#lucas is Going Thru It

[aberfaeth]

luca piere might be one of the only characters ever to match sophie devereaux in both 1. insane relationship to the idea of the self as a gestalt compilation of attractive half-truths or perhaps some shiny intrinsic thing buried beneath every other impulse and invention, kept small and hidden for the sake of its own preservation, and 2. horniness

[sageandred]

[2truehearts]

when your cheeks start to flare up - and not in the good sense - athanasia will be all over you as if you were dangerously precarious and could fall at any moment. she tries her best to assist you on her own but good intentions oftentimes cannot solve latching fevers; so she calls for a doctor (which are the absolute best at their proffession, mind you) (and yes that is doctor without an s, you miraculously convinvced your lover to not summon the whole kingdom's supply of doctors - however barely) and lets them treat you instead. her hands might've been a bit clumsy when the doctor takes their leave, saying more than fives times to the princess that no, you aren't on your death bed - but be rest assured, she listened to their every word and follow them well. if lucas finds out you're sick, he'll worry, yes - but he knows you're capable enough to take care of yourself (but that still does not prevent him from eyeing you like a goddamn hawk). you'll know he knows when the man is all over you like the newest disease you've caught; and you find he's more annoying than the constant coughs and bitter medication because heavens he chastises you for every single thing more than before when ill. you tripped over the uneven part of a carpet? you're going blind and dumber by the minute. you bumped into a wall? same thing but this time he says your brain rolled out of your head when you tripped earlier. doesn't he know that you shouldn't piss off someone who's sick?? seriously, this man is ten times more annoying but make it in a caring way that makes you take care of yourself more so you don't have to go through that hell, ever again. @strangerspdf 2023.

[brunosaderogatory]

Actually, everyone else is wrong. Ciao Alberto is for the first time workers who haven’t gotten the hang of it and thus are constantly fucking up, to the detriment of both their coworkers, patrons, and themselves.

[sotc]

another photo dump of my rook Armas! angy catboy on the streets, charming softie in the..... pantry

[moon--meeks]

I open food fantasy for the first time in like a month an who am I met with as soon as I open???

And yknow who this fucker looks like low-key????

LOOK

Spot the difference I dare you

[whitehartlane]

in that vid that the prem did of all the players and managers pronouncing their names pape pronounced his name as ‘papé’ not once but twice 😭😭😭

[callfordyke]

if i say that i have mixed feelings towards house md 6x22. then what.

[skypied]

Dreaming up a fic where Luca flunks out of school and he gets massively depressed over it and is convinced there's no hope for a failure for him so he moves back home to his family and tries to force himself to accept life underseas but after a while of fruitless cheering-up attempts from Alberto, Massimo off-handedly asks Luca if he can take an old clock that's stopped to a repair shop in town and Luca is mesmerized by watching him repair it and helps him out (he's getting old and his hands are shaky) and eventually becomes his apprentice. And now to the important bit: sometimes Alberto and him go to the shop in the evening to tinker undisturbed and one time they're stuck on a project and Alberto figures out the solution and Luca is so elated and proud he kisses him for the first time

[theworldisvast]

💀 -tell me of loss

Ah, loss. The perfect reminder to live each day to its fullest and create memories to look back on when it inevitably hits you.

Yeah, there's been a fair amount of it in my life, like anyone's going to face eventually. My mother passed when I was a teenager, and that was part of my decision to halt my 'adventure' in Sinnoh. And then there's my old friend, Lucas... He had a head start on me as a Pokémon trainer, and he was the one who went on to become the Champion of Sinnoh.

When we were sixteen, though, Lucas disappeared. All of his Pokémon and all of his belongings stayed, though- and the assumption was that he would return.

Yeah.. over twenty years later, no sign. No body.

I do miss him, though.

Bitterly.

[thegreatdemonzhuyan]

remakes that miss the point of their source material........... my behated

[dykewinry-moved]

Maybe it's becagse im in withdrawal but im so fucking angry with my high school right now. "We sent your transcript out last week" WELL WHERE IS IT????

[strawberry-peach]

You know what, watching Luca's stuff I've re-acquaintanced myself with some terms my grandma used tu say to us all the time. Like vafangulo and testa dicatso. Oh memories.

[lexirosewrites]

Part 2 of ?

(I guess maybe this could b a sort of beauty & the beast???)

Steve passed out from either fear or relief of being in the arms of something similar to his Eddie, he isnt sure.

When he awakes he's in the upside down, but it's different. bc Steve can hear water. He can hear the gentle sounds of water running over rocks & dirt. A stream. He can look out a window to a sky tht is not a constant storm but now like night w a moon tht burns red. There r no black slimy vines tht he can see from where he is ensconced in a haphazard nest. The air remains stale tho he cannot see the dark motes tht floated throughout every encounter w the place.

Steve is in a cabin. It isn't Hopper's, no, but Steve recognizes it anyway. It's the cabin Eddie had shown him. Not in real life but thru pictures he had from an early childhood w seldom happy moments. The Tennessee cabin he said his maternal grandmother had raised him in for nearly 2 yrs while his parents had been somewhere getting high. He'd told Steve about the stream, shown him pictures of the kitchen his grandfather had built, and sung him the lullaby he barely remembered the words to.

This is where Steve wakes up after a terrifying flight thru the night & into another dimension. He wants to panic, he wants to feel the urge to escape, to try to get in contact w the rest of the party... but he doesn't, not rlly. Bc the creature had smelled like Eddie, HIS Eddie. He'd smelled like cedar & roasted cardamom seed whilst everything from the upside down just smelled wrong. Now he's in a nest & he can smell his Alpha again.

When Steve explores the rest of the cabin he sees no sign of the creature he's beginning to understand could very well actually BE Eddie.

MEANWHILE IN THE RIGHT SIDE UP...

The party r barely holding onto reason enough to try to make a plan, to try to understand what has taken Steve; their pack's omega. Anxiety is the scent tht stings the air in Steve's dining room.

Nancy & Lucas had to restrain Robin when she bared her fangs & her scent turned feral bc she was going to attack Hopper. When she calmed down she offered no apologies except to Lucas for tearing off the sleeve of his jacket in the struggle. She sat silent as everyone tried to plan, as El & Will tried to feel what was happening, tried to find Steve.

Eventually she went & stood outside in Steve's backyard, staring at the glowing lights of the pool. Staring at the dark stains tht thing had left behind w every visit, each time getting closer to the house. What confused everyone (including her) was tht no lights had flickered whenever the thing tht looked like Eddie had appeared, tht he'd always appear w a dead monster, and tht somehow he'd sprouted wings.

Robin might not b Steve's alpha, she might not have a mating bond w him, but he is still her omega in the ways tht matter. Her rage at Hopper had rlly been at herself, for failing to protect her platonic w a capital P soulmate. If she closed her eyes & focused she felt as if she could smell his sugary apples & cinnamon scent, but she was also wearing his sunshine yellow sweatshirt. It'd been a courting gift from Eddie & the other alpha had easily accepted tht any soft clothes he gifted the omega would also likely b commandeered by the female alpha.

Then an inkling of an idea entered her mind. It wasn't a fully formed anything but Robin didn't stick around to tell anyone or try to brainstorm it into completion. She didn't want El or Will to cotton on to what she was going to do bc it was reckless. Instead she took a deep breath of Steve's scent from the collar of the sweatshirt she was wearing & took off into the night.

(This is going to get a part 3, mayhaps a 4th, but I think it'd b fun to send tht in next slick sunday & leave everyone in suspense🤭)

i look forward to part 3!

[joejhang]

my tgr wishlist

a compiled list of all the things i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to see in the golden raven (spoilers ??? for tsc and aftg ahead)

jeremy LOSING his goddamn mind

angsty kevjean interview

kevjean deep conversation ??? kiss and make up ???

cat teaching jean how to ride a motorcycle

andrew to say another one (1) word so i can go insane about his aura

jeremy crash out.

jeanneil bestfriendisms

neil being a cunty diva (just by existing on-page)

jerejean development ????

jean punching someone (SORRY I JUST NEED HIM TO CLOCK SOMEONE'S SHIT IT CAN BE JEREMY OR KEVIN OR LUCAS IDC I'M THERE)

jeremy lore drop (TEN chapters we are being FED)

grayson's death (neil's boutta pull thru (what a king))

nora absolutely BREAKING jeremy

andreil crumbs (i am a simple, simple woman)

more lore from the nest (it may break me but)

elodie moreau lore

the beginning of the moriyama empire takedown (PLEASE nora PLEASE)

jeremy crash out.

more kevin and jeremy interaction (keremy i will always ALWAYS love you)

jeremy finding out about the moriyamas (either thru jean or kevin)

the new exy season (wait idk if the timeline matches up i just know i NEED to see the foxes vs trojans game in tsc3 + the trojans winning championships for the first time EVER) and exy games from jean's pov

jeremy crash out.

jean healing more, smiling, laughing, ANYTHING GODDD JUST LET MY PRINCESS BE HAPPY

[zablife]

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars (Part 4)

Tommy Shelby x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta)

Summary: As Aurora begins to heal physically under the care of Tommy and Frances, her heart is wounded by shocking news from home.

A/N: I discontinued this series many months ago, but my lovely moots encouraged me to cont exploring my OC, Aurora. Thru their support, I've renewed my interest in finishing this series and I hope you'll enjoy the journey!

Warnings: language, drinking, mention of death

☀️🌙✨MASTERLIST✨🌙☀️

Part 3

Frances helped Aurora to her chair at the breakfast table carefully, eyes snapping to attention at the slightest wince of pain. When she was seated comfortably, Aurora smiled up at the kind housekeeper and thanked her as the woman placed a linen napkin onto her lap. It was the first morning Aurora had been well enough to join Tommy for breakfast and she surveyed the long table of food, wondering if he was expecting more guests.

“Are you feeding an army?” she asked in amusement, glancing down the long table which held a wide assortment of dishes. 

Tommy chuckled, “I didn’t know what you’d eat so I had the cook prepare some options.” Looking on with concern still etched into his brow he reminded his guest, “You need your strength.”

“It looks delicious, thank you,” Aurora commented, eyeing a large plate of poached eggs, sausage and tomato. “At least you’ll eat some of this so it doesn’t go to waste,” she noted.

Frances just hummed, knowing perfectly well Mr. Shelby wouldn’t eat a bite. He preferred his cigarettes and tea first thing in the morning with little else, but there was no point in telling Aurora this. The last thing Frances wanted was to make the young woman uncomfortable or self conscious. She placed a dish before Aurora and excused herself as Tommy sat back in his chair, tucking his pocket watch into his waistcoat. 

“You’re looking well,” he declared with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. 

“I’ve received excellent care,” Aurora remarked. “Your housekeeper is an angel,” she added, as Frances beamed from the doorway.

“I see you two have made amends,” he smirked. 

“Yes, well…I apologized to her. I was unwell when we met…and I wasn’t thinking clearly,” she explained haltingly. She was ashamed of her behavior when she first arrived at Arrow House, especially after the care Frances had shown. 

“S alright,” Tommy said, reaching for his cigarettes and rubbing one across his lips before lighting it. “I can assure you, she’s seen me at my worst and hasn’t left yet.” He took a long drag and exhaled slowly as Aurora’s eyes caught his across the table through the veil of smoke. He coughed and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Then again people are loyal to those who pay their wages.”

Aurora reached for a slice of toast as she thought about his words, cynical yet practical. She’d often been accused of the same, but her father had taught her that a good business required a firm hand. It was part of the reason she’d always held Enzo at arms length. However, the sentimental side of her couldn’t help but think of him now. If he faced danger because of what he’d done to help her escape. She tried to get her mind off his fate and back to the matters at hand, ready to share information with Tommy.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but all the men who came from New York are hired by the Sabini family not the Changrettas,” she offered. Tommy leaned forward onto his elbows, eager to listen as she continued. “The men that are here surrounding Luca follow orders from my father,” Aurora said, catching Tommy’s eye and holding his gaze for emphasis. 

Tommy flicked ash onto an empty bread plate as he shook his head softly. “Loyalty isn’t just about money, though is it? It’s the trust you have in those who know you best,” he emphasized, pointing his cigarette toward her. “For me, my strength is my family. You see we went through very dark days not long ago and for some reason they still put their faith in me during this war. That can’t be bought.”

Aurora bristled at the thought that she was merely a pile of cash to the men in her employ. She cared for them and their families deeply and they her. “Trust is the only definition of loyalty,” she stressed. “My father didn’t become the most powerful man in New York without forging bonds with his men. They would die for him.”

“But not Luca?” Tommy asked pointedly.

Aurora looked away as she slowly began to shake her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought of the men they’d already lost. It was true that they had placed their faith in her and the Sabini name. It turned her stomach to think of what had been asked of them and she slid her plate away with a harsh gulp. “Luca thinks I’m the one who subverts his plans and plants doubt in the minds of our soldiers, but the truth is he doesn’t have their respect.”

Tommy shot her a knowing look as he proclaimed, “Then let’s offer them someone they can trust.” Stamping out his cigarette, he pushed away from the table and strode toward her with an open palm. Aurora couldn’t help but reach for him as well in the moment, joining him for a stroll in the garden to continue discussing their plans.

The morning paper sat untouched upon the table, the disturbing headlines from America unread as they passed a pleasant hour strolling in the garden. When Frances came to clear the dishes her fingertips brushed across the stark black and white print, her distress visible to the other members of staff as she repeated in a low whisper, “Antonio Sabini Feared Dead.”

———————-

Tommy paced before his desk, waiting for Polly to offer guidance.  “Does she know how serious it is?” his aunt asked pointedly.

“She didn’t even read the morning paper, Pol,” Tommy answered on a low breath.

“Are you saying she doesn’t know anything?” 

Tommy nodded in confirmation, swiping a hand down his face. “I asked the staff to keep quiet until I think of the words.” He didn’t want to be the one to tell Aurora her fatherly was gravely ill, but didn’t want anyone else to deliver the horrible message.

“Don’t you think you should give her the news?” Polly prodded, watching the color drain from his face. She instantly recognized his fondness for the woman upstairs, softening at the revelation.

“Would she even believe me?” Tommy asked, knowing Aurora still didn’t fully trust the delicate arrangement of their cohabitation.

“You need to tell her as soon as possible,” Polly advised, watching Tommy intently to see if he would heed her counsel.

Striding toward the decanter of whisky, Tommy grumbled a reluctant agreement to her plan. As Polly waited for a definitive reply, he poured himself a generous drink. Then turning slowly from the bar, he answered, “Tomorrow.”

Polly intended to hold him to the promise, wanting a swift resolution to the problem at hand. However, she understood there was something more at play. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Thomas.”

Tommy turned with a jerk, a look of annoyance spreading across his face. “Say what you mean, Pol,” he demanded as he sunk his drink in one gulp.

“You care for this woman so be careful,” she stated emphatically, knowing she’d been correct as his eyes flashed a warning not to interfere.

Tommy furrowed his brow, unwilling to accept his aunt’s pronouncement. “It’s business, Pol,” he insisted.

Polly gave a slow, reluctant nod. “If you say so,” she conceded. However, her eyebrows raised a fraction as she glanced across the room at him. “I’ll say goodnight then.” Taking up her coat in one hand and handbag in the other, her heels clicked swiftly across the floor. 

As the door closed behind his aunt, Tommy dropped into a nearby chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he thought of the difficult conversation awaiting him in the morning.

——————-

Daylight would bring new challenges not even Polly could have predicted. As the phone trilled loudly from the hall, Tommy noticed the change in Frances’ voice as she spoke, the nearly imperceptible change of tone enough to draw him from his room in unabashed hurry. 

Frances was surprised at the sight of him clad only in pajama bottoms, rushing toward her as though he understood the importance of the call without knowing who was on the line.

“Who shall I say is calling?” Frances continued in a professional manner, eyeing her employer nervously as she relayed the message. “It’s an Italian, sir. He says his name is Enzo,” she informed him, passing the receiver into his sweaty palm.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Mr. Shelby, but this is a matter of great importance," the foreign caller informed him.

“What’s happened?” Tommy asked breathlessly and without any of the usual pleasantries.

The line crackled with static, momentarily delaying the words that would send Tommy reeling. “Aurora is with you, yes?”

Tommy’s throat constricted, mouth suddenly parched as he fought the urge to shout it wasn’t true. However, he had to expect the Sabinis had been watching him the same way his men had been following their family.

“Your silence is confirmation enough,” Enzo decreed. 

As Tommy growled wordlessly, the other man kept his calm, offering a placation Tommy hadn’t been expecting. “I mean you no harm as I’m only a messenger,” the man explained. “I’ve taken great risk to contact you so Aurora should know…”

“Know what?” Tommy uttered on a low breath, afraid of the answer.

“Her father has died. This is all I wish to say to her, along with my most sincere condolences,” Enzo admitted, a sadness tinging his voice.

The line went dead before Tommy could reply, his hand still clutching the receiver tightly. If he thought the news of her father’s illness would be hard to break, this seemed impossible.

———————-

The moment of truth came sooner rather than later as Aurora joined Tommy in his study a few hours later. She took a seat across from Tommy’s desk, watching him scribble a note on some paperwork before clearing her throat for attention.

“You’re distracted this morning,” she noted, pursing her lips in disapproval. 

“M sorry,” Tommy replied. “That wasn’t my intention. Have you eaten?” he asked, stalling for time. 

Aurora instantly noticed the full ashtray at his elbow and the tension he held in his jaw, asking pointedly, “You’ve had a difficult morning?”

Tommy inhaled a long, deep breath, his gaze wandering to the window for a moment of peace before Aurora’s next statement stabbed into him.

“Vigliacco!” (coward) she spat, shaking her head at him. "Why didn’t you tell me about my father?” she hissed, eyes burning with a bright fury he’d yet to behold even in her moments of deep rage.

“H-how did you know?” Tommy stuttered, mind racing to think of any staff besides Frances who might be privy to that information.

“You're not the only one who talks to Maggie at the exchange,” she countered, jutting out her chin at him.

Tommy turned to face Aurora with a look of repentance shining in his eyes. He had wanted to tell her himself, never meaning for her to learn of something so tragic in such an impersonal way.

“What did you hope to gain by keeping this from me? Did you imagine I’d stay here with you forever?” she scoffed, twisting the knife of rejection. “How dare you!”

He swallowed harshly before offering, “I was going to tell you.”

“Now you don’t have to,” she spat, pushing up from her chair with one last glare in Tommy’s direction.

“I’m going to the church to pray for my father. Don’t follow me!” Storming out of the room, she slammed the door behind herself with a finality that told Tommy it was best to leave her to her grief.

 ——————-

The last rays of sun poured through stained glass, casting jeweled shadows of deep blue and emerald across the empty wooden pews. The scent of polish hung in the air along with a lingering thickness of incense from morning mass. Though smaller than the cathedral she’d frequented as a child, the tiny chapel had a familiarity about it that provided immense comfort.

Blowing out the match she’d used to light a candle in her father’s honor, Aurora knelt down to pray for his soul. It was a surreal moment of disconnection, her lips speaking the words of a prayer she knew by heart and yet her mind wandered far across the ocean. Would anything be different if she and Luca hadn’t left to fight this vendetta? She inhaled a shaky breath as she wondered if the strain had led to his untimely demise. 

“Forgive me, Papa,” she whispered as she made the sign of the cross. She remained in contemplative silence a moment longer, startling at the sound of scuffed footsteps behind her. The rosary she held in her right hand dropped to the stone floor with a loud clinking, met by the disapproving tsk of the person standing behind her.

Aurora turned slowly, brushing the edge of her lace mantilla to look upon Luca’s face for the first time since he’d chased her at the docks.

“Don't look so surprised, principessa,” he chided, fixing his tie in a calm, unhurried display of arrogance.

Aurora felt her entire body turn rigid as she studied the way his lip curled into a satisfied sneer, her eyes darting wildly for anyone who might come to her rescue, but there wasn’t a soul to be found.

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