#luca changretta x relative!reader

[zodiyack]

Diamonds

Requested by anon: hey !! i was wondering if you could do something based off the song 'diamonds' by talia mar with tommy or michael , thanks ♡

Pairing: Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mafia, murder, manipulation?, fluff, indications of smut, nudity not smut

Song: Diamonds by Talia Mar

Note: I didn’t really know what to do with this song but I showed my thoughts to some friends, they agreed, and I finally finished it! I hope you like it! I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted or if it doesn’t make sense ack

Lyrics = Bold + Italic | Memories = Italic

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth, See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend.

Somewhere, in New York, Michael was having the time of his bloody life. He was more than happy to leave Birmingham, and now, he didn’t really want to come back. With the girl he’d been sleeping with every night and the money he was making, he really believed he was living the life.

That was before the crash, then being warned by Arthur to leave New York, and then being caught by some random people on the boat. He married Y/n L/n on the boat, and planned to meet up with his family, but they didn’t believe a word he spoke. He felt they didn’t deserve to meet the girl who’d stolen his heart claimed it, along with his body, as her own.

Like most couples, they had their challenging times. He found loopholes, even if he didn’t like the way he handled the arguments, he was happy to still be with her. With each fight came a new item to her jewelry box. 

He knew it was wrong and didn’t feel any better about it, but he was head over heels for this girl, as she was for him. However, what he didn’t know, was that she worked with the Italian Mafia in New York.

Her heart, too, really did belong to the Gray boy, she just knew, as soon as she met his family, that at some point she’d have to go against him in a battle to the death.

Even if she didn’t want to, one day she’d be going against the love of her life. The Mafia’s leader held anything and everything he could against her, so there was no way out.

Regret filled her, but the more random gifts showed up on her doorstep, the more she felt the eagerness return. She really, really, did love him, but work and family was a bit more important than new earrings or diamonds.

Run your mouth, 'cause the other day he told you, He wanna fight but you give in to all you do. Your bold words come from a weak mouth, Baby's not much to brag about. Runnin' your mouth as he picks up another bill, You tried to fight with no power, no will, And you will give in to, uh-huh.

Runnin' away 'cause you know that worked once, You tried again, but this time he let you run. Your bold words are coming from a strong mouth, And I think you need a way out. Givin' in 'cause you don't know better, You never learn if you can just never Admit you're wrong, Pack up your bags yourself and get gone.

Luca showed up in Birmingham, Y/n disappeared more often. It was giving Michael slight panic. Unbeknownst to many, aside from the Changretta family, Luca Changretta was a very distant relative of hers. It was he whom she continued meeting with.

“Hello. I see you’re married now, huh?” His English words, drowned in his thick accent, flooded her ears, almost startling her.

“Luca. Yes, he loves me, is kind, smart, strong, caring and he-...he tends to buy me stuff...a lot...though... He doesn’t give it to me personally.”

The Italian scoffed with a laugh following shortly, “Doesn’t sound like much to brag about, sweetheart. How’s the family doing? Do they know about your position?”

“No. Not even close to figuring out, however, Michael is getting suspicious. I have a feeling he thinks I’ve found a conquest.”

“I suppose our meetings could die down, as long as you keep us updated, alright L/n? ...Or are you going soft? Like a little bitch, eh?” He smirked, watching her as she hesitated before she nodded. “You’re falling for him, no?” His smirk only grew as the tears began to form in her eyes.

“Michael..”

“Do you love me, Y/n?” They lied together, naked yet clothed in the warm embrace of one another. He studied her face, hoping that not even an ounce of hesitance to appear.

“Yes. I love you more than you could fathom.” She kissed him gently. “Do you love me, Michael?”

“More than I have ever loved anyone.”

They both told the truth. Their hearts soared with each kiss they shared, even nude they were ever so deeply in love. She married him full of happiness, but learned she’d have to make a deal with him or kill him with sorrow.

“That’s none of you damn business, Luca. I’ll get you your information, alright?” Y/n shoved past him, bumping his shoulder with hers as a wordless warning. 

She left him alone in that room, his cocky smirk still lying on his face as he adjusted his hat, walking outside and continuing his day as if their conversation never happened.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth; See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend.

And then he

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them. Just like he buys diamonds. Just like he buys diamonds

Her disinterest was all but too visible. The way she sipped her wine carelessly, refused to smile or speak unless the attention was on her, Michael felt sorry. He stood up, announcing their leave as he grabbed his coat and draped it over Y/n’s shoulders, “You ready to go, love?”

She inhaled deeply, breath shaking slightly yet not enough for Michael to notice, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

As they made their way down the street, Y/n’s hand reached for Michael’s and squeezed it as tight as she could. He looked at his wife with concern lacing his furrowed eyebrows, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing... I just... I’ve missed you.” She didn’t tell him about the Italian walking on the other side of the road, mirroring them while waiting with his gun hidden in his coat pocket.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/n...what do you think about ‘catching up’ back home?” His grin was one she’d missed, and one she would miss when she had to off him.

All Y/n gave him was a nod, rushing to their place before the spy could follow them. That night was the best she’d had since she’d left New York with him, and it reminded her that she wasn’t prepared to let him go. Not Yet.

The night went on after they’d had their fun, with her cuddled into his side, basking in his warmth and comfort, she finally slept peacefully. Y/n didn’t have to worry about killing any of her loved ones or being killed by them, or any other things involving Luca’s Vendetta.

Happened once, The first time you blamed him For what he did. But, of course, you let it happen again, Because your bold words are coming from a weak mouth, It's all we ever hear about. Happened twice, The second time you blamed you For what he did because he got the best of you. You say your side, Just say you're done, We are gonna re-run

"Why’re you even protecting him?” Luca mocked, laughing next to the door of the hospital. “He hurts you all the time, Y/n/n, so why don’t you try-”

“No, Luca! You hurt me. You drag me into this, tell me to hurt my husband, tell me to murder my husband, then blame him fo-” He grabbed Y/n’s cheeks with one hand, the other brushing away any stray hairs in her face.

“Tsk tsk, I’m just protecting you. What both our parents would want. Learn to be fucking grateful, or I’ll go in there and put an end to your precious little husband’s life myself.”

Y/n gulped, nodding slowly and walking into the hospital with the mafia following slowly behind her. She was their decoy, whether she liked it or not. As they neared Michael’s door, the nurse ran out with his gun and Luca grabbed Y/n, putting his gun against her head.

“Let her go!” Michael wheezed, struggling to stand. He checked his injury, looking back up to see his lover fidgeting in Luca’s grasp, genuine worry on her face while she watched Michael lift his shirt slightly, revealing his bleeding wound. 

Luca locked the door, turning to face Michael, Y/n still in his arms. “No can do.” He looked at the hospital bed, shaking his head at the sight, “Uh-uh uh-uh, where I’m from, hat on the bed is..unlucky.” He stepped forward, pressing he gun harder into her head.

She began to grab at his arm, the pain becoming too real than what they’d agreed on.

“My family,” He stepped closer, “say it brings death.” Luca studied Michael, the small smirk returning to his face. “Maybe...maybe that’s what happened. Last time my men were sent for you, you got lucky.”

Y/n yelped as Luca shoved her harshly into one of the men he’d brought with him. He pointed the gun at Michael’s face, “And now,” it’s cold touch was felt on Michael’s skin, “your luck’s run out.” He coked the gun. Fired it. Fired it. Fired it. Fired it. 

With each pull of the trigger, he walked backwards. Finally, he grabbed a hold of Y/n again. This time, his grip was too much. “Stop it Luca! You’re hurting me!” 

Michael’s face contorted with confusion at her plea. “You know his name?”

“Know my name? Michael. Michael Michael Michael, she knows more than just my name. After all, she’s from New York and knows how to handle a fucking weapon.” He brought Y/n in front of him, ignoring her small squeak of pain, “Oh, and uh, tell your mother we have a deal.”

With his finishing sentence, he pulled Y/n out of the room with him, rushing out without a second look. His work had been done for the day, but Y/n’s was just getting started.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth. See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend

And then he

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them; Just like he buys diamonds

After forcing her identity to Michael against her will, Luca kept her with him. Almost like a victim. A hostage. Pretty soon and easily, she found a way to break free of his control. She didn’t have to worry about Luca’s threats and bribes. The way he offered up fortunes just for her to help him out.

“That house you’ve wanted? Since you were a kid? I’ll sell it, but perhaps I can make a deal with you and you’ll be the person to get it?” When he held her dream home hostage.

“Remember the time you and I used to dance around my mother’s living room? You dressed in her pearl necklaces and oversized heels, me in my father’s tuxes? We can do it again, ya know.” That was when he bought her a variety of pearl necklaces and expensive heels.

“Y/n. I know you’ve been eyeing that dress. You can have it, you know...of course, like everything, it does come with a price.”

“I could just sell it... or?”

“I’ll buy it for you, all you have to do is agree.”

Then one day, she went broke. Ran from Luca to avoid his anger that would reign as soon as he’d found out of her losses. That was when she met Michael. First they shared their bodies, in exchange for a few things of cash. It happened again, then again, and again.

They fell in love.

Luca heard of the news, teasing Y/n when she returned the next day. He didn’t tell her that he knew exactly who her lover was, instead, he used hurtful words, taunting her with guilt and feeling nothing for it. When she began to fade away from the mafia, he tricked her back in.

With the necklace that once belonged to her now dead mother.

The bastard threatened to pawn it.

And she fell for it.

All the games, all the lies, In exchange for a dime. All the times that you fell on the floor, And he left you there to die. All of the bad, all of the sad, You would just let him take it back. Forget the pain, forget the rain; 'Til it happens again

Each night passed her by. She felt the emptiness. Her arms bare at the times of night and day Michael and her would be holding each other. It was all falling into place. The reason she felt overjoyed to be with another person other than the bloody mafia.

“Luca...” The girl bowed her head, full of guilt. She need help. Actual help. The stupid mafia work was taking over her mind, she was having flashbacks, it was too much, and she need a break.

“What do you want?” She didn’t answer, but continued sobbing. “What the fuck do you want?!” Y/n flinched, backing away from Luca as he continued.

“I need therapy, Luca.”

“Therapy my ass.” He laughed, walking back to his desk and staring her down. “If you want help, go. No one’ll want to help you, foolish girl.”

“And why is that?”

“Who’d want to help a sad, soft, broken girl who’s from the mafia? No one, Y/n. They’d laugh in your face. That’s what they’d do. So go ahead, try. Give it your best shot. Just don’t come crying back to me when they tell you to fuck off.” He flashed her one last smirk, walking out of the room and leaving her in it’s dark, cold, almost haunting, void.

Luca Changretta was the problem. It was never Michael. It was the bastard who manipulated her every step of the way. The one who claimed he was doing what their parents would’ve wanted, when really, he was doing what he wanted. 

When she begged for help, he left her until she returned without any talk of needing help or leaving the business. Just like he wanted.

Y/n inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. It was time to get what she wanted for once. She exhaled and opened her eyes. Nothing could stop her now.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend

And then he

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them; Just like he buys diamonds

His body dropped to the ground, smoke blowing from her gun, gin escaping the barrel behind where he previously stood. Y/n had just killed Luca fucking Changretta.

“Y/n... help- me..” He spat blood, begging for the help he refused to give her.

Tommy moved to point Luca’s gun at the woman, before she shot him a look, aiming her gun back to the Italian on his knees.

“You can’t buy me like you buy your fucking bribe gifts anymore, eh Luca?” 

That’s when she shot. 

When the look of realization hit his face and the smirk he previously paraded around her jumped from his mouth to hers. When Michael noticed her presence. When she finally broke free of his manipulation.

Michael took her into his arms, squeezing her in a bone crushing hug. “I- I’m so sorry... I almost...”

“No. Michael, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about Luca. I should’ve helped you and your family prevent this... I could’ve...”

“Luca was controlling you. You had no way of letting me know without risking your own life.” He nodded towards his family. “They might not trust you for a bit, but Y/n, I trust you with my whole damn life. What can I do to make this up to you?”

“Anything as long as it’s not buying me fucking jewelry. I’m really over that now...” They shared a chuckle. 

Y/n ripped the necklace from her neck, the one Luca had gifted her before she joined Michael on the trip to Birmingham, and threw it next to his lifeless body. “I don’t need your dirty money, Luca. May it rot in hell with your pathetic self.”

She looked back to her husband, cupping his cheek and connecting their lips again, “I think I’d prefer more physical making up.” She could feel the grin beginning to form on his lips, “not that type, handsome. I’m thinking we just lie in bed for the rest of the day. We’ve earned it.”

“That we have.” Michael’s eyes connected with hers. Both could agree wordlessly; it sure was good to be back.

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them; Just like he buys diamonds. Just like he buys diamonds.

[smallheathgangsters]

Cugino | L.C.

A/N: this is a little christmas present and my entry for @sophieshelby's 750 followers winter celebration!

Request: this one by @bienessy

Luca Changretta x Reader

Word Count: 1294

Type: fluff, christmas themed

Summary: Luca's family's Christmas dinner triggers his jealous side and Y/N is having the most fun with it.

“Don’t be nervous, love,” Luca whispered in your ear while guiding you through the entrance of the mansion. The entrance was decorated beautifully. A large Christmas tree had been put up and decorated with luxurious ornaments, looking like every one of them had cost a fortune. Your gaze travelled around the room, appreciating every part of it. You had expressed your tension during the lengthy car ride multiple times, making your boyfriend reassure you more than once and placing sweet kisses on your forehead every now and then, hoping it would relax you at least a tiny bit.

“It’s so pretty,” you gasped, forgetting about how anxious you had been the entire trip to the party for a few seconds.

You and Luca had only been together for a few months, but he’d already persuaded you to join him at his cousin’s Christmas party in Northern Italy. It had been a ridiculously long journey from America, but since he wanted to deal with some business in England after, it was worth the expense. And after seeing the amount of snow and the breathtaking mountains, you knew immediately you’d do it all over again, anytime.

“Cugino!”

You head whipped around, facing a very tall – towering over Luca even –, dark-haired man with a thick beard. Olive-coloured, piercing eyes immediately locking with yours. Then, they moved to Luca. “Good to see you!”

You heard your boyfriend letting out a heartfelt sigh, before allowing his relative to pull him into an clumsy hug. “Matteo, thank you for the invitation.”

“Sicuro,” Matteo replied. His voice was loud. “I’m impressed. I knew you were bringing company, but I did not expect her to be this pretty.”

Another sigh escaped Luca’s mouth. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Matteo, my cousin and the host of this year’s Christmas dinner.”

“You have a beautiful house,” you complimented, gesturing at your surroundings.

Matteo grinned cheekily. “Make yourself at home. Changrettas share everything, what is mine, is yours, too. Right, cugino?”

“Yes … of course.”

Luca did not like his cousin. Or at least he was not fond of him in the slightest. You could feel the discomfort, especially in the way his hand was clinging to yours, his rings pressing against your slender fingers. It hurt a little, but you decided to not mention it. At least not while Matteo was still present.

“Well, it was lovely meeting you,” his cousin announced, “but I need to find my wife and make sure everything goes as planned. She’s been very frantic about Christmas being perfect.”

You sent him a kind smile. “I understand. Don’t let us keep you waiting.”

Matteo winked at you cheekily before taking off in a hurry.

“Idiota,” you caught your boyfriend mumbling just when his cousin was out of sight. You looked up at him and chuckled. “Is he that horrible?”

“Did you not see the way he looked at you?”

“I couldn’t really concentrate, my love. I was too busy trying to ignore the pain you caused by squishing my hand to death.”

His grip loosed at once. “Oh, forgive me, gioia mia. You should’ve said something!”

“In front of your cousin?” you asked provocatively.

His offended expression said everything, making you laugh. “You’re unbelievable. Soon, I’ll be calling you idiota, too,” he responded.

“How romantic,” you giggled, struggling to wipe the cocky grin off your face.

“You can make fun of me all you want, I just don’t want you to get anywhere near him,” Luca stated, scanning the room.

You shrugged, following his gaze. “Fine. I won’t.”

Luca’s family was lovely. Warm, welcoming, and beaming of kindness. And the food … the food was absolutely fantastic. You could have eaten at least two more servings, but you didn’t want to be impolite.

After dinner, Luca excused himself to go for a smoke with his father and have a private chat. He rarely left your side around many people, but he had seen how well you had gotten along with his relatives, so he felt comfortable enough to leave you by yourself for a few minutes.

“Tell me, gorgeous, what do you see in him?”

Matteo. Perhaps Luca hadn’t been exaggerating. The moment he disappeared, his cousin showed up.

“In Luca?”

“You seem quite a bit younger than him.”

You snorted. “Your wife doesn’t seem much older, if we’re being frank.”

He licked his lips, as if admitting defeat. “Very well. There might be some truth to that. I suggest, we skip the small talk and I ask you to dance?”

“I wouldn’t mind dancing,” you confessed, although asking yourself, if Luca would. But, since he probably wouldn’t be returning in the next couple of minutes, you decided not to decline his request. After all, he was the host.

He guided you to the dance floor, right into the centre of the living room, in between all the other couples. Clearly trying to make a statement, you were attentive enough to realise that. Matteo’s hands were much larger than Luca’s. His entire physique was. Without knowing, you would have never guessed that they were cousins.

The two of you had just started moving to the rhythm, when, in the corner of your eye, you spotted your boyfriend entering the hall. It only took him a split second to locate you. And it only took you a split second to notice that he was not happy about the situation. At all. Determined, but trying his best not to draw any unnecessary attention on himself, he pushed through the dancers. When he reached you, he grabbed his cousin’s upper arm forcefully. “Cugino, we need to have a conversation.”

Matteo’s eyes widened, surprised, though he let Luca drag him away. You stood there, dumbfounded, not really knowing if you should follow them or go the opposite way to give them their privacy. You stood there awkwardly for a short moment, before moving through the people to reach the other side of the dance floor. There, you noticed Luca’s mother watching the happenings.

“I apologise for my son’s behaviour,” she quietly said, when you approached her.

You snorted. “No need. I’ll talk to him about it when he’s done speaking aggressively to his cousin.”

She laughed. “Not even New York can drive out the Italian in him.”

“Perhaps not, but that’s okay.”

His mother gave you a doubtful look. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Absolutely. And to be honest, I very much like to tease him about it.”

Finally, Luca showed up.

“I am sorry, I should not have left you alone,” he rambled. “I should have known Matteo hasn’t changed at all.”

“In what way?” you questioned.

Luca cupped your face and gently caressed your cheeks with his thumb. “My cousin is very jealous. Always has been. Of my business, my success, but mostly my women.”

“Women?” you smirked, stressing the plural form.

Luca rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. He just can’t be happy for me and always tried to meddle in my relationships.”

“Does it run in the family?”

“What?”

“Jealousy. Because right now, I can only see one jealous man and it isn’t Matteo.”

“You little–”

Luca picked you up swiftly, making you squeal. “Put me down, I dare you!”

“You know what happens to naughty girls? They get thrown into the snow!”

“Stop!” you laughed, kicking your feet. “Please don’t! I promise I’ll be nice!”

“You promise means nothing,” Luca said, playfully faking a heartbroken face after placing you back on your feet.

You let out a relieved breath. “Sometimes I really forget that you’re a grown man.”

Luca smiled, though shaking his head in disbelief. “You really can’t contain the taunting.”

You shook your head, smiling back. “No. It’s just too much fun.”

[lucacangettathisass]

WIP Tag

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

now i dont have a WIP folder, per se, just WIPs in general, if that makes sense. I’ve decided to separate them into different categories, fanfic and original, and for fanfic i’ve organized it by fandom alphabetically. let’s go.

tagged by @lilithenaltum

FANFIC

CRIMINAL MINDS

Untitled [spencer reid x oc]: this is an idea i’ve had for a while that im finally getting around to writing. i made a plot bunny post for it here. basically family murdered, blame put on the largely black and brown vodou community, the team gets a mambo/manbo (depending on which term u like) to help and ooooh boy spencer falls hard and fast.

MARVEL

Feel Like This [stephen strange x female!reader]: stephen takes on reader as a student, and shit goes south. can be found here, currently working on final part.

Home Is Where The Heart(h) Is [stephen strange x female!reader x loki]: reader gets a job as the PA for the avengers. shenanigans ensue. can be found here, currently on hold.

Untitled [loki x oc]: also has a plot bunny post here. featuring major canon divergence, norse myth, and the whole ‘Loved One Being Reincarnated’ trope.

Untitled [loki x female!reader]: after falling from the rainbow bridge, loki ends up in the reader’s garden. predictably, things go to shit.

Untitled [loki x female!reader]: the reader, who is the daughter of an unseelie queen, explores the mortal world and gets herself entangled with the avengers, and their charge loki, who is beyond delighted by the reader.

PEAKY BLINDERS

Acquisitions [luca changretta x shelby!female!reader]: s4 canon divergence, wherein the reader, a shelby, is married off to luca to make peace between the families. can find it here, updated incredibly sporadically.

Hell Hath No Fury [luca changretta x female!reader]: s4 canon divergence. the reader is tommy’s long suffering wife and turns against him. can find it here, also updated incredibly sporadically.

My Lover In The Front Row [luca changretta x me] (seriously): luca goes to a performance at a burlesque club where he sees moi perform and falls head over heels. self indulgent af.

Untitled [tommy shelby x oc]: plot bunny post here. i know i say that i hate tommy, and dont worry i truly do, but i actually make him bearable in my fics when i want to. also im love ballet.

Untitled [tommy shelby x indian!reader x luca changretta]: some s4 canon divergence. reader gets a job as charlie’s nanny and it all snowballs from there.

RIVERDALE

Untitled [sweet pea x oc]: plot bunny post can be found here. also features jeronica because im love that ship.

RWBY

Glitter And Gold [various ships]: tells the stories of some of my rwby ocs.

Strange Bedfellows [blake belladonna x roman torchwick]: au where blake remains with the white fang, and after it joins forces with cinder, she is paired with neo (and thus roman) to infiltrate beacon. listen im trash for this ship ok sue me.

Untitled [qrow branwen x blake belladonna]: au where qrow goes to menagerie at ozpin’s behest to try and get the faunus onside. he meets blake and well, im sure yall can guess.

YU-GI-OH

Untitled [ryou bakura/yami bakura/marik ishtar/yami marik x me]: i transfer to domino high, where i meet the king of games himself and discover a few things about myself, and the neat scarab brooch i bought from a thrift store. self indulgent as fuck try and stop me coppers.

YU-GI-OH 5DS

Untitled [yusei fudo x oc x jack atlas]: plot bunny post can be found here. featuring some canon divergence.

ORIGINAL

Autonomy: As the best engineer in New Orleans, it was normal for Marcel to develop professional connections, the newest of which being John St. Clair; a toy maker from New York.

Along with his business, John brings with him his young daughter, Minnie, who is set to make her debut in New Orleans society.

Beautiful, kind, and intelligent, it doesn’t take long for Minnie to catch the eye of several men, including Marcel.

But is John St. Clair as happy to have Marcel as a son-in-law and a business partner? Or will another suitor ultimately win?

(steampunk historical romance ficiton)

Untitled: After spending her first year of university in Rome, and away from the Tuscan countryside she’s called home, Carlotta finally returns to help her family run their inn for the tourist season.

While back, she meets Victor, who has decided to summer in Tuscany. As Carlotta finds herself drawn more and more to mysterious Victor, she discovers a diary that belonged to a female relative from the 1880s, describing her torrid affair with a wealthy foreigner.

A foreigner who sounds a lot like Victor.

i tag @thefudge @gameofdooweeoo @blinder-secrets