#matteo peaky blinders
Text
Rewatching s4e5 for very sane and normal reasons (daily dose of toxic mob yaoi)
#Luca and Matteo are either incredibly married or incredibly divorced you choose#bringing light to these two#such an underrated duo#anyways me and who#i love Matteo so much y'all have no idea#two of the snarkiest. gayest. most bickering losers ever#I wish italians were real#Luca Changretta#peaky blinders#Matteo peaky blinders
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hear me out.
Men like short women, at least shorter than them. They also like a slim figure. They like smaller women in general.
I’ve heard looking up at a man to meet his eyes is a way of seduction, why? Because it makes you seem little, young, basically a child talking to an adult.
It’s twisted, and perverse and it feeds that concept of ‘Men have to take care of Women’ and ‘Women need Men’.
I’m a feminist, but when I write I shut my brain and become a whore, so this dynamic gets me hot.
All this words just to say I’m gonna make good use of this in my works.
#daddy!kink#little!kink#olderguy#size difference#size!kink#daddy!lucachangretta#bbc peaky blinders#tv series#fanfic#imagines#fanfiction#luca changretta#peaky blinders#smut#matteo peaky blinders#italian mafia#frederico changretta#federico peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut
108 notes
·
View notes
Text
You know what gif i want?
The one where luca stuffs a scone down Matteo's mouth after he complained about english food
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
"et tu, Brute?"
82 notes
·
View notes
Text
Late Night Walk | Matteo
Matteo x Changretta!reader
Prompt: # Late Night Walk
Requested by: @iam-strangep
Warnings: none I suppose.
Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.
I enjoyed writing this way too much! I will continue writing for Matteo for sure, and I hope I get more requests for him.
I hope you enjoy reading as well!!
Do not repost please!
Feedback is appreciated!
"Can I come in?" You popped your head through the door of your brother's study. He nodded and you entered, sitting in one of the chairs opposite him.
"I see you called it a night already." he noted, motioning with his pen at your nightie and silk robe.
"It was a long day at the university. I'm exhausted." You explained. "But I think I'll need a drink to help me relax. And I thought why don't I drink with my brother."
Luca studied you carefully, and you feared he was able to read your thoughts about tonight's plan.
"Sure, why not." he finally said, passing you his empty whiskey glass. You smiled, feeling relieved, before taking his glass.
"Are you staying in as well, tonight?" you asked as casually as you could. As you poured the liquor into two glasses, while making sure that he was focused on his work, you added several drops of valerian in his drink.
You felt extremely guilty for this, but you knew it was the only way to get out of the house without him knowing. Both you and Matteo were looking forward to this.
Luckily for you, Luca emptied his glass quite quicker than you had anticipated, and that only meant he'll fall asleep faster, whilst giving you more time to prepare in order to look your finest.
You were in front of the mirror of your private bathroom, adding the finishing touches to your make up, when the familiar tapping on your bedroom window was heard, notifying you of Matteo's arrival.
"You look beautiful, amore mio. Mozzafiato!" he complimented you, when you opened the window.
"You look alright, yourself."
"Andiamo! I'll help you climb down."
You spend the next couple of hours drinking and dancing at your favourite jazz club. It was near the outskirts of New York, and not very fancy like the one's downtown, but neither of you wanted to risk being spotted.
On the ride back home, despite your feet hurting slightly, you felt energetic still.
"Cuore mio, I'm in a mood for a stroll." You announced eagerly. "Will you park the car and walk me home instead, please?"
"Ogni tuo desiderio è un ordine!" Matteo agreed, taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. The car was pulled over, before the sentence was finished. (Your wish is my command.)
"It's a beautiful night." you grinned, as the fresh air hit your face.
"Nothing is more beautiful than you, Y/N." Matteo stated, after helping you out of the vehicle.
You giggled at his statement. You began walking side by side with Matteo's hand wrapped over your waist.
"I don't want this walk to end." you sighed, as you neared your block.
"Me neither, amore mio." he agreed, kissing the top of your head. "But we have to be cautious, until..." he trialed off, stuttering when he realized what he was about to say.
"Until what?" you asked confused, halting your step.
Matteo cursed mentally, looking down on his feet. It meant to be a surprise, but he didn't have the heart to lie to you.
"Until I make enough money to buy the perfect ring to decorate this delicate finger of yours." Matteo uttered softly, kissing yet again the back of your hand lovingly.
"Wh-what?" you stuttered breathlessly.
"You think I sneak behind my best friend's back for fun, tesoro?" he smiled sweetly at your reaction. "I'm serious about us. Ti amo tanto."
"Anch'io ti amo." you sobbed, smiling, overwhelmed by your partners confession.
#chrissyscelebrationblurb#christinasyellowflowerswork#peaky blinders#matteo x reader#peaky blinders fanfiction#peaky blinders fic#luca matteo zizzari
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
"once, house baelish had no lands, no name and no gold. now, we have quite a lot of each. what new rung will the next generation climb? let us not be hasty. i am not finished yet."
a study | pinterest
BASICS
full name: theomar "theo" baelish
age: seven and thirty years (37)
date of birth: the 21st day of the 1st moon, 813 ac (01/21)
birthplace: the fingers, vale of arryn, westeros
gender & pronouns: cis male + he/him
orientation: heterosexual + heteroromantic
religion: the faith of the seven
titles & occupation: lord of drearfort + master of whisperers
PHYSICAL TRAITS
hair color: brown
eye color: brown
height: 6'1
face claim: matteo martari
PERSONALITY TRAITS
moral alignment: chaotic evil
positive traits: ambitious, intelligent, charming
negative traits: manipulative, sarcastic, selfish
hobbies: falconry, gambling, hunting
character inspo: fabian marshal (versailles), thomas shelby (peaky blinders), loki (marvel universe), mr. gold (once upon a time), a little bit of petyr baelish and tywin lannister
aesthetics: the sound of footsteps in an empty corridor; a knowing glance across a crowded room, whispers covered by the buzz of useless prattle; gritted teeth and abrasive hands, raw and bleeding from the constant abuse of clawing ones way to the top
FAMILY
parents: thoren baelish (deceased) + lysa baelish nee tbd (deceased)
siblings: lord/lady/liege utp (20+)
spouse: lady utp baelish nee utp (30+) *currently pregnant
children: elys baelish (8), lysa baelish (5), olyver baelish (1), an unborn child
BIOGRAPHY
for generations house baelish has been inching its way upwards, clawing with spiteful determination and bared teeth. theo's great-grandfather worked loyally as a knight under house arryn, earning himself a minor lordship; along with a nameless keep on the smallest of the five fingers.
his grandfather's ambitions were planted outside of the vale; a more intelectually inclined man than his father, he proved his worth by making allies and investments all across westros.
thoren was where things started to get muddled. he didn't have the patience of his father, the climb took too long. while betraying allies that his father and grandfather had made years ago, he befriended others that would help his house move up more quickly. most notably: the targaryens, and especially the targaryens of castamere. he sent theo to the westerlands to be fostered by the targaryens of castamere in hopes of making connections for an advantageous marriage.
despite agreeing to this fostering; money was not enough to blind lucerys targaryen to the station of theo and house baelish. this was proven when theo was sent away upon the discovery of his affair with vaella.
theo has started out a lot softer; the product of a doting mother who insisted on only seeing the good in others. much too soft if you asked his father.. but you did not have to ask him, for he made it known how he felt about his eldest son and heir. by the time theo was of age and a part of the "marriage market" he had become a more callous version of himself, known for his somewhat caustic nature.
despite the ridicule and disagreements he had with his father, theo still had the baelish family traits of ambition and wanted to increase his station and make his father proud; so he was happy to go to castamere and make the right connections. (it must have been that lingering spark of optimism within him that his mother had left behind)
it was when he was only able to see his child once that the little bit of his mother he had left within him finally broke, his fathers voice overpowering it. there were no friendships, there were deals. and when a deal was no longer profitable, it was no longer a deal. this apathetic nature made his appointment to master of whisperers an easy choice - and an easy adjustment. he was made for this.. though a little less innocuous as spymasters of the past. he does not rely simply on shadowy corners and information from his network of spies, but has been known to get his hands dirty in the name of getting information from someone.
theo made baelish a known name with his willingness to lend to just about anyone who would seek him out; capitalizing on the fact that he was willing to do whatever it took to get return on his investment.
by the time he was married, house baelish was among the wealthiest in the vale.. which helped in securing a profitable union. by the time his first legitimate child was born, they were among the wealthiest in westeros.. as wealthy as a minor lord could be as far as theo was concerned, so his mission became moving up in station; and when house tully called, he saw an opportunity. he allowed them to dig themselves deeper and deeper in debt to him and his house, waiting for the perfect moment to call upon them for repayment.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
his wife!!!!!!!!!!!!! they didn't marry for love, duh. but they have grown to love each other the best they can. even if they aren't IN LOVE they are fiercely loyal to each other, theo would literally kill for her. definitely a power couple, actually a healthy relationship despite everything. heres a pinterest board for a lil inspo
his sibling! maybe a little softer than theo? ambitious and wants to move up, but not at the expense of others.
houses that he's connected with in one way or another. namely: his mothers house, could be anyone from anywhere! houses that he's allied with currently, or has been allied with in the past - could have been betrayed by his father, or theo himself.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Death Eaters
Death Eaters
https://ift.tt/UEw8e5h
by LuisaEnvyPub
Draco Malfoy is Tom Riddle’s adopted son and heir to the Death Eater gang in England. Draco must learn to navigate the world of power, lust, loyalty… and the complex situation of falling in love with a muggle.
Words: 1278, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott
Additional Tags: dramione - Freeform, Gangs, HEA, Violence, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eaters, Angst, Inspired By Peaky Blinders, Rape, Drugs, Manipulative Tom Riddle, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Alternating, Love, Theo is a Little Shit, Matteo Riddle, Slytherins Being Slytherins
via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zWJ2NPk
November 05, 2023 at 06:51PM
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
whispers can i please have some fc help? No ethnicity or gender decided yet, but should have a badass/royal/hunter feel to them. Between ages 25-45. And I would also like some body diverse suggestions too, if you have any. Thank you.
Ooh for my FC ask, bonus points of the FC has been in some kind of period drama or some kind of fantasy show/movie
Will Yun Lee (1971) Korean - Altered Carbon.
Daniel Wu (1974) Hongkonger - Into the Badlands.
Lauren Ridloff (1978) African-American / Mexican - is deaf - The Walking Dead, Eternals.
Nonso Anozie (1978) Igbo Nigerian - Cinderella, Sweet Tooth.
Daniel Henney (1979) Korean / German, Irish, English, Scottish - The Wheel of Time.
Brian Tyree Henry (1982) African-American - Eternals.
Priyanka Bose (1982) Indian - The Wheel of Time.
Dichen Lachman (1982) Nepalese Tibetan / German, English, some Scottish - Altered Carbon, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Mahesh Jadu (1982) Indo Mauritian - The Witcher, Marco Polo.
Joo Ji Hoon (1982) Korean - Kingdom.
Matteo Martari (1983) - Medici.
Li Jun Li (1983) Chinese - Wu Assassins.
Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Luo Kenyan - Black Panther.
Eleanor Matsuura (1983) Japanese / English - Into the Badlands.
Jessica Parker Kennedy (1984) Black Canadian, Italian, Russian - Black Sails.
Annabelle Wallis (1984) - Peaky Blinders.
Lu Zi Zhen (1985) Chinese - Ice Fantasy.
Okamoto Tao (1985) Korean - Westworld.
Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - is queer - The Magicians.
Natasha O'Keeffe (1986) - Peaky Blinders.
Wunmi Mosaku (1986) Nigerian - Loki, Lovecract Country.
Meng'er Zhang (1987) Chinese - Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings.
Ismael Cruz Córdova (1987) Afro Puerto Rican - Rings of Power.
Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / British - Into the Badlands, Wu Assassins.
Regé-Jean Page (1988) Zimbabwean / English - Bridgerton, Mortal Engines.
Aaron Fontaine (1988) Black British - The Outpost.
Ok Taec Yeon (1988) Japanese - Vincenzo, Hansan: Rising Dragon.
Vanessa Kirby (1988) - Mission: Impossible.
Sophie Rundle (1988) - Peaky Blinders.
Danielle Brooks (1989) African-American - Peacemaker.
Damaris Lewis (1990) Afro Kittitian - Titans.
Aiysha Hart (1990) Saudi Arabian / British - A Discovery of Witches.
Woo Do Hwan (1992) Korean - My Country: The New Age.
Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Mizrahi Jewish - uses she/they - Still Star-Crossed.
Moses Ingram (1994) African-American - Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Finn Cole (1995) - Peaky Blinders.
Here you go!!!!
7 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Parallels ⮕ The Sopranos & Peaky Blinders
#peaky blinders#the sopranos#drea de matteo#michael imperioli#aimee-ffion edwards#joe cole#tvgifs#parallels#christopher moltisanti#adrianna la cerva#esme shelby#john shelby#gifs: mine
503 notes
·
View notes
Photo
THE COMPANY II S4.06 - PEAKY BLINDERS
#peaky blinders#peakyblindersedit#luca changretta#S4.06#merelsgifs#peakyblindersgifs#perioddramaedit#usershelby#periodedits#onlyperioddramas#cinemapix#dailyflicks#filmtvcentral#tvgifs#adrien brody#luca matteo zizzari
107 notes
·
View notes
Note
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."
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders fanfic#luca changretta fanfic#luca changretta x reader#luca changretta x y/n#adventures of yinnin#luca changretta#matteo being the bro we need but dont deserve#shameless Ulysses plug#what a great book
288 notes
·
View notes
Text
Family Business
He holds her up against the cold bathroom wall, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.
They’re pressed tight, she can feel the piece of iron hidden under his jacket. He hasn’t taken it off, to make things as quick as he can, only caring to lower his pants down enough to free his erection.
His firm body keeps her pinned to the hard surface, making it impossible for her to move her hips. Not that she would complain, she loves sitting back and enjoying it as he pounds into her in a punishing pace, moaning and gasping at every sharp thrust.
“Shut-fuck..shut up!” He snarls through his teeth as his hand comes to her face to cover her mouth. He too, is trying his hardest to hold back.
She knows how much Matteo loves to be vocal; she’s had the pleasure of seeing him with no self restraints the only two times they have been able to be like this alone, and not in a house full of soldiers and relatives. He was so passionate, giving her way more than the low groans he’s allowing now.
He keeps his lips attached to her neck, fighting the urge to suck and bite not to leave any marks, only grunting as he quickens his pace.
His public bone beats repeatedly on her clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves until the wave expands throughout her whole body, making her shut he eyes curl her toes.
“Teo! Oh-Please you..come inside.” She manages to utter through her constant moaning.
His hand tightens over her mouth to the point it almost hurts, but he’s heard her already. The words give him the final push that makes him see white, but he doesn’t comply to her request, pulling out at last instead, and spraying his hot seed all over her sex.
“Stop fucking saying that.” He scolds her after he’s regained his breath, as he removes the hand from her mouth and helps her unlock her legs from his body.
“Why?” She asks innocently, earning a stern look from him.
“You know why.” He replies, ripping a peace of toilet paper and moving a foot between hers to spread her legs.
“You love it.”
He stays silent, and she knows she’s right. Who wouldn’t? But they can’t take any risks.
She lets out a chocked gasp as Matteo’s hand gently swipes on her sex to clean the mess of fluids there, moving to her thighs way too soon.
He won’t admit it, but he’d love nothing more than to have her spend the rest of the night with his come sticking to her skin, hidden under a fancy dress and a pretty facade.
But no, they have to be careful. One wrong step, and it would be over. Screwing one of their women in the boss’ house? They would have his head.
He is supposed to be a man of honor, and not giving in to the lust when it comes to a woman in any way related to another man of honor, is a commandment. He shouldn’t even look at her, but she makes it so damn difficult.
He fixes her underwear and her dress, before throwing the damp paper in the toilet and taking another piece to clean himself as well.
“I can help you.” She moves closer to him with a sultry smile on her lips. He won’t fall for it.
“Stop it.”
She ignores him and reaches for his crotch as he throws this paper in the toilet as well, but he is fast to grab both of her wrists in a tight grip.
“Enough!” He snaps, as he pushes her back against the wall. His jaw clenches and the vain on his forehead starts to pulse.
She ignores the pain in her back, her attention is fixated on his eyes. They have a glint in them, a spark she knows comes out when he’s working. Working. She knows he’s a violent man, they all are, and a distant part of her brain warns her not to push too hard on his buttons.
But she loves to tease him, and after all, she hasn’t got much to loose. If she really looks at the bigger picture, what would happen to her? She’s invisible in her family, only invited to the event for pure formality. At least let her have some fun, let her give them something real to despise her for.
But another part of her lets emotion take over; she doesn’t love Matteo, it’s not what brings them together. She knows she uses him just to spite the family, as well as she knows he uses her for his own selfish reasons, whatever they might be. Still, a pang of guilt and maybe a pinch of sadness envelopes her at the thought of something bad happening to him. So she decides to step back for tonight.
“I’m sorry.” She masters her most innocent looking face she knows he loves so much.
He seems to calm down easily, sighing as he releases her wrists.
“Tu mi fai uscire pazzo, mi fai, eh picciotta?” (You drive me crazy, little girl) He positions himself in front of her, hands on his hips and head shaking slowly. It almost looks like an angry parent lecturing their rebellious kid.
“I’m sorry.”
“Se, se..” (Yeah, yeah..) He brushes her off, turning to face the sink and look at his reflection in the mirror that hangs over it. He checks his hair, his tie, the collar of his shirt. Everything needs to be smooth.
She looks at him through the glass and suppresses a smirk at the annoyance he gives away when he notices the trace of red lipstick on his left palm.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Now, that was an unspoken rule.
It mostly concerned the matter of the lipstick. He spent at least ten minutes to wash it away from his own lips the first time they hooked up, and he ended up being late for an important reunion.
“I gave you enough, don’t you think?” He dries his hands and turns back to her.
“Yeah. But I always need you.”
Little minx. That, right there, is where his condemnation lays. She knows exactly how to arouse him. She’s studied him, analyzed his character, and discovered the man has a thing for feeling powerful. The thought of her needing him is enough to have him stick around.
He takes a few steps and he’s an inch from her again. They never brake eye contact as his hand meets her neck first, sliding under her chin to tilt her head slightly up with his thumb, and finally cupping her cheek, all while scrutinizing her face as if looking for something there.
He leans down, and presses his lips gently on the opposite cheek. Not what she meant, but she smiles at him anyway.
“Now go.” He instructs, nodding his head once towards the door.
She pushes herself off the wall, smoothing her dress at the same time, before she raises on the tip of her toes, grabs his face hard with both hands and quickly presses a kiss on his lips.
He hasn’t fully realized what happened until he hears her giggling as she sprints out the door, but his hand goes instinctively to his lips and comes back red. Again.
“Cazzo!” (Fuck!)
**********
A./N. I really should be studying, but what are you gonna do when you have this much inspiration? Not waste it, that’s for sure.
A quick explanation: this is an OC I mentioned a while ago in this post. I’m gonna write short pieces such as this one. (I don’t know if they can classify as Drabbles or something else.) There’s no start to this story, nor there’s an end, it’s just a collection of moments this person lives. And random ones as well, some could be smut, some fluff, some angst and all that!
Suggestions for the OC’s name? It can be both Italian or English, just keep in mind it’s a girl.
xoxo L
#peaky blinders#peaky blindrs season 4#luca changretta#matteo changretta#matteo peaky blinders#frederico peaky blinders#frederico changretta#changretta family#italian men#italian mafia#sicilian mafia#fanfic#tv series#imagines#fanfiction#smut#bbc peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
Luca: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Matteo: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Luca: Absolutely not.
#this feels right#the man can’t look after himself#he runs on spite and copious amount of caffeine and alcohol#sleep? Luca doesn’t know her#peaky blinders#(in)correct peaky blinders quotes#luca changretta#matteo zizzari
53 notes
·
View notes
Note
Would you be up for drawing peaky blinders style davenzi?
Ooh this was fun to draw, thank u anon!
#druck#i had to google it bc i never really watched it but wow this aesthetic is on point#and cillian murphy looks really nice#anyway. anyone want to write this au?#fanart#my art#david schreibner#matteo florenzi#davenzi#peaky blinders au
131 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chrissy's 100 Follower Celebration! 🌼
Welcome to my summer party!!
Below there are two lists. Send me a prompt #number & a character, and I'll be writing a short (or long) blurb for you.
⛔IMPORTANT⛔:
Each prompt will be used once. Now when it comes to characters, I won't have a limitation yet, unless I feel there are too many ( Tommy Shelby I'm looking at you!).
Also I will accept requests from the same person three times maximum!!
One prompt x character per request.
Read my requesting rules before requesting.
Summer Prompt List:
Night swimming with Michael Gray
Sand castle
Homemade lemonade
Sunbathing with Alfie Solomons
Lighthouse with Tommy Shelby
Sunburn with John Shelby
Late night talks with Alfie Solomons
Beach camping
Bike rides
Stargazing with Tommy Shelby
Going to the fair with Bonnie Gold
Build a fort with Alfie Solomons
Hiking
Sunrise with Polly Gray (platonic)
Outdoor concert
Ice cream with Tommy Shelby
Picnic
Roadtrip
Hot air balloon
Water balloon fight with Finn Shelby
Bonfire with Luca Changretta
Cabin
Drive-in movie
Sunset
Skinny dipping
Front/Back porch
Bowling
Surfing
Scavenger hunt with Tommy Shelby
Waterfall
Paint rocks
Ferris wheel
Early morning walks with Alfie Solomons
Late night walks with Matteo
Sleeping outdoors
~
Acceptable Characters List:
Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby
Arthur Shelby
John Shelby
Finn Shelby
Polly Gray
Michael Gray
Bonnie Gold
Isaiah Jesus
Alfie Solomons
Ollie Solomons
Luca Changretta
Matteo (Changretta I presume)
Jack Nelson
BBC Sherlock
Jim Moriarty
Greg Lestrade
John Watson
Sherlock Holmes
Mycroft Holmes
~~
Tagging some lovely friends and mutuals: @kind-wolf @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds @runnning-outof-time @zablife @retromafia @solomons-finest-rum @peakyswritings @cillmequick & @thomasshelbee (I turned you down last time because the blurbs were close, so feel free to request from these if you like!!)
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Luca Changretta be like: “Et tu, Matteo??”
14 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
hapthemessenger
City of Flowers Postal Service
johnpartridgerealtor-blog
Untitled
ghxstlly
Wes, CEO of Feanger
frostcorp-blog1
Untitled