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Animal - A Luca Changretta/Reader One Shot Story.

It's here, besties! :D Hope you like it!

Words - 2,380

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I want you, Luca. I want you in every single way a woman can enjoy a man. I want your mouth all over me, your hands to touch every last inch of my flesh, to paint your pleasure across me like I’m a canvas, until every colour in the palette runs into the next. I want you to fuck me until I’ve no voice left, until I’m trembling and gasping for breath, until I’m begging you to stop, but pleading with you to keep going all at once.

I want you to be rough with me, wrap my hair around your fist, fuck me brutally from behind until I gush all over your beautiful, perfect big cock. I want you to turn me over and fucking choke me on it, fuck my mouth until I gag and spit on it, making it wetter before you tell me that I’m you’re dirty little puttana and you love me for it. You know I’ll swallow every goddamned drop when you finally come for me, too.

In short, my darling, I want the kind of sex that would make half the barbarity in the Old Testament look tame. Hurry, lover. I miss you.”

The note fluttered from his grasp, a wide-eyed and very, very hard Luca lost to a sexual daze, the near ever-present toothpick in his mouth dangling from his lower lip. “Is this broad for fuckin’ real?” he whispered, wondering how in the fuck he was even meant to stand up after reading that, let alone put one foot in front of the other and then drive a car without crashing it.

Not only had you told him how heavily your want was stirred for him, you’d told him in the dirtiest, yet most poetic way he’d ever had a message conveyed to him. He isn’t sure he wouldn’t have suffered a heart attack, had you actually whispered those words in person.

He can, however, muster the strength to rise and, with trousers entirely too tight due to the colossal erection your words have left him with, walk somewhat awkwardly to the telephone.

“Is that my insatiable Italian?

“You’d be real embarrassed if it was your mother calling you right now, huh?” he drawls, rolling his toothpick over his lower lip with this tongue.

“But it isn’t, so I’m safe,” you chuckle, “So, how can I help you? I take it you found my reading material?”

“I did,” he confirms, “and how you can help me is getting over here right fuckin’ now. I’ll send a driver.” He hangs up before you can confirm your presence, knowing that just by the sultry tone of his voice, he’s tightly wound, and a tightly wound Luca is never worth missing out on.

After all, watching him unravel is half the fun of doing the tight winding in the first place.

Upon your arrival, you find him reclined on the sofa, long, lean legs spread, a hand rested to his thigh, index finger pointing very deliberately at the giver of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever received.

“You called?”

“And you wrote, didn’t you?” he smirks, looking you up and down. Oh, you’re in trouble now, the absinthe green glint of his eyes conveying a weight that should topple your nerves, yet it only serves to electrify. “Yeah, doll. I’m only surprised the paper didn’t fuckin’ catch fire.”

Lifting your chin, your grin is all self-satisfied accomplishment, knowing that you've stirred the beast in him. It only ever prowls just below the surface, though, awakened at a moment's notice. “So, now I’m here?”

He rises from the sofa, sauntering to you while reaching into his pocket, the press of his thumb releasing the long, sharp blade, the flick knife brandished. “Now the fun begins, baby.” Reaching you, his hand grasps your jaw, fingertips indenting your flesh, the precursor to a slow, sumptuous glide over your anticipation-riddled skin. Clutching your dress, he brings the knife up, slicing into the fabric, his hands grasping to literally tear it open.

The sound runs sharp beneath your skin, sends flint strikes through your blood, the cold of the blade dragged into your cleavage before he cuts your bra from you, your undies next on the path of destruction. Stepping from your shoes, the floorboards beneath your feet feel cool in contrast to the inferno of his stare, Luca casting the knife aside, his long arms snaking around you as he puckers a searing kiss to your sternum, descending slowly as he drops down to kneel before you.

“La mia dea,” he whispers, pressing a kiss upon your pubic mound, hands smoothing down deftly over every rise and fall of your body. “You should know you’re the only woman in the world I’d gladly fall to my knees for.” Lifting your thigh to rest over his shoulder, he runs his tongue up it in a in a languid glide, teeth closing in a sharp bite. “But that don’t mean I’ll fuckin’ go easy on you, though.”

You’d expect nothing less.

Letting the heat of his breath flutter over your sex, he teases you with the promise, tongue touching his top lip momentarily as he leaves you teetering on anticipation. He strikes like a viper, mouth wrapping around your slit and sucking with a hungry grunt, knocking the breath from your lungs. His hands glide down your back, resting on your bum, squeezing the rounded orbs in his big hands as the flat of his tongue seeks the pearl of your clit, beginning to work in a side-to-side beat.

The fever he evokes rises like a summer storm, a swirling tempest of wet dragging against you, his piercing, green stare defying you to look away as your mouth drops open, a shrill cry shattering the silence of the room. Your hands move, one reaching to grip his arm, the other sliding into the silken raven of his hair, grasping, tugging hard as your hips begin to weave against the relentless beat of a very hot, very eager tongue.

He has you clasped hard, but balanced upon one leg you feel precarious already, teetering, the pleasure beginning to throb strongly through your core, a grunting rumble from your lover causing a fierce prickle to jab against your insides. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted, getting to feel this pretty little cunt drip all over my tongue.”

His hands continue to knead at you as his tongue drags down, pushing against your streaming little hole, the hook of his nose rubbing over your clit as he tongue fucks you with aplomb. A hail of pain meets your skin deliciously when he releases his grasp, hitting the round of your bum with a spank so hard, your eyes water. Another and he has you mewling, a third and you’re crying out in rapture, the honey of your cunt flooding his mouth, Luca licking your slow and firm back to your clit, wrapping the throbbing little bud in a hard, unrelenting suck.

Your stance falters, and his hands clench at you, arms tensing as he keeps you upright. He might be skinny and lithe, but lord, he’s deceptively strong. He pulls you against the ferocity of his mouth further, tongue working you harder, meeting your gaze with a wink that sets the sparks in your belly to burn.

The heat of his mouth suffuses through to your very marrow, builds rapidly like a supernova, the black holes of his inked pupils devouring the lush green as he watches you falling apart for him, being remade around the rapid, carnal beat of his tongue. The sensation of it sends tiny arrows darting through you, a mist of heat radiating your spine as you pant, your clutch within his hair and upon his arm tightening as you rock against each lick.

“Fuck, Luca!” The words are torn jagged from your throat, chest heaving as it hits you in ceaseless waves. He groans as you trickle into his mouth, drinking the undoing from you as you cry out, every colour illuminating, throwing your head back and submitting to the never-ending inferno darting over your nerves.

He releases your leg, letting your foot return to the floor, but holds you tight in his grasp, tongue gentling before kissing his way back up your shuddering body as he rises, the taste of your orgasm on his lips making your insides quake. You reach for his waistcoat, nimble fingers hurried in your quest for his nakedness, tie and shirt following, your diligence having him bare before you speedily.

He presses a kiss to your neck, looking down at you with a mix of triumph and amusement. “Can you walk?”

“Probably not,” you confess, watching his eyebrow flutter.

“Fine,” he rumbles, making a circular motion with his long, outstretched forefinger. “Turn around and bend over.” You do as you’re instructed, anticipation ghosting your skin as you feel the heat of him behind you, Luca taking his cock and dragging it in tease over your slippery folds.

Sliding the head down to stroke over your clit, the lust tumbles through him wildly at watching your little hole spasm, pushing into you just enough to widen you, pulling out again and returning his cock to push against your bud.

He did say he wouldn’t go easy on you.

“Please, Luca,” you gasp, feeling him inch in again, no mercy given, leaving you empty once more. His hand weaves into your hair, an olive skinned, tattooed, gold adorned grasp clenching tight, pulling you flush against his chest.

“You said that you wanted me to paint my pleasure across you like you’re a canvas, but baby doll, you know better than anyone I don’t paint within the lines.” His free hand slides up your body, grasping your breast, rolling your nipple in a tight crush between his thumb and forefinger. “Beg me.”

“But...”

“Ah, ah, cara mia,” he reprimands, yanking your hair so hard, the pain sears across your scalp. “Beg.”

“Please, Luca.” Swallowing hard, your nerves buzz at the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth over your clit, keening to feel it fill your gaping hole. “Please fuck me. Please feed me every inch of that gorgeous, big cock. I need it. I need you. Please. I’m begging you.”

He pushes forth once more, a few more inches stretching you out, his cock twitching against your walls before he leaves you bereft once more. “Beg again.”

“Luca, I...”

His hand meets your bum in a ferociously hard slap. “I said beg. Again.”

Fire roars over the frost spiking at every nerve ending in your body, swallowing hard, your teeth crushing a bite upon your lower lip. “I’m begging for your cock, Luca. Please fuck me.”

Again, he sinks back in, but this time you are blessed with every last thick, delicious inch, your walls stroked by hot, veiny hardness, the grasp within your hair released. His hands come to rest upon your hips, pulling back from you, until only the head of him remains. He lets you clench upon him, teasing you wickedly, forcing a primal groan when he fills you again with a sharp thrust.

You expect him to continue in torture, but instead he gives you deliciously teasing alternation, pounding your heat rapidly one minute to slow right down the next. The thick head of his cock drags your wet plush slowly, so very, very slowly, sparks crackling, your heart thundering, his groans making your insides pulse with desire.

It’s so good and he’s so thick and hot within you that you practically sob with pleasure, slow, slow, quick, quicker, slow, agonisingly slow, so quick you feel he’s going to go through you and then back to slow again, until he has you shivering violently before him. He roots himself deep into you, pausing, feeling you flex on him with greed, spanking your already stinging backside before slowly dragging back again, the friction delicious.

He’s iron hard within your molten core, his tease giving way to speed and piledriving your slick with lethal intent, ferociously aroused. Your skin smacks together, his grunts peppering the air, drowning out the soft little cries you emit in response to this, a full-on attack to your insides. You feel as if your legs are about to give way, the timing perfect when he slips out, turning your body to throw you over his shoulder with ease, matching you to the bedroom.

You’re tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll, Luca grasping your ankles and hauling you across the mattress, plunging back into you while holding your legs high and wide, giving you not a single drop of mercy from the carnal, animalistic onslaught he delivers.

Each speedily delivered thrust has you sparking, your walls clenching around the thick heat driving into you rapaciously, his cock pumping your release into you strongly, the waves beautiful as his lightning cracks your sky, your hands gripping the bedclothes beneath. He lets you cool down, slowing within you, enjoying the way your slick muscles feel as they flutter around him.

It takes no time at all for the pace to be set to feral once more, holding your legs against his chest as he licks a circle at your ankle, marking the area he then brands with his teeth, virtually growling with incandescent arousal. His stare is broken by his eyes closing tightly, a string of swears gritted, pulling from your soaking cunt, hauling your shattered body to the edge of the bed.

“Open your fuckin’ mouth.” You do, his cock sliding between your lips, hand fisting tight into your hair and holding the back of your head firmly, hips beginning to pump against your face. “Yeah, that’s it, my dirty little puttana. Fuck, I love you.”

He fucks your mouth like he doesn’t, hard, accerbic with you, making you practically choke on his cock until with a deep, guttural groan, he’s spilling into your throat, hot white swallowed down, just as you told him you would.

“Mmmm,” you purr, after releasing his twitching cock, licking your way up to his neck, the black cross the focal point of your teeth. “If that’s what I get, I’m going to have to write to you more often.”

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rysko · 3 months

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my request would be literally anything with luca changretta x shelby sister that pairing in this fandom is so my guilty pleasure love your writing so so much, whether you make it into a drabble, hcs or a mini fic i would be happy — gotta love that forbidden enemy lovin 😋

Too old for this - Luca Changretta x F!reader

summary: Keeping secrets, lying to your family, sneaking out...All to see a man, god, what are you? Seventeen again?

OR three times you snuck out to see Luca, and one time he snuck out to see you.

Warnings: Peaky-typical swearing, very minor violence, this is just romantic-comedy-themed fluff,

A/N: Special thanks (and a big fuck you) to @red-riding-wood, next time we race in writing we're making rules.

Aaaaaaanyways, So Sorry this took so long anon! This writing slump was horrible. I really hope you'll enjoy this silly thing!

tag list (yay i have one finally!): @red-riding-wood @peakyswritings

This was stupid. This was so dumb.

Coat hung loosely around your shoulders, shoes in your hands as if to not make more noise than necessary, you snuck through the Small Heath Shelby house corridors. Almost cartoonishly so, when your frame passed one of the occupied rooms. If you had to guess, the last time you did that was years ago, when you were just a teenage girl with overprotective brothers, now you're an adult, rough-around-the-edges woman...with the same overprotective brothers.

Though, this time it's not a nice stableboy you're sneaking out to see. Now it seems like your brothers would have every right to threaten the man you're seeing with a blinding.

You slowly go down the old, wooden stairs, wincing at every crack and whine that echoes. The whole house is dark, the room illuminated only by the street lamps outside.

Almost...

Before you reach for the doorknob, you clumsily take the keys into your teeth to put your shoes on, which puts you in quite an embarrassing position when a table light behind you suddenly turns on.

"Aren't you a bit too old to be sneaking about Y/N?" Polly asked with a smugly raised eyebrow, nursing a glass of whiskey, legs crossed on the velvet red armchair. You spit out the keys.

"I'm not sneaking." You try to compose yourself as best as you can. "I'm going for a walk."

"Very conspicuous behaviour for a walk, love." The glass muffles her chuckle. Was she just...waiting here?

"I just don't want Tommy to get in my hair whenever I even look in the doors' direction." You whine. "I'll go crazy in this house soon." This seemed to soften Polly up just a bit, or maybe activate the part of her brain which insists on the 'fuck them' mentality when it comes to obeying Tommy's orders.

"Just don't get into trouble. God knows i need to tell you that." She dismissed you with a flick of the wrist, and you just nodded before rushing out the door, as if Polly could change her mind any second.

Street after street, the tension slowly eased off your shoulders as you were exiting the tight Shelby territory. It was a close call once in a while, someone almost recognizing you before you could cover your face more. A group of men whistling after you before you could disappear in a dark back alley. Slowly, you closed in on the place you agreed to meet a man by the name you even feared to say in your head, as maybe Tommy would sit there by sheer coincidence, resulting in you getting cut, or him, or both of you, how Shakespearean...

How has it gotten to the point where you are happily fucking the enemy? Devil knows, honestly.

In the back of your mind, you always had a nagging feeling Luca only started seeing you to spite Tommy. This wouldn't be a problem, of course, you regularly told yourself. You're spiting Tommy yourself!

No, that honestly didn't help. The truth is, whatever Changretta's intentions were, or, still are, you found him irresistibly captivating. Like a substance you just can't resist, one that soothes and pleasures, but at the same time comes with a fifty-page warning label. You can see this blowing up in your face from a mile away, in a million different ways. Yet, every visit, every phone call, hell, every sneakily delivered note shuts off any sense you have left in yourself.

And now you feel like losing it again, when just in front of the speakeasy Luca asked to meet you, a very familliar set of hands gently rest on your waist from behind.

"Took you long enough doll." A kiss on the cheek accompanies the low foreign drawl of Luca's voice, sending shivers down your neck and spine. Shit, if all of you will die soon, you might as well have some fun until then. It's not like Tommy's staying celibate in mourning.

"You're saying that to a doll that has to endure my brothers mythering about town. Sneaking out in the middle of the night isn't as easy for me as it is for you." With your arms crossed, you motion to one of the alleys you emerged from just moments ago. "There's all sorts of shady blokes out and about."

"M'sorry, i got impatient, that's all." You could feel his thumb gently rubbing against your waist "Anyone gave you trouble? You got the gun I got you?" Luca pulled back, looking you over, the slightest hint of concern visible in his dark eyes.

"Yes. To the second thing. I'll be fine." You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. "Are we going in?"

"Right this way cara." Luca's lips curled into a small smile. He linked your arms together and in a nearly over-the-top way led you down the stairs of the high-class Speakeasy.

You might as well have some fun, that's all this is after all.

The loud whistle of the conductor woke you up from an on-and-off slumber, the train from Birmingham to London wasn't exactly the comfiest place to rest your head in. From outside the window, the ever-so-lively London train platform came into view.

To be honest, it surprised you when Luca invited you to spend the weekend in London, even more so when you managed to form quite an elaborate story to justify the trip to your family, or more accurately, Polly. Tommy seemed preoccupied with fighting the Italians, chasing the May lady around town, and making quite mediocre gin to even care what you were up to. Needless to say, officially you finally found a friend that you just have to visit. Polly seemed to pay it little mind, but the sly look in her eye, as she saw you off at the door, made you just a tad paranoid that she might have caught on.

Like always, this will bite you in the arse sooner or...sooner.

Up until now, every 'visit' you paid Luca hadn't lasted for more than half a day, only once reaching a full 24 hours when, to your horror, you managed to oversleep. That was a morning of sloppily put-on clothes and numerous muttered 'shits' and 'craps', of course, accompanied by a very amused Luca doing everything in his power to distract you.

What you were doing right now seemed like a step up from the usual routine. Two days aren't going to fly by with just sex, though, that wouldn't be so bad. But lately, you realized you just wanted to...ugh, spend time with him. However sappy this sounded. But that's not what this is. What even is 'this'? When you and Luca met, what happened was purely driven by want, maybe with more than a touch of curiosity of the 'forbidden fruit' in the form of the enemy. Sweet, with sour at the back of your tongue.

Lately, you realized, you only feel the sweet when you kiss Luca. And though you'd never admit it, you dread him not feeling the same.

You two have your moments. Pillow talks with topics never discussed with anyone before, coffee filled with banter worthy of an old married couple, and non-sexual touches that linger for just a bit longer than they should. It's addicting and confusing at the same time.

And that addiction and confusion just led you all the way to London.

Stretching out of your seat, you reach for your bag in the luggage compartment, only for a stranger to take it instead.

"There you go, Miss." The man, looking maybe a decade your senior smiled handing you the bag.

"Thank you, sir." You muster a polite smile, praying internally that the stranger isn't from the same place you are. "I could've done it myself though."

"It's really nothing, common kindness it is..." The longer he spoke, the more his voice trailed off. His eyes widened, studying your frame and most importantly, your face with a new approach. "You're-"

shit

"Thankyougoodbye." You rush and almost run out of the carriage, running into multiple people and throwing rushed half-assed apologies their way. You're stopped by a strong, painful grip on your arm, the man from before pushing you further down the platform, more secluded from people.

"I knew you were familiar." He grabbed the collar of your shirt and pushed you into a pillar roughly, knocking a bit of air out of your lungs. "One of those Shelby devils!" The man's gaze was furious, almost seeing red.

"Let me go." You ordered, trying your best not to attract attention to the both of you. "And we can both forget about this." You're trying your best to speak sternly and diplomatically, yet more than a hint of fear is hearable in your voice. He seems to notice.

"You ruined me!" The Brummie spat. "I'll cut your pretty face just like they cut me brothers." A rough, callous hand cupped your jaw to hold it in place, the other reaching into his jacket. You feel a mixture of panic and adrenaline make its way to your veins.

"Get the fuck off me!" All your strength goes towards your legs. You kicked him back a foot or two, which only seemed to infuriate him more. Before he could take even a step towards you, he's violently grabbed by... Wait, Luca?

"How 'bout you let the lady go, hm?" His grip on the brummies' collar turned red, almost lifting the man off the ground. That wasn't reflected at all in the way Luca was speaking however, for the first time he seemed...calm, condescending even. That only changed when the man didn't seem to take no for an answer. "That wasn't a fucking request." Luca's voice became a gravelly threat, which resulted in the attacker promptly looking between you and Luca as if weighing the risk and reward. Finally, he nodded his head frantically.

Luca didn't need to be told twice. He almost threw the man aside, letting him limp off into the distance. The Italian was almost immediately by your side, gently cupping your face, checking for any sign of hurt or damage. You feel his thumb caress a small spot next to your brow, despite you being almost sure you hadn't been hit anywhere near there. You take a look behind Luca to see the man at a larger distance.

"Wouldn't think you'd just let him go like that." You raise an eyebrow at Luca, not in a teasing way, it just feels oddly out of character for him to just let him go.

"Because I ain't gonna." He turns to a seemingly unaware civilian reading a newspaper, mumbling something that sounds like Italian, his head only slightly motioning towards the direction in which the Brummie fled. Ah, one of his men, cousin maybe. Just as he left, Luca stopped him for just a second more. "Alive." He let him go.

"Look at you, my knight in shining armour." You smile up at him while catching your breath and trying to calm down.

"Yeah yeah." He doesn't play into your teasing this time. "You alright?" He rubs your upper arm as if dusting off any remaining trace of the event before.

"Just a bit roughed up, had it worse after playfighting with Ada back in the day." You shrug. "I was prepared for you to bash his head in right here."

"That can wait a few days." His gaze followed a pair of men dragging the attacker off the station, his voice almost a promise.

"A few days? What happened to the vengeful, impatient Luca I know?"

"This Luca-" He holds out his arm for you to take. "-Is going to starve him a bit before giving him the mercy of a pipe through his skull."

"How romantic." You sigh in an exaggerated, lovesick voice. "Talk more like that and maybe I'll lift the 'no shop talk' policy." You wink at Luca as you link your arms together, his shoulder becoming the perfect pillow for your head. This time, Luca welcomes it happily.

"How gracious of you." His low chuckle meets yours as you head off to the London center. A fun weekend out is due, after all.

Now, this was definitely an unusual location.

At first, it seemed to you that Luca must have just confused locations when calling. Yet here you were, on the outskirts of a local forest, your only companions in the form of singing starlings and rustling trees.

All this seemed like a rope that was being pulled from only one side. You were the one to stress about being found out, evading family, hell, call sometimes. You felt like a brat, honestly. Technically, there was nothing Luca did that should have upset you, he couldn't have if there were no rules. Was that the thing though? Did you want there to be rules?

With every visit, you want to stay longer, talk more, and Luca seemed to entertain all of it. It confused you. What plan did he have with all this? Did Luca want you to catch feelings and lure you into a vulnerable state, resulting in killing you? Maybe he counted on you as a potential ally against Tommy, trying to manipulate you. Maybe he's just incredibly dense?

He can't want an actual relationship. Luca came here to kill your whole family, including you. The fact that he also likes to play with his prey is another thing, hell, he probably has a wife or girl back in New York. There has to be a wedding band under one of these tacky rings and signets.

"What the hell is he planning?" You kick a pebble down the dirt road in frustration. "A damn Picnic?" You finish off with a groan as you squat down.

Your answer came in the form of the sound of a Rolls Royce engine heading closer and closer toward you, the black car kicking up a hefty amount of dust and rocks. As it slows down next to you and ultimately comes to a halt, you see the familiar face of Luca's right-hand man.

"Get in." Matteo nodded in the direction of the backseat, though you didn't take it into consideration, and immediately headed for the shotgun seat.

"What is all this?" You look around the car as it backs up and starts speeding off in the same direction it came from.

"Luca asked me to get you to him safely," Matteo explained, not taking his eyes off the road. "He didn't want any uhh, repeat from last time."

"How sweet." You answer sarcastically. Ah, of course, he couldn't bother.

"He was definitely sweet when he put the bozo out of his misery." He laughed, looking to the side, as if seeking approval for his joke, but didn't get any. Matteo's laughter dies into an awkward cough.

"How long's the ride?" You try to position yourself as comfortably as possible in the stiff leather seats of the car.

"About an hour." He answers, and you visibly deflate in your seat, deciding to spend the time looking at the sights outside, fields, and occasional houses passing by.

A long, awkward silence passes between the two of you. It seemed to bother the man to your right, who tapped his index finger against the steering wheel while stealing the occasional glance. He looked like he was debating saying something.

"So..." He begins, almost like a father starting a conversation with a child he doesn't quite get. "Did you finish Ulysses yet?"

"Did..." You do a double take, studying Matteo for a long second. "...Did Luca give you conversation starters?"

"What if I made them up?" He blurts out.

"We've spoken twice, Matteo." You raise an eyebrow at him, arms crossed. "I never told you what I read."

"Maybe I just guessed what girls like nowadays." He smirked at you, feeling triumphant.

"I'm sorry, but you're the least qualified person to talk about girls." You say with a chuckle.

"Touche." He smiled, then looked back at the road, letting the silence sit only for a few seconds. "But you're right, we've only spoken twice."

"So?" You raised a brow.

"Sooo." Matteo draws out. "We have about an hour to catch up."

You're genuinely confused as to why Matteo was being so personal all of a sudden. Usually, as in, in the last few weeks or so, you've had two separate, short conversations with the man. Once, when you accidentally came into his room instead of Luca's during one of your 'visits'. The other time, when both of you had quite a boring and awkward conversation about English meals in a lift. "On what grounds should we 'catch up'?"

"On the grounds that you're fucking my cousin Miss Shelby." The way Matteo said that was surprisingly casual. "And family is important to me."

"It's not like I'm married to him." You reply faster than you'd want to.

"He damn well acts like you are." He chuckles, and you feel yourself stiffen, looking at the Italian like he just told you the earth is flat. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What do you mean by 'acts like I am'?" The question leaves your lips in an uncertain tone, almost shy.

"Never seen him so distracted by someone he's known for such a short time." He says with a shrug "Foolish if you ask me, but who am I to judge, at least he's happy."

He's happy??

"Uh, yeah." He throws you a pitiful smile, as if he could see how perplexed this information made you. "At least from what I can see."

Oh, of course, you said that out loud.

You quieted down, gaze resting on your lap. Now this was new information you had no idea how to process. You bit your lower lip in thought, unsure if the emotions you're feeling right now are uncertainty or... giddy, immature happiness.

You sit like that for a good few minutes before a small, sly smile graces your lips.

"Cousin, huh?" You ask, looking out the window, your good humour slowly creeping back in.

"I'm not telling you his secrets," Matteo says almost immediately as if he somehow knew that you were going to ask that.

"And I'm not asking you." You clarify. "But you probably have some nice stories."

"About what?"

"You knooooow..." You draw out, cocking your head to the side. "What was he like, back in the day?"

"Same as now, I guess. Only longer ago." It seemed like that was the end of your prying on Luca, but after a longer moment, Matteo mused more to himself than anyone else in the car. "More chipper in New York though..."

"Chipper? I'd like to see that."

"Oh yeah, and stupid."

"Now we're talking, tell me more." You lean forward in your seat, elbows resting on your thighs.

"No, I already told too much," Matteo says like he's telling his friends he's had enough drinks for the night. "He's going to skin me alive if he finds out I told you about this."

"Oh come oooooon. I won't tell." You shuffle your feet excitedly. Matteo looked forward, focusing on the road ahead, but after a moment of looking between the steering wheel and you, he let out a defeated sigh.

"...Back in New York, when we were just goons for Spinietta, Luca came up with a new con to scam people with, a really fucking stupid one..."

"And then, THEN it turned out the other guy was from London, and when he heard Luca speaking in a shitty Birmingham accent he-" He paused, but only to wheeze in laughter. "He beat the fucking shit out of him." Matteo finishes the story, on the verge of tears.

"No!" You gasped, though not hiding your laughter as well, leaning forward in your seat.

"Yes!" Matteo wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye, still trying to calm down his laughter. "Never seen Luca on his ass faster in my life, ti giuro. "

"Oh god. And I'm supposed to NOT tease him about it?" You say in amused disbelief. "When he's all 'Look at me, I'm mister smug and aloof, I've never gotten beaten up like a bitch before'." You put on your best impression of the Italian, even going to the lengths of putting a match between your lips and exaggerating your words with excessive hand gestures.

"Hey, we're all hiding behind something principessa." Despite Matteo defending his cousin, he still couldn't help but laugh along with you. After a moment, both of you calmed down, this time falling into a pleasant, comfortable silence before you spoke up again.

"What about you?" You turned to Matteo again.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you want to catch up." You lean against the leather seat, bringing your knees to your chin. "We've got an hour, you ever played two truths and a lie?"

It was a nice ride.

Everyone and their mother thinks the Small Heath home is haunted. Random objects flying off the wall at night, specific items appearing in places they weren't before, the occasional crooked painting.

Footsteps are definitely new.

The boys and Polly are dealing with business outside of town for once, while Ada just went out and should be here any minute. But that definitely isn't Ada.

Slow, almost wary footsteps cause the floorboards to creak on the ground floor. You're sitting next to the stairs, knees tucked to your chest and spare pistol in your hand.

Another step.

You press your ear to the floor, trying your hardest to pinpoint how many people were inside just by footsteps... Just one?

They appear to be coming closer, and you internally brace for confrontation with whoever broke into your home. As the intruder passes the corner you were hiding in, you stick out the gun and press it to the side of their head, making them immediately freeze in place.

Wait-

"Luca????" You blurt out in shock, your voice becoming at least a few octaves higher.

"Hey, you actually kept it," Luca says, sizing up the gun he gave you that's now pressed to his head. "Though I'd rather not die by it sweetheart, no offense."

"FUCKING hell Luca! You scared me half to death!” Your arms drop next to your hips. putting the gun on a table nearby.

“Relax, who would it be if not me?” Luca moves towards you, probably to say his hellos in the form of peppered kisses.

"Who would it be? What do you MEAN who would it be?!" You rub your eyes, not sure if out of frustration or as a way of trying to wake yourself up. “Police? IRA? My own bloody brothers?!” Somehow, this is exactly what you wanted. Luca being the one that sneaks through Small Heath and avoids the blinders, instead of it being always you. Though now, instead of it being a late-night fantasy of the charming man sneaking into your bed despite the dangers of doing so, it's a real-life nightmare of this idiot trying to get himself killed.

“Yeah well, it’s not them.” He shrugs, glancing around the house. “I’d like to see anyone try to stab you in the back in this house. I figure before I’ll get to them you’ll just kill them yourself.”

“Yes, I am quite amazing.” You muse to yourself before snapping back into reality. “Don’t think you can butter me up and I’ll drop it, what are you doing here?!"

“I’m seeing my doll.”

“Need I remind you you’re inside my idiot brothers’ territory?”

"Relax, we'll manage."

You two did not manage.

Who knew Luca Changretta had a talent for knocking down hanged pictures and stepping on the creakiest parts of the wooden floor.

“Shush for once in your life.” You hissed at Luca as you led him through the tight corridor, internally begging whatever made-up deity may be watching over you to please not let Arthur or Polly magically appear out of the corner.

“Please, it’s not like-” You can practically hear Luca roll his eyes, and despite you usually letting him release whatever condescending thoughts he had on the daily, you think you just heard a door open in the distance. You practically drag him the remaining meter to your room's door and push him inside, shutting it way too loudly.

As it turns out, the deity listened to you, but only to half of your half-assed prayer.

“Ada! Heyy!” You try to stay nonchalant as you lean against the door.

“...Hey?” Ada's pace slows down next to you, “What’s got you so pent up?”

“Pent up? Pshh.” You're really not good at this. “Well, I guess I’m just tired, I better get to bed.” Your thumb points back towards the door of your bedroom.

Ada stays put, looking at you puzzled and suspicious.

“Are you going?" She asks.

“Yes.” You blurt out. ”What about you?”

“Y/N, cut the crap. I heard something.” She looks at you for answers, but only when she looks at the door again it's almost as if a light turns on in her head. “Are you…Sneaking someone in?” She reached for the doorknob only to be stopped by you slapping it away.

“Ada no!” You shield the door with your whole body.

“Ow! Hey, come on, I’m not judging. God knows you deserve some fun once in a while.” She rubs her hand. “So who is he?” Your sister looks between you and the door excitedly, her voice now hushed, like all these years ago when the two of you spent hours under the covers giggling about the stupidest of things.

“Uhh, just-” You stammered, struggling to find the right words. or any words for that matter. “You don’t know him.”

“I trust he’s not afraid of Tommy since he followed you here.” She threw a wink your way. “Reminds me of Freddie and I back in the day.” A fond smile graces her face as she looks to the side.

“Oh he’s not, that’s for sure.” You laugh nervously, internally waiting for the sweet release of death. Ada seemed to notice.

“All right, I’ll get out of your hair.” She laughs at her sister, squeezing your cheek as she walks past you. “Don’t get her knocked up Romeo, then maybe I won't have to tell Tommy!” She calls, walking off down the corridor. Only after Ada completely vanished from your periphery you opened the bedroom door just a few inches and slid in. The door locked, checked three times, and you finally released a big sigh, hands sliding off the door to rest next to your hips.

You turn around to see a very out-of-place Luca. Almost everything about him clashed with your small childhood room, the humble interior looking somehow even cheaper next to him. After the company took off, the family never bothered to fancy up the place, instead, everyone went their separate ways into apartments and stylish homes. Yet somehow for you, no king-sized plush bed will ever replace the old, creaking twin you have right here in Small Heath, always ready for you with open arms.

Luca took his sweet time taking in the place. Picking up and then putting down every insignificant object, from small toys you never bothered to throw out or sell, to numerous books lying around the room. He spends the most time looking at an old, framed picture sitting atop your windowsill. Luca's thumb brushes off a heavy layer of dust from 10-year-old Y/N in her year 5 uniform, while the actual Y/N takes her place beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Adorable." Luca nudges you, a sly smile on his lips as he puts his other arm around your shoulders.

"Oh hush, I'm sure I can find a picture of little Luca if I sneak into your home." You stab a finger into his arm playfully, smiling fondly at the picture.

"Wishful thinking, doll. Wishful thinking..." Luca sets down the frame and focuses his attention on you. A kiss on your temple leads to his lips softly trailing down to your nose and meeting your lips. Now the stress of the whole damn ordeal seemed to start slipping away, and the sweet taste is there once again.

The sound of a door crashing on the far end of the hallway takes both of you out of your trance.

“So, that…was Ada.” You turn your head to try and hear any sounds of your sister leaving her room, but Luca doesn't seem to pay it any mind.

“She seems nice.” He hummed against your skin, his lips trailing down to your collarbone, biting down gently.

“What are you doing Romeo?” You turn your head slightly to squint your eyes at him, a distrusting smile gracing your lips.

“Breaking my promise to your sister.” His sly drawl is muffled against your skin as both of you step by step head towards the bed.

“Did you want to come here only to sleep with me under Tommy’s nose?” You sit down on the bed, your brows furrowing.

“I always come firstly to you and because of you,” Luca emphasizes every word as he slowly gets on his knees, never taking his eyes off you. “But yeah, being here does come with its satisfaction. If only they’d see you now, cara.” His hands push up your dress, finding their way to your thighs, fingers getting busy with the garters holding up your stockings.

“Yeah, maybe cut it with the Italian. My sister could be listening in.” Luca only seems to respond in a musing hum. “You never know.”

“Should I put on my best Birmingham accent?” He looks up at you, his signature smartass grin more endearing than annoying.

“Not now. You’ll ruin the mood.” You murmur just mere inches from his lips, laying back into the old, creaky bed, Luca following put. “But definitely save it for later, I need to hear that."

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zablife · 26 days

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The Things I Would Do For You

Luca Changretta x fiance reader

A/N: Requested by the lovely @cillmequick. Based on this list of prompts. Prompt was "It terrifies me what I would do for you." Here's a twist for you, this was going to be dark and I made it fluffy!!

Warnings: language, mention of a weapon, brief fight, angst with fluffy ending

You could hear the brewing argument from the kitchen, your brother’s high nasal voice clashing with the manly tenor of Luca's. You gritted your teeth as you willed him to stop, but each time Marco dared to raise his voice to your powerful fiancé, you seethed with indignation.

Unable to shut out the sounds of his disrespect, you foisted another deft chop at the cutting board, imagining your brother’s neck there in place of the vegetables. Just when you thought you would scream, the voices ceased and your hand froze in midair.

Heavy footsteps thudded across the floorboards and the kitchen door swung toward you with a rush of warm air. Your eyes instantly shot across the room to your brother in question. However, the dark look of disapproval resting on his brow announced his decision before he had need to speak it. "You're not marrying that stronzo! I've already told him I'm sending you to Sicily next month."

That’s when your simmering temper climbed to a blazing inferno. Whipping around to face your brother head on, you announced, “I won't go! No one can keep me from him.”

The haze of anger overtook your body before you realized you were swinging at him, the large butcher knife still clutched in one hand raising above your head in a menacing swipe. He grasped your shoulders in an attempt to overpower you, crashing you both into a nearby wall and knocking the weapon from your hand and the air from your lungs.

The harsh metallic clang of the knife reverberated off the tiles like an alarm bell, the shock separating you to opposite corners of the room. Gasping at what you’d just done, you scrambled off the floor and dashed down the back stairs to the alley. Feet pounding against the creaky wooden steps, you rushed to find somewhere to hide.

It was Luca who found you pressed tightly against a wall, clutching a packet of cigarettes to your chest. You hadn't noticed they were crushed in your fist until his long fingers unfurled yours gently, a sigh escaping as he plucked one out and placed it to his lips.

There was only the rush of your desperately beating heart as you watched him light it for you. Handing it over into your trembling fingers, he patiently waited for your shoulders to relax with the first long drag.

You were waiting as well. A confession on your lips you knew he needed to hear. Blowing smoke over your shoulder to avoid his gaze, you shamefully admitted, "I'm not a good Catholic girl like you think, Luca. I could have hurt Marco tonight."

His eyes softened as he reached to stroke your cheek. "You couldn't hurt anyone, cara mia."

You shook your head against his hand. "I could if you asked me to," you declared, staring into his eyes earnestly. "It terrifies me the things I would do for you." The lovesick twinge in your voice assured him of your loyalty, making his chest swell with pride.

He enveloped you in a tight embrace, head resting upon the crown of your head as he promised, "I would never ask you to. As long as you're my girl, you'll be taken care of and protected."

At those words you began to cry softly. Luca cradled you there, stroking your back with his large hands and the silence comforted you until you began to think of Marco again.

"What do we do about my brother?" you asked with a sniff.

"I'll handle it. You don't have to worry anymore," he said, tilting your chin up to meet his twinkling eyes. A charming smile spread across his face as he added, "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

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arzennn · 1 year

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Sway With Me | Luca Changretta imagine

Luca takes you to a charity event

warnings: none<3

ps: I see very few Luca Changretta fics here but I’m a sucker for this man

I had the dress picked out. Shoes that matched. I spent an hour doing my hair. And everything was perfect. Luca knocked three times on the door - our door.

“Amore?”

“Come in, love,” I called, and he stepped inside. I was getting dressed, the skirt already covering my lower half, but the I couldn’t do the zipper on the back. I looked at the man in the mirror. He came up behind me and started caressing my shoulders gently.

“The car gets here in fifteen minutes,” he said, and pressed a small kiss on my neck.

“Can you help?”

He smiled and worked the zipper up in one swift motion.

“There. Sei bello, mio caro,” he murmured in his low, raspy voice, making me blush like a teenage girl. We rushed downstairs and took our coats. The car was already waiting for us, parked on the pavement. The ride was quiet - Luca’s mind was somewhere else. I knew it, because we were headed to a very important charity event. Where all of the important people would be, and my husband was a rather important person in Birmingham. It was mainly about business, but he had me at the part where he said there would be music and dancing. We got there shortly. Luca jumped out and opened the door for me. The driver didn’t even had the chance. Luca offered his hand and I grabbed it as we walked into the lit- up building. Stepping in the door, our names were checked off a list.

“Mr. Changretta,” the man smiled. “Good to see you, sir.”

Luca and I walked into the next room, where they took our coats. The huge, two winged door that was next, led us to the ballroom itself. Soft, soothing music was playing, people were drinking and laughing. Everything in the room shimmered. The ceiling was high, and there hung a gorgeous chandelier.

“Oh, this is amazing, Luca.”

“I think I’m rather going to enjoy this,” he spoke. “Sei la donna più bella in questa stanza.” (You are the most beautiful woman in this room.)

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“E il mio uomo è il più attraente,” I whispered to him, making a cocky smirk appear on his lips.

I felt his hands run over my exposed back. I jumped a little at the coldness of his rings.

“Ci porterò da bere,” (I’ll bring us a drink) he said and slipped away into the crowd. I waited for him just where he left me. I felt the eyes upon me. I saw a man approaching.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he smiled lightly.

“Good evening.”

“Tell me, oh, tell me, what is a beautiful lady like you doing here alone?” he pondered the question theatrically. I rolled my eyes. I hated this cliche. And what if I was alone? Wouldn’t be any of his business.

“I’m not here alone.”

“Well, you sure look like it,” he laughed.

I avoided his eye and tried to find Luca in the loud crowd.

“My husband is here somewhere,” I said. He didn’t look really convinced.

“Until he gets back,” he grinned mischievously, “a dance?”

“No, thank you,” I smiled politely, hoping he would leave me alone.

“Ah, come on. Just one dance.”

“No, thank you,” I said, a little more tense than before.

“But-“

“She said no, I believe,” I heard the voice I had longed to hear. Lucas arms closed protectively around mine.

“Mr. Changretta, sir, I- sorry, I didn’t know-“

“What? You tell me you weren’t familiar with the word ‘no’?” Luca asked coldly. “Or did your mother fail to have taught you manners? Va al diavolo.” (Get lost)

The man ran like an injured dog. I smiled up at my husband sweetly.

“Thank you.”

“Did he touch you, mio caro?”

“No.”

“Lucky for him.”

I caressed his bicep lightly.

“It’s okay, forget him.”

“As you wish, amore. A dance?”

I took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor.

“Si signore,” I giggled.

A few couples were already swaying on the floor when we joined. The slow rhythm flew through my husband and he tried to make me dance - his italian blood made him much better at it than me. He guided my waist and pulled me closer up until the moment there couldn’t be a slice of paper placed between us. It was intimidating: the characteristic smell of him that mixed with my perfume. I wished we could stay like this forever, his long fingers hugging my waist, his nose brushing my forehead as he presses a kiss there.

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months

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Dream of me (Luca Changretta x fem!poc!oc)

Summary: When you are Luca Changretta, happiness isn't something you're used to. Business always comes first. But when happiness has the form of a black woman, even less. Luca deserves something better, his mother says. She hates the singer. But not him. In a world ruled by white vs black, Luca and Aveline are hiding in a hotel room, enjoying their true but forbidden love.

Warnings: Racism. Hurt/comfort. Typical violence. Slightly mentions of smut. || Unlike my fics in modern times, here they don't have a happy ending, although this fic somehow is happy.

Words: 900. || Valentine's day masterlist || Thanks for the help @evita-shelby

The word forbidden is not strong enough to describe the love that bonds Luca Changretta and Aveline Young.

It's not just forbidden, it's risky, it's dangerous for her and his reputation could be damaged forever.

Luca Changretta knows very well that people ready to kill women like her. Beautiful, for sure, but black skinned.

Luca sees her when he goes to the restaurant where she sings. New York is a big city and has a lot of places like that but he has chosen that one for a very specific reason.

His mother knows and it's not happy, she for over the rest of the family, thinks that Aveline is worthless. Because, of course, she was not made to be with a Changretta like Luca.

But Audrey does not know what his son thinks every time he's with her.

Aveline is now singing in his ear. It sounds like a lullaby to him. Aveline is black siren that captivates him with her voice. And her long legs.

His fingers caress her jawline.

"I'm a monster and you're a fragile doll," he plants kisses on her neck. Like a butterfly visiting flowers. "The most beautiful woman I ever met."

"I'm not a fragile doll, Mr. Changretta."

Luca humms against her neck. He loves when she calls him by his last name. His cursed last name.

"No, you're not, it's true. You're strong woman but still I'm a monster."

Aveline knows that. She still remembers that night when he appeared in her apartment covered by blood. She helped him to take a bath and stitched his wounds. Another mafia leader had paid the maximum price for his betrayal. Luca does not stand betrayal.

"That fucker…"

But Aveline shut him up with a kiss. And Luca accepted it. He always accepted her kisses but especially when he was upset. People didn't know how difficult was being like him. Normal people went to work but at the end of the day they found comfort with their family, pets or just alone. But people like Luca… mafia never rest. He didn't know when he was going to be betray or sold to the police. He needed to be alert all day.

And now that they're alone in that hotel room it's the same. Luca thinks that somewhere in the city there's an enemy waiting for him. Chasing his body and soul. Aveline feels how his body is tense once more. So she starts to sing again. Her mother used to sing that song when she and her brother were little kids. It talks about hope and a bright future. And love.

Luca closes his eyes. In a perfect world she's with him side by side, but that perfect world it doesn't exist. He never mentioned it in front of her but her mother made some comments about Aveline that made his blood boil. "Black women are nothing but…" Luca shakes his head trying to forget those words.

"Luca?"

"Mmh?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"About you, amore mio" Luca can see her smile and smiles too.

In a quick movement, he grabs her by the waist and lays her down on the mattress. "I always think about you, bella."

"You're such a poet, Mr. Changretta."

"You inspire me, Linnie."

The woman kisses him. Linnie is a nickname that Luca invented and none except him call her that way. Luca kisses her back. They are the singer and the gangster madly in love in a world that wasn't made for that love.

Opening her legs, she allows him to take her. Once and once again.

"Ti amo…" Luca whispers feeling her warmth around his masculinity.

"I love you, too."

Those hands, full of blood of innocent and guilty people, caresses her delicate skin. Somewhere the bells of a distant church announce that it's midnight. It's February 14 and like any other couple they're loving each other.

Audrey Changretta is a distant memory in Luca's mind while he holds Aveline next to him. He loves her mother but she's wrong. His woman is a perfect person, she's not worthless. Aveline Young is a fucking treasure. Her brown eyes are full of love and it's a miracle that someone can love him in such way.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Changretta."

"Happy Valentine's day, Linnie."

She smiles and Luca closes his eyes. "Dream a little dream of me," Aveline says.

"As always, doll."

The woman watches him finally rest. He's not a good man, she knows that. She also knows what his family thinks of her but she also knows that Luca loves her. In such a deeply way that no one else but them could understand.

She caresses his hair. One day, maybe, they'll be allowed to be happy together.

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mxpseudonym · 5 months

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Luca x Blossom Reading Order

Hello, good people!

The unofficial Blossom series has never been written chronologically, but I do have a vague timeline in mind when I write for them. If you want to read the stories in a rough chronological order, here you go!

**NSFW

Luca Changretta x Blossom OC (or characterized reader)

> As Good As Winter - Out of all the women in New York, Luca chooses to pursue a cold-shouldered nurse’s aide. His best friend, Ronnie, watches on in amusement and disbelief at how shamelessly whipped Luca can be. > Get a Real Hobby - Luca honestly knows her a little too well > With me, near me, all around me - Luca wants Blossom to see his new apartment > Made For You, I Think - Blossom is being soft for once, and Luca is being goofy as always. > I Don’t Like You, I Just Want You Here Forever - Luca comes home to see his love foolishly asleep on the terrace. > I Can’t Wait - She’s pushed Luca a bit too far this time, and in return he hits a nerve > Not Good Enough - Luca decides it’s time to call it quits before anything dangerous happens. Of course, he hasn’t quite thought through how this would go. > Even if it’s your fault, I’ll fix it - The Changrettas are giving Blossom a hard time, and Luca tells her not to hold back. > This person who understands me - Blossom is in a terrible accident and Luca can’t hold himself together. > Apple Cherry Blossom - Blossom isn’t the jealous type, but for her husband, she’ll put on a little show.

>> Mx’s Main Masterlist <

>> Mx’s Peaky Blinders Masterlist<

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evita-shelby · 11 months

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Hey Juli

Gonna balance the universe with some Luca fics. Luca being a girl dad but with a the twist him being a recent widow and with the prompt "You are enough."Plz ❤️

Broken hearts all around

Aka what i felt when i was writing it.

Thanks 😊

It should be his wife who did this, but it falls on him to do it.

“Why wasn’t I enough for him,papa?” His daughter asked after getting her heart broken for the first time.

Had this happened mere months ago, she would’ve been the one here instead of him.

“You are enough, tesoro.” He comforts her as best he can and knows wishing his wife was still here won’t change things.

“I wish mamma was here.” She said as she cried into his shirt.

“So do I.”

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loulouwrites · 2 years

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Mad Woman . Luca Changretta

Warnings: angst, manipulation, domestic violence, mental illness, childbirth.

(2148 words)

(gif not mine)

She loved him from the moment she saw him. Her grandmother would tell her that love was something that you had to work for, that it grew as you got to know someone, but for her, it was instantaneous. She knew he was the man she would marry when their eyes met from across the room, his lips that were wrapped around a toothpick formed a charming grin as he tipped his hat towards her. He was the man she always imagined loving.

She was only 19 when they met, he was older, though not dramatically but he carried himself in a way that made him seem wise beyond his years. He was classy, smart, and charming. He made her feel stupid in the most spectacular way.

I want to learn everything from you.

They married in Spring. The wedding was a grand affair, both of their families delighted, everybody agreed that they were a perfect match.

Mr and Mrs Luca Changretta.

She was a beautiful bride, she spent most of her wedding smiling as the older women in the family complimented her beauty. He spent most of the wedding grinning as the men patted his back and made jokes that the wait was over, and the wedding night was almost there.

When she was 21, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter, on their one-year wedding anniversary. She cried as the midwife handed her the little thing, wrapped in an expensive yellow blanket. The midwife fussed over her, wiping the sweat off her forehead with a damp flannel as the assistant went downstairs to inform the husband that his daughter had arrived.

She was so besotted with the baby that she barely took notice of her husband as he entered the room. He stood at the foot of the bed, fiddling with the toothpick in his mouth as he waited for the midwife to leave the room. He waited until the door was shut gently to approach his wife, moving to sit on the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her damp forehead. She smiled at him briefly, before her eyes went back to the fussing infant in her arms.

“She’s so beautiful” She whispered softly, stroking her daughter’s cheek gently. Her husband didn’t respond immediately, instead she felt him remove his arm from her shoulder, the bed rising slightly as he stood up.

“Hopefully next time it will be a boy” He spoke for the first time since he entered the room. His beautiful wife’s smile fell from her face as she looked at him, he chose not to say more than that, he just sighed and left the room.

He didn’t even hold his daughter.

The screams of a toddler could barely be heard over the screaming and smashing of plates coming from the penthouse. The staff in the home all sat in their quarters, a conflicted silence among them as the spared glances at each other, silently asking if they should step in.

The living room looked like a bombsite. The expensive China was shattered on the floor, wine was splashed over the flower-patterned curtains, flowers had been thrown out of the priceless vase, already wilting on the soft white carpet. The couple were stood in the middle of the room, spouting venomous words at each other, not caring if anyone could hear them. They wouldn’t dare tell anyone.

“I am such an idiot” The woman wailed, her black eyeliner running down her face “How could you?” She screamed, hurling a plate at her husband, who moved out of the way causing it to shatter on the wall behind him.

“You need to get a hold of yourself” He spat at her; disgust written all over his face “You look ridiculous”

His wife cried, putting her face in the palm of her hands, and moving to sit on the deep blue couch, seemingly the only thing in the room that had survived her rage. Her husband rolled his eyes, the woman on the sofa was unrecognisable to him, his radiant bride was now a sad, hysterical wife. It made him sick. It was almost as if she could read his thoughts, because as he stood there in despair, feeling nothing but resentment to the woman he married, she shot up from her seat and charged towards him, her arm raised to land a blow to his face. He blocked it easily, she was smaller than him, weaker than him, and grabbed the top of her arms, shaking her aggressively.

“You need to calm down” he said through clenched teeth as she cried like a wounded animal in his grip, he shook her more, his fingers digging into her skin in the most painful way, she couldn’t move her arms, his grip too strong. She anchored her face away from his as she spat at him, his arms loosening and the room quieting as they both registered what she just did. She watched him when he let her go, reaching for his pocket square to wipe his eye before his furious gaze met hers. She backed away slowly as he stalked towards her, his eyes darker than they were before.

“No, no, no” She muttered, shaking her head repeatedly as he reached his arm out and grabbed her, his other raising and landing a smack to her face. They stared at each other, their heavy breathing the only thing that could be heard in the once beautiful room. Neither of them said anything. They had had fights before, furious ones that had resulted in broken glasses and plates, but they had never laid hands on each other. He was the first one to break eye contact, removing his hand from her wrist as he made his way to the door. She watched him, tears in her eyes as he opened the front the door.

“Can I ask you one thing?” She asked, he didn’t turn around to face her, he just paused in the open doorway “What could she give you that I can’t?”

He let out a scoff, but he didn’t turn around

“A son” She let out a small cry as the door slammed behind him.

The cries of an infant could be heard throughout the penthouse as Luca Changretta sat at the bottom of the stairs, his two daughters running around joyously.

“It’s here, the baby is here” The eldest, Violetta called out ecstatically, her little sister copying her.

Luca didn’t move from his seat on the stairs, watching his two children dance around, so excited that they were going to meet their younger sibling.

“Mr Changretta, your son is here” The midwife called from the top of the stairs.

“It’s a boy! It’s a boy” The little girls laughed, running past their father, up the stairs to the master bedroom, him following close behind them.

When he entered the room, his daughters were already hanging over their mother to get a good look at their little brother. He stood in the doorway, watching them, the little girls pushing each other out of the way trying to get closer to the new-born. His wife didn’t move, she sat like stone as the girls pushed and shoved each other, her eyes glued to the foot of the bed.

“Girls” Luca called out “Let your mother rest. You have your whole lives to get to know him” The girls groaned as the midwife ushered them out of the room, it was only then that he approached her, sitting on the bed and wrapping his arm around her.

“What shall we name him?” He asked her softly, reaching out to stroke his son’s cheek.

“I don’t care” She replied, her gaze not shifting from the bottom of the bed.

She held the little boy in her arms as she shopped for groceries, resting him on her hip, her daughters running up and down the store, laughing amongst themselves.

“He’s a beautiful boy” She heard a feminine voice say from next to her, hummed in response, not looking up, instead choosing to inspect various tomatoes in her spare hand “He can’t be older than 8 months, right?” She just nodded at the stranger, still not looking at her “My boy just turned one. My first child” She rolled her eyes at the woman’s words, who continued “What’s his name?”

“Salvatore” She muttered at the woman, still not looking at her.

“I bet your husband was thrilled you finally had a boy. My son’s father was thrilled when he learned he had a son, unfortunately his wife was not” The woman laughed, it was a cruel laugh, one that was made to torment the other woman. She looked up then, meeting eyes with the woman next to her “That’s mine over there” She pointed to where a little boy was giggling with her daughters as they fussed over him “I named him Luca, after his father” The woman offered a grin, it widening at the look of horror on the other woman’s face.

“Violetta! Sofia! Let’s go” She called out to the little girls, forgetting all about the groceries.

Luca Changretta loved his children. There was time when he thought he didn’t, that there was something very wrong with him, but when his son was born, his love for all of his children grew and he found himself besotted with, not just his son, but his little girls too. And while Luca’s love for his children grew, he saw his wife’s shrink. The woman that was once sweet and carefree became a shell of herself, he could almost see a grey cloud above her head as she walked around.

He knew the woman he loved was still in there and he tried his hardest to bring her back. He bought her dresses, took her to the finest restaurants and made love to her as he had always done, but she never seemed happy, and it frustrated him.

He slammed their bedroom door closed, watching as she lifelessly walked to her dressing table, removing her earrings as she sat down. He stood behind her, watching her reflection in the mirror as she removed the clips from her hair brushed it, her expression blank.

“You embarrassed me” He spoke lowly. She glanced at him through the mirror, but she didn’t respond, instead, she placed her brush down and stood up to walk to the bathroom. He grabbed her arm as she moved past him, pulling her towards him. Her eyes didn’t show any emotion, her face blank as she looked at him “You. Embarrassed. Me” He snarled, his grip tightening with every word but she still didn’t respond. He grabbed her other arm, resting his forehead against hers, closing his eyes “Say something” he whispered.

“Let me go” She sighed, as if he was boring her. Luca pulled his head back, raising his hand and slapping her across her face. Her face snapped to the side and she held it there as he grabbed her chin roughly in his hand, squeezing as he pulled her face towards his.

“You will not embarrass me” He spoke, roughly letting her face go before storming out of the room.

She didn’t cry.

She laughed as her son run up to her at the train station but she felt numb inside, all she could feel was a gnawing in her stomach as she hugged her son, watching as his father approached her from over the little boy’s shoulder. She stood when he got close, holding her son’s hand in hers.

“Welcome home, amore” Luca said, kissing her cheek softly.

“Mommy where have you been? Daddy said you were sick” Little Salvatore asked his mother as they walked to the car. Images flashed in her head, the men in white coats holding her down, the nurses squeezing her cheeks as the forced bitter pills into her mouth.

“She needed rest. She’s all better now” Her husband told their son, his eyes not leaving hers as he held the car door open for her.

Violetta and Sofia hugged their mother when she arrived home, holding flowers and chocolates for her. She held them tightly, her face buried in their hair as they struggled to get out of her motherly grip.

Her beloved children dragged her into the dining room, where the cook had prepared her favourite meal to welcome her home. She tensed when she felt her husband’s arm slip around her waist, his mouth resting against the side of her forehead.

“It’s good to have you home, my love” His hold on her waist tightened, squeezing her body “Let’s hope you never have to leave again” He let her go, moving to take his seat at the head of the table. She paused in the entryway, glancing towards the housekeeper who offered her a sympathetic smile.

She was home.

authors note

Hey! This is my first story on here. I’m not super proud of it but it is what it is. I’ll be writing Peaky Blinders stories and had to start with my favourite trash human. If you’d like to request something, don’t hesitate!

Thank you for reading.

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theundercoversquid · 2 years

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Little Lamb

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Request: Hii!! I love your latest Luca works! I know it’s not original at all, but can you make one where the reader is a Shelby and she’s made to marry Luca to stop the vendetta? She’s still terrified of him because she obviously was on his black list and she’s sure he still resents her family, but he tries to make en effort to reassure her for both their sake. It could be a scene from before or after the wedding, or even the wedding day/night. ❤️❤️

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Part 2: Little Lamb PT2

Masterlist

This is not how you imagined your future would go. Trusted up like a prize lamb for auction before it was bought and killed.

The only problem was that you knew who was buying you and what price.

Your new owner was Luca Changrett. And his price was the removal of the Shelby clan from his vendetta.

You remember the day that you received the black hand. You had been celebrating Christmas with your friends when it came through your post box.

You had always distanced yourself from your family’s affairs, so this was the last thing that you expected to receive. But somehow, you always managed to get dragged in. In this case, it was an angry Italian on a killing mission.

And here you stood on what was meant to be the best and biggest days of your life. The whole thing was a complete blur to you. You knew that your family could see that you were running on autopilot. Dead behind the eyes. But you didn't care. They were the reason that you were in this position. They could have not medaled. But instead, they meddled, and you would have to pay the ultimate price.

Polly led you off as the party started to draw to a close. And from the look on her face. And her refusal to meet your eye. You knew what was going on. You were being taken to your metaphorical death.

So when Polly ushered you into a bed-chamber, you weren't surprised. Polly looked like she wanted to say something. Probably an apology. But you didn't want to hear it. So instead, you gently shut the door in her face. You didn't need to or want to hear their apologies. It was all too little too late.

When the door was closed, you carefully stripped out of your dress. Hanging it up, you then walked back to the bed where you sat down. There was nothing you could do, so you might as well avoid it. You might as well wait in your underwear, hoping that it is less painful that way.

You didn't have long to wait for your 'husband'. He opened the door barely 5 minutes after getting out of your dress.

He seemed surprised.

"What are you doing?" Luca asked you.

"Waiting for you." You told him as if it was apparent. Because to your mind, it was evident what was going to happen. Luca was going to have his way with you. And then one of you where going to have to leave.

Though Luca seemed even more surprised by your statement. "Why are you only in your undergarments then?" he asked.

"Is this not what you wanted?" You asked, getting increasingly more confused.

"God, no," Luca said, sounding horrified.

Luca started talking about his jacket, and for a horrifying moment, you thought he decided to take you up on your suggestion.

As he approached you, you closed your eyes. Mentally preparing yourself for what is to come. You were startled out of your thoughts by the feeling of fabric being draped over you. Tentative, opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of Luca backing away from you again. Looking down at your shoulders, you could see that he had put his suit jacket over your shoulder.

Luca seemed happy with the fact that you were now slightly less undressed. You watched a Luca turned around. Moving the armchair from where it had been tucked in the corner to somewhat closer to where you were sitting.

Not quite sure what was going on, you watched Luca with eagle eyes. Wondering what he was going to do.

But all he appeared to do was roll his sleeves up and rest his elbows on his knees. And as you observed him, he observed you. Nothing calculation or cruel about it. You just looked at each other.

When Luca seems to have seen enough, he asked you a question. Not a question to pry into your family. He just asked you what your favourite colour was. Startled, you looked at him for a moment before answering as you then asked him was his was. He answered it before asking you about your favourite type of food. And that was how your night went on. You and Luca just got to know each other. Not what you had been told about echo other or the mask that you put on. You just got to know each other.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 month

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Nobody's Girl - A Luca Changretta/OC Story.

Okay, okay! I got the message quite clearly that just a few of you are more than a wee bit excited for this, so regardless of the poll results, ya bestie over here is giving you the first chapter. Everybody gather round and meet Emily Jane. She shyly says hi.

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 4,224

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

Brooklyn, 1923. It was a dangerous place to be in certain areas of the New York borough, where bullets fell like rain and crimson bled plentifully into the gutters. Its misdeeds were becoming famous, the mob swelling like a well-fed beast, prowling the streets unleashed, snarling and hungry. In Brooklyn, the mafia were the kings, whether you, your mother, your cousin or the cops liked it or not.

It was generally advised that you did not protest.

Wiseguy compliance was safer than the alternative, and everybody knew it. When they came knocking, offering fistfuls of dollars to store barrels mostly containing contraband beer, gin and whiskey within the warehouses of legitimate businesses, the proprietors knew that you either said yes or you died. That money you were so generously handed would be earned back, though.

“So look, uh, you gonna be lookin’ after this cargo for us, right? That means there are gonna be certain guys on the street who ain’t gonna be too pleased about you working with us. So, what I’m gonna do is have a few of my guys lookin’ out for ya. Fifty bucks a week and nothin’ happens to your business, or your family.”

The story was the same for any other business within the radius of their turf, racketeering forced upon you whether you guarded contraband alcohol for them or not.

It was generally advised that you paid them the fifty bucks.

Of course, when it came to the families going to war with one another, there was nobody there to protect you, whether you paid into a protection racket or didn't. If the police were called, they generally – and purposefully - arrived too late, the large wedges of cash stuffed into their back pockets by whichever mob crew were buying their compliance ensuring that.

No, when the gunfire erupted and turned the silent streets into a bloodied cacophony, you knew there was only one thing to do.

It was generally advised that you duck.

On that particular chilly November night, though, with the threat of snow hanging heavy in the air from the thickened clouds above, one young woman opted not to duck. Instead, she chose to walk right out into the carnage, for it was perhaps the only avenue she could tentatively tread upon in order to save herself from hell.

The Changretta’s and the Calabrese's had been at war with one another over turf for months, disputes rife over what mob presided over which area, promises of blood come good after negotiations had failed, leading to the shootout between both crews in the dead of night.

Bullets peppered the air, tattooing the buildings and cars along the street, screams and shouts only just about audible over the thrum of heavy machine gun fire, men diving and dying left and right. The sins they fought and died for knew no difference, but somewhere in the madness, these men of bloodthirsty savagery had a line they would not ever cross.

The Changretta mob scanned the desolate street, high alert agitating their blood, neurons firing rapidly as they watched the area, looking, waiting for movement. The enemy had been thinned to what appeared to be nothing, their bodies littering the ground, but that didn’t mean there weren’t more lying in wait.

Luca’s unblinking eyes toured the darkness, daring to slowly rise from his concealed place behind the front wing of a shot-out Ford, each step crunching the shattered glass beneath his feet. Nothing. They’d accomplished the extermination mission sufficiently, not a single Calabrese goon left breathing.

“Boss! On your left!”

At his right hand’s call, Luca spun, directing his gun at what his eyes picked out through the inky night, a glowing light splitting the dark, his men beginning to fire.

“Stop, fuckin’ guns down, now!” he bellowed, his cadence rising sharply, way above his usual silky, rumbling drawl. “It’s a girl, you dumb fucks.”

She seemed to glide over the ground, her feet bare, platinum hair matted and tangled, the white lace of her dress torn and bloodied.

“What the fuck? Is it a trap, or what?”

Luca turned to view Enzo with a slight shrug, his hand reaching out to grasp his arm when he raised his gun. “Ah, aspetta, aspetta.” At being told to wait, his right hand once again lowered the machine gun, both Italians watching as the girl continued her walk, her eyes wide and dazed, her face bloody, purple welts marking her features. The closer she got, the more of them Luca noticed, angry and swollen upon her pale skin, the infliction of brutality tarnishing much of her body, a body that buckled as she suddenly fell, collapsing in the middle of the street.

“Ain’t no trap.” Moving out fully, Luca strode through rivers of blood and bullets, removing his long, wool coat, wrapping it over the barely dressed blonde as he crouched at her side. “Hey, what the fuck happened to you, huh?” He gave her cheek a few gentle slaps, trying to rouse her. “You with me? C’mon, wake up.” This truly wasn’t the time or place for damsels in distress. He had himself and his guys to think of before all else.

Her eyelids fluttered, blinking rapidly a few times as she came to, curling herself smaller. Her mouth opened, and Luca was sure she said something, but her voice was ghostly, so quiet he was scarcely sure she’d spoken at all.

“What? I can’t hear you.” He leaned closer, craning his ear, just about able this time to hear her words.

“There’s a bomb under your car. Twenty seconds.”

With widened eyes, his head spun round to where his assembled crew waited. “Move! The fuckin’ car is live, move!” Pulling her up off the street and into his arms, he and his men began to run, covering the ground rapidly. They’d gotten a good hundred feet away, yet their eardrums still all but ruptured when the TNT blew, reducing the Buick to an inferno.

They took cover behind another car, a car Enzo rapidly broke open the door of, cranking the engine into life. “Let’s get the fuck outta here, eh?”

So, it looked to Emily like she was leaving one set of wiseguys and going with another as the tall, slender man who held her jumped into the back of the car, three other guys piling in, the car shuddering out from its spot and being directed in the opposite direction to the blast.

“Hey boss,” Dante piped up from the passenger seat, nodding at the blonde. “Who’s the dame?”

“You know as much as I do.” He was just about to ask her that very question, looking down to see her head lolled over his arm, out cold once more. Whatever the fuck she’d been through, he could gauge it was a lot. Giving him the kind of information she had, though, information that had saved him and his crew from being blasted to smithereens, he wasn’t just about to let he be on her way.

If she knew about the bomb, then what other information might she have? The firefight had not exterminated all of the Calabrese mob, just a mere handful of foot soldiers.

Exiting the car on the corner of Third Avenue, Luca strode towards the doors of Bella Vita, the bar turned speakeasy he owned, the doormen nodding to him and swinging the doors open. He took an immediate right, the thumping blare of jazz music and patrons having a fabulous time hurting his still fragile, bomb-blasted ears, another large man employed for security purposes opening the next door he came to.

It closed with a heavy thud behind him, the wall of noise muted, Luca beginning to climb the stairs that led to his spacious apartment. It had only been home for seven months, since he had the former three dwellings gutted out and fashioned into something more resembling the comfort he was accustomed to. High standing members of the mafia did not reside in shabbiness.

His former abode, a sprawling townhouse upon the Upper West Side of Manhattan, was now solely home to his ex-wife and three children. For a quicker divorce from the wretched, screaming harpy whom he had once loved very dearly, he considered it a cheap price to part with for the sake of his sanity. Her alimony was also eye watering, but it wasn’t like Luca didn’t rake in serious bank.

He’d also never deprive Milania, Guiseppe and Alessio of anything. His sons were the apple of his eye, and his daughter, well, she was quintessentially daddy’s little girl. He just wished she had a smidgen less of her mother’s hot-headed temper. Then again, he supposed he deserved every ounce of it, not being a particularly good husband to Filomena.

Well, it was subjective, really. He provided for her, took her out regularly, bought her an abundance of luxuries from expensive jewellery to beautiful furs, but he did have somewhat of a predisposition for sticking his cock where he most certainly should not have stuck it. Filomena had all but turned a blind eye to his philandering ways, and Luca knew that was why he’d continued to do it, because she'd let him. She didn’t care, it seemed, so why should he?

Maybe if she’d have been the kind of woman to crack his jaw and tell him in no uncertain terms that he was hers and hers alone, he might have fixed up and adhered to the fidelity he’d promised her, but she never had. It went right over his head that this is what he should have pledged without the threat of violence in the first place.

The final straw finally drove her into action, though, arriving home earlier than he’d expected one day to find him in bed with two whores, one astride his face and the other riding his cock. There weren’t many women out there who could witness the man they loved in that kind of scenario and still continue to love him. She’d given him nothing but pure, unfiltered hell in the time between, Luca agreeing to all of her demands, just as long as she didn’t touch either his car collection, his speakeasy, or his home in the Catskills.

Carrying the mystery blonde over to the lounge area of the open plan apartment, he placed her down on the dark, oxblood leather chesterfield, noticing that she’d come round again. “You wanna drink, sweetheart?”

She nodded, beginning to tremble a little. “Hey, you’re alright. I ain’t gonna do nuthin’ bad to ya.” Emily doubted his sincerity, knowing wiseguys as well as she did. His voice was half salty rumble, half viper’s hiss, but each word was delivered with the kind of hush that made her feel soothed, she had to admit. The quietness of his tone made a nice change from being yelled at. “Whaddya drinkin'?”

“A water, p-please,” she stuttered, Luca nodding. He’d been offering liquor, but water he could do, too.

He paused before going to fetch it, crouching before her, studying her wounds a little more closely now she was under the brighter lights within his home. “Those cuts are nasty, doll. Who fuckin’ did this, eh?” He reached for her face, regretting it instantly when she shot across the couch, curling into a ball at the opposite end. “Woah, hey. Like I said, I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I just wanna help you, and for you to tell me what you know about the Calabrese guys. I’m guessin’ you know a whole lot, to know one of ‘em stuck a bomb beneath my car.”

She trembled, her eyes wide, her silence profound. “I’m gonna get you that water.” He rose to his feet slowly, knowing he had to treat her as if she were an injured fawn, everything slow and steady, save her from becoming furtherly spooked.

Caring for another, though, was somewhat beyond his usual skill set. Luckily from his own scrapes, he both knew how – and possessed the necessities - to clean up wounds before they became an infected mess, going to the bathroom and pulling out gauze and a bottle of iodine, returning to the kitchen to fetch her requested glass of water.

He handed it to her, moving to his drinks cabinet then and pouring himself a large measure of whiskey, returning to sit in front of her on the coffee table. “You gonna let me clean you up?”

She shook her head, spilling several drops of water as she lifted the glass to her lips, downing it in its entirety.

He nodded, sucking the matchstick he was chewing before removing it. “Alright. You gonna tell me what you know?”

Again, she shook her head.

He shrugged, a little agitated, but knowing he had to play his cards carefully. “I got all night, doll. Could start with your name, though, if the rest is too much to ask.”

She wanted to trust him. Hell, he could have simply dropped her from his grasp and left her there on the street, but he’d taken her with him, back to the safety of his apartment, no less. Of course, though, it was to gain information. Then again, if it was solely that, why was he trying to help her? Men who sought only answers to their questions seldom had the interest to clean wounds. Hell, they usually jammed a gun to your tonsils and told you to spill all as soon as they removed it.

Who was she to him that he’d care whether her cuts were bathed? Still, it took him a patient wait of just over a half hour until she finally spoke.

“Emily Jane,” she finally replied, swallowing hard. “Emily Jane Mortensen. Most people just call me Emily, though.”

He lifted his chin, pointing to her water glass. “You want another in there, Emily?”

“Please.”

Well, she had a name, at least. It was as good a start as any. “You know,” he began, long legs extending as he rose to his feet, walking back over to the kitchen area, “the Calabrese’s won’t do shit to you with me around. If that’s why you’re scared to talk, ain’t no mind, doll.” Returning to her, he resumed his seat upon the coffee table, handing over the glass. “Like I said, though. I got all night.”

Protection. Something she’d longed for, but could she truly trust it? She knew exactly who he was; Luca Changretta, the big boss, the number one apex predator at the top of the mafia hierarchy. It was either the very best, or the absolute worst place that she could have ended up. “Gino Calabrese ordered Joey, his youngest son to have the bomb planted, so that if the firefight didn’t kill you, the blast definitely would.”

His eyebrows rose a little, chewing the matchstick slowly. “And you know this how? Who are ya, to Gino?”

Finishing her water, she reached to place it upon the coffee table, Luca taking it from her, resting his forearms back to his thighs as he leaned forward, looking expectant. “Um, nothing to him, but to his son, I – well, I was his card counter. That’s kinda moot now, though, since you and your guys put about sixteen bullets in his chest.”

His lip curled slightly. “Card counter?”

“Yeah. I have a real fast brain for math, so technically I can’t ever be beaten in a game of blackjack. I won Joey thousands upon thousands at games all over, from Vegas to Reno. Illegal games, too. Women don’t usually get a seat at the table, but I got to, because...”

“Cuz’ Joey boy was partially sighted, I’m guessin’, right? You were his alleged eyes, but truly, you were there to tell him when to make his moves, amirite?”

God, he was very sharp. “Correct,” she confirmed, although Luca still looked slightly dubious, reaching behind him and grabbing something. He turned back to reveal a deck of cards, sliding them from the box and giving them a rapid shuffle.

“Show me.” Standing, he moved to sit beside her on the couch, dragging the table nearer and dealing out as he were the house, Emily moving a little nearer.

“Alright, so I mostly use the Hi-Lo strategy. It means if the ratio of high to low cards is higher than normal, the player can make bets that are larger when the deck is favourable.”

He noticed it instantly, how when presented with the opportunity to show off her skill, she unwound from the nervous, tense little waif he’d carried into his home just over an hour before. “How’d you know if the deck is favourable?” he asked, a frown knitting between his dark brows as he pointed at them on the table.

“You have to track the ratio of high to low cards by assigning them with a value. You begin at zero, then as each card comes up, you add it to your tally. Cards two to six have a value of plus one, cards seven to nine have no value, and cards worth ten and also aces have a value of minus one, so you keep adding and subtracting, betting accordingly. Watch. Hit me.”

He dealt her another card, Emily tapping it. Another was placed. “I’m holding.” Turning the other cards, he saw she would have won her hand had they been playing for cash. He made her do it another five times before he truly believed what she could do, sitting there with slightly widened eyes.

“Look at that, huh?” he spoke, gathering the cards from the table and returning them to the pile. “No wonder he kept you around.”

She shrugged. “Shame it wasn’t of my own free will. All of this mess I’m in, it was because I tried to get away from him earlier, so he took a set of brass knuckles to me. Wasn’t the first time either.”

He studied her face, his jaw tightening. Luca had few codes of honour, and not taking his fists to a woman was high upon that list. He hissed a breath, his eyes narrowing. “Fuckin’ asshole. I’m extra glad I shot the living fuck outta him now.”

Dropping her gaze, she folded her arms, looking at her bare feet. “So am I.”

Reaching for his drink, he knocked it back, truly feeling glad that Joey no longer breathed. If there was one thing he truly detested, it was a woman beater. He didn’t have much to be proud of in his life, morally speaking, but he had never and would never raise a hand to a woman. Ever. “Fuckin’ brass knuckles, Jesus above. I know how much those fuckin’ things hurt only too well.”

She snorted softly, her eyes finding his again, her heart doing a little somersault as she watched the peridot shards glint at her through the low light. Hoo boy, he was a handsome one. Deadly, but handsome nonetheless. “Who on earth is brave enough to take a set of brass knuckles to the famous Luca Changretta, and live to tell the tale?”

He smirked, rising to his feet. “Nobody these days, but when I was still comin’ up, plenty of guys.” Moving back to the drinks cabinet, he took the bottle of whiskey, turning to her. “You want another water in there, or somethin’ else? I got just about everythin'.”

Peering at him over the back of the couch, he felt his inside pinch a little. She was so tiny and cute. “Could I have a vodka rocks, please?”

“You can, but ice I don’t have. Gimme a sec.” He strode across the space again, heading back down the stairs, the sounds of music growing louder and then returning to the dull rumble, Emily moving to pull on the long coat around her, feeling chilly. It smelled of him. The woody, musky, yet slightly spicy notes of whatever cologne he wore filled her nose as she held the soft lapels to her face.

The sudden blare of music signalled his imminent return, the tall Italian appearing from the stairwell once more, carrying with him an ice bucket he placed upon the table, going back to the cabinet and collecting the whiskey and vodka bottles, pouring a large measure into her glass, dropping the ice in and handing it to her.

“Thank you,” she spoke, Luca noticing her manners were impeccable, also watching her face as it twisted into a grimace, Emily hissing before straightening her leg, examining her grazed knee.

He gestured to her injuries with a sweeping hand. “Gonna let me help you with that yet? You’re kinda bleeding all over my couch.”

In an instant, she looked horrified. “Oh, I’m so sorry, and probably your coat, too. I’m an idiot, I'll sit on the floor.”

He moved swiftly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, ain’t no bother, doll.” In truth, it was, but he kept that to himself. Blood cleaned off, he had to concede. This girl, he needed to keep her sweet in order to keep on feeding him further information that he sensed she possessed. Joey Calebrese might not have been high up within his criminal family, a street guy who was not yet elevated at the time of his death (and which was why, Luca guessed, he’d used Emily for her card counting skills to make the kind of bank his lower standing didn’t allow for) but being around them, she was bound to know more.

She was a valuable asset, and he’d treat her as such.

He picked up the handful of gauze and iodine, moving back to the coffee table. “It’s gonna sting like fuck, but you likely know that.”

She did. Bracing herself, she clenched her teeth as one by one, Luca dabbed each cut and graze with the iodine-soaked gauze, wincing, hissing at the burning, sharp sting. “Gonna be a little black n’ blue for a while, honey,” he drawled, his mouth tilting into a smile. “Still pretty, though.”

He winked, and it sent a spark through her, although the rational side of her brain told her that allowing herself to be charmed by a dangerous mobster was the last thing she truly needed right then. He didn’t make it easy, though, being attentive to her, looking as good as he did. She’d always had a thing for older men, and she could guess he likely had at least a decade and a half on her twenty-three years.

“So, you gotta home I can take you to, people wonderin’ where the fuck you vanished to?”

Home. It was a word she didn’t really have any true comprehension over, the place that to everyone else acted as a sanctuary, a safe haven, had truly been anything but to her. “No, I don’t.”

“No port in a storm, huh?” he asked, gently lifting her leg to rest upon his slender thigh, smoothing her dress up a little to reach a cut beneath. His hands were so hot. Yet another spark flared within her belly.

“No, no port.” She paused, meeting his eyes, knowing he was expecting more. “I’ve no idea who my father was, and my mother was a drunk, still is for all I know. I don’t have any siblings either so when I was eighteen, I left California and made my way across the country to New York. Wanted a better life for myself. It didn’t exactly go to plan. I have a habit of trusting the wrong people.”

He looked away from her then, eyes flitting to her knee, pressing the gauze onto an open cut. He was definitely a man she shouldn’t have trusted, and he wasn’t entirely sure why that suddenly prickled quite sharply at his conscience, but it did.

“You probably don’t trust me, but if you wanna crash here until you find your feet, you’re welcome to.”

She looked at him with big, grey eyes full of hope. “Really, you don’t mind?”

He sniffed. “Wouldn’t have offered if I did.” Placing the cork back into the iodine bottle, he moved to take a seat beside her again, picking up his drink. “Might be better if you do, actually. The Calabrese’s are likely lookin’ for ya. If you vanished and didn’t wind up as a dead body, and I didn’t get blown up, then it don’t take no genius to work out that you ratted on ‘em.”

Shit. She hadn’t even considered that. It was a fear Luca was banking on playing upon, and it had worked flawlessly. “S’okay, though, sweetheart. As long as you’re with me, they ain’t gonna touch ya. You’re fine.”

Was she, though? Emily truly had to wonder. She pondered over it for the rest of the night, Luca telling her she could go take a bath and clean up, loaning her one of his shirts to wear that absolutely buried her, telling her he’d take the couch while she slept in his bed. She tried to protest, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

“I ain’t exactly a gentleman in a lot of respects, but you ain’t gonna sleep on the couch. Nah. It’s fine.”

Was it, though? As her tired eyes fluttered, lying in the comfort of a big bed that smelled like her host, she truly did have to wonder.

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rysko · 2 months

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Rysko's guide to the galaxy - Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Hiya! Welcome to my Peaky Blinders blog, i've been in the fandom for a few months now (late to the party, i know xD), but i've only started writing in late december. I'm finally doing a masterlist so i have an easier way of accessing shit (and maybe ya'll will as well). It'll be updated after every published work.

Want me to write something? My requests are open, rules are posted here.

Ongoing Series:

Kings of Spades - Luca Changretta x OC

Other fics (sorted by character):

Tommy Shelby -

(Coming Soon)

Luca Changretta -

Too old for this - Luca Changretta x f!reader

Arthur Shelby -

(Coming Soon)

Alfie Solomons -

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Aberama Gold -

(Coming Soon)

- MORE CHARACTERS TO COME -

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zablife · 1 year

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Birthday Drabble "Pleasure"

This is for a fellow piscean who is turning 22 today! You requested some Luca fluff with the word "pleasure." I hope you enjoy it 💕 Happy birthday, darling!

You stood beside your husband as he handed your passports to the disagreeable looking guard. As you waited for your documents to be checked, you tapped your foot and exhaled loudly, impatient to be finished. You had no idea why Luca insisted you accompany him overseas for business. He would work and leave you in the hotel, hardly a romantic trip for newlyweds.

"Remove the hat," the man demanded and your husband complied, flashing you a charming smile over his shoulder. His smoldering stare made you want to melt, but you quickly looked away, still pouting about your time apart.

"What's the purpose of your visit?" the official asked and you couldn't help but purse your lips as you awaited Luca's inevitable answer.

"Pleasure," you husband drawled, extending the word with obvious delight. You looked up at him with confusion and he gave you a sly wink before accepting the passports and guiding you away from the queue.

"Luca, what are you talking about?" you asked, leaning into him. "Why did you lie to that man?"

Luca placed his case on the ground and beckoned you closer as though he had a secret. Your heart rate increased, feeling his large palm settle against the small of your back, holding you to him. His hand cupped your chin as he confided in a whisper, "I didn't lie, principessa, there won't be any business. This trip is my chance to spoil you the way you deserve,” he promised, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Your entire body shivered with excitement and you bit your lip, feeling his hand trace it’s way up your spine until his long fingers came to rest along the back of your neck. "What did you have in mind?" you asked seductively, running your fingers over the lapels of his coat. Luca's pupils dilated with lust before dipping his head to capture your lips. He devoured you in a passionate kiss that gave you butterflies, obliterating any further thoughts or questions from your mind.

**Request a birthday drabble here.

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arzennn · 1 year

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Our Scars | Luca Changretta imagine

Luca comes home to great news

warnings: very little blood, but some minor injuries, pregnancy

“Amore mio?”

I heard Luca’s voice from downstairs, after a big thud that was possibly the sound of the door slammed. He sounded weary and a little - just a little - weak. I rushed down the stairs to see him sitting at the lunch table, wearing a once white shirt now soaked in blood. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up which showed his bloody scars that covered the skin. He seemed worn out.

“Luca?” I asked and I must have sounded worried. He got up and held my hands immediately.

“Don’t worry, amore,” he murmured in his low voice, the thick Italian accent dripping from his tongue. “Just a few scratches.”

I ordered him to sit back down, and he did so.

“What happened?” I asked as I gathered my little first aid kit from the kitchen window.

“The fucking Shelbys,” he grunted. “Those god awful monsters. Voglio ucciderli.”

Sighing, I sat down next to him and took his arms in my lap. I cleaned the wounds carefully, and my husband hissed from time to time.

“Quit whining,” I said strictly. “What were you even thinking, Luca?”

“My love,” he addressed,” calm down a little. I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m sorry.”

“You better be,” I said. “Don’t you dare ever do that again. No more fights. No more guns. I’m fed up!”

He didn’t understand.

“But amore,”he spoke softly, carefully with each vowel,” that is a part of my job. I have to-“

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out.

I hadn’t meant to tell him like this. It was supposed to be a joyful moment, with tears and kisses. Instead, there I was, patching my husband’s wounds up, on the verge of crying. Luca looked as if I was from another planet.

“What? You’re-“

“Yes.”

“Oh, mio caro, that is wonderful!” he cried in joy. I thought he almost teared up.” I love you. I love you.”

His hands were in the air again, heavily gesturing. I grabbed them to continue with the cleaning, but he took the little cloth out of my hands.

“Luca-“

“Leave it, cara mia, leave it!” he said, standing up. I did the same. “Oh, if I only knew, if I hadn’t been so foolish-“

“So, no fights anymore?” I asked.

“No fights.”

“No guns?”

“No guns. Nothing that could mean harm, I swear.”

I smiled at him. Throwing my arms around his neck, he swallowed my tiny body up in a hug. His large hands carefully wrapped around me.

“You are going to be a father,” I giggled.

“Oh, amore,” he sighed and kissed me.

“I want a girl.” I said, thinking aloud.

“I want a boy!”

“A boy! I don’t need any more men in this house, let alone a little boy who wants to be a capo mafia, just like his old man,” I said, jokingly.

“Old man, eh?” he laughed his low laugh. He picked me up and started climbing the stairs. “Let’s go upstairs and I will make you think twice about who you call old.”

“We have to be careful!”

“You know I’m always careful, amore,” he smiled and headed to the bedroom with me in his arms.

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justrainandcoffee · 2 months

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Happy day (dad!Luca Changretta)

Summary: Because of work, Luca's ex wife and mother of his kid had to travel to other city and Luca is taking care of his little Cathy. And a brief trip to Disneyworld it doesn't sound that bad. The baby is happy and he's in love with her.

Warnings: None.

Words: 400.|| This is part of my celebration.

Mama isn't there and father and daughter are alone. Luca and Cathy's mom aren't together and yet they are. They always loved eachother despite the problems they had prior their divorce. And even more now that they have the baby that plays with Luca's hands.

Luca could kill for her daughter.

Cathy looks ar him and smiles. Too young to understand what's going on, and yet, she knows that the man at her side is her father and she is safe in his arms.

The day that Aveline told him that she was pregnant it was a day he'd never forget. But that happiness was eclipsed by the moment he held her in his arms for the first time. He was there when Catherine was born, he heard her cried for the first time and it was a feeling that he never imagined he could have.

Around them, people walk, laugh and eat. Disneyland is a magic place and seeing their faces it's obvious why. That is a happy place. Aveline could say that workers don't have the same opinion, and she's right, but visitants are happy people. And so is Cathy.

Her Minnie ears and dress look adorable in her. Luca should have taken photos of the place where they're, instead all his cellphone is full of photos of his baby. And his cats.

He buys her more toys. Everything she wants, even if she can't speak yet. When they stop to eat, everything is a mess. But what do you expect? His white shirt suddenly has tomato sauce on it. He doesn't care.

More pictures are taken. Cathy and Pluto, Cathy and Cinderella, Cathy and Peter Pan…

When the sun starts to hide, it's time to go. Cathy is almost asleep and Luca covers her with her blanket in the baby stroller. She's hugging her new Donald Duck.

But she's not completely asleep.

"Pa-pa"

Luca's world suddenly stop.

"What?"

"Pa-pa" she repeats and laugh. Her childish laugh makes Luca smile. Honestly, he wants to cry.

Papa. Dad . Cathy's first words.

As he pushes the stroller to his car, to return home, he's smiling. He doesn't care if people look at him.

For him it was a really happy day.

(The Changrettas in modern times live in London bit suddenly they're in Florida 😂. Ignore that. I needed them on Disney 💁‍♀️. They can teleport 🤣.)

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mxpseudonym · 5 months

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Even if it's your fault, I'll fix it

alt title: Luca is a messy bitch who lives for drama and Blossom's happiness

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Blossom OC

Summary: When he finds out Blossom has been surpressing her firey ways in the name of love, Luca makes sure to let Blossom know she never has to hold back.

Length: 6778 (but it goes by fast)

Warnings: None

A/N: This is a real story-length addition to the Luca x Blossom unofficial series! I enjoyed writing this and am so happy to finally share it after weeks of ironing it out. Enjoy!

.:.

She loved Luca Changretta.

She was in love with Luca Changretta.

If she didn’t know it before, somehow, she knew it now. In the little alley outside of Luca’s cousin’s home in Brooklyn, she leaned against the brick apartment building, looking up at the clotheslines that went from window to window.

It was warm enough and breezy. If she leaned to the right a bit, she could see the open window and balcony of the apartment 5 floors up that she'd just come from. If the music spilling from the window didn’t give it away, the radio on the windowsill that was the color of the Italian flag sure did.

She clenched her teeth at the thought of going back in. Supper wasn’t for another hour and a half so it was an apartment full of women, some Changrettas and some who married in (or, in her case, were soon to marry in) who were cooking the best food on the block. Their hands mixed, pinched, rolled, and chopped together food that tasted like home. But while their hands worked magic, their mouths ran wild.

Mrs. Changretta’s grievances may not have moved Luca, but they moved his aunts and grandmother. She may have been his Blossom, but to everyone else, she was someone to be tested and brought to heel.

But the worst part, was that she loved Luca Changretta. On her best day, she could argue with God himself and only lose by a thin margin. She was her own best advocate and a professional at being stubborn- difficult even. For every one thing said, she could return it tenfold with something witty. But for Luca, she was quiet.

How could she possibly fight the family she was going to be marrying into with her usually fire? She sighed, looking up again and wishing she was one of the pigeons flying from rooftop to rooftop or even a blouse fluttering in the breeze. The metal door next to her creaked open.

Luca’s Aunt Vera smiled gently when she spotted her. Vera married into the family decades ago, but from what Blossom heard, there were growing pains. Uncle Eddie was too head over heels for Vera for it to matter though. After two decades together, there wasn’t much the family could say without beating a dead horse. The only reason they bothered was because Aunt Vera had yet to have a child after so long of trying, and any weakness was fair game for vengeful gossipers.

But that morning, Uncle Eddie walked her all the way into the apartment and kissed her sweetly before leaving her in the battlefield of women while showing his strength. The message was clear: don’t mess with his treasured wife. Blossom wasn’t surprised though, Aunt Vera was kind and quietly funny. And in her late 40s, she was as stunning as ever. Uncle Eddie was lucky as far as Blossom was concerned.

“Here you are,” she said. Blossom nodded.

“Here I am.”

“Lonnie was right about the alley, then. But you can’t hide any longer, unfortunately. Nonna just got back from the market and is putting people to work,” Aunt Vera told her, then sighed. “I’ve been where you are. They’re a tough family. But avoidance makes it much worse, trust me.”

They locked eyes and said, in those few quiet moments, more than Blossom even knew how to put into words. Aunt Vera held out a hand and Blossom took it.

.:.

Cousin Marcia was the ringleader for the most drama. Blossom noted this as she sliced lemons quietly, biting her tongue as not-so-hushed whispers about her floated in from the hallway.

Lonnie, Luca’s youngest sister, was in charge of watching the children who were peeling potatoes on the stoop and Aunt Vera was arranging the tables in the large dining room. Blossom was without her allies while listening to Marcia spread all kinds of opinions to the younger wives of the family who eagerly jumped on the bandwagon. Blossom could hardly blame them. It was likely better to feel included with the Changrettas than an outsider never to be trusted.

“If you ask me,” Marcia said from around the corner, “That girl doesn’t think too highly of us Changrettas. Dana, how long did it take you and Tony to get hitched? A year and a half? And Nathaniel and Ruth, only 8 months. She’s an uppity bitch if you ask me.”

Blossom glowered at the cutting board, face enflamed. It wasn’t so much the words themselves as it was that she had to restrain herself. Piercing words flew through Blossom’s mind towards Marcia, but only manifested as slicing open the rind a new lemon. She knew what Marcia was going to say and how she was going to frame it.

“Now this girl has been stringing Luca along for half a decade at least. I bet she’s waiting for someone better, richer*, to come along. Like she’ll find it. And she’s got him so lovesick he’ll carry on for who knows how long. He’s so foolish, I can’t see how he could run anything with that judgment.”*

A gentle hand appeared on her back, taking her away from the scathing comebacks she was plotting in her head.

“Good, even slices,” said Nonna Changretta. The old woman had made the trip to New York with Luca’s mother and two aunts at the start of spring when it was warm enough to travel and would stay for a few months to make the most out of it. Blossom had only met her a few times, but this Nonna reminded her of her own who had passed only a few years before. And at that moment, her praise was like a glass of water in the desert.

“Thank you,”

“Nonna. Just like everyone else.”

Blossom smiled at her warmly and repeated the name. And as if it was her stage cue, Marcia came around the corner with more smugness than Blossom though could fit in the house.

“Nonna is too kind. You’re not even family and you get to call her that,” said Marcia. Two of Luca’s nieces stood behind her and nodded, arms crossing like they had something to prove. Blossom reminded herself to put the knife down before turning to the grandmother of the family.

“You are too kind. And if you want me to do anything else, just let me know,” Blossom offered while wiping her hands on her apron. Nonna patted her hand with a smile then turned to Marcia.

“Let’s welcome her warmly. Good intentions make for good food,” Nonna said.

“But Nonna,” Marcia whined all of a sudden and made her way across the kitchen to grab her hand. “I’m just thinking about Auntie, oh! I mean Mrs. Changretta.” Blossom rolled her eyes at the mistake that simultaneously made Nonna’s eyes soften.

“Your mother in law may have been my goddaughter, but she was like my own child. Audrey is your Aunt, no matter what,” Nonna all but gushed. Marcia gave Nonna a hug with tears welling in her eyes, but she wasn’t so overwhelmed that she couldn’t give Blossom a pointed pout as she sniffled.

“You mean the world to me. And that’s why I said what I did. It may be a little mean, but whenever Luca brings her around, she never helps out. She just shows up and eats!” Marcia said. She stepped back from Nonna, wiping her non-existent tears as she turned to Blossom who could only watch the show with crossed arms.

“I haven’t been allowed to see a kitchen until Luca and I got engaged. I always bring food, Marcia, you know this,” Blossom said evenly. “Now I’m always here.”

“You never even use Changretta recipes,” Marcia accused. “How can you call it cooking?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Blossom stepped closer to her, and Marcia stepped back with a comical look of fear on her face that made Nonna place a hand on Blossom’s arm.

“Don’t get violent, dear. I’ve heard about your temper.”

“My temper?” Blossom asked, head whipping around to the old woman who was now several degrees colder towards her.

“You have given Luca such a hard time about getting married when we all see how much he spoils you,” Marcia carried on. “And then you make him wait, stringing him along. And now you’re in here, bringing your own recipes and ruining tradition.”

“Tradition?! Those recipes are from my family’s tradition. I was sharing it,” Blossom started, only to get cut off by one of the nieces.

“Who even asked?”

Blossom took a deep breath, ready to give each of them hell. But in a split second she clenched her hands closed instead.

“Dear, you may do things a certain way in your home, but Marcia is right,” Nonna said. Blossom’s mouth dropped open for a moment. She was the one who was wrong? “I don’t know why you’ve taken so long to agree to my grandchild about marriage, or why you’ve given my daughter such a hard time. But to become a Changretta, you must humble yourself,” Nonna told her with fervor.

“Yes, be humble,” Marcia agreed. Blossom pressed her lips together to stop any words from escaping. Anything she said now would be a waste of breath. Nonna tasked her with preparing the chicken because she was the only one who wasn’t busy and wasn’t squeamish about blood and feathers, while Marcia got pulled to sit for a bit of wine and catching up.

Even as she plucked feathers, Blossom didn’t blame Luca’s grandmother for any hardships. The matriarch had a bleeding heart for those in need and a fierce sense of loyalty. Not to mention Blossom was new to the whole family.

It was Marcia she had the issue with.

Some families welcomed new in-laws with open arms and Blossom never expected the Changrettas to be one of them. They had a business and a reputation after all. Luca’s lobbying for her helped a lot, but it wasn’t enough to get anyone to deal with their least favorite cousin not cousin on her behalf. Marcia and Frank didn’t have much to do with the business and they weren’t exactly loyal to the Changretta name. So why on Earth was Marcia of all people spreading rumors about her amongst the family and taunting her?

Blossom speculated it had something to do with wanting to get on Mrs. Changretta’s good side, which meant Marcia and Frank were probably up to no good. But the truth wouldn’t stop Marcia from being a pain in her neck.

She washed her hands thoroughly when she was done, then headed downstairs to the place Lonnie knew where to find her. As the breeze fluttered through a white dress that was ready to be taken down and folded, she thought to herself that she did love Luca very much. It made all of this seem worth it.

.:.

Luca leaned over the passenger seat of his car to look out window with a furrowed brow. He’d just pulled up to the apartment and could already tell something was off. Blossom’s arms wrapped around herself while she talked to Lonnie and his Aunt Vera on the steps. Even with her back to him, she looked meeker than when he left her that morning.

He sat back in thought, a million reasons why crossing his mind before he stopped himself. The first order of business was seeing if she was actually upset and how much so. Luca hopped out the Ford, avoiding cars and kids in the middle of a foot race to walk around to the sidewalk.

“There’s my brother,” Lonnie alerted them with a chin jutting in his direction. She was newly 16 and already full of the Changretta loyalty and stubbornness. His Aunt greeted him warmly like she always did, but Blossom on the other hand barely looked over her shoulder at him even when he moved into his place next to her and slid the purse off her shoulder to hold it for her.

“Take good care of Sister,” Lonnie said with a big smile as she reached for Blossom’s hands. “We’ll have dinner sometime, just us. Maybe Thursday after school? You can teach me how to cook veal.” Lonnie grimaced at the idea of it, but quickly returned to a smile.

“I’ll help,” Aunt Vera agreed, patting Blossom on the shoulder. Luca looked between them and then at his fiancé. She glanced at him for only a moment and he knew. She was actually upset alright. They kept coming up with ideas until Blossom chuckled and begged them to stop.

“Alright, alright, we’re going now,” Blossom said. Luca went ahead and opened the door for her, helping her step up into his Ford then paused. He leaned into the door way. His eyes scanned her body as if he would find some sort of wound on her skin. She looked at him expectantly while he observed her.

“Did you have a good time?” He finally asked.

“Really good,” she said. She nodded for emphasis, and now he was certain. She was very upset.

The drive back was quiet, neither doing more than stealing a few glances. Luca wasn’t a genius, just a diligent detective when it came to his Blossom. After 5 years of going steady, she’d finally agreed to marry him. And while his mother was impatient for either a wedding or, preferably, a breakup, Luca didn’t mind going at her pace because now he knew her best.

Blossom was lost in thought and staring out the window to stop him from getting a good look at her expression. But he kept looking anyway, his heart not knowing whether to ache or ignite in rage.

“Pay attention to the road,” she told him suddenly, finally looking forward long enough to nod toward the streets he should have been navigating with more care. But half a glance was enough. Being 3 blocks from his apartment didn’t stop him from pulling his car over and taking out the key.

Luca tossed his toothpick out the window, ignoring her questioning. He angled himself to view her fully, then leaned forward to grip her chin. He tilted her head this way and that in the evening sun until she pushed his hands away.

“You’ve been sad since I came and got you,” he announced the problem he was trying to solve. His voice was tender but serious. Always serious when it came to her. “Did something happen? I know it, I can tell. What happened?”

“You always do this, saying you can see it in my face.” She huffed and pressed the back of her hand against her cheeks. She refused to admit anything at all. “Anyway, I just ate too much. I can walk the rest of the way.”

“Aht!” Luca grabbed her hand before she could turn to open the door. “You’re not going anywhere. Tell me. Did you talk to my mother? Is that why you were on the sidewalk with Lonnie and Auntie V and not inside when I picked you up? Hm?” He prodded.

Blossom sighed then gave him a tight smile and an arched eyebrow. It was a look that told him loud and clear not to make a fuss anymore. Luca’s head dropped for a moment. He lifted it again with a stern look and wagging finger.

“If you have a problem and you hide it from me, when I find out I’m going to keep all of your grandmother’s candied walnuts to myself when she sends them.” He ended his threat with a firm pinch to her cheek. She couldn’t resist the urge to smile for a moment as she pulled his hand down.

“Of course, I talked to everyone, it was a Changretta women’s evening,” she reminded him. She paused for a moment. Her fingers tapped his knuckles thoughtfully then looked up at his ever patient face with another smile.

“Your cousin, Marcia.”

“Oh no.”

“She’s good at making her opinions well known. She was telling some of your nieces that I was uppity and looking down on the Changrettas because we haven’t gotten married yet. She said I must be waiting for someone better and richer to come along.” She let out a sigh and looked at their interlaced hands. “Then she told your grandmother that I never help and I’m trying to ruin tradition by bringing my family’s recipes into Changretta kitchens, and your Nonna lectured me about marrying into your family meaning that I needed to be humbler.”

Luca let out a low whistle as he sat back in his seat, but never letting their hands separate. “Family” was a generous term for his cousins who were so distant they didn’t even share his blood. When his Nonna’s goddaughter passed, she took in her son because there was no one else to raise him well. But Frank was spineless and found a wife in Marcia who was after his money and the Changretta influence. It didn’t take long for him to act like he was owed everything.

Frank and Marcia didn’t work for anything but threw the Changretta name around like a badge of honor to get all sorts of benefits. Luca was sure they had a few hundred dollars on a tab at one of the best restaurants in the city. Angel said he’d take care of it, but his brother heeded his mother’s warning to tread carefully and now his pseudo-cousins were bringing the trouble to the house.

"She’s got some fucking nerve.”

“It’s not a big issue. I’ve got thick skin, and your grandmother’s just thinking about respecting your family.”

“You shouldn’t have to have thick skin.”

“Luca, this is your family, not some strangers. Even if you don’t like them, your Nonna does and she’s important to you. You treat me so well, too. I need to shoulder some of this.”

“Blossom, do you know I’ve known my family all of my life?” He asked, making her eyes roll. “We’re one hell of a force to be reckoned with, even when it comes to each other. Okay? When I met you I thought, ‘damn, she’s gonna give them hell,’” he admitted. “You haven’t tip toed around before and you don’t have to start now.”

“But it’s not so easy. Your mother, your aunts, your Nonna, and all of your family are here now. I’m just one person.”

“Since when?” He asked, pointedly.

“But when you’re not there,” she whispered earnestly, more earnest than he’d ever seen her. “And even if you were there, what if you end up getting cast aside in the business because of me? Isn’t Uncle Eddie a sitting duck because he went against the family?”

Luca suffocated the giddy part of him that wanted to point out that she cared so much about him. Now was not the time. He squeezed her hand instead.

“Uncle Eddie isn’t a sitting duck,” he said. “He’s been asking me to keep him in the city at his station for years because Auntie V is an only child. Her parents are older and stick alive, God bless ‘em.” Blossom didn’t look convinced even as he assured her that he was a capable son, and that an invaluable member of the Changretta business. “No one is making me a sitting duck.”

“That makes me feel better,” she admitted. Luca shifted closer to her in the small space. Blossom glanced around through the windows and suddenly wished they weren’t on the side of the street. Luca was too unpredictable.

“Don’t hold back next time. You’ve never needed me to protect you, but I still do it. I’ll talk to Nonna,” he said softly. It warmed her chest as he kissed her hand.

“You’re playing favorites,” she accused.

“Yes, definitely!” He nearly shouted, making Blossom startle then smack his arm.

“You scared me,” she said, laughing at his outburst and incredulous expression. Luca suddenly reached up and grasped her face.

“Fuck Frank and Marcia. Doesn’t matter what you get into, just tell me. Even if it’s your fault, I’ll fix it,” he said, a heated promise. “I love you when you’re righteous and I love you when you’re about to rip someone’s face off. Sometimes I even like it more.”

“You’re sick,” she said, muffled from his hands still squishing her cheeks.

“As a dog,” he agreed then leaned over and pressed his lips against hers in a forceful peck.

Blossom finally made him get back in his seat and take them the few minutes up the street to his apartment. He held her hand tightly from the car to his front door. As he unlocked it, he checked again. “You’re sure Ma didn’t say anything?”

“Your mother’s problems with me have definitely made their way into the Changretta news mill. Your aunts fought me on everything today. My dress is tactless, the way I make arancini is wrong which it’s not. And I don’t respect my elders because I speak at the wrong times.” She smirked a bit. “That’s actually the most comforting part. Reminds me of my grandmother saying I was too rough.”

Luca held the door for her. He went on about how they were too hard on his precious Blossom while sitting her down in the living room. He put the radio and handed her her favorite wine in a glass, not stopping until he was next to her with her legs in his lap, hands massaging her calves.

“You’re too sweet to me,” she told him quietly then said through gritted her teeth, “Maybe we should try having you be rougher with me. Then they’ll pity me and treat me better.” Luca just huffed and focused on the task at hand.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’d never. This the least I can do since you’re doing me such a big favor.”

“Favor?”

“Two, actually. Braving the Changrettas, and agreeing to marry me.”

Blossom sat her glass aside just as the radio announcer began reading the headlines. She moved her legs from Luca’s lap, but shifted her dress so she could straddle him before he could protest.

“I’m going to get you into a lot of trouble,” she told him. Luca nodded in excitement, earning yet another accusation that he wasn’t in his right mind. And yet, Blossom’s Bordeaux was left forgotten on the table as the latest films were announced, and Luca had a new lipstick stain to remove from his collar by the time they reached horse races.

.:.

Blossom’s short temper was the roughest part about her, Luca thought. But the rest of her was soft. If she knew they were sick, she’d make her fellow nurses soup whether she liked them or not. If Lonnie wasn’t wearing stockings in autumn, the teen would get scolded on her way to the shops so Blossom could buy her a new pair.

It was how she could be hot headed and sometimes careless with her words, but always deeply kind that made him love her. And it was what made him certain that her holding back with his family was probably doing more harm than good. The Changrettas knew tough love, and they were just as scared of her as she was of them.

It took two weeks for his mother to pull him aside and start talking about the things his Blossom would say and do at the family gatherings nowadays. How his mother was sure she’d lost her mind.

“Luca, Luca, Luca. Even Nonna can see that she is arrogant and crass,” his Ma told him. He slid a toothpick in his mouth and waited for his favorite phrase.

“She doesn’t know her place.”

He had a few Uncles and cousins talk to him over business lunches about how Blossom had ruffled their wives and mistresses by being blunt. A beating around the bush kind of way to say she was making trouble. But Luca just tucked the tie Blossom had made him into his suit before leaning over his steak.

“Why can’t she say it? It’s true.”

Meanwhile, he’d never been so close to his Uncle Eddie who was having a ball. Apparently his Aunt Vera had never felt more courageous around the Changrettas with Blossom around, and had actually started going to more of the gatherings. By the turn of seasons, his Blossom had her fire back, and a few of his nephews asked where he’d found a woman like her.

But even Luca knew that this wouldn’t be solved until one pivotal moment. And that moment would involve the two people who he hadn’t seen in weeks and was even sure they were avoiding him. His pseudo-cousins were likely stewing in this change of behavior, getting frustrated that Blossom wasn’t getting ostracized, but instead gained a few friends within the family. And knowing them, they would eventually cause a scene to turn the tides again. When that moment would come, he’d be ready.

The tension at the Changretta gatherings weren’t gone, just different. Blossom set the tables in the church hall where Nonna’s birthday lunch was going to take place as soon as the food was ready and everyone was sitting. Nonna told her weeks before that all she really wanted at her age was to see everyone, young and old, in one place.

“I see you’re keeping busy.”

Forks were being pulled from Blossom’s hands before she could look up at Aunt Vera’s usual radiant smile.

“If I sit still, I’m afraid I’ll be asked to scale a fish all of a sudden.”

“You tried to hard to please at the beginning. Now they know you’re good at things like that.”

They chatted as the room filled slowly. It was reaching noon and Blossom had yet to see Luca, Angel, or any of the men who ran the business. Vera looked around for Eddie as well, but turned to Blossom with a small scowl before she found him.

“Marcia just got here with her followers.”

“Pay them no mind. Nonna’s birthday matters more than anything. I want to live until 93 too, so it’s good karma,” Blossom teased. Still, she glanced over Aunt Vera’s shoulder to see Marcia all dolled up with Luca’s nieces by her side once again. She also found a teen with a bow in her hair hurrying past the crowd toward them

“Auntie V, Sister,” Lonnie huffed. She was out of breath but had a big grin on her face. Aunt Vera quickly got her some water as she caught her breath. “I have an urgent message for you,” she continued.

“For me?” Blossom looked to Aunt Vera with a raised eyebrow, then back to where Lonnie was gulping water.

“My brother says no matter what happens today, to not get flustered and to not be scared. You can fight and scold all you want, he’ll be here soon.” Lonnie was giddy to be the one to let Blossom off the reigns. Aunt Vera couldn’t hold in her laugh.

“Luca reminds me so much of Eddie. If I had more of a fighting spirit, he’d let me go crazy,” she reminisced.

“The last thing we need is two troublemaking gold diggers, though. Isn’t that right?”

Marcia walked strutted over, haughty as ever. She looked Aunt Vera up and down, then Blossom.

“Don’t you know how to bite your tongue for the greater good?” Blossom asked her. “Be hateful all you like, but it’s your grandmother’s birthday.” Marcia scoffed and looked to the nieces who were just as ruffled.

“Hateful? You been reading a dictionary or something? And I know what day it is. You are the guest here,” Marcia reminded her. A few of the gathering Changrettas were tuning into their conversation as Marcia got louder. “Don’t be so uppity.”

“Is this how you treat guests then? Not to mention that we’ve been here all morning helping Nonna set up. You’ve been nowhere to be found.” Blossom pointed out, and went on to ask the nieces if their mothers knew where they had been either.

“Why do we have to tell you anything about where we’ve been? You’re not my mother, you’re just some hussy who crawled into Luca’s bed.”

“How dare you?” Aunt Vera gasped as she stepped forward. Turning to her, Marcia smirked.

“Do you finally have something to say? They’ve called you all sorts of things since I’ve been around, and this is the first time I’ve heard your voice. Feeling brave?”

“Don’t you have something better to do?” Blossom hissed. She glanced around the crowd that was fully watching them now and stepped in front of Aunt Vera. She may have had thick skin, but Aunt Vera wasn’t like her. “Stop it.”

“Let’s go all the way, actually. Aunt Vera, you’re forgetting about family aren’t you? This woman has insulted us so much already. When will you choose your actual family first. Oh wait. You don’t even have a child to attach you to the Changrettas. I guess you’re not actually-”

Blossom heard the slap ring through the hall before she felt the stinging in her right hand, or realized she’d reached up and hit the woman. The shock of the audience left the room quiet as Marcia slowly turned back to her, a hand reaching up to her cheek.

“Marcia Gallo, we have the same amount of Changretta blood as you. None. You have been a brat this whole time because you married Nonna’s goddaughter’s son. That I can endure and bite my tongue about. You’re spoiled rotten and use the Changretta name to run up tabs and do illegal gambling. God knows what else.”

“How did you,” Marcia started pathetically, but Blossom kept on.

“But this? It’s come to this? You feel brazen enough to call out such a thing here? Are you in your right mind?” Blossom asked loudly.

I hand on her waist made her jolt and rip her heated gaze away from Marcia and turn to see the comforting face of Luca Changretta.

“What,” she stammered as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “When did you get here?”

She looked around him to see the missing Changretta men in toe, including Frank who was sulking as he walked through the crowd.

“I’ve got good timing, huh?” He praised himself and sent her a wink. But all amusement dropped when he turned to Marcia. Even in his linen suit, a casual look for the occasion, he was still menacing in his own right. “What’s this about?”

Marcia let out a laugh in disbelief, eyes watering from the pain and her own frustration. “Your girl just hit me, Luca. Can you believe it?”

Luca perked up in surprise and whipped his head down to his Blossom. Their eyes only met briefly, but it was enough to let Blossom know her partner was about to put on a show. She let her eyes fall to her hands as she nodded.

“Well, no. I can’t believe it,” Luca said. He took a breath as he looked around and said loudly, “You see, my Blossom is the gentlest, most caring woman I know.” A Changretta acquaintance questioned him from the crowd of bystanders, but Luca glowered at the man, which was enough to shut him up for the rest of the day. “Virtuous even, like a little lamb.”

“A gentle woman with a strong right hook. There’s a first time for everything,” Marcia spat. Her own eyes held contempt but had met her match in the Changretta’s youngest son.

“For her to be forced to do something like that. I can’t imagine what you’ve put her through,” Luca said. He tsked her and squeezed Blossom’s shoulder. Luca looked down to see Blossom surpressing a smile, and that was enough for him. “But I did happen to hear something on my way in. You called me wife a name. I dare you to repeat it.”

“I didn’t,”

“Hussy,” Lonnie said, popping up from behind her aunt. “You did call her a hussy.”

“Hussy,” Luca said the word slowly. “You must not value your wellbeing.” Marcia’s eyes quickly scanned the room for her husband just as Frank was pushed through the crowd.

“Don’t try to come in here and scare me, Luca. This girl here is nothing but trouble. I won’t go easy on her just because you’re here. I’m thinking about the Changrettas,” Marcia said. She used her lifeline then looked at Frank. He couldn’t meet her eyes, but grabbed her arm.

“Shut up, woman,” he told her under his breath. Marcia gasped. Blossom would bet that he’d never said a word against her before. There was shuffling behind them, and Blossom looked to see the crowd parting for Nonna.

“Have you all had enough fun making a mess of this sacred hall? On my birthday of all days?” The old woman asked as she came to stand in the center of it all. Blossom quickly moved to get her a chair and helped her sit. Nonna patted her hand and gave a gentle smile. “Good girl.”

“I’m sorry we’re making a ruckus on your birthday,” Blossom apologized.

“Don’t apologize now. Isn’t it always like this when you’re around?” Marcia scoffed, then looked at Nonna. The tears gathered in her eyes as if a director somewhere just said ‘action!’. “Nonna, I was just telling her about family. Your family is a precious thing. Mother’s family,”

“And who is your mother’s family?” Nonna asked.

Everyone turned to Nonna in surprise. She’d never asked such a question before. It separated the beloved goddaughter’s family from the Changrettas themselves. Frank looked up at her, eyes wide and hands ready to tremble.

“Frank,” Nonna began, “I’ve disappointed your mother and further disappointed you.”

“No, never,” Frank pleaded. He kneeled by her chair and grasped her hands.

“I’ve spoiled you, and made you stupid. I’ve let you bring this woman in our house. I’ve let her be unkind. I’ve let you both drag the Changretta name through the mud for your pleasure,” Nonna listed until her voice wavered. Her children and grandchildren all took a step forward to comfort her but she raised a withered hand to stop them. “Angel and Luca have already shown me what you’ve done. The debts that you owe, all attributed to our name.”

Luca pulled out a thick stack of folded papers from his pocket. and tossed them on the ground next to Frank. The man didn’t have to look, and Blossom gathered it was because he’d already been confronted before he arrived. Now Marcia was flipping through papers helplessly while Frank pleaded with the woman he saw as a grandmother.

If Blossom didn’t already know what they were, the look on Marcia’s face was enough. Pages of IOUs, loans, property purchases, and the like.

“You’ve been following us since the beginning?” Marcia asked quietly. But she didn’t need the answer.

“Nonna. I just wanted to make my wife happy. I wanted to live in pride like the Changrettas, but nothing ever made me feel like one,” Frank muttered. His head dropped.

“You eat at our tables, you drink our wine. You run for the business, and you get all the opportunities we do,” Luca said. He wouldn’t let the man gain an ounce of pity. “And now, you let your wife bully my sweet Blossom like this for months? When will it end?” Luca asked as he pulled Blossom into his side. She didn’t dare look at her fiancé. She would laugh at his dramatics if she did. Nonna stopped Luca from going forward.

“Frankie,” Nonna called, making him raise his head. “It’s time for you to leave the nest. Go to Chicago. Never use the Changretta name. And don’t come to our city again.”

Blossom watched the most gentle version of a family exile that she could ever imagine. The Changrettas’ gang led Marcia and Frank out of the hall. The room was abuzz and if there was anyone left to spread gossip to, Blossom was sure the grapevine was moving as fast as ever. The nieces who followed Marcia were pulled aside by their mothers and Blossom could only imagine the tongue-lashings.

“My dear,” Nonna called to Blossom who was by her side in a moment. “I heard every word Marcia said to you. You’ve endured it all this time for Luca haven’t you?”

“For that crazy man? Never,” Blossom teased. “I never thought the Changrettas were a soft family. So I expected a few trials. But Marcia made me protective over you all. Forget about me. I didn’t like how she treated you all. She was always rude or lying.”

Nonna patted her hand then looked for her grandson. Blossom pulled Luca down to kneel so he didn’t tower over them.

“You’ve found a wife we can all be proud of, Luca,” Nonna said. “Audrey will always be your mother and she’ll never think anyone is good enough. But I’ll talk to her. I see how much you love one another.”

“That means so much to me,” Blossom said with a squeeze of her hands.

Blossom watched as Luca placed a toothpick in his mouth and leaned against the the wall of the alley outside of his cousin’s wives’ home in Brooklyn, then turned her eyes to the clothing lines.

The baby shower inside was winding down, and Luca had pulled her out to escape any questions about their own children. Now that Marcia and Frank had been gone for a few weeks, the gossip about her had come to a close. She would take the baby talk over getting her character questioned any day. Still, she stood beside him and looked up at the clothes on the line in thought.

For so long, her mother begged the saints to give her a husband who could tame her. Her mother never went to church, which she thought actually helped show that she really meant it. They’d never agreed on much. Every day was a competition to see which would win out, her mother’s pride or her own stubbornness. So while her mother prayed for that, Blossom prayed that she would find someone who could understand her. She never would have thought the saints were actually on her side the whole time.

She no longer desired being something light and airy, blowing in the wind. Her eyes fell to Luca again. He was lost in his own world as well. Next to her was a partner who would tell her that her only jobs were to never doubt herself, to not be afraid, and to let him love her well.

Luca turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

“Admiring my profile?”

“Oh yes. You’re very handsome,” she said quickly. He grinned at her and crossed his arms.

“What are you thinking about that’s put you in a good mood?”

She raised up on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his, to which he wasted no time letting his hands find her waist.

“I was just thinking that you’re doing me a big favor.”

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