed to be the price to pay for Arthur and his love. While you lost yourself in the meanders of your thoughts, the cacophonic detonations of gunshots roared in the quiet meadow.

You had barely heard them when, with movements nimble and quick, you pushed Arthur to the ground and stood still to protect him in a reflex you couldn’t fight. The booming sounds might have been loud, they didn’t made you flinch. Quite the contrary, your aquamarine eyes stared at the horizon in search of the slightest threat, just in case the shots fired hadn’t come from the Gold. For a very short while you had been the only one standing, all the Shelby clan on the ground with hands covering their head. Even Tommy, who had schemed the attack, played the safety card and remained covered just the time to make sure the shootings came from their side.

"For fuck's sake, Heaven." Arthur barked at you as he stood up on his long legs, ignoring Tommy in the background who was keeping everyone under his control by yelling. The lanky gangster's hand grabbed your fragile wrist firmly and pulled you closer to him again, steel blue eyes glowing with disapproval at your reckless behavior.

"That was Thomas’ plan right?” You simply replied, your reliable source of information being Aberama and Bonnie themselves -- it was a part of the many perks of living with them in the nearby woods.

“Come on, Angel! A plan ain't going to be always working ay. It could have been the Ital—“ The oldest Shelby brother, with his thick brows furrowed, could not finish his sentence for you hushed him by cupping his face with your freezing little hands. Falling silent, the wolf turned into a lamb as you gently pressed his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

"Chéri." You started, the pink tip of your tongue moistening your enchanting lips. Each of your movements seemed to bewitch him, to the extent that he almost forgot why he had been that irked, the inferno of his rage instantly cooling down, "I am fine see?” Despite the softness of your voice, he could sense a bit of impatience in your steady tone. Without leaving any time for questions or protests, you laid a small kiss on his cold lips, "We are fine." The melody of your voice was merely a whisper that vanished in the howling wind when your winter lips met his a second time for a deeper kiss. Soft and glossy flesh against rough one. A wild storm of happiness coursed through Arthur at the sensation of this long-awaited mark of affection tingling on his skin, and electrifying his heart. A rapture so strong that the world blurred around him for a moment — he would have probably slipped his tongue in your mouth if the moment wasn't inappropriate. When you pulled back from him, your lips curled in a faint but sincere smile before you squished his scruffy cheeks and released his face from your cold grip. After three years together, it was only at this very moment that Arthur understood that he wasn’t the true guardian and fellow protector of the couple. You were.

Fiercer. Crazier. And certainly far more dangerous.

"Put us out there on purpose... To use John's funeral fire as a fucking beacon!" Aunt Polly's outraged and trembling voice erupted from behind, her words stabbing Tommy like red-hot daggers. If they hurt, he didn’t let it show though. Forced to part from you before his brother and aunt went for each other’s throat, Arthur intervened.

"We were never in any danger, Polly."

"You set a trap. You set a trap with us as fucking bait." She blurted out, standing from her chair and walking to Tommy with steps so furious you were pretty sure she was going to plow into him. Indignation was radiating off her, her dark eyes wishing they had the power to kill. If it had been the case little King Shelby would have been already lying in a pool of his own blood, "Who's dead?!"

After his younger brother had tried to explain to the old harpy that the victims were two Italians, Arthur went on, "We got word to them about the funeral, the where, the when… Told them where to stand for the best shot."

"And Aberama Gold will do the rest." Tommy completed his brother's sentence as if he was an extension of himself — which was the case, you reckoned, when he wasn't busy criticizing you for breathing. From then, the voices only escalated, trying to overcome one another and win the argument by screaming louder than the other until someone eventually gave up. Which was a miracle that would never happen since we were talking about Tommy and Polly. Both of them were two equally stubborn mutts fighting for the same bone and how this argument ended had been predictable: The fierce aunt left, Hell shaking under her heels.

Now was the perfect opportunity to talk.

"Arthur," Your divine voice hailing him, resounding in the meadow like a haunting siren’s song, its unsettling melody sending shivers down Ada's spine. She glanced at you and, for a quick second, the memory of you covered with blood flashed in her mind. Years had passed since you murdered Father’s Hughes accomplice with a pair of scissors but she still couldn't forget what happened back then. She wouldn’t admit it but her trust in you had never been the same from this moment.

Snatched from his thoughts, Arthur turned around, frowning. The family argument had soured his mood.

"Hm?"

"Now I wanna leave." You stated, your seraphic tone as sharp as the razor blades in your man’s cap. This hostility wasn’t aimed at him though, but at Tommy for you had pronounced these four words while glaring at him, indescribable hatred burning in your frozen iris. You might have been aware of the plan, it didn’t mean you agreed with it: the idea of using John’s funeral still infuriated you but your mourning soul hadn’t the strength to fight it. "I'm going home.” Arthur's heart missed a beat, afraid of seeing you disappear again in the depths of the woods. It had been one hell of a harsh week without you and while he — hardly — understood that you needed space, his patience was growing thin, worn out by jealousy and overwhelming dependence. After all, if Aberama was a thief, why wouldn’t he steal his most precious treasure, you? Or worse, he’s son. Younger, healthier and so much more handsome than him, he thought with gritted teeth and hateful eyes.

"Oh yeah? " Coming closer, Arthur tried his best not to let his murderous jealousy talk and, instead, took a long black key from the pocket of his dark duffle coat "Home ain't with the Gold. Home's—"

"57 Watery Lane. I go there, lock the door and wait for my husband. S'that what you wanted to say?" You suggested, one eyebrow raised and your pale eyes staring at him like two fathomless and certainly cursed jewels. Arthur swallowed nervously, the intense eye contact feeling like an eternity. Besides immediate regrets, the reason for his silence was that he was convinced he messed up again, judging by your sudden cold demeanor. So, afraid you’d lash out at him for his sudden jealousy, all he did was nod and try to keep his composure in front of everyone to pretend he was the one in charge. But you knew him too well not to recognize the sadness in his beautiful but vacant steel-blue eyes. You knew exactly what was going on in his head: he was expecting you to reject him in front of everyone, just like Linda used to do. “Alright” You articulated, and yet your reaction was the strict opposite of what he thought you’d do. Bringing your hand to his, you gave it a gentle squeeze before taking the key, "That’s the home I was talking about, love." You added, your glossy lips curling in a faint but oh-so-reassuring smile that made him swoon with indescribable fascination. Punctuating your sentence with a little wink, you finally turned your heels and left the meadow, your walk as elegant and confident as a fearsome lioness coming back from the hunt.

A predatory and frightful confidence that disappeared as soon as you reached your house. You had barely heard the sound of the door closing when, sick in the stomach, you rushed to the toilets and dropped on your knees to throw up.

"Fuck..." The curse escaped from your trembling lips as you quickly wiped them with a towel, tears beading at the corner of your aquamarine eyes. Polly was right: you did know when to pick your moment. As strong as you were, you had trouble coping with the news of your unexpected pregnancy. So much trouble that you couldn’t rejoice and that lack of enthusiasm only added a layer of guilt to your restless mind. “Fuck!” You snarled, teeth bared. Fuck you, them, all, and everything.

The sound of your platform boots' sharp heels echoed in the sanitized corridors of the hospital as you headed towards Michael's bedroom, your hips elegantly swinging to the rhythm of the silent savage drums of your heart. Tommy had called another lengthy and boring meeting to discuss both the Shelby Company Limited's new installments and the Vendetta, and as well as you dreaded his presence you had to be a part of it now that you were a Shelby. Moreover, the whole mess got even more problematic since Luca Changretta had managed to find a way to break into the Shelby factory and directly talk to his turquoise-eyed opponent for the sole pleasure of seeing a sparkle of panic in his eyes when he threatened to kill the rest of his family.

Surprising as it may sound considering your deep resentment for Tommy's long speeches and the man himself, you arrived pretty early. Not for him, but for Polly Gray. By coming earlier, you knew you'd have a bit of time to talk privately with her about the baby, for she had been the one discovering your secret pregnancy. “Hey Pol’!" You cheered, a wicker basket filled with pastries dangling at your wrist, "I've brought some croissants and éclairs. Thought it could help put up with today's meeting." The bright smile you bore soon vanished from your plumped lips when your winter eyes met with the dark silhouette of your brother-in-law, standing in front of you with his calloused hands in his pockets and his cold gaze staring at your angelic complexions with an unfathomable look. Turning into ice again, your small hand immediately reached for the door handle.

"Stay. We have to talk." He stated, his tone cool and composed. As much as he wanted his sentence not to sound like an order, he ultimately failed. As he talked, all the muscles in your body tense and you felt already irked by his presence.

"Don't." You snarled, your crystalline eyes squinting when they shot him a lethal glare, "Don't fucking come any closer." The sour and threatening expression on your face had been enough to stop Tommy. He was now clenching his perfectly carved jaw. Admittedly, he had never particularly cared about your personal space, invading it on every occasion he could just to push you to your limits and make you feel cornered, but since he had a taste of the ghastly and inhumane gift that was coursing through your cursed veins he'd rather be cautious.

"Alright," He said, pinching the bridge of his nose before rolling his eyes and moistening his lips in a surprisingly effusive pout. "No need to be that aggressive eh. Please have a sit." He instructed then, indicating a chair with a brief gesture of the hand.

"I ain't gonna sit. Polly tricked me.” You gritted through your teeth, spiteful at the thought of her betraying you. Your voice echoed through the room like sharp shards of frost falling from a winter sky. "You both knew that I didn't want to be left alone in a room with you anymore and still you schemed this twisted little plan." The cadence of your speech, though measured, carried an Arctic chill that made Tommy shiver. Even with the short distance that separated you, he could almost feel the ice you were made of burning his skin through the many layers of his expensive three-piece suit. In fact, you might be calm but Tommy could still feel the rumble of the storm hidden in that soft and enchanting lilt of yours.

"No one tricked you, and yes, indeed, I knew it. That's why Polly will be here with us. She's coming in any minute. Feel better now? Can you fucking sit?" Your only reply was a mocking snort that was quick to stir anger in Tommy's heart despite the placid expression etched on his face. But no matter how fine and cold the marble he was carved from was, you could see the tumultuous current beneath it. Maybe that was one of the main reasons why he hated you: no matter how hard he tried, you always managed to get under his skin and make him falter.

Silent fell in the hospital room, the two of you staring stonily at each other as you both attempted to decipher the opponent's intentions. "Seriously," Tommy was the first to move, coming nearer despite your warning — part of him did it only to prove to himself that he wasn't afraid of you. As he approached, your sharp sense heard the faint sound of his heart beating slightly quicker than usual and his breath struggling to keep quiet. Closer he came, until he stood only inches away from you, the warmth of his body brushing your skin without even touching it, and the musky scents of his cologne ticking your nostrils. " I meant it you know ay. I meant it when I said we have to end this war between us," You remained motionless, eyes staring at him, "Shut the door on it". In the hushed ambiance of the bedroom, he started to move around you with a gait that mirrored the stealthy elegance of a beast navigating its territory. His steps were a silent predatory waltz, a calculated and deliberate one that could have been dizzying if he wasn't walking around you this slowly, "At least temporarily." The air seemed to ripple with a subtle tension as he circled you like a panther, hiding his fear of you behind an aura of primal confidence, "I'm sure we could both benefit from it, ain't that the truth." You slowly exhaled as he talked, realizing you've been holding your breath for a while.

"What about backing off me and shutting your mouth until Polly comes?" You whispered, your aquamarine eyes carefully following every step he took. Admittedly, there was an undeniable magnetism in the way he moved, almost too smoothly and captivating to be human. In a primal reflex, your lips curled and you showed your pearly teeth. Beneath the shared expanse of your untamed wilderness, a silent battle waged within, as his large and strong hand delicately found rest upon your arm. The skin-to-skin contact sent an unpleasant thrill through your body. Tommy was like a big cat facing another one, testing the waters and carefully studying the line he shouldn't cross for you to snap. All in all, it was a contest whose goal was not to be the first to shy away. His fingers ghosted over your arms, trailing down your skin with an unsettling tenderness. Unwilling to cause another scandal or murder him, you gathered all your willpower not to react even when he leaned above you, looking down at your seraphic traits with curiosity gleaming in his turquoise eyes, "How did it feel when we kissed?" His words, like tempestuous whispers, stirred a sudden symphony of panic and indignation within. "Because you've... Felt."

"I did." You finally said, tearing through the silence you've been walling yourself in. All the ice melted in a few seconds, and your face relaxed a little bit. Two hopeful details that ignited both Tommy's gaze and ego -- of course you did, he thought.

"Look at me." His voice turned a bit softer as you slowly raised your gaze to his face.

"Do you really need me to say it out loud, Tom?" As you inched dangerously closer to him, he heard the ambient sounds of the crowded hospital fade into a distant murmur

"I do." The drumming of his heart fastened as a faint smile toyed on your lips. The proximity of your mouth, bewitchingly close yet not quite touching, was killing him. Let alone the brush of your skin under his fingertips and the shared warmth of your breaths mingling in the same intimate airspace.

"Disgust." It fell from your mouth with the softness of a chainsaw blade cutting through his guts. Tommy's eyes widened, his ego crashing on the ground and shattering like a broken mirror. He didn't react at first, confused by your harsh words, which contrasted with your angelic smile, "I felt disgusted." You tilted your head to the side, your face turning into winter again, "Now you better move from the way if you don’t want me to crush your lungs."

Tommy was about to back off in terror when he saw you moving your hand, recalling the excruciating torture you had used on him, when the door opened.

"Sorry for being late." Polly's voice erupted in the room, saving you from spending another minute alone with Tommy. God blessed her.

"Let me help you with that." He finally said, trying his best to keep his composure at the realization that he would never be able to predict you. Never be able to control you. And never be able to overcome the fear you inspires him. His fingers closed on the basket’s handle, right above your reddened wrist, and they lifted it to relieve your frail arm from the pain before he quickly stepped away from you.

"Alright, glad to see the two of you didn't butcher each other in my absence. What a wonderful improvement."

"An improvement that is." Tommy replied, pressing his palms against the table now that he had put the basket on the wooden surface, and slightly leaning above it as Polly and you took place.

" I was talking with the doctor about Michael's health. We have very short time left: he's almost done with him, and both Ada and Lizzie are coming. Heaven, dear, what about Arthur?" She inquired, her black eyes meeting yours.

"He's still in his office at the Shelby factory. But I must admit I thought that it would be only you and me." You stated resentfully.

"I know, love and I'm sorry about it but you wouldn't have come if I told you that Tommy was here." Her cold and sly hand gently squeezed your arm in a gentle gesture, so soft and full of motherly love that you couldn't really blame her anymore. Taking a quick look at the clock on the wall, you sighed.

"Hurry up. Tell me what's about."

"Ain't going to keep you waiting,” Tom started and went straight to the point, motivated by the desire to see you leave this room as soon as possible, “ I want you to meet Luca Changretta."

"Thomas!" You exclaimed.

"No. You listen to me now," The gangster replied, pointing at you with his index finger, "As you know I've encountered him in the meeting room of the Shelby Company factory. We came to an agreement that stipulates that women and children shouldn't be included in the Vendetta. With that, we can guarantee a certain safety for you, Polly, Ada, Finn, and the kids."

"How... Quaint." You stated, pursing your lips in a bratty pout, "And what's the link between your deal and me potentially meeting the man who wants to see my husband dead?"

"Considering this, one of the women of this family can approach him. The idea was that Polly could meet with him and ask him to spare the family, especially Michael. In return, she would lure me into a specific place and at a specific time so that this bastard can set an ambush and kill me." As Tommy explained the original plan, you side-eyed Polly who nodded at each sentence in an attempt to reassure you.

"The problem is Luca knows the strong bond I have with my nephews. Even if I use the role of the mother ready to do everything to save her son, I fear it won't be enough to convince him. But you..." She left her sentence hanging, Tommy's raspy voice completing it. Shelbys, you swore. Sometimes you wondered if they had some telepathic shit going on between them.

"So, who despises me as much as Luca does but still bore the name Shelby?" His gaze almost burnt you.

" Makes sense." You replied, fingers playing nervously with your dress' fabric under the table as you swallowed all the information just heard. Against all odds, his idea was impressively clever — Tommy might have a plethora of flaws but stupidity wasn’t one of them.

"Polly will help you arrange a meeting with him in a club. You talk with him, explain how you do this to save your husband, and if he asks more questions proceed with talking about our relationship." Now that they had finished talking, Tommy and his aunt were both staring at you, impatiently waiting for your answer before everyone else's arrival. The truth was, you complicated things further since your face didn't let any emotion on display.

"Well, I've heard enough." You simply said, getting up from your chair and making your way to the bedroom's door under the two pairs of confused eyes. Once you reached it, you grabbed the handle and watched them from above your shoulder, an amused but sharp grin dancing on your lips. "When Apocalypse comes, it seems like even Thomas Shelby wants the Devil on his team." You mused, entertained by the situation. No matter his neutral demeanor, he needed you. "That's fine with me." Your quick agreement was certainly not something Tommy and Polly expected, judging by the way they looked at you, then at each other to make sure they heard well. But as illogical as it seemed, the reasons behind your will to get involved in the Vendetta were a matter of course: You were sick of playing the nice and fragile wife who nervously waited for her husband. You didn't come all the way back to Birmingham to be a quiet and patient little thing. You came to make them all shatter and shake at your fingertips. All you wished was to protect your man and show the world that they better fear Arthur Shelby's wife as much as him if it isn't more

Polly followed on your heels when you opened the door, grabbing your arm and leading you outside.

"The hell you're doing?" You inquired, surprised by her sudden strength.

"One last thing. I need you to keep Arthur busy and to make him come too late for the meeting." The fierce aunt's grip closed a bit firmer around your wrist, making you wince.

"Why that ay? He has every right to attend it. He's the vice president deputy of that company as well as the oldest brother." If there was one thing Polly expected, it was you defending your husband tooth and nail. And yet she had many tricks in her sleeve.

"We don't want him to pull the trigger anymore. It's time for him to delegate and stay out of the battlefield. We didn't climb the social ladder this high to keep dirtying our hands."

Polly's speech made you blink, astonished one could scheme behind a family member's back. "Hey, that's freaking unfair for Art. You have to discuss the matter with him, it's his job we're talking. Ouch!" You whimpered when she squeezed you harder, her eyes begging you to listen.

"Think about the baby! It will need its father! We don't want him in danger any longer so please, please keep him busy just like we, women, know how to do. It's the modern approach, White Devil."

"Modern approach. Of course.”

"Oh, Angel." Arthur said, his gravel voice underlined with a light surprise when he saw you entering his office. He was putting on his long black coat, ready to leave for the family meeting. As soon as his piercing blue eyes landed on your delicate frame he walked towards you, "Why you here? You alright? " He immediately inquired, his protective nature had grown far bigger since you'd joined him in this cursed city. The soft glow of affection shone in your eyes as you looked at him, your glossy and plump lips greeting him with a bestowed smile so sweet and radiant with love that the hurricane of worries in Arthur's skull hushed down.

"Everything's alright!"

"Ain't it good news, ay." He cheered despite being in a hurry, before putting his large and rough hands on your forearms with an adorable bluntness so specific to him and rubbing them to warm your skin up, "Well look, lovely to see you but I'm late for a meeting."

"Just five minutes." You asked, coming closer until your breasts flattened against his chest, "Five teeny-tiny minutes, please?" The way your eyebrows raised and your mouth pouted enlightened your angelic face with an irresistible bratty look that never failed to get him on his knees. Arthur quickly moistened his lips while weighing the pros and cons, but it didn't take long for him to make up his mind. Especially when gazing upon that woman-child face of yours.

"Alright, alright." His raspy voice blurted out. Arthur brought his fingers in your hair to slip one of your long white locks behind your ear with an indescribable tenderness. "Needy little thing already missed her husband eh?" He cooed with amusement, his strict facial traits melting as he talked to you, tamed by your presence.

"I did.” You purred with a quick but oh-so-sincere smile, “But I also need to talk to you. Sit, please?” You suggested, the amusement of your tone brightening up his dull day. Joining motion to speech, you gently pushed him back with your two index fingers pressed on his chest. Arthur followed your movements, a bewitched smirk etched on his mouth. Just like your own reflection, each time you took a step forth he took one back, until the back of his knees bumped against the desk chair. Enthralled and with lust-dilated pupils, his eyes spoke a love that transcended words. Arthur’s body finally dropped on the chair, and if he was already focused on nothing else but you, the whole universe faded into utter insignificance when you sat on his lap, straddling him. The contact between your two hips ignited a vivid desire within, which spread through his bones like wildfire and snatched a satisfied “hum” from him.

“What it is ye want to say?” Arthur inquired, the hoarseness of his voice carrying a softness no one suspected him to hide. Despite everything you’ve been through lately, including the indescribable disappointment due to his drug relapse, you had allowed your relationship to slowly heal. Arthur was obviously still on trial, well aware that he needed to outperform himself to gain your precious trust back but at least you came home right after John’s funeral, and that was all that matters at the moment. You had been crystal clear, now the ball was in his court.

A very short but comfortable silence floated over the room at his question, your reply taking the form of your fingers losing themselves in his slicked-back hair, massaging his head.

“Are you really in a rush?” Your voice, a delicate dance of enchantment and teasing, wove through the air and left Arthur even more captivated than he already was while you relished on every little adorable of his face — his myriad freckles were surely one of your favorite complexions of him. Finally, a long exhale escaped from your nostrils. How much you would have loved to stay locked up here with him forever, just you, him, and the baby, far away from this cruel world… “Peu importe ce qui se passe tu sais que je serai toujours à tes côtés, n'est-ce pas?” (translation: No matter what happens you know I'll always stand by your side, don't you?)

"I know." He replied in English. The sensation of your fingertips applying the perfect pressure on his head combined with your haunting French got him definitely wrapped around your fingers. The lanky gangster was at the very edge of purring, his eyes half-closed and his piercing iris looking at you through his dark lashes with intoxication.

As he enjoyed your massage, Arthur made the most of your proximity and let his palms wander on your dainty body, unable to keep them off you. In truth, it was nearly impossible for him not to become all handsy when you were around, no matter the where and the when. His rough hands roamed all over your being, invading every part of you. He was everywhere, softly kneading your small breasts, then trailing down your ribs to finally end his race on your hips he seized more firmly, almost bruising you in the process “I must say ya one hell of a cruel witch, love. You come here all hot and bratty.” He cooed, the gravel in his voice rumbling. It was so low, so powerful that it didn’t even sound like a voice but a feeling. His peculiar tone was an inextinguishable fire that enveloped your body, scorched your core, and wrapped your tired mind in a comforting haze. “Makes me feel bad to leave without taking care of ya like a good husband would do, right here on me desk…” You replied with an adorable giggle and Arthur slightly bucked his hips to press himself more against you, just for the sole pleasure of feeling his body colliding with yours. It’s not enough, he thought. It was never enough. There was always too much fabric, too much space, too much of everything between you except when he was buried deep inside of your core, both of you making one as you were meant to be. Another wave of excitement coursed through you, and you had to fight against the irresistible haze he stirred in you. Delicate as a feather, you put your two tiny hands on his cheeks and raised his face for your eyes to meet — flaring steel sinking in lethal frost. “But tell me, what's that important hm?”

“First you have to promise me to stay calm. Will you?” You asked, batting your eyelashes like an untamable child about to tell her dad she had just destroyed the expensive family vase. The kind of look that drove Arthur crazy. Sometimes he still found himself astounded by how your face could go from terrifyingly cold to adorably childish. Saying that your words didn’t awaken a bit of worry inside of him would be a lie, but one sole glace at your angelic traits was enough to keep his rage leashed.

“Gonna try me best for ya, hm.” His dark blue irises were enraptured by the movements of your lips each time you spoke — your words were blurring, and his attention was turning into obsession: He missed you. Body, heart, and soul. “Hev…” He sighed in delight as your small hands abandoned his face to unbutton his shirt and paw at his chest.

“You won’t interrupt?” You mused, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck and mouthing against his warm skin. Your thumbs were now tracing circles on his chest, smoothing his hairs.

“Told ya, angel. Your Arthur will try to be a good boy.”

“Well… I went to the hospital to keep company to Polly. I thought we would discuss trivial things but then she asked me to keep you busy.” You finally admitted, “She and Thomas wanted you to miss today’s meeting.” As painful words melt with the delightful sensations of your caresses, the sky in Arthur’s eyes darkened with black and stormy clouds. His body stiffened under yours.

“What the fuck that’s s’posed to mean?” He growled, anger already boiling in his veins like a dangerous geyser about to burst. Fortunately enough, your calming presence helped him contain his violent temper — such was your almost supernatural effect on him. Different and yet so similar, Arthur Shelby was made of destructive fire that burnt the people around him as much as him. And yet, his fire never really intended to hurt: quite the contrary, it sought to stay warm and inviting, like a low fire dancing in a hearth. When it blazed out of control, even he couldn't prevent the damage done. You, on the other hand, were made of water. Just like a dangerously cold ocean, you were terrifying, infinite, and relentless, your calm prone to silent but always deadly tempests. “Why the fuck would they do that?!” He cursed louder this time. Feeling your man’s temper wearing thin, you gave a gentle lick on his neck to snatch his attention from his corrosive emotions. Your flat tongue trailed up his sharp jaw to his earlobe — the wet and hot caress on his skin sent thrills of arousal all over him and allowed his mind to focus on something more pleasant than this cruel betrayal.

“Because they want you to stop pulling the trigger.” You explained as quietly as you could, gently rubbing your cheek against his like a cat looking for both affection and attention. It seemed to do the trick: his face was still distorted with latent rage, the thick vein in his temple pumping, but at least he wasn’t turning the office over with his fists nor was he yelling so, overall, it was still a win. “Modern approach they call it.” You added, using Polly's exact words to the difference that you peppered his lips with small pecs, talking between each pair of smooches to make the pill easier to swallow, “You become a general and Aberama takes care of Changretta… That’s their plan.”

Breathing loudly through his nose, the gangster pressed his lips together until they formed a very thin line, “Modern approach ay?” Anger coiled like a snake amids the hurricane of his resentment, its hiss echoing through Arthur’s skull. “They just wanna take me job away.” He stated, more for himself than anyone else, still digesting the news. “And they want to use ya against me? Bloody pricks.” Overpowered by an immense feeling of injustice, Arthur didn’t realize that he was digging his fingers in your thighs a bit more painfully than intended, but his roughness only fanned the flames of your own wickedness. Your skillful fingers explored him, nails brushing his ribs, then palms caressing his slim abs as if seeking to defuse the ticking bomb he was.

“I wanted to tell you everything because nothing in this fucking world will make me stand against you... I may agree with the idea of keeping you safe from harm but not at the expense of your trust.” You confessed, finally pulling your face from his neck and wrapping him in a relieving hug with your frail arms. If he hadn’t kept his eyes open, he would have sworn that it wasn’t your arms that were surrounding him but two soft and protective feathery wings. His rough hands, which hadn't moved, spread your thighs to feel your warmth through the thin fabric of your lace thong. Fireworks exploded in you at the hard bulge that was pressing between your legs, leading you to bite your fleshy lip. Arthur finally let out a long sigh and shook his head, wanting the only thing that could wash away the rage that was eating him up — one of his hands left your flesh only for his fingers to slip between your parted thighs and shift your panties to the side.

"C'm'here," He ordered, his breathing increasingly louder and faster.

"Love, you should really go to this meeting." You advised, shivering at the feeling of his long fingers fondling your slit.

"To hell with their meeting, they don't even want me here eh. Need ye right now." With skillful movements, he unzipped his fly and lowered his trousers just enough to free his half-hardened cock and slid it between your sensitive folds, the pleasure and anticipation crashing against you like a rogue wave against the shore. "I feel me bloody mind drift again... And I know I'mma butcher someone if yer lovely lil' cunt doesn't keep me warm." The ghost of a little smirk danced on his lips, mustache lifting on the right side of his mouth when he noticed that his words had the effect he wished for: More of your wetness trickled along his shaft and you had started to grind against him, low key moaning. “I don't fucking know what I'll do without ya..." Without waiting another minute, the gangster lined up with your begging entrance and slowly pushed his swollen tip inside.

"Yes, f-fuck them." You sighed, your nails digging into his back and your legs quivering at the overwhelming feeling of him stretching you. Usually, Arthur wasn't the patient kind and, as it was the case at this very moment, all he wanted to slam his far-too-big cock in you in one forceful thrust to have you whimper and wiggle above him, and yet, he wished to keep it languid for now. It wasn't a rough fuck he wanted, at least for now, but sexual and emotional comfort. The first sweet fantasy that plagued his mind wasn't to cum, but rather to enjoy the blissful and addictive sensation of his thick length opening your throbbing walls inch by inch and filling you entirely.

"There, I know ye can take it all." He gently bumped your cheek with his nose while his smirk turned into a sharp-toothed grin pitching half between the remnant of his anger and satisfaction.

“S’too big…” You stuttered, eyes shut and the telltale of a blush painting across your doll face. With toes curling in your high heels and your arms around his neck, you rolled your eyes in the back of your head as he pushed further. It never seemed to end, and yet it always ended up fitting despite your size difference.

“Bloody Hell, how are ya so tight after years of me ruining ya?" His words were spoken with animal growls — The truth was he had always loved the fact you were too small for him in every sense of the term. Despite the pain, a frail whimper escaped from your mouth, soon accompanied by your legs naturally parting more, instinctively submitting to him and his needs. With a meaner thrust, Arthur had no other choice but to force the way one last time to fill you completely, and when it was finally done, he let out a loud moan at the way your tight walls hugged him. "Shh, shh, that's okay." His strong hands seized your hips stronger to keep you from wiggling and pulling your them back in reflex, "A good girl ye are hmm?" You nodded in reply. It was only when his cock hit your deepest spot that Arthur stopped, buried inside of you, hard and unmoving, your bodies entirely connected. Another bratty whine escaped from your mouth, a little protesting sound that drove him mad with lust and almost made him forget that his initial desire was just to keep you sitting nice and quiet on his cock. “C’mon love, t’wasnt that hard. Yer should be used to it.” The only reply he got was you rolling your hips to adjust to his size for a comfortable cockwarming session — the most effective thing you had found to tame his most wicked tantrums or his adrenaline-fueled passions. The first time had been hell for him, who seemed to be unable not to pound you once he penetrated you — and yet he had learnt to love every little things of it: The intimacy, the constant but manageable pleasure, the cock-drunk and appeased look on your face…

"Missed you, Art'...'" You breathed and hummed, barely rolling your hips but still slightly moving on his cock to enjoy it massaging your walls, "Aren't you angry anymore?" You asked a bit too sheepishly, laying a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Nah, not anymore 'cause yer such a nice angel for your Arthur,” He grabbed your ass firmly, long fingers adorned with cold rings spreading on your cheeks to have a wider grip “Making him find peace between your legs ay?” The stretch had become comfortable by now, and you were both fully enjoying each other, him completely high by your warmth and wetness. “Making him pray God with your holy pussy.”

“Fuck…” You sighed, throwing your head back, feeling perfectly full — maybe a bit too much but pain blurred with exquisite ecstasy. “B-But think about it, Arthur. What about letting Aberama do the job? We would stay locked up in the house and do nothing but fuck until the whole Vendetta is over and we go back home?” You suggested, flush burning your porcelain cheeks and giving them a rosy color. The melody of your words — along with how good he felt deep inside of you —snatched a low moan from him. Yet, as much as he yearned for your offer, his conscience needed blood to be able to rest.

“Got no choice, love.” His two hands left your body shortly to grab each side of your lace dress and take it out of you, throwing the garment somewhere in his office to have you exposed and vulnerable while he was still fully dressed. Once naked, he cupped your small breasts and started kneading them with blunt caresses that made you squeal: you were already sensitive because of your hidden pregnancy. “John wants me to do it.”

"Fuck!" You cursed when he moved along with you, your hips dancing together and intensifying the burning arousal that was coursing through you. Sliting you open and having you moaning on his cock wasn't enough anymore. His arms suddenly wrapped you possessively, pulling your two bodies even closer. So close the cold gold of his cross necklace on your skin sent thrills of pleasure down your spine. "He wouldn't want you to risk your life."

“It was me who shot the old man.” Arthur’s mouth, eager to find yours, crashed against your lips in a kiss so passionate that it took your breath away. One of them rough hands stroked your back in an overwhelming cocktail of caresses and scratches, waltzing on every inch of your skin while the other pinched one of your nipples — A second kiss captured your mouth, his tongue making its way into your parted lips to seek for yours, not minding the thin trickle of saliva at the corner of them. “John is dead because of me,” He breathed between two savage kisses, “And I’m gonna make it right.” His voice was merely a low whisper combined with ragged breaths and soft, gravelly moans.

"S'that was you want?" You managed to ask, losing your fingers in his hair and your mind in a fog of carnal delight. Forehead pressed against forehead, you reopened your frozen eyes and dived into his, words becoming more and more useless as a tornado of raw emotions and sincerity swirled in the blue of his iris: His need to avenge John was visceral and you understood that his mind wouldn't be able to find rest if he couldn't kill Luca Changretta, hence putting an end to the vicious cycle of vengeance. And you definitely hadn't the heart to deny him this unhealthy yet efficient way of exorcising both his guilt and his baby brother's death. “So be it.” You finally granted, endless love shining in your eyes. After all, if there was something you could understand it was vengeance. Torturing and butchering five men didn’t bring your family back, but the pleasure of watching life slipping away from them had nonetheless helped you put up with that excruciating wound, "But when you’ll kill that bastard put two bullets through his head. One for you, and one for me.” You concluded, shifting your body slightly to take the gun that was on his desk before wrapping his neck with your two arms again. And then the mask of the lamb fell, shattering on the ground and revealing the wolf you were. A wolf that was smiling and moaning, its thumb softly caressing the weapon’s metal.

"I don't fookin' deserve ye, little one." A smile beamed on his face as you allowed him to carry on his personal vendetta — or as he felt the sensation of the gun resting against his back, his joy finding a delicious echo in his body. The circular movements of his hips turned into deep and full-length thrusts that had you throwing your head back and chanting his name.

“Mr. Shelby! “

“I’m fookin’ busy!” Arthur’s booming voice roared in the office as he slammed the door right at the man’s face. The access to the room might have been forbidden to him, but the cacophony of savage fucking and the noise of the office’s blinds being shaken left no doubt on what was happening. He finally gave up, well aware that nothing would make his boss come. It was only when he told him that two intruders had been spotted in the factory that he stormed out of the room, disheveled, shirt quickly buttoned and with a hammer in one hand. A bloodbath was coming and since nothing could be done to prevent it, Ben rather went back to work, trying to ignore the mess. With a bit of luck they would manage to put down the rabid beast Arthur Shelby was. Soon after his departure, the white-haired girl left, snuggled up in her white fur coat and as elegant as always, even if she was slightly staggering on her heels after what the gangster did to her.

“Poor girl.” Barney — another worker recently hired — stated, glancing at you as you passed by. “She’s nice. Y’know she brings us treats and pastries sometimes… What a shame that young lady had been forced to elope with this bastard.”

“Poor girl?” Ben replied to his colleague, almost choking. “Forced wedding? You’re really new here, mate. Can’t believe the doll blinded you. Something’s off with her. And force the wedding… All you have to do is pay attention to the way they look each other and then you’ll understand. And it will frighten you.”

“Ya really talking about sweet lamb Heaven?”

Ben scoffed, “A lamb… When your eyes meet Heaven Shelby’s nobody can’t tell if she wanna braid your hair or eat your heart. Lamb she’s not. Don’t get fooled by the dresses and heels, she’s not playing doll. She only makes violence look better.”

Barney became silent at his friend’s sordid statement, the far away sound of Arthur yelling, bones breaking and agonizing screams resounded in the depths of the factory along with the machines’ roars. Amidst the smells of hot metal, sweat and paint lingered the spring-like fragrances of your perfume, which confused him even more.

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mxpseudonym · 3 years ago

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Hi, i'm not sure if you do requests for imagines/oneshots, so my apologies if you dont. Though if you do could you write a Luca changretta x reader imagine where the reader is his childhood bestfriend and they haven't seen eachother in years because the readers family kept Them away from Luca? And then one Day they are eachother again and its a really Sweet reunion? I hope this is alright 😊

Pairing: Luca Changretta x OC (or characterized reader)

OC gender expression: she/her pronouns

Note: I don't write reader inserts much anymore, so I took that liberty but I hope you enjoy. I have a whole backstory of Giada's family, mainly her brother spiraling to get to this point so I just need you to know this ask really inspired me, haha. I've also had this written since like, the week you first asked this I just never got around to editing it and posting. Enjoy!

"You're never gonna see that boy again," their brother snarled in her ear.

Everything. Giada's brother had everything he could ask for. Freedom, money, the family business. And now this. Her eyes could only focus on Luca even as she heard the scathing words.

"For once, I'll do anything if," she began a feeble attempt in a quiet voice.

"No." Nick cut her off. "This fucking criminal made a fool of us and you want to ignore it for what? To have playdates? So,”

"It's okay," Luca said, though he was betrayed by his own damp eyes. "It won't be that bad."

"What?" Giada gapped, trembling hands barely grasping the switchblade Nick forced into them.

"Stab the boy, end your alliance," Nick ordered.

There was no use looking around at the gang of devoted men Nick had standing by or even Luca's two friends who looked like shells of themselves. She could only look at Luca. He stepped towards her, and with every flick of the street lights coming in through the junkyard fence along his face, he changed between being the most mature man she knew and still just a 16-year-old boy. Luca grabbed her hand and placed the blade firmly in it. Even at this moment, he took care of her, knowing she'd never done something like this before.

"Don't be scared. It's just the one," He said. Giada felt Luca's arms wrap around her, a false comfort as she heard him grunt. With Luca's hand guiding her, Giada's hand pushed the blade into his abdomen, a clean and deep wound. His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "That wasn't so bad."

"Lu-luca," she whispered, after a moment. The hug weighed her down as he slumped onto her. "Luca!"

Giada blew away the memory with the exhale of her cigarette smoke. It had been almost 20 years since getting ripped away from Luca and dragged home. Nothing would be the same after that. She begged and pleaded with her parents to understand her and scold her brother and let her see Luca. But considering the Changrettas never retaliated against the Sparacias, she guessed he promised he'd never see her again either.

Eventually, her family looked at her like they had no idea why she was still on about it. When the pain became too much, she asked to visit her grandparents in Sicily. Her parents considered her responsible enough to travel alone since she was 13, and thought her request was her getting back to normal. But two weeks into her visit she took a potato from her grandmother and began peeling it for her.

"I feel like I'm in a room of people I love, shouting at the top of my lungs. But everyone's decided not to hear me," Giada explained.

"I knew there was a reason you'd visit in the fall. Very unlike you to miss the summer harvest," her grandmother mused. Giada finished the potato and turned to her only solace.

"Nonna, can't I stay here?"

"You're young. So I'll let you run away once."

That one time lasted well into her adulthood, and at 36 she was finally back from running away. There were many things she could miss, but her brother's second wedding, at her Nonna's insistence, was one they could not. The reception was grand and roaring in a stunning hotel her family owned now.

The door she left cracked, opened fully with a creak, and her quiet moment on the stone balcony came to an end. Her eyes remained on the full moon, however, even when she could tell it was her brother by the floral tobacco that wafted around her.

"I'm impressed that you can hold a grudge over your family for so long. Is it so difficult to choose blood over water," he asked, straight to the point. Giada flicked the ash from her stub of a cigarette.

"Why do you always do that?"

"What?" Nick asked in disbelief that there was anything he was at fault for in this situation.

"Why do you act upset like you're mad at me for your plan working? You made up a lie and you separated me from the person I was closest to. Why can't I be mad? You won, right? Everyone believed you. And now all these years later, I can't talk about it because it wouldn't be worth making a fuss over. That's what hurts the most. There's not a week I don't think about Luca, but everyone else is so far past it."

"So what do you want so you'll forgive me? Huh? Money?"

Giada turned her eyes to Nick. He did look handsome on his wedding day, she'd give him that. But he was still a power-hungry maniac who, at his core, was an idiot. How could he be 8 years older than her? Was it their father who made him like that?

"When have I ever wanted your money? Apologize or don't, I don't care. I'll be back in Italy soon enough and you don't have to worry about it."

"Giada, I'm telling you,"

"Isn't that forgiveness?" She stopped him before heading to the door. "And you didn't even have to work for it, I did it myself like always."

"Well you still came back, didn't you?" Nick smirked.

"You're right," Giada confirmed. But so badly she wanted to finish the sentence.

But not for you.

It was fucking hot. Giada used to say it was stupid to sneak alcohol during heat waves because it would just make them hotter. Luca chuckled at the memory as he filled a glass of water in the sink.

He was pretty sure there was a Sparacia wedding today, a Saturday. Pretty sure? He already knew Nick Sparacia was getting married again. He kept tabs on the family the best he could without being suspicious. His family had long spat on the grave of his friendship from 20 years ago. Who cares what 16 year olds do? But Giada...

Luca looked down at his bare chest, angling to better see the faint scar that remained. He always wondered why he pushed the blade so deep. He was in the hospital for longer than they expected because of that. But at the moment, he just wanted it to be over for her. 20 years later he'd do it all again. Where the hell was she, anyway? She never was around for the family events, or so he heard through the grapevine.

"Luca!"

Luca's apartment door burst open and his right-hand man ran in. Luca cleared his throat as if that didn't just restart his heart and motioned for the panting man to talk.

"She's here. That girl you're always talking about, Giada Sparacia?"

"I don't talk about her that much,"

"She's in New York," Vinny yelled.

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's a big deal. The prodigal daughter that betrayed a Changretta is back."

Sneaking out when you're young was all about finding the right moment. You pass a note to your accomplice, somehow, someway. Then, during a party, offer to help and wait until people aren't paying much attention. At night, wait until your parents check your room for the second time. When you're leaving school, in between classes is best. The best crimes are the ones no one knows even happened.

When you're an adult, Giada found, it's not much different. It was a Changretta worker who approached her while she was grocery shopping with her mother and grandmother. The message was delivered: Luca Changretta would like to see you upstate on Saturday morning.

"I'll get the artichokes we forgot today. It's hot though, so you don't need to come, Nonna," Giada announced over breakfast. Her parents lived alone nowadays with her youngest cousin Damon. They were so happy to have her back that she almost felt bad for leaving.

"Take my car," her father told her, pointing to the keys hanging on the wall. "I'm just happy to see you got passed whatever it was you were hung up on."

"Exactly. You always seemed to understand family over everything except that time you fought with your brother," her mother chuckled. Giada gave them a tight smile as her grandmother patted her knee under the table.

"If we're all done, I'll do the dishes."

Giada's eye twitched over stabbing her best friend in a shoddy junkyard as a child being boiled down to "fighting with her brother" the whole drive to this location. It was a cafe far away from the divided boroughs of their city, a smart choice, though it was farther away.

The best way to sneak out of the house is by causing a scene about going somewhere trivial. The Changretta family breakfast concluded and Luca stood and charmed his way around the room.

"Where are you going, Luca?" His mother asked him, making eyes around the room turn to them.

"It's a hot day, and I'm pretty sure the pool will be swimming with... very lovely women. Ah!"

He took the smack from his mother with grace as his brother cheered and chided him for being a scoundrel. All that waiting for the right time stuff was too much work, Luca huffed as he hopped into his car.

He chose the Rose Café nearly an hour and a half north of Brooklyn because he'd been there once when he was checking on the Changretta's expanding warehouses. It was small and friendly, and peaceful. Even when it was crowded, it was quiet and spacious. It was the kind of place, that could easily become "our place."

He pulled up outside of it and paused. There were questions the realistic part of his mind needed the answers to. Would she show up? What if she didn't want to see him? What if she used her complex sneaking out strategy that always left him waiting on her?

He chuckled at the last thought. She'd come.

Giada looked in the mirror and tried taking a deep breath. She was too early. Much too early. Early enough to start asking herself all of the questions she didn't have time to entertain before. What if he changed his mind? Did he actually want to see her? What if he wanted revenge? She'd let him, if she were honest.

She swallowed hard. The Rose Cafe bathroom was too small all of a sudden, she needed fresh air. She needed a cigarette.

Giada stepped past the waitresses and hostess, making her way through the lobby and out the door. She dug in her bag, only looking up when she grasped the small tobacco tin. Her body froze before her mind could process.

"Giada," Luca said like a full sentence. He leaned against his Bentley with a cigarette in hand. She ran down the steps quickly, jumping over the last one and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It was a feat given how tall he was now, but she managed like her life depended on it.

"Luca, Luca, Luca," she gasped. His name was a watery praise coming from her lips as her tears soaked his chest. "It wasn't okay. It was that bad."

It took Luca a moment to understand her reference to the last things he told her, but he only hugged her tighter when he did.

"Why do you always remember every little thing?"

"How could I forget?" She smacked his back. "I could never forget you."

"It wasn't okay, and it was that bad, but we found our way back didn't we?"

"Yes, we did."

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inkyblinders · 4 years ago

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Dancing with the Devil: Part II

Part 1

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Author’s note: This was so embarrassing to write not because of smut...but because I’m crushing hard on Adrien Brody right now. And I can’t even share this obsession with anyone because… he’s kinda niche? Someone please reassure me that I’m just going through a phase because dear God why can’t I stop watching Darjeeling Limited just to see him ahhh.

The story picks up right after the end of Part 1, so I recommend reading that first. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, let me know what you think!

Summary: Following your meeting with Luca Changretta, you face the Shelby family and Tommy's reaction. (2.6k words)

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing

Tag: Let me know if you would like to be added or removed

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You barely make it into your bedroom before he is all over you. The buttons of his crisp, tailored shirt fall like marbles. He moans when you nip the skin of his neck, right over his tattoo of the black cross, legs tangled together like a depraved waltz.

When he grinds into you, you shudder deliciously at the hardness that meets between your bare thighs.

How easy would it be for him to kill you after he fucks you, leaving your corpse twisted in the bedsheets. You know Tommy would find it when he eventually remembers that he has not seen you for days.

“Signorita, you know I come to you with the most honorable of intentions.” He murmurs, as if sensing your thoughts.

“You're not a very honorable man then.” A laugh that turns into a gasp as he trails his hand lower and strokes between your legs. No, not very honorable at all. And pretty soon all thoughts of honor are forgotten as he coaxes a moan from your throat.

His fingers are magic. The cold outline of his onyx rings scald your skin each time he crooks a finger inside you. Knowing exactly what you need, seeking your depths, swirling, rising to rub the clit, all the while exploring the flushed expanse of your body with his other hand.

Shoulder to breasts to hips and back again.

Without meaning to, you’ve let this stranger take control of your entire being. But God, do you crave this pure ecstasy.

It’s as if he wants to know precisely how much you can take before you're undone. So when you clench around his hand and feel the familiar ache he is right there, helping you ride the wave of pleasure, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusting fingers even as you curse, rake your nails down his back.

You almost cry out his name when you come. But you bite into his shoulder instead.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna have to hear you next time.” He growls.

His words barely register as you come down from the high. Aftershocks spark like tiny flames. Now you are wearing his scent as much as he is wearing yours.

“Be inside me,” You whimper, tugging at his soft hair, urging him for more.

He rasps an empty warning, “What's my name, sweetheart?”

Of course. All this time you've never acknowledged you know of his identity. There was no use in trying to hide it now.

“Luca,” you breathe. And his eyes gleam with approval.

With a snap of his hips, he plunges into silky warmth. The fullness stretches you to your limit, head thrown back. It’s good, so good. Every withdrawal of his thrust is a blessing because you know what follows next. It’s him inside you again, wrapping you with his touch and the scent of tobacco and roses.

“Does your Tommy fuck you like this? Like the way I do?”

“He’s not mine.” You choke out, punishing Luca with a bite on the neck that elicits a chuckle rather than a yelp of pain.

He kisses you, your foreheads pressed together. “A damn shame for him.” Soon he starts to quicken his pace, going faster, more erratic, his breathing heavy upon your ears.

Yes, you urge him, come on, now.

And this is your chance. In a flash you roll on top of him, pinning down his shoulders with your hands. He tries to arch up but you stop him with a knee.

“How many men did you bring, Changretta?” You ask, making your voice rough to mask the lust, pressing your hands around his jugular.

It's a pleasure to see him like this. Shocked at your actions, maybe even scared. Naked with want but unable to do anything to relieve it. Unless he tells the truth.

“Fifteen. Why baby, am I not enough for you?” He laughs breathlessly, hands trailing goosebumps along your hips, tracing the contour of your breasts. The jib doesn't hurt you. After all, men have said worse. He tries to surge into you again, and his hot member pulses on your thighs.

“Do you swear on your honor? That you’re telling the truth?” You insist, squeezing him harder. The touch brands his skin as much as it brands yours.

In a voice full of self-mockery he says, “Yes I swear on my honor. Now let me in, clever Isabel.”

You take him in you, the sensations amplify a thousandfold. You try teasing him, going slowly in and out, but soon you are caught up in the sensation of him completely at your mercy and you ride him, faster, until you keen his name, until he too is undone.

****

Through the haze of dawn, he stumbles out of bed and gets dressed. Before he dons his hat once more, Luca leans down to whisper in your ear, as soft as sin.

“You tell Tommy Shelby he may expect a visitor in the night. I'm coming for him as the angel of death. The vendetta has begun…” He kisses your hair.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

The door clicks shut. You rise from your pillow, and a small, hard lump rolls next to your hand.

It is a signet ring of onyx and gold.

****

“So we all get a death letter from the mafia, but Izzy gets jewelry?” Ada huffs as the family filters into the betting shop. As usual, Tommy holds court at the front of the table, brooding over a glass of whiskey. You roll your eyes as Arthur and John try to cover their snort of laughter with a cough.

“If you want it, you can have it, Ada. He’s probably planning on killing me too.”

“Doubt it. You’re not a Shelby, and we’re the ones who killed his father. Well, someone did, to be precise.” She shoots a bitter look at Tommy, who doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

Despite Ada’s matter-of-fact tone, the words cut to your heart. Not a Shelby.

It’s not her fault. No one knows you’ve been sleeping with Tommy, not even your dearest friend. It’s a lonely secret to keep, but at least you can look at the family square in the eye and not have to worry about the things they say behind your back. Or worse, pity you.

You can handle the violence and moral ambiguity of Tommy’s business. But to lose the love and respect of the Shelbys would break your heart.

“What was the mafia man like, Izzy?” Finn asks eagerly. It’s obvious the boy is thinking of the dashing, gun-wielding gangsters he’s seen in the pictures.

“He was a wrinkly old brute. Kind of like your arsehole brother Tommy.” A smile to take the edge off the insult. But Tommy only looks off into space. As if he hasn't paid attention to this entire conversation.

Arthur clears his throat. “Now, let’s get one thing straight. It was me who pulled the trigger on his dad, so the blame falls on me.” He pats Linda’s hand even as his voice is heavy with guilt.

“No one’s blaming you Arthur, you weren’t the brains behind the operation, no offense.” Ada says. He is about to say something when Polly cuts in.

“Stop squabbling like children. We’ve all voted for truce, despite everything Tommy’s done to us—” The words nearly having us hanged hover pointedly in the air. “—So let’s focus on the matter at hand." She fixes Tommy with a sharp look.

“What’s the news from Camden Town? Will Solomons help us?”

“No.” He says tiredly. And all of a sudden you feel sorry for teasing him. He look gaunt. There are shadows under his eyes, even more so than usual. Without you to remind him to eat, you can imagine his diet for the past few days consisted more of alcohol and cigarettes than anything substantial.

“Spent three hours on a fucking tour of his bakery and another pretending to drink his piss-poor rum. I think he was trying to get me sloshed so I’d forget what I came for.” Tommy rubs his head.

“He’s refusing to send his men to help. Said he’s not going to go after another oppressed people.”

“Did you tell him the Italians are rounding up Jews in their country as we speak?” Polly asks incredulously.

“Wouldn’t make a difference to Alfie. Besides, that’s just an excuse. He’s really just a fucking coward.”

Polly looks troubled at this, as does the rest of the family. Everyone had been counting on Alfie’s friendship with Tommy, however peculiar, to help them with the vendetta. What they hadn’t expected was his extreme sense of self-perseverance. How are they going to protect themselves now?

“Before everyone panics, I’d like to say something.” Tommy clears his throat, setting down the whisky.

“As you may all know, two nights ago our Izzy encountered Mr. Changretta in the Garrison. He bought her a drink and asked her to deliver an official beginning of the vendetta.” He chooses this time to finally look at you. You hold his gaze until he looks shiftily away.

“We can also assume that he has been scoping out Small Heath, looking for any weaknesses on our turf. Now, Izzy has something to share with you all.”

You stand up uncertainly. The last time a woman other than Polly tried to speak her mind at the table it had been Esme, who still refuses to come to the betting shop unless Tommy is not here.

“While Mr. Changretta was, er, indisposed at the Garrison, I found some items in his coat that I think could be useful.” You fish out a passport and a stack of papers from your skirt pockets.

“Good job, Izzy! Oh, I knew we could count on you more than my idiot brother.” Ada beams.

“Becoming a right little spy, eh?” John ruffles your hair good-naturedly. As everyone gathers around, Polly gives a low whistle.

“Goodness, if this is your definition of an ugly brute, I wonder who’ll really catch your fancy, darling.”

You flush. The documents were obtained shortly after Luca had fallen asleep. It was an exercise in agility, trying to extricate yourself from his tangle of limbs, especially when you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, encased in his warmth.

To your own credit, the papers were highly useful indeed. Some were maps of Birmingham, circles drawn in places where the Shelbys are known to frequent. The Garrison. Charlie’s Yard. The Arrow House. There was also stationary from The Stanton, a hotel just outside of the city.

There had been another piece of paper in the stack, a letter. But you kept that for yourself.

“We all have Izzy to thank for bringing us this valuable information.” Tommy’s voice rises above the chatter. “I will be personally examining all the documents and think of a plan. In the meantime, everyone stay alert, stay armed, and stay together.”

“Now if no one has any further questions, I need to have a private word with her. Alone.”

*****

You twirl the onyx ring around your finger as everyone filters out. It’s much too big but you still wear it anyways. The thick band of gold is comforting in its own way. And despite what you told Ada earlier, you don’t want to give it to anyone else.

Tommy’s curt voice snaps you from your reverie.

“Was it good, then?”

A small muscle tics on the underside of his jaw. His previously blank expression is now cold. The coward in you compels you to feign ignorance.

“What do you mean, Tommy?” You ask lightly.

“Did it feel good to have that fucking wop inside you?”

You burst out laughing. “Christ, Tommy. Did you pick up that word from Alfie? You sound bloody ridiculous when you’re trying to be crass, you know.”

“Don’t fucking change the subject, Isabel.” Tommy snaps.

“Oh, so I’m Isabel, now? You only call me that when you’re trying to get me in bed. Is that what you want? A bit early in the evening if you ask me.”

“What I want for you is to tell me how it felt having that man inside you, inside---”

You blaze with anger. “My sex life is none of your business, even if you are an occasional participant. I did what you would have wanted, and now I’ve got intel on the Changrettas that could save your arse!”

“Do you know how dangerous it could have been? Fraternizing with the enemy is exactly what got us into trouble with the Changrettas!”

“And fraternizing with them again has given us an advantage. We know how many associates he’s brought with him, and where they are staying. Good God,” Your eyes widen as you see the mutinous look on Tommy’s face. “Are you jealous?”

The silence of the room presses in until it's almost palpable. Finally he rubs a hand over his eyes, looking utterly defeated.

“I have no right to.” He says, pained. “But I am, just the same.”

The admission of his feelings would have made your heart soar a few days ago, before you met a man who enchanted you in the Garrison. You only laugh bitterly.

“What makes this different from all those other times you made me seduce the men you wanted to spy on?”

He says nothing. But what else is there to say? The past is in the past, and so many hurts have been caused by the both of you, it would be impossible to untangle it all.

You soften your voice, laying a hand on Tommy's arm.

“Let me continue seeing him. He wants me, and we can use that. You know it will be help, you know it might save us all.”

A breath flutters in your chest as you wait for his decision. If Tommy allows it, you’ll do it in a heartbeat. The Shelbys are your family, whether you're one in name or not.

But if he refuses, then perhaps… Perhaps he might actually care for you, deeper than jealousy, deeper than he admits.

“Very well.” Tommy says finally, and something in your heart shatters. The corners of your mouth curve up in a wobbly smile.

“Thank you for trusting me, Tommy. I won’t let you down.”

“You would never let me down, no matter what you do. Just…Be careful, Izzy.”

He closes the distance between you and enfolds you in a hug. You enjoy this quiet warmth, as fragile as spider's silk. With a small laugh, you pull away, patting his arm before turning to the door.

You don't look back to see if he follows.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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Peaky Blinders - How They Care for Their Disabled S/O

In This Preference, You’ll Be Dating: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Esme Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

hello friends sometimes i post writing. this may have been a request at some point but who knows, time is an illusion.

THOMAS SHELBY

He’s overprotective but in a quiet way - he’ll send a nurse to assist you during the day, but you have no idea how many guards Tommy actually has patrolling the place. When you’re out in public with him, he often has a hand on the small of your back and scans the room to ‘make sure’ it’s safe. The anxiety and overprotectiveness really sets in when there’s trouble with business and he believes his rivals could get to you. You can call him out on this behavior, remind him you aren’t made of glass, but Tommy still struggles with the paranoia that something might go wrong. There’s a deep fear that he’s not fit to be with you, that someone kinder or more attentive would be better for you.

ARTHUR SHELBY

He treats you like he would anyone he’s in love with, which is to say like an angel that’s come to this earth. Arthur is his usual sappy, clingy self but there are times when he has intense guilt -- you have enough to worry about, you shouldn’t be dealing with a mess like him. To “make up” for that, there’s really nothing he wouldn’t do to make you more comfortable or help you get around better. He becomes very aware of your limitations so he can assist when you need it; he thinks it’s the least he can do, considering how much you help him. Side note, he will also go absolutely feral on anyone who insults you.

JOHN SHELBY

John is the sort of person who might protect you too much. He’ll want to keep you in a calm and relaxed home, preferably in the country, away from the dirty loud city -- well, he heard that was better for people’s health. He’d be stubborn about things at first, but eventually he’d listen to you when you explain the care you need. He’ll never hesitate to do something for you or get something you need, and will fight anyone that upsets you. Also, his kiddos adore you - you’re surprised to learn he taught them how to be considerate of you and help when needed.

ADA SHELBY

As your friendship gets closer, Ada reads up on your condition and listens to you so she can do her best to accommodate you when you visit her, or when she visits your house. She never treats you like you’re different... But some days, she can become protective, especially around strangers or when her brothers saying stupid things. Before you two lived together, she set up some cozy accommodations in her home in hopes you’d be more willing to stay over (though she’d never admit to it).

POLLY GRAY

Polly won’t let anyone try to call you weak or shame you for your condition. She knows better than anyone what you go through on a daily basis, and how you still help the company in spite of that. They’ll get such a tongue lashing, they won’t look at you for a week. Protective as she is, she’ll never treat you like you’re helpless. She’d hate to be treated like that way herself. When she was having her bad days after cutting ties with Tommy, Polly would stay at your home and you both would look after each other, though she’d feel terrible for being a burden to you.

MICHAEL GRAY

He wasn’t sure how to progress with his crush on you, wondering if you weren’t interested because of your “condition” - he definitely had a more old-fashioned mindset about it that Polly set him straight on. Once Michael actually gets to sit and talk with you, he begins to understand better. He feels like an overly confident bravado won’t work with you. It’d be dishonest, and you’d see right through it. So you end up seeing a surprisingly real side of Michael that many aren’t privy to. Once you’re a couple, Michael is as protective as the rest of the Shelbys. He might do things that are overprotective, but he insists that’s what’s best.

ESME SHELBY

Esme has never completely understood your condition, but she’s never treated you negatively for it, either. When she’s feeling like going outside, she’ll do whatever she can so you can come with her. When she’d rather stay in, she’ll make sure you’re cozy and the house is tidy before snuggling up with you. She’ll do lots of things you don’t notice right away, like clean this or fetch that, without saying anything. She will immediately fire back at anyone insulting you, even if you aren’t in the room. She has no patience for that nonsense.

ALFIE SOLOMONS

First of all, you’re Alfie’s princess, that’s the long and short of it. You have a lovely home in a safe part of town that his men guard 24/7. The home has whatever accommodations you need, and if you need a helper when he’s gone, he’ll have someone there - after an intense “interview” to make sure they won’t try anything funny. There are times when he’s too overprotective, and you call him out on it, the core is Alfie wanting to protect you from his enemies. After he’s been shot, you relocate to Margate with him. Yes, he makes incredibly morbid jokes about his condition and your’s, and he’s still protective even if he’s falling apart.

LIZZIE STARK

She isn’t proud that she pitied you at first, wondering how you’d fit in with the Shelby company, but she was quickly proven wrong after working with you. She feels she has no right to judge you, and she makes a point to make sure the office is cozier to work at. Goodness knows Tommy doesn’t think about that. Eventually you and Lizzie will become friends or something more, and she’ll do little things to make your life easier, whether that be helping with work or helping out around the home. She’s happy when you move in together so she can better assist you, though she’s definitely not an overprotective or smothering sort. She’ll knock it off if you ask.

ISAIAH JESUS

You both met through his father, who often helped you out if you needed it, but Isaiah also just liked visiting with you over the years. Isaiah has always treated you respectfully but he couldn’t help getting a crush. He’s quite protective, wanting you to move to a better part of town and often volunteering to help you with things just so he can hang out with you. He tries to keep you out of trouble with the gang and its rivals, telling you as little as possible and pretending he isn’t as involved as he is. He’ll insist it’s for your own safety and he doesn’t want to upset your delicate constitution; feel free to give him a round of scoldings for that turn of phrase.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

You aren’t the usual sort of girl that Luca chases, so he’s less likely to put up his suave persona he likes to use with women. He’ll speak with you on a more personal and honest level. He’ll still spoil you like he does with all the women he’s interested in, but the gifts will seem far more personalized. Before you know it, you both would be dating, and eventually he’d insist on you moving in with him. While he’d respect your wants and independence, his old-fashioned tendency to care for you and keep you out of his family’s unsavory business would just be exacerbated.

ABERAMA GOLD

Aberama’s spoiling and doting doesn’t let up; if anything, he’d want to look after you even more. It never feels patronizing or overprotective, however. Caretaking has always been a way he expresses his love. However, he’ll feel guiltier about the long days he has to spend away from you. He’d likely have Bonnie or his daughters check on you and help out around your home; or maybe you could live with them, if that pleased you. He’d ensure you had a nicely put together wagon to accommodate whatever you needed! But if you prefer your own place, he’d still be happy to come in after a week of being away and give you lots of attention.

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artedimichelangelo · 3 years ago

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Hey! Are you still taking requests? If so, do you still write for Luca Changretta?

Yes! I'm still taking requests and I also write for Luca Changretta.

Ok, here's a list of the characters I write for:

Thomas Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Michael Gray

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Luca Changretta

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

I also take these types of requests:

Peaky Blinders Character x Shelby!Reader.

Peaky Blinders Character x Solomons!Reader.

Peaky Blinders Character x Gray!Reader.

And so on like that.

This to say that they can also be about family and friendships.

So, if you have any requests, you know where to send them !!

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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hey!! if ur still doing peaky ships, id love one :) i’m cis fem (she/her) and i’m also bi (id love a masc ship tho pls). i’m 5’2, filipina, tan skin, black hair i keep cut above the shoulders, brown eyes. i’m ambiverted & develop deep close friendships but friendly too almost everyone. i eventually want to write and pursue journalism, but i love to perform in musical theatre as well. also i pretty much march the dark academica aesthetic. i also LOVE to debate and very into politics. ty!!

I ship you with Luca Changretta!

Luca is big on getting you to your dream of a writing/journalism career and has many plans in the works to make it happen

He also gets you only the best teachers and shows involving musical theatre

He takes you to shows with “free” front row seats!

let’s face it, they’re not really free but he won’t tell you that

The politics at the time and women might not really getting along all that well but what fuck does Luca give?

He checked your guys’ garden and, checks out, he doesn’t have any

So, he’ll make it so your opinion is heard and considered

He may also use you to settle random arguments between mafia members because two guys yelling and creating such a fuss over pretty much nothing drives him up a wall

Luca is protective of you already, but with how friendly you are, he takes extra caution

His excuse is that he doesn’t want someone to take advantage of your friendliness but, while that’s true, he also is just a jealous lil’ babe

Back to musical theatre!

He’s on top of getting you auditions and filling that theatre asafp

Expect a random pair of men sitting backstage 24/7 because Luca is just that protective of you

In New York, he finds large groups of people pretty easy so if some random strangers are at what you expected to be a small show, the person guilty is sitting front row with a ginormous grin on his face

I feel like Luca’d vibe with the dark academia aesthetic as well- I don’t know why, I just do

He cuts your hair sometimes

He’ll let you cut his hair too if he knows you know what you’re doing

Being teased for your height? *in Italian/New York voice* Forget about it!

Luca takes pride in everything you do

“Hey have you met the love of my life, she’s an actress! And she’s got a lovely voice, you should come see her live sometime!”

Imagine all that but with an Italian accent and that husky voice of his

By “you should come see her live sometime” he means, “I better see you at her next show or else it ain’t gonna be fun for you.”

Not even gonna lie, he totally asks you to sing him to sleep or some soft shit like that

But while he doesn’t confess that in front of anyone else, he does let you sing while he conducts business

“Doesn’t she have a lovely voice?”

“Yes sir but-”

“Tell her that. Tell her how lovely her voice is.” He’s being serious and it scares the person sitting opposite to him

BASICALLY HE JUST LOVES YOU AND WANTS EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT LMAO

okay, I hope you liked this!!

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opheliasbrokenmind · 5 years ago

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stranger - luca changretta

hi everyone! apparently i’m not allowed to go out and this means i’ll try to write as much as i can. requests are always open. this is my first luca fic and i’m sooo excited, please let me know how you found it after reading. i love you, take care of yourselves xx

‘Alfie, thirty minutes is over. You can open your eyes now.’ You slowly walked to the place you left the man a while ago and your hand reached to the gun you were hiding under your coat when you noticed the group of men in your direction. You heard him saying something to the man he was talking to and waited for you to come near him before continuing to talk. ‘Yeah, dove, right. Let us finish this, will ya?’ You stayed silent and listened to them, Alfie probably knew you figured out what was happening.

You also noticed the man hadn’t look at you since you appeared so you studied his face. With that perfect suit and beautiful eyes, he seemed assertive but somehow, you thought he was also sad. His tattoos were remarkable, of course. Alfie turned his back to grab a bottle of rum and you felt the Italian’s eyes on you, you barely smiled at that.

‘I tell you what, right. Here’s a gift, it’s free. Souvenir of your visit here. Goodbye, trot on. Down there is Bonnie Street.’

The Italian opened the bottle and smelled it, ‘You know they say you’re a smart guy. You already know what we want before we say it. That’s funny ‘cause now I believe I know what you want even before you say it. Yeah.’ He chuckled and walked to Alfie, you watched them carefully.

‘So, are you gonna taste it?’ Alfie asked calmly, his patience running out. He took out the toothpick and smiled, you thought it was a crooked one. ‘I think this clown wants us to run his rum into New York.’ He said in Italian and you kept your face stern, not letting them you understood him. You threw a look to Alfie, he had the same expression. ‘Damn fucking straight, mate. Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be breathing my oxygen, would ya? Because I have 200 barrels a month. Yeah, cleared by your people, distributed through your teams...’

‘Thing is that people want gin these days.’ He cut him off and Alfie turned to you, ‘Is that true, love?’ You looked like you saw them for the first time today, ‘Well, maybe it could be but... If you ask me, alcohol will be sold anyway.’ Alfie cracked a smile, ‘You drink something other than wine?’ You rolled your eyes playfully, ‘Tommy’s gin isn’t that bad, actually and your rum... I’d drink it too, only if you wanted me to.’

‘Bad, bad liar.’ Alfie said and sighed, ‘Well, the exit is still out there. Right on Bonnie Street, yeah?’ He pointed out the way and the Italian chuckled, ‘Oh, you fucking crazy, you know that?’ Alfie sat back to his chair again, staring at him.

‘Two hundred barrels, huh?’ Then he said something in Italian to the man on his left. The next minutes passed with Alfie explaining the bill to him and you held your laugh when he called him a cunt. You were almost surprised when he agreed with the deal but Alfie was faster than you.

‘Eh, you just made a deal without a negotiation, didn’t you? Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you, wasn’t he? You plan to kill us all.’ He said the last sentence in Yiddish and you caught the change in Luca’s face, he wasn’t expecting this. ‘Are we done yet, Mr Solomons?’ He asked and you knew the meeting was over, ‘You know the exit, right.’

The Italian stared at you and then turned his eyes to Alfie, ‘A real beauty, you have.’ He said in Italian and you simply nodded when his eyes were back on you. ‘Grazie, signor Changretta.’ Alfie and you could sense the second wave of shock so you just let the man leave with his questions wondering in his mind.

Luca would expect everything from Alfie but how could you know Italian? More important than that, who were you? Not only you were on Alfie’s side the whole time but you also mentioned the Shelby. Whatever it takes, he thought. I’ll find who you are, darling.

On the other hand, Alfie looked at you under his eyelids, ‘What was that, love?’ You sighed softly and gave him your hand, he got up from the chair quickly. ‘You know, I’m not sure. I just wanted to see him surprised.’ He snorted, ‘Did that fucking Italian impress you? Is that what you mean?’

The two of you went outside and walked to a cafe, he didn’t say anything until your orders arrived. ‘John’s dead, Alfie.’ You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for the poor man, you weren’t close but in the end, he was a brother, a husband and a father. ‘I talked to Tommy the other day, things have gone out of hand now and somebody is gonna bleed. I don’t want it to be you or him, I don’t want people to lose their loved ones.’

‘Hmm, I’m your loved one?’ You smiled and he smiled back even it was a really small one. ‘I don’t have many but you’re my friend, Alfie and of course, I care about you. You’d handle him somehow but Tommy’s gonna get killed or lose someone again. You and he have always been so kind to me since I came here so please give me a chance to return the favour.’

‘How’s you gonna do that exactly?’ Alfie sounded concerned, you held his hand on the table. ‘I guess it’s up to him, if he gets in contact with me I will try to stop him.’ The man growled and his free hand caressed your cheek, ‘Don’t do that, y/n. We’re not worth it.’ You closed your eyes and when you opened them, he saw the tears, ‘You are. You are the closest thing to family for me. In all these people in the world, you saw me and you understood me.’

‘I will kill that bastard myself if anything happens to y-’ You cut him off, ‘You have a business to run but me, I’m just a passenger roaming around the world. By the way, don’t be that hopeless.’ You forced a smile and left a little kiss on his palm. ‘Whatever happens, I will always be in contact with you which means if you ever stop writing to me I come here and pay you a visit. Understand?’ The man smiled and this time, it was a warm smile that made your heart flutter.

‘Keep me informed, love. I’ll never forget you.’ He said when you came to your doorstep and you knew he’d refuse if you invited him. Even though he wasn’t showing any emotion, you knew he was pretty sad. ‘Come ‘ere, Alf.’ You whispered and he didn’t resist, letting you wrap your arms around him. ‘Y’know, this old man’s gonna miss ya, little one.’

You watched the man walking away, he grunted loudly and you saw his shoulders dropped. You sighed and closed the door, you knew you were going to leave but didn’t know when. The idea was on your mind for a long time and you were planning how to do it since the Italians arrived in England. You’ve heard a lot of stories about Luca and decided to make him leave Alfie and Tommy. After your encountering today, you were expecting him to do something.

His face appeared in your memory, the sorrow in eyes... What he did was unacceptable but it was clear he suffered enough after everything happened in his life. Tommy had told you about his background, the prison and other things he dealt with. Everyone you knew had a rough life and he wasn’t any different. You’ve always felt like these men should be released from all of this pain and dirt. Alfie was old enough to know that, he was the first one you met. The two of you shared a lot of memories together and now due to his health conditions, maybe he would decide to get some rest.

Thomas Shelby was different from Alfie, he had been through a lot more and the power was all he had. Alongside your meetings, you had conversations with people you worked with but the ones you had with Tommy were different. He was also aware of the life he could have, he could’ve been a lot happier. He could’ve lived a simple life. Then, he believed there’s no coming back. It was true in a way, nothing he can do would bring her wife to life again. Or his brother, John. You remembered the man again, he always had a smirk on his face and when you looked at him, you could never stop yourself from smiling.

All these years, you never stayed at somewhere long enough to have an attachment but this time it was different. You and Alfie had a really intimate friendship and even Tommy opened up to you sometimes. The Shelby family didn’t see you as just an interpreter who helped them with their business. You went out with Ada, laughed and drank with Polly, talked with Finn and played with John’s children. To them, you were Aunt y/n. You smiled with the memory of you and John dancing at an event for the business. That night he told you about what was he planning to do before the war.

When you thought of the Shelbys, you saw children who gave up their dreams. Maybe it was the reason why you wanted to draw Luca away from them or maybe deep down, you believed the Italian was just another victim of this cruel world. Shaking your head to let go of the thoughts, you made your way to the bedroom to change your clothes. When you reached to your bed, you noticed the package on it. You couldn’t help but feel a bit excited as you sat on your bed, unravelling the ribbon. Your eyes wandered on the dress for a second after you picked the envelope.

Let’s have dinner

- Luca Changretta

You let out a breath and read again, he had a beautiful handwriting. The satin dress was scarlet, it was quite assertive just like the man who sent it. You had to take off your bra to wear it and when you looked at the mirror, you liked the reflection on it. The red lipstick made the look even more challenging and you smiled to yourself, he knew what he wanted. You put your coat on and wore your high heels, maybe it could make a difference between your heights. After checking the cigarette box and lighter, you left the house and locked the door.

You were just about to finish your cigarette when a car arrived at your door and the Italian got out, waited for you to putt off the cigarette. You exhaled the smoke and stepped closer to him without breaking the eye-contact, you wanted him to be the first one to speak. Once you were in the car, you studied his appearance. He wore a fine suit, it wasn’t the same one you saw in the afternoon and even though the streetlights were the only light source, his beautiful orbs were able to be seen.

‘Nice place, your house.’ The man looked directly into your eyes and played with the toothpick. ‘Nice dress.’ You commented and noticed the little smile covering his lips. ‘It would be a shame if I didn’t see you in it.’ He offered you his arm and you walked to the restaurant. ‘Well, I’m here, right?’ The worker opened the door for you and after giving your coats to the check girl, the manager of the restaurant guided you to your table. You arched an eyebrow, ‘May I ask why you brought me here?’

‘I researched you, mi amore. You are an elegant woman and you should be treated like one.’ You sighed and the waiter saved you with bringing the wine menu. ‘Which one do you work for?’ He asked after the waiter left, curious for the answer. ‘None.’ A smile played at the corner of his lip, ‘Which one do you love or should I say which one is in love with you?’ You smirked, ‘I’m afraid the answer is the same, Mr Changretta.’

‘What is it you do exactly?’ You took a sip from your glass, ‘Simultaneous interpretation but I assume you already knew that. Five languages. English, French, German, Russian and Italian.’ He nodded, ‘Yeah, and how? You don’t have a past. You just appear and disappear.’ You bit your bottom lip without realizing, an old habit of yours from the past. ‘I was born in Russia, my mother was French and she taught me. Then she passed away and my father sent me to Germany to live with my grandparents. I moved to England and learned Italian at school.’

‘I see, a woman with no country.’ You almost smiled at that, ‘I belong to nowhere and no one, better than killing people in order to prove everyone I have strong ties.’ He was taken aback with your observation, ‘I started a vendetta and I won’t stop until they are all buried to the ground.’

‘That’s the thing with you people. Thomas and Alfred are all the same. You’ll do that for what, Mr Changretta? Is it going to bring your father and brother back? Is it going to make a difference or fix anything? You are just cowards, all of you.’

‘Cowards, huh? An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ You rolled your eyes, ‘You are afraid to let go, to live with it. You’ve already killed John Shelby and you didn’t just murder someone. You also took a husband from a wife and a father from his children. Call it off.’ The rage in his eyes made you stop, ‘What if I don’t?’

‘I know you’re not alone here but believe me, they will kill you. Whatever it takes, they’ll kill you if you don’t stop. It’s like a cat and dog fight, it doesn’t make any sense. Do you hate your life this much? Do you want your mother to lose another son?’ You could see your words made him think, he sighed and stayed silent for a moment. ‘What’s in this world to live for? If I die, I will die for an honourable reason. Would it change anything for you if I die?’

‘It would, actually. I thought you are a wise man but if you are this eager to die, then I’m afraid I was wrong. I’d also feel blue because someone I’d like to know is dead.’ You stared at him as he took the words in, thinking about his life and you. ‘You speak like you really mean it, you are a good liar.’ He took a long sip from his wine and looked at you. ‘Do you think I have to speak to make you believe, Mr Changretta?’

He stayed silent again and you knew he was weighing your words, you were hoping he’d come round. ‘I was going to ask you what are you doing in the men’s world but now I see, you are as lost as I am.’

‘Alfie was faster than you, y’know? Yes, I don’t have a big purpose in life but at least I enjoy living, unlike you.’ Luca gave you a half-smile, ‘You don’t have any worries but me? There’s no coming back for me after all these years. I’m not a fan of life.’ You tried to gather yourself up, this was the only idea that came to your mind.

‘One day, Mr Changretta.’ The man frowned, ‘What?’

‘Give me just one day to show you life is beautiful. You’ve got nothing to lose.’

‘I don’t know you, why would I do that?’ He said but you felt you were about the win. ‘Then ask me anything you wanna know and at the end of this night, make your decision.’ You spoke, letting your guard off for him. ‘Tell me about your family.’

‘I was their only child and when I was fifteen, my mother passed away. She loved me in her own way but I knew their love for each other was fucked up. Dad went crazy and sent me away, I saw him in England a few times then heard he shot himself. We weren’t close, I spent more time with his parents. They were nice people but I haven’t seen them for years. Not sure even if they’re alive.’ You realized the emotion in his eyes and laughed softly, ‘Please, I don’t really care about having a family.’

‘Did you ever get married?’ Your smile was bigger this time, ‘Oh, Mr Changretta. I didn’t, of course. Can you imagine me with a baby in my belly? I don’t think I’m the best person to be a mother and well, it must be boring to settle down and sit at home all day.’ He shook his head, you were completely unpredictable. But unlike you, he could imagine you with a beautiful baby in your arms. It would be nice waking up next to you and prepare you breakfast.

‘How about falling in love?’

‘I had relationships, good and bad ones. Most of the time I’ve avoided connecting people, then I got my heart broken by someone. I like knowing people but I don’t like holding to them.’ Luca wanted to know the man who broke your heart, what were you like before? ‘What are you planning?’

‘For tomorrow? I’ll take you to a place I like, we’ll talk and see what happens. Maybe I can know you more, too.’ He raised an eyebrow, ‘Have any questions?’ You slightly nodded, ‘How are you feeling, right now?’

‘Confused. I don’t know if I should walk away from that door and leave you or stay and see what you mean. I feel the pressure, the rage after everything that happened. You make me think about things I don’t want to think about.’ You noticed how tired he looked, it wasn’t easy to be him. ‘You have a conscience and it tells you to do the right thing, right?’ He took a deep breath, ‘Why does it make a sense? My mother says I should kill every one of them.’

You reached out for his hand on the table and held it, ‘Does killing people make any sense? I know you feel sad and angry but that’s not how to grieve. You should let things go.’ He looked at your hands, ‘Do you? Do you let things go or you’re running around the world to not get attached to people? You are telling me I am a coward but you are afraid of people.’ You tried to take your hand away but he didn’t let you, ‘I don’t hide from people, Mr Changretta. I’m hiding from myself.’

He stayed silent and you glanced away, ‘It’s pretty late, time for me to go home.’ You got up slowly and he walked behind you, your words still echoing in his mind. ‘Let me give you a ride.’ You didn’t say anything and when you were in the car, you watched the road. ‘You know, when I saw you this afternoon I thought you were different, in a good way. How stupid I am for being hopeful.’ The car stopped and you walked to your house with quick steps, you didn’t want to see his face.

‘y/n, please.’ His warm voice stopped you, he was coming after you. ‘What’s left to say, Mr Changretta?’ The Italian stayed silent until you looked at him, ‘I made my choice.’ He whispered and took a step closer to you, your heart was beating fast. ‘When I came to pick you up, I thought I’d have a good fuck tonight. Then you showed me there’s much more in this life. Just one day. Nothing less and nothing more.’ He saw how bright your eyes looked and smiled, ‘When should I come in the morning?’

You bit your lip again, unaware of what it did to him, ‘You can stay here if you want but we’ll need a car.’ Luca walked to his driver and took the keys from him, you watched him coming back to you. You took his hat and coat from him once you were inside, you kicked off your high heels and sighed. ‘Want a cup of tea?’ He was studying your house so you walked to the kitchen and put water to the pot.

He watched you making tea, you were humming a melody and he shook his head at your sight, you looked stunning in that dress. ‘You didn’t accept my offer so we could fuck, right?’ You asked and he smiled, ‘Oh, I couldn’t think that.’

‘I’ll change my clothes, enjoy your tea.’ You went upstairs to your room and took the dress off. You choose a white nightgown and found him in the kitchen, sipping his tea. ‘Did you grow up in Italy or America?’ He thought you looked like an angel, ‘Italy, moved to America when I was seventeen.’ You wondered how old was he now, ‘I’ve been to Italy once, to Palermo. There are so many places to visit in this world and mostly I feel like I’ll die before I get to see them. It frightens me.’

‘You have years ahead, doll.’ You smiled softly with the word, this man changed something in you. The two of you went to your room once your cups were empty. ‘I can sleep downstairs if you want.’ You shook your head, ‘Here’s the first thing we’re gonna do to show you life is beautiful, waking up someone next to you.’ He took off his suit and got in the bed only with his underwear.

‘We are sharing a bed now but you haven’t said my name yet.’ He commented and you turned to him, ‘Come closer, Luca.’ The Italian didn’t question and you stared at him, your eyes turning slowly to his lips from his beautiful green eyes. You closed the distance between your lips and he placed his hand on your nape, pulling you closer. Your hand caressed the soft skin of his shaved face, your other arm around his neck. He pushed you to the bed so your back was resting on the sheets.

His lips left yours and made their way to your neck, gaining a quiet moan from you. He was leaving small kisses to your chest when you stopped him, ‘We shouldn’t do this. Because if we have sex now, tomorrow we will feel awkward all day.’ The man smiled and kissed you again, this time slowly. You sighed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He didn’t resist and rested his head on your chest, listening to your breaths.

Luca noticed you were asleep and he moved away a little to look at you properly. With your hair spread on the pillow, your lips parted and your eyes closed, you looked so vulnerable and unreal to him. He thought about your conversation earlier and this time it made more sense. Of course, he knew he was going to get killed if he didn’t get rid off the whole family but he didn’t care. All the business and problems with his family were overwhelming recently and he was looking forward to a way out.

He realised thinking wasn’t going to take him anywhere, he shook his head and pulled the blanket over the two of you. He closed his eyes and waited the time to solve his problems, in the end, you never know what tomorrow will bring.

#Luca Changretta #luca changretta x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder #peaky blinder fanfic #Tommy Shelby #Alfie Solomons #John Shelby #Ada Shelby #adrien brody #peaky blinders fic

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chellestrash · 5 years ago

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“slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers” Alfie Solomons, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

alfie - enemies to lovers for sure. I want to go from wanting to kill him to just wanting...him you know? imagine all the sexual tension during confrontations. How about, from ememies to this crazy desire to just pure love. ANGRY SEX! sorry i just thought about that, and you know all the “pleasure doing business with you mr.solomons” when you’re putting your clothes back on? i need that! also like “you could’ve killed me?! nah, that phase of our relationship has been closed for a while pet”

luca - mate i’d fake date luca just to piss tommy off come on. Also i assume we would go out for italian food, and there’s nothing better than that. Well...maybe italian cigarettes but i assume he has those too

slow burn- LISEN OKAY I WANT A SLOW BURN RELATIONSHIP WHIT ABERAMA GOLD! but like only with the season 5 haircut. I mean come on, i feel like he’s such a gentleman, he’d care so much about me. We’d be friends at first, you know drinking partners, for years. We would travel together, sleeping in the woods, siting by the campfire together, slowly realizing that this thing we feel deep inside might be something bigger than just a friendship. (oh and his accent is so cute come ooon)

#send me 3 characters and ill tell you

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hethrewmyheartinthecut · 7 years ago

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The Complete Peaky Blinders + Characters of Color Masterlist (edit: no longer complete)

Edit: this masterlist is no longer complete, as I am no longer using this tumblr very much and won’t be around to update it

All works on this list are set in the world of Peaky Blinders and FOCUSED on at least one canon or original character of color. (This means no Michael-centric fics with only one or two scenes involving Isaiah, etc.) All works should be longer than 500 words and located on tumblr or archiveofourown.

Last updated 10/16/18.

WARNING: I have not read all the fics on this list, and fully abandon all responsibility for their quality, content warnings, etc. Read at your own risk.

🎖 indicates a personal favorite of mine + notes on why I like it

TABLE OF CONTENTS

FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

FIC W/ AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

CONCLUSION - some parting thoughts

1. FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

🎖 ISAIAH-CENTRIC - me aka Ashling on ao3 // Isaiah Jesus and the Sucker Punch Heist // Multi-chapter heist fic focusing on Isaiah, w/ side helpings of Isaiah x WOC, other original characters of color, action, friendship, drama 🎖 notes: really did my damnedest to make this a fun, good one

ISAIAH x FINN - rxttenk1d on ao3 // Finn Has A Choking Kink // smut, written in the second person

ISAIAH x FINN - me // picnic // short modern AU romcom fic

ISAIAH x FINN - me // coffeeshop // Finn has been waiting a long time for his goddamn espresso.

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // change // exquisite prose, incredibly short

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // saint dymphna // exquisite prose, perfect 100-word drabbles

ISAIAH x MONA MALLORY - @danceyreagan // several fics on this masterlist //a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus

ISAIAH x OC - @justaclichewhitegirl aka justaclichewhitegirl on ao3 // Hell is Empty and the Devils Are All Here // Alexandra wanted the past to stay in the past, but when doing a business deal with the Shelby's that doesn't always happen.

ISAIAH x OC - wishfulwriter on ao3 // Don't forget where you came from // Living with the Blinders is no walk in the park, especially not if you're somewhat involved with some of them.

🎖 MR. ZHANG x TOMMY - KeithKoenar // For what are we but weak men in a mad world on ao3 // In which Mister Zhang is terribly sick for two weeks and Thomas Shelby ultimately ends up stealing a damn prostitute, because he is a foolish, weak man. 🎖 notes: intriguing, original, smutty

2. FIC W/ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF COLOR

This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

CHADDA “SAM” SAMRA x ISAIAH - @peakyposts // The Art of Sneaking Around // Multiple Chapters // Finn Shelby, Isaiah Jesus and Chadda “Sam” Samra had been friends since they were children, but as Chadda gets older her responsibilities become more important than hanging out with her friends. How is she supposed to juggle helping out at her mother’s hair salon, going to school, and eventually falling in love with one of her best friends? Especially when one of those things is completely forbidden by her traditional parents?

MONA MALLORY x ISAIAH - @danceyreagan // a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus. There’s over half a dozen small fics on danceyreagan’s masterlist about this couple, plus some moodboards.

RADHA CHAKRAVATI x FINN - @peakyarthurs // “It was all about helping a friend in need.” (Indian OC)

UPCOMING FIC PROMOS:

UNNAMED OC x MICHAEL - [PENDING] @alfiesolcmons plans to write a fic set in America, where the OC is a woman of color. More info forthcoming.

EVE CHEN x TOMMY - [PENDING] I plan to write a multichapter fic about Eve Chen, a fiercely guarded and independent Chinese woman who develops an enemies with benefits situation with Tommy. Moodboard here, more info forthcoming.

3. READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

Reader x Isaiah Jesus

🎖 by @birminghamblinders

🎖 notes: haven’t read these imagines but I know birminghamblinders can write

son of a preacher man // Isaiah had been in your life for what seemed like forever, but was really no time at all.

love, in phases // Isaiah, quite honestly, knew he wanted to marry you from the first time he spoke to you.

by @blindersbeach:

dad’s plan: pt 1 / pt 2

with purpose // “Isaiah and the reader are best friends spending Valentine’s day together, but become more”

by @blinder-baker

Brown Eyes // Reader reassures Isaiah

🎖 by @blinder-secrets

Perfect // Reader marries Isaiah

🎖 notes: tooth-rotting fluff

by @bonniebird

untitled // Imagine hiding that you and Isaiah are dating

by @collecting-stories

untitled // sex worker Reader falls for Isaiah

🎖 Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2 🎖 notes: sweet stuff

morning // protective Isaiah

untitled // reader stands up for Isaiah against some racist

by @ijustwant2write

“Let me help you!” // Reader helps her friend get out of an abusive relationship & Isaiah gets caught up in the mix

by on Jordy___9 ao3

A Long Time Wait // Michael x Reader; Michael invites Isaiah to join them, and he agrees to the idea.

by @la-dame-fleur

untitled // SMUT

by @lucachangretta

give over // jealous!Isaiah

by @michaelshelbys

dramatic // in which isaiah jesus is quite frankly sick of sneaking around with the youngest shelby sister

by @nogods--nomasters

untitled // You and Isaiah having to hide your feelings

“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.” // Shelby sister Reader

“Why are you so nice to me?”

by @peakyxshelby

Item // Reader is John’s daughter

Forbidden Flame // Reader is a Shelby sister: pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4

by @peaky-blinders-lit

Savior // country girl gets lost in Birmingham, meets Isaiah

by @shelbylimiited

blissful unawareness // Reader is a Shelby sister

helping hand // Reader is a barmaid at the Garrison; Isaiah helps

disapproval // Reader is kicked out of her home for dating Isaiah

by @theshelbycompanyltd

of fire, fighting, and other “f” words // You went to the Shelby wedding in search of a little excitement. You found Isaiah.

Reader x Jeremiah Jesus

surely somebody has to have written this, and yet I cannot find anything?

Reader x Colonel Ben Younger

the universe is nothing but a vast disappointment. that man was CUTE

4. READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

Alfie Solomons

by @peaky-yamyam

Wisdom and War // “Alfie falls for a beautiful black lady who is strong, intelligent, curvy, badass, and is as nutcrackers as him”

by @mrschangrettawrites

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Persian reader)

by me

🎖 A Curious Correspondence // WOC reader gets to know Alfie Solomons through writing him letters as a volunteer during the war🎖 notes: I reread this one sometimes for kicks and giggles

by somebody

I KNOW somebody has an adorable fic that I think is titled Habibi which is ROC x Alfie but I can’t for the life of me remember where I saw it???? please send help

Finn Shelby

by @twistedrunes

untitled // Isaiah’s sister is rescued by Finn.

Isaiah Jesus

Note: These are only the Isaiah Jesus imagines with a reader that is explicitly a POC; see above (pt 3) for all Isaiah Jesus imagines

🎖 by @collecting-stories

Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2

🎖 sweet stuff

John Shelby

by @xxdearlybeloved

Among the Stars (masterlist, 10 chapters) // the reader is Jeremiah Jesus’ niece, forced to return to Small Heath from London.

Luca Changretta

by @mrschangrettawrites

Acquisitions // (Turkish reader) “Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

Tommy Shelby

by @mrschangrettawrites

Another Kind of Language // (black reader) “You couldn’t speak the same way others could, but you still knew how to communicate.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

5. IN (MESSY) CONCLUSION

Isaiah is deeply beloved by all. do you have any idea how many fucking tabs I had to open to sort through the Isaiah fic and imagines? I had to bust my ASS

WOC are desperately underappreciated, but at least we’re doing better than fucking Steven

someone: “I want to write fic but I am not a POC/not that kind of POC/unsure of how to do this”

me: “listen, just use google & your common sense, then you’ll already be 2 steps ahead of steven fucking knight”

AGAIN, if you have any additions, subtractions, recommendations, send me an ask or a message or whatever. talk to me

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders masterlist #character of color #characters of color #Isaiah Jesus #Isaiah Jesus x Reader #Jeremiah Jesus #Jeremiah Jesus x Reader #Mr Zhang #Mister Zhang #Chadda Samra #Mona Mallory #Eve Chen #Finnsiah #Isaiah x Finn #Finn x Isaiah #Alfie Solomons x Reader #Finn Shelby x Reader #John Shelby x Reader

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peakyblindersexchange · 6 years ago

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Deadline Passed! [EDIT: only 1] Pinch Hit Needs Writer

[EDIT] UPDATE: Only ONE pinch hit needs writers now! #5 thewestmeadow

The collection is looking good! While some writers asked for extensions and are currently working on their assignments, others did not and hit the deadline without posting, so here's the pinch hits below. If you would like to pick one up, comment on dreamwidth (comments are screened to keep anonymity), email me at [email protected], message me on discord at ashling#7490, OR message me at peakyblindersexchange.tumblr.com.

#1: comebackjessica-CLAIMED

TAKEN--thank you to the pinch hitter!

#2: convenience

TAKEN--thank you to the pinch hitter!

#3 fiveaces

TAKEN--thank you to the pinch hitter!

#4 Kevin_DesertBluffs

TAKEN--thank you to the pinch hitter!

#5 thewestmeadow

Request 1 by thewestmeadow

Luca Changretta/Reader

Wants: Hurt/comfort, a little fluffy, a little smutty

Luca and reader are both strangers in a strange land (ie Americans in a foreign country) and bond over this.

Things I love about Luca that would be great to have included: love of fine things such as food and clothes, the fact that he's masquerading in England as a "lover of the theater," his deep love of family and heritage.

Extra special bonus: Luca cooks authentic Italian food for reader at some point

Interesting but not necessary: Reader is involved in/affected by Luca's life of crime. Reader is also involved in illegal/nefarious activities related to the Shelby and Changretta families.

Have fun, and thank you!!

Do Not Wants: mpreg, rape/noncon, gore/excessive violence (canon typical violence is fine)

Request 2 by thewestmeadow

Michael Gray & Reader

Summary

Friends from birth, from very different backgrounds (Reader background is totally up to you.) Polly is like a mother to Reader, a spiritual guide who also gives sex and relationship advice. Michael and Reader are not romantically attracted to each other but have a deep friendship and understanding, and aid each other through difficult and violent times

Want: Friendship, mentorship, a little angst or hurt/comfort if you feel like it. Just some fun with Michael and Reader alone or with Polly in the picture somewhere. Polly giving relationship/sex advice to both of them would be fun!

Do not want: mpreg, gore/excessive violence (canon typical violence is okay)

Request 3 by thewestmeadow

Polly Gray & Reader

Summary

Reader is American, distantly related to the Gray family, and has come to England to research her ancestry. Polly initially distrusts her but takes her under her wing. She teaches her some of what she knows about gypsy traditions as well as giving her some advice on relationships and sex. (Bonus: Reader is attracted to Luca Changretta. How does Polly react to this?)

Also open to: Reader is a new initiate into Shelby family, comes from America, is distrusted by some but liked by Polly. Polly is mentor/guide/friend to Reader.

Polly and Reader are similar in many ways, connected by blood, but from different backgrounds. Just something fun to show the friendship between an older and younger woman!

Want: Friendship, mentorship

Do Not Want: Gore, rape, noncon, mpreg...

#6 Birdywhistle

TAKEN--thank you to the pinch hitter!

AGAIN: If you would like to pick one up, comment on dreamwidth (comments are screened to keep anonymity), email me at [email protected], message me on discord at ashling#7490, OR message me at peakyblindersexchange.tumblr.com.

#Peaky Blinders Exchange #Pinch Hits #Pinch Hit #Peaky Blinders fanfiction #wow we're really doing it! only 2 more to go? hell. yeah #if necessary I'll just write them myself

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wonwoosthetic · 7 years ago

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A Messed Up Blinder || Michael Gray

MASTERLIST WHO I WRITE FOR

Sooo, I looked back at some older requests and I saw that I still had one to write about Michael Gray. A huge sorry to @shady-good-girl for taking so long to write this, but it’s finally here! :)

It is kind of a song reference, but not really, haha I don’t know how to describe it - basically, it’s based on the song “The Hills” by The Weeknd.

Thanks to @shady-good-girl for requesting this imagine! You guys seem to always enjoy reading the Finn Cole imagines, so I’m hoping it’ll be the same with Michael :)

Request by @shady-good-girl : so I was thinking maybe a really passionate "friendship" between the reader and Michael, like they both know that there's more, and they long for each other, the tension is insane but every time before something happens Michael just leaves bc "I'm fucked up, that's the real me" (lyric) write it in a way it's painful to read, make it cute and like a relief at the end maybe haha you actually don't need to refer to the song, just maybe that one line?

Pairing: Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some hints towards some smut, but I don’t write that, and a bit of cursing

(Y/N) = Your First Name ; (Y/H/C) = Your Hair Colour ; (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

A Messed Up Blinder - Song Reference (”The Hills” by The Weeknd)

Michael rolled off you to lie next to you in the king size bed. Completely out of breath he commented on the action, which had just happened between the two of you

“Woah…”, he breathed heavily trying to calm down again – you weren’t any better, as well trying to catch your breath again you answered

“Yeah, wow…”

The both of you were just lying next to each other for a while before you decided to roll over, looking at the handsome brown-haired boy next to you, only to find him already looking at you. The passion between your shared gaze was almost touchable – it was that strong. Michael admired your beauty and cursed himself in his head for not having you as his girlfriend, because the only status that you guys had, was as people would call it, friends with benefits – you called it a passionate friendship.

You guys might had called it like that, but everyone knew there was so much more, and you knew it as well, just as much as the boy lying next to you. He was way too messed up to ever show real love to someone as perfect and loving as you, so he thought. You were just too shy to mention something. It was a blessing and a cure. You got to mess around whenever you wanted but love never made it to the daylight.

At that moment there was more than just the friendship you shared – it was love, but Michael couldn’t keep it that way.

“Ehm”, he cleared his throat awkwardly “I-I…”, he rolled onto his back, only to rose his body up to stand up “I have to go.” Michael was looking for his clothes that were scattered around the room, every now and then tripping either over his own feet or your clothes.

You frowned and sat up, grabbing the bed sheet over your chest “What do you mean, you have to go?” He quickly shot a glance up at you

“Yeah, well, Tommy said he needed me for something in the night and it’s already eight, so I’m gonna head out.” You did not believe a single word he said, how could he think you would with a shaky voice and stuttering like that “You didn’t tell me anything about that earlier”, “Eh, I-I forgot.”

You took off the sheets that covered your body angrily, so you could stand up and grab the silk nightgown from a chair next to the door. Michael’s eyes were following your naked body. “Alright, get out”, your voice was flat, but the pain was able to be heard. You tied your gown around your body and turned around, Michael looked at you in slight shock “OK”, he nodded his head as he quietly walked past you. You couldn’t help but look at him leaving the room.

That situation was sadly nothing new for you, it happened almost every second week when you’re together. Michael was so messed up and you knew it, being a Blinder really messes with you – it did with your brother, who killed himself a year ago, due to being threatened. Your lovers job was dangerous, and you tried to get him away from it as often as possible, but he never let the conversation continue, he didn’t ever want to talk about it – he didn’t want you to worry, but that never crossed your mind, you had always thought that he was just too stubborn. You worked in Tommy’s office, taking care of all the finances and taking calls, et cetera – that’s how you met him.

After Michael left, you didn’t really know what to do, so you decided that maybe you should go out and have a bit of fun in The Garrison, hoping the young Peaky Blinder wouldn’t be there.

--- About An Hour And A Half Later ---

You were ready, had done your make-up, dressed up a bit and were about to exit your apartment. Walking through the hallway, you passed the tall standing mirror and you took a look at yourself and the gorgeous dress you wore. It was gold with frays at the bottom which went just below your knees and matched your (Y/H/C) hair. It almost went off your shoulder with its short loose sleeves. The small details on the dress were more of a silver-gold glitter colour which made it look fancier. Your curves were perfectly noticeable, and you were very happy with the way you looked in that dress – it had been a birthday present from Michael from last year.

After grabbing your small bag with a chain as its strap to carry it on your shoulder, you looked for your keys next to the door and put them into the bag. You opened the door, closed it shortly after, and made sure to lock it properly. The breezing wind of the night hit you immediately and you could feel yourself getting a shiver from being out in the cold and not having a jacket with you, so you took off and started walking towards your favourite bar in Birmingham – it was two streets away. While walking through the dark streets, that had only a few street lights, making it look uncomfortable, if you had to be honest. A lot of the men on the side of the streets had their eyes on you, following your frame with a hungry look, making you speed up your walk.

After the anxious walk through the streets of the dark Birmingham, you finally arrived at your desired destination. Opening the door of the bar, the smell of alcohol and smoke mixed with a bit of sweat immediately hit you, but you were used to it, so it didn’t really bother you. You saw a free seat right at the bar right away and decided to take it for the night. The bartender saw you and walked over to take your order “What can I get for a beautiful lady?” It made you smile shyly “A Margarita, please”, “Coming right up”, he nodded.

As you were waiting for your drink, you started looking around the fully packed room of all kinds of men, only with a few women, and most of them were probably being paid. One man caught your eyes though, he was tall, had dark hair and wore a good-looking suit, he was probably a bit older than you, possibly around Tommy’s age – someone rich, maybe. You shared a look with seductive eyes. Yes, you had Michael, but you had wanted something more, something meaningful, your parents always bothered you with getting married and having kids as soon as possible, and you weren’t getting any younger – but with the young Blinder, that was never going to happen.

“Here you go, love”, the bartender interrupted your flirting and handed you your drink. “Thank you…”, you trailed, waiting for him to tell you his name “Ed”, he wore a smug smile on his face. “Thank you, Ed.” “And what might your name be?”, Ed leaned on the countertops with his hands. “I could be a Jennilyn or maybe… a Rose?”, you shared the same smile, but then gave him your actual name “(Y/N).” He straightened up “Well, you definitely look like a (Y/N), a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” Right then, you knew he was a player and got disinterested, but still tried to hold up the conversation, damn you always having to be so polite.

“I’ll take a Bourbon please”, a thick southern European accent appeared behind you. Your head turned to the left, only to see the tall dark-haired man taking the free seat next to you – he gave you a warming a smile. Ed looked annoyed at the sudden interruption but started making the older man his drink, almost never taking his eyes off the two of you.

A wave of confidence overcame you just by sitting next to him “Where are you from?” His smiled proudly and took the toothpick out of his mouth “Italy. And I guess you’re from around here.” You leaned on the bar top with your right arm “Yeah, hard to tell, right?” Your answer made him laugh. The sound was deep, yet comfortable, but definitely held something dark behind it.

“Luca Changretta”, he extended his hand and you took it “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)”, he took your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it – you blush hard, but hoped due to the bar always being only slightly lit, that he couldn’t see it.

The bartender brought Luca his drink, but smashed it on the surface, and made some of the liquid swap out. “Thank you”, the older man remarked, never taking his eyes off you.

“What is a woman like you doing here all alone?”, he wondered. “I don’t know. Letting go, hoping to calm down and have some fun.” “You don’t look like someone who would have to calm down from something. You’re way too innocent for anger”, his Italian accent was thick, but you really liked it. “Oh if you only knew”, you took a sip from your drink, not before giving him a flirtatious look.

Luca was very fond of you and wanted to know more, so the conversation kept going on for a while.

The door of the Garrison opened and closed every now and then, but with your back turned towards it, keeping your gaze on the handsome man, you didn’t know who entered or left, and didn’t really care. But you better should have had, because one time when the door opened, some of the Peaky Blinders entered, including John, Finn, Isaiah and of course, Michael. Luca sighted them right away but didn’t show any sign of it. But the gang saw him as well, John being the first to see you sitting right in front of the dangerous Italian. He didn’t want Michael to see it too but was too late because the youngest Blinder, Finn, had already told his cousin and even pointed at the two of you at the bar. Michael’s anger rose, and he stormed up to you “I have to talk to you”, his sudden encounter made you jump “I’m talking right now, we can talk tomorrow”, you snapped at him and turned your attention towards you again. Polly’s son didn’t let go “No. Right now”, he demanded. Before you could snap again, Luca took the chance “She said not right now, what do you not understand about it?”, he asked provocatively. Michael absolutely lost it “Alright you fuckin’ Eyetie, you don’t a saying in this, go back to your other blokes and eat your spaghetti.” “Michael! Stop it!”, you were boiling with anger at that point Luca rose up from his seat and was then standing in front of Michael – you thought he would hit the younger one. “I advise you to leave”, the Italian tried to stay calm and polite, but Michael had other plans “Oh, please, you don’t advise me anything.” Luca took one more step towards the Blinder, towering over him, but your “lover” didn’t back down, so before anything could happen, you stepped in “Alright, what do you want?”, your questioned Michael. He looked you in the eyes and nodded over to the room, where all the Blinders would always meet. He took off, wanting you to follow him.

You turned to the dark-haired man “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back”, you excused yourself and he gave you an understanding smile.

As you were making your way to the Peaky Blinders’ room, you cursed under your breath “This better be freakin’ important Gray.”

You entered the room and smashed the door close, which made Michael, who was leaning on the table, turn around.

(please ignore John in the background of the gif)

“What do you want? I thought Tommy needed you”, you reminded him of his statement from before. “He did! And now I’m done, come here to have a drink only to see you all over that fuckin’ wop”, “Michael! So help me whoever is up there, if you call him anything like that one more time – “, you walked up to him with your index finger right in the face, but he interrupted you “What? Hm? What will you do? Hit me?”, he was pretty much making fun of you. You smirk and smacked him right across the face “Yes. That is EXACTLY what I will do.”

Michael turned back to you in the eyes. Suddenly he grabbed your face and smashed his lips onto yours. Hungrily your lips moved against each other with your bodies close together, not even a sheet of paper fitting between the two of you. The kiss held anger, hurt, passion, and love in it, all mixed together. He turned you around, to lay you down on the table. He started kissing your neck and you sat up. Everything happened with too many emotions, but mostly anger.

--- A Short While Later ---

You straightened your dress and tried fixing your hair as well as possible, while Michael was fixing his belt “What was that?”, you wondered. “What do you mean?”, the young Blinder acted confused. You got angry again, way too often for that one day “You know exactly what I mean Michael, stop acting so oblivious to this all! The only thing we do is mess around, is that really what you want!?”, you screamed. He walked over to you and covered your mouth with his right palm “Shut up! Don’t scream. I don’t know what you’re talking about, alrigh’? You enjoy it, I enjoy it, everything’s fine, that’s it.” You grabbed the hand from your face and smacked it away “No, I don’t enjoy it. I will take no more of this. We’re done.”

Your sudden statement did not only shock Michael but yourself as well. You had never acted this way when it came to your passionate “friendship”, but this time was one too many. After collecting all your belongings, you exited the room and came right into sight with the rest of the gang, who entered the bar before. You turned your sight towards the bar, expecting the tall Italian sitting there, but he wasn’t.

“Where’s Luca?”, you asked the Blinders in front of you. “We told him to leave”, John answered bluntly.

Your anger rose once more but decided not to take it out on the men, but to just walk out. Exiting the bar, you made sure to smash the door and started making your way back home, wanting nothing more than to just sleep and forget about that night.

--- The Next Day ---

You woke up to an impatient knocking on your front door. As you got back home last night, you had been too lazy and tired to make your way to your bedroom and just decided to crash on the sofa. The knocking didn’t stop, and you decided to get up and look who was disturbing you so early. As you opened it, your landlord came to sight. The old lady looked tired and was out of breath “Please, (Y/N), dear, go downstairs to that boy. He’s been there the entire morning and won’t go away.”

You got really confused “What? What boy?”, you questioned. She was slowly catching her breath again “I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen him around here, I know you have something going on with him… and I don’t know what happened, but he won’t stop asking for you.”

You huffed “Alrigh’, thank you, Sarah.” You gave her a thankful smile and closed the door again.

The thought of not going downstairs and just ignoring him came to your mind, but you didn’t want to annoy the lovely lady, and just went to grab your gown and shoes, and opened the apartment door, to walk downstairs.

While walking down the stairs slightly annoyed, a lot of things were going through your head. What does he want? Why now? Why can’t he just let it go? And also, what should you say? Your thinking stopped when you saw Michael through the front door, standing on the pavement, waiting for you. The sound of the door opening made the young men look up. You decided to start the conversation “Mornin’”, your voice was flat. “Mornin’”, he nodded back. “So?”, you asked, wanting him to either excuse or explain himself. He rubbed his hand together “I-I’m… I’m sorry”, he looked into your eyes. You were shocked – he had never said sorry with so much hurt in his voice. It sounded like he actually meant it. “What?”, you decided to play oblivious for once. “You know… everything”, he paused “Especially yesterday.”

You nodded your head understandingly. The both of you kept your gaze down, not wanting to see the hurt in each-others eyes. Especially because tears were starting to form in your eyes “You know I can’t do this anymore”, your voice was shaky even though you tried swallowing it down.

Michael heard it and looked back at you. He approached you “I know… After I saw you yesterday with that Italian bloke, I just- I- I knew… that I- I can’t do this anymore.”

Your head shot up – you looked at him in shock, scared of what was about to follow. His blue eyes stared into yours “I tried suppressing it, but I can’t anymore. The whole messing around, it-it’s not enough. I want you. I want you and your love. I don’t just want your body to fool around… But I’m so messed up, I don’t even know why or how you ever wanted to sleep with me. You deserve so much more...”, he paused again and took a breath

“I love you.”

You smiled. He had never made you this happy, ever. No word could describe what you felt at that point. But because you took some time to react, Michael got worried. Shortly after you got on your tiptoes and pecked his lips, only for him to grab you by the waist and kiss you deeply. For about a minute the kiss was pure love and passion, no anger, no hurt.

The two of you separated “No more friendship. No games. No more of just messin’ around”, you remarked.

He smiled down at you “No more. I promise.”

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I’m sorry, but I had to somehow bring Luca into this imagine, I love him way too much not to, haha

It’s a bit of a long one, one of my longest, so I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Thank you for taking your time! :)

Hope you have a good day/night :)

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