#Aurora Changretta

[zablife]

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 3

Tommy Shelby x OC (Aurora Changretta)

Summary: Aurora awakes to a new reality and Tommy must try to convince her to stay where she will be safe.

Warnings: injury, fainting, mention of blood, use of a slur, discussion of pregnancy, domestic violence, miscarriage, abortion

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Part 2

As Tommy reached the top of the stairs, he met Frances who carried a tray of tea and toast down the corridor. “It’s alright,” he said when he noticed her anxious glances toward Aurora’s door. Although the noises had ceased, neither of them were sure what they would find when they turned the key. Tommy motioned Frances ahead of him, hoping the woman’s kind face and offer of refreshment might placate the fiery Italian.

“Mr. Shelby asked me to bring you some breakfast, ma’am,” Frances politely informed the woman sitting amongst broken shards of what was once a delicate vase.

Aurora’s eyes blinked for a moment in surprise before she narrowed them in a steely gaze. “Tell Mr. Shelby he can go fuck himself,” she said, pushing herself up against the wall to stand in defiance. “If he thinks I’ll be a docile captive, he’s mistaken,” she spat forcefully despite the enormous amount of pain wracking her body. 

Frances stood motionless with the tray still extended in her arms, mouth agape at her words. “I’m not sure you understand…” the older woman began in earnest.

“But I do. I know that he’s a goddamn liar,” Aurora accused, inching toward Frances, one hand steadying herself against the furniture. “And I’m not drinking any fucking sedatives,” she annunciated before pushing her weight forward to knock the tray to the ground. Unbalanced by the sudden shove, Frances was knocked to the ground, china shattering in thousands of tiny pieces.

Tommy rushed in to see Frances dusting herself off with as much dignity as she could muster, attempting to place the broken pieces back on the tray. “Leave it, Frances,” he instructed with a wave of his hand and she scurried out, glancing backward to see Aurora heaving for breath on the floor.

“You fucking bastard, you kidnapped me!” Aurora screamed at him.

“I didn’t. You came willingly,” Tommy assured in a calm voice, offering her his hand. 

“Then why am I locked in this room?” she said, a tiny sob escaping her throat despite her attempt to contain it. Her chest and shoulder throbbed painfully beneath the bloodied bandages, a feeling of nausea clawing at her suddenly with the energy she’d exerted.

Tommy sighed, “I had to leave and me brother didn’t trust you. I’m sorry,” he explained casting his eyes downward in genuine apology. “It won’t happen again. You’re my guest and you’ll have whatever you need to be made comfortable,” the rough quality of his voice dissipated with every word in an attempt to soothe her. 

However, Aurora knew all these tricks and she wasn’t falling for them. “Of course,” she scoffed. “I’m a bargaining chip. You’ll only keep me alive as long as Luca is. Then you’ll kill me,” she noted bitterly, refusing his help to stand.

Tommy shook his head as he watched her stumble backward onto the bed, unstable and sweating from what was surely a descending fever. “Then what can I do?” he asked.

“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth, a shiver running through her body.

“And let Luca finish the job?” Tommy said with an exasperated huff, patience wearing thin with his own lack of rest.

Aurora stared at the floor for a moment, clutching the duvet to stop another wave of nausea. She pitched forward, head in her hands to stop the spinning.

“You have a chance to live if you stay. This is the last place your husband would look for you,” Tommy reasoned. “The only thing I ask in return is your cooperation. You agreed to help me once. Will you do it again?” Tommy asked.

Eyes still screwed shut, Aurora sat motionless with indecision. She was thinking of Arthur and the look in his eye when he’d slammed the door in her face. He held such hatred for her and she didn’t blame him. She had received word about the successful assassination of his younger brother John as she arrived in London. She couldn’t expect forgiveness from any of them, much less protection. However, she didn’t seem to have much of a choice. Her head throbbed painfully as any illusion of her independence slipped away into the mental fog clouding her overtired brain.

Seeing her weaken with each passing breath, Tommy attempted one last promise to set her mind at ease. “I swear, no harm will come to you from me or my family.” He wanted her to know that he saw her as a powerful ally and he would not take that for granted. 

Tommy glanced at Aurora hopefully and she finally nodded in agreement. “Yes,” she whispered before her head dipped and she lost consciousness. She nearly fell from the bed before Tommy caught her in his arms, placing her back onto the mattress as he yelled to Frances. “Call a doctor!” 

Placing a hand to Aurora’s clammy forehead, he felt the heat radiating through his palm in scorching waves. “Tell him to hurry,” he added, swallowing harshly at the sight of her pale complexion. He’d seen men suffer far less severe injuries and slip away like this. He prayed this wouldn’t be Aurora’s fate.

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Luca paced the hotel suite with growing impatience. When Aurora’s body hadn’t turned up in the morgue, his mind began racing with possibilities. He wasn’t sure where his wife could be, but he knew a traitor in his ranks who might and he was determined to extract as much information as possible.

“Where is she?” Luca asked with a growl. His lanky form towered over the crouched figure of a man he had once trusted.

“I already told you, I don’t know anything,” Enzo replied, head feeling fuzzy and ears ringing from the last punch. After an hour of interrogation he still hadn’t given up any information about Aurora’s whereabouts, mostly because she had protected him from knowing her plans.

“Stand him up,” Luca said, cracking his knuckles. Matteo and Giovanni grabbed Enzo at the elbows, hoisting him to his feet as he emitted a low groan.

“You know, Enzo, this really is my fault,” Luca said, holding a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. “I put my faith in you to look after the love of my life, but you didn’t have what it took,” he tsked as he took in the sight of Aurora’s bodyguard, head hanging limply to his shoulder. Jerking the man’s bloodied face to meet his he proclaimed, “You couldn’t keep her here for one day…and look what happened.”

Enzo met his gaze briefly, attempting to focus his good eye with the other rapidly swelling shut.  He attempted a deep breath, wheezing as he replied slowly, “she should have left you a long time ago…”

“Pezzo di merda,” Luca said, tossing his chin away in disgust. “I give you a chance to repent and this is the respect you show me?” He nodded to Matteo and Giovanni to tighten their hold and reared back, fist coiled tightly in anticipation. Luca’s punch landed swiftly against Enzo’s side with a sickening crunch, his rings meeting bone and cracking a rib in the process. Enzo’s knees gave out and the men at his side relinquished their hold, allowing him to drop to the floor in anguish as the trill of the phone rang out into the room covering his moans. 

“Matteo,” Luca said with a jerk of his chin, indicating he should answer. 

As Matteo left the room, Luca wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He viewed Enzo with a sneer, watching the man writhe in pain before him.

Matteo returned with a grim look and nodded toward the office. He swallowed harshly before saying, “It’s Don Sabini…he’s asking about Aurora.”

Luca took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of anything that might silence the rumors of Aurora’s disappearance. Then glancing down at Enzo, an idea came to him and he smirked to himself. 

Crossing into the next room in quick strides, he became eager to placate his father-in-law and get back to the business at hand. “Good morning, what can I do for you?” Luca greeted Antonio, attempting to sound calm and collected.

“Don’t fuck with me, Luca,” Antonio reprimanded the younger man, all patience evaporated as Luca’s smug tone reverberated in his ear. “What the hell is going on over there?”

“With respect, I’m taking care of…” Luca began. 

“You aren’t taking care of anything! I’ve spoken to Darby and I know about the embarrassment with Shelby. You’re putting my daughter’s life in jeopardy every day this continues. You’ve already led half a dozen men to their death. No more!” he thundered with such ferocity, the line crackled with static.

Luca’s hand curled into a tight fist at his side, his whole body tense at the thought of his wife’s betrayal. He held his temper out of necessity, breathing heavily from his nostrils as he cooled his blood before answering. “We had a setback…some bad information,” Luca replied slowly as he licked his lips. “I sent Aurora to a safe house with her bodyguard.” He found himself effortlessly spinning a lie likes threads of silk he hoped to cut in a few days time when he could finish his plans.

“No!” Antonio’s voice boomed suddenly. “You didn’t have my permission for that,” he seethed. “I want Aurora on the next boat with Enzo, do you understand? Tell me this will happen, Luca,” Antonio said with the authority of not only his father-in-law, but his don.

Luca grimaced at the thought, then remembered it wouldn’t matter in the slightest what empty promises he made now. “Yes, sir. It’ll be done,” he agreed.

“Good, then we understand one another,” Antonio said, relaxing his voice only slightly before mounting one last threat. “Finish the job or don’t bother coming home,” he hissed before slamming the phone down. 

Luca sauntered back to the room where Enzo stood swaying slightly, dabbing at his wounds with a handkerchief. Luca circled him in a predatory manner asking, “How do you think the don would feel if he knew you put his daughter in danger, Enzo? You let her go out into the streets alone and unprotected,” he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Enzo shook his head defiantly. “No, the don knows I would never…” he began, but Luca cut him off.

“That’s exactly what you fucking did though!”Luca shouted. “But, don’t worry, I covered for you,” he said, clapping a hand on Enzo’s shoulder a bit too forcefully. “I gave you a second chance today,” he said pulling Enzo up by his collar. “Aren’t you gonna thank me?” he asked with a smug grin. Enzo turned his head and spit blood from his mouth onto Luca’s shoe. Luca shook him forcefully in retaliation, the smile fading from his face as he added,”You’re going to help me find her or it’s your ass he’s coming for, you understand?”

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“Tommy, what were you thinking bringing her here?” Polly asked with a quick sideways glance, extinguishing her cigarette before crossing to his desk. The news of Mrs. Changretta’s arrival took her by surprise as this was not something they had discussed. The repercussions from Luca and his army of men worried her immensely, mixing with the sting of regret she felt for agreeing to the initial plan in Artillery Square.

“I told you I would forgive the attempt on Michael’s life if she gave us Luca. I don’t think I need to point out that we don’t have him,” Polly stressed, placing her palms on the desk and leaning toward Tommy for emphasis. 

Tommy leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “I know it wasn’t part of the plan, alright? But she’s an ally and she’s still willing to help us.”

“She’s delirious with a fever, Tommy. If she dies we have nothing. Luca will blame us. Worse he could tell the Sabinis we killed her,” Polly pointed out.

Tommy stood and looked out the window, reassuring himself more than his aunt as he spoke. “It won’t come to that. I have the best doctor in London tending to her.” Turning back to face Polly he added with conviction, “She will be well.”

“And then?” Polly asked, wanting to know what her nephew might be planning to finish off the Italians.

“We use whatever intelligence she provides to move against the Changrettas so I can kill Luca,” he said with finality. 

Exasperated with his tone of invincibility Polly attempted to reason with her nephew. “You think behind every chance there’s another? You can’t keep putting your life at risk, Tommy.”

“Then we use the bloody Golds if we have to this time,” Tommy said, thinking on his feet.

“And what of Arthur, hmm? Have you convinced him? He isn’t as pragmatic about these things as I am,” Polly countered. Tommy crossed to the bar to make himself a drink, shaking his head slightly as he walked. She knew it was a concern for him as well, Arthur’s recent mental instability a liability to all of them.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire and the clink of the glassware as Tommy thought for a moment. “If he wants to survive this war, he’ll have to trust me,” he said, staring into his glass.

“Like Michael and John?” Polly asked, unable to allow the barb to stay concealed. She too was struggling to follow Tommy’s rapidly changing orders these days.

“Careful, Pol,” Tommy warned in a low voice, before downing his drink in one gulp.

Polly pushed off the desk slowly, heels clicking against the hardwood floor before coming to a stop by the door. “I might say the same to you. You’re the one harboring the enemy. Keep an eye on her,” she shot back as she walked out on him. 

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Tommy’s dinner tray had been carried from the study untouched, thoughts of Aurora’s well-being driving him to distraction. He hadn’t read any of the paperwork on his desk since the doctor left late that afternoon, preferring to sit by the fire and think with whisky in hand. Although he had been assured her recovery was progressing, he hadn’t actually seen her in days. He’d deliberately kept away to reduce her stress, but he couldn’t wait any longer to speak with her.

Tommy leaned against the doorframe watching a maid remove a basin and cloth from Aurora’s room. “Good evening, Mr. Shelby,” she said as she passed him. He nodded a silent greeting in return, allowing her to pass. In the low light he couldn’t make out if Aurora were awake or asleep. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he waited for acknowledgment. Aurora startled briefly before turning toward the sound. “Tommy?” she asked, squinting up at him.

“‘M sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked in a voice befitting the quiet evening hours. 

“No, you can come in,” she said softly, easing herself up onto her elbow before gathering the duvet to her chest protectively. Her demeanor was much gentler than before, the pain and anxiety of earlier days having subsided considerably. 

Tommy carried a small chair to sit by her bedside, noting, “You’re looking well. ” 

“Well, the medicine has helped and the unlocked door,” she said appreciatively. Staring at the cigarette in his hand she added, “I’d feel even better if I was allowed one of those.”

Tommy rummaged through his pockets for his cigarette case and offered it to her, watching her slender fingers select the one she wanted. She gracefully placed it between her lips and Tommy leaned in to light it for her, covering the flame with his hand as he watched her hazel eyes slip closed with the first deep intake of smoke. As he discarded the items on the bedside table, he found himself mesmerized by her silent enjoyment of the small pleasure, a hint of a smile curling the corners of her lips as she relaxed into the pillows. 

“So what does your family think about you hiding a fucking guinea in your house?” Aurora asked with a laugh.

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek before breaking out into a smile. “They think I’m insane,” he conceded.

“That’s what I thought,” she giggled and Tommy wondered if she hadn’t had too much morphine.

“I know what you think about me, that I’m crazy and impulsive, but my father trusts me with his business affairs and everything that entails,” Aurora said, turning serious. “I understand what it means to send men to their death. We’ve had too much of it here in fact,” she said looking Tommy in the eye so closely he thought she might be seeing into his soul. 

“And what do you propose now?” Tommy asked, lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag. 

“I’m not sure yet to be honest. Luca is becoming more paranoid these days. He’s not as easy to fool,” she said with a heavy sigh. 

“We have surveillance on his hotel so we know when he moves and where he goes. That should be of some help,” Tommy offered, flicking ash into the tray. 

Aurora nodded thoughtfully. “You should know that Darby is watching you as well,” she said, eyes shifting to a spot on the wall, guilt overwhelming her suddenly.

Tommy leaned forward to capture her hand in his, reassuring her with a gentle squeeze. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, eh?”

She nodded thoughtfully before extinguishing her cigarette. Hiding her face in her hand, she couldn’t help the overwhelming emotion that coursed through her at the thought of Luca’s brutality after the failed attempt on Tommy’s life. “I’m sorry about your brother,” Aurora whispered.

Tommy loosened his grip on her hand, but didn’t move away entirely. Aurora swore she felt him shake slightly before he replied, “It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Wasn’t it?” she asked bitterly. “I knew my father would give the order because Luca asked him to do it," she admitted. "So, you see, I'm also to blame because I did nothing to stop it."

Tommy dropped her hand in shock, searching her eyes for a note of sincerity and finding it instantly. “Why are you telling me this now?” he asked, cool blue eyes icing over. 

“Perhaps because I know how much you want Luca to suffer in return. Because you need my indignation to aid yours,” she said earnestly.

“I don’t deny it,” Tommy said, looking down at the floor. “But I know you weren’t capable of standing up to him,” he acknowledged, the information from the doctor’s visit replaying in his mind.

Aurora moved to strike him before suffering a deep pain in her chest and recoiling. "How dare you!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm a Sabini. I'm anything but weak!"

Without mincing words, Tommy came to the point. He didn’t do it to humiliate Aurora, but to show her he understood her predicament. “Dr. Miller said you’ve recently suffered a miscarriage,” he revealed.

Aurora’s eyes shut suddenly, fingertips pressed into the sockets as she wondered how much she could keep contained. With a shaky breath, she exhaled slowly, a confession upon her lips she could scarcely bring herself to say. “It wasn’t a miscarriage. It was an abortion,” she whispered, biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling. “I couldn’t have his child,” she admitted, looking down at the large emerald on her right hand.

Tommy sat in stunned silence as he watched Aurora cradle her knees close to her body. “He's your husband. Why would you do something like that?” he asked with a shake of his head.

Aurora looked away, conscious of the guilt Tommy’s words carried. In slow, meandering speech she attempted to explain, though she didn’t expect him to understand or sympathize. “A year ago we were expecting our first child," she began, voice cracking with emotion. "I told myself, if it's a boy, we'll call him Vicente after Luca's papa and he'll be so happy." Her eyes darted across the ceiling, tears welling at her lash line and glistening in the low light. "I couldn’t wait to tell Luca,” she said with a hint of a smile at the memory. She allowed her fingers to trace over the diamonds of her ring, counting the stones as she often did to calm herself.

But her face soon fell as she revisited the memory she'd tried to suppress, darkness overtaking her. Her lower lip quivered with grief as she recounted, “We didn't fight as much in those days, but one evening..." her voice broke in a sob as she tried to continue. Through tears she sniffed, “He wasn't himself...the man I married wasn't there at all." She shifted uncomfortably in the bed, eyes darting toward Tommy who sat motionless at her side, cigarette burning down to a stub at his fingertips as he listened intently.

"It was the first time he used his fists," she admitted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I was bleeding." She licked her parched lips, nodding her head slowly. "I knew the baby was gone." Through a series of labored breaths, she composed herself adding, “I vowed then, I would never bring another child of his into this world.” 

Tommy couldn’t comprehend the strength of her form, chin raised high despite the demoralizing truth she'd shared with him. His jaw clenched tightly as he extinguished his cigarette, waiting for the smoke at her bedside to clear so he might look her in the eye directly for what he had to say. The low rumble of his voice issued forth with determination. “Aurora, listen to me. We can help each other now. We’ll do whatever it takes to find your husband,” he promised. “Then we’re going to kill him."

Aurora’s only reply was a slow nod of her head, pain stricken hazel eyes meeting the flash of fury in his icy blue irises. It was the only response he received before she retreated back into herself, dark curls falling in curtains around her face to hide her tear stained cheeks. Tommy ran a hand through his hair as his thoughts of revenge returned, then slowly slipped away into the darkness of the hallway.

*The Changretta Calls Part 4 happens here*

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𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 7th December

“A cage is still a cage even with golden bars and emerald lock. This is what Aurora Changretta wished to yell when outsiders said she the lucky one living the princess life — but no jewels, no clothes and no mansions was as expensive as the price she had to pay everyday of her life. Each of her bruises, born by the miserable confrontation between her husband’s fists and herself, costed millions to her soul. She dragged her wedding ring like a chain, wondering when did she, fierce tigress, had let the situation turn that bad. So when she looked at the stars and moon, she prayed for the sun to come in her life. And it came. Under the complexions of Tommy Shelby. Maybe this time she would be free. Maybe.” For @zablife, based of My Sun, My Moon and All of my Stars. And since we all agree she’s the cornerstone of our community, I had to do something special.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when!🎄

[evita-shelby]

Usque ad mortem

(Until Death)

For @zablife

Aurora and Luca Changretta from My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars

Took the liberty of using stills from Adrien Brody and Penelope Cruz in Manolete

[runnning-outof-time]

K’s Reading List — AUGUST

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

August was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

🧡 — denotes story written for my 3.5k celebration

@youtifulsunshinelixfics (was @/acewritesfics)

Prove It - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

Serves You Right - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

It Led Me To You - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

Dirty Dishes - Tommy Shelby x Reader **

**Changed username, so links may not work**

Peaky Caps and Razorblades - Tommy Shelby x Reader — this link works!!

@peakyswritings

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains dark themes!

Pinkie Promise - Tommy Shelby x OC (prewar)

Heart, Body and Soul - Tommy Shelby x OC (on- going series)

Too Young To Love You - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@lis-likes-fics

A Deal’s A Deal (pt. 2) - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@notyour-valentine

Welcome to Downton, Mr. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@holacia3

Tommy Shelby Gif Blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@brummiereader

Killing Me Softly - Tommy Shelby x Reader (completed series) — contains dark and 🔞 NSFW themes!

Happy Birthday Love - Tommy Shelby x Reader (from Killing Me Softly universe) — contains dark themes!

@gypsy-girl-08

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@zablife

My Sun, My Moon, and All My Stars - Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora) (on-going series) — contains some intense themes!

Pearls from Tommy - Tommy Shelby x Reader headcannons — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Funeral - Tommy Shelby & Sister!Reader

Pretty When You Cry - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@shelbystales

Story Time - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@peakyltd

Unexpected Friendship - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@writers-hes

Protection - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series)

@weaponizedvirtue

The Face We Hide Behind - Tommy Shelby x OC

@everythingelseisextra

Casual - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Only The Wild Ones - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains dark themes!

@look-at-the-soul

Skyfall - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@little-diable

Sunshine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@call-sign-shark

Hey Bunny - Yandere!Arthur Shelby x Reader — contains dark/mature themes!

Birthday Blurb - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@holacia3

Blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@there-goes-thefighter

What Did You Say? - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Task - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

Love You Goodbye - Arthur Shelby x Reader blurb

Cake On the Dance Floor - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

Monster - Michael Gray

Bury the Hatchet - Tommy Shelby

@multifandomwriter56

A Good Dose of Laughter…Or Lack Thereof - Tommy, John, and Arthur Shelby & Sister!Reader

Blurb - Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Five Sentence Blurb - Shelby!Reader featuring young Finn Shelby

Gif Blurb - Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

Emergency Call - Tommy Shelby & Alfie Solomons (feat. Cyril)

Just Another Test - Alfie Solomons x OC

“Yes or No?” - John Shelby x Reader — 🧡

@moral-terpitude

The Talk - Tommy Shelby x OC

@shelbydelrey

Mrs. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@pacifymebby

Peaky Blinders Headcannons - several Peaky Blinders characters — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@cillmequick

The Dress, part 2 - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

The Dress, part 3 - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@teenwolf-theoriginals

Happy birthday, my love - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@peakbys

A Minute And Gone - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@kitixie

The Sapphire Ring - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@valentine-in-my-quinjet

Best Made Plans - Tommy Shelby x Reader (prewar)

@dreamlandcreations

Imagine Tommy Coming To You All Bloody After Meeting With Alfie - Tommy Shelby & Sister!Reader (Alfie Solomons x Reader hinted at here)

@jomarch-wannabe

Control - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

What Was I Made For? - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🧡

@dearshelby

NSFW Alphabet - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@amysteryspot

Jay Halstead Blurb - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@notyour-valentine

Welcome To Downton, Mr. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@zkvry

Are You Laughing At My Brother? - Shelby Brothers & Sister!Reader

@noforkingclue

Dark Promises - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@loverhymeswith

Let’s Be Alone Together; part 1 -Tommy Shelby x Reader

Let’s Be Alone Together; part 2 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

[theundercoversquid]

War

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader

Request: Hi, I love your works 😍👋. Can you write fluff with Luca (non pregnant, boss bitch reader) . 😁💅🏻

Combined with: Fluff with Luca changretta 💗

Combined with: Can you write smth about Luca changretta 🥰

Warnings:

Masterlist

Your heals clicked a staccato warning to all those nearby. 

As you walked down the streets people parted out of your way. You clearly weren't to be messed with. All those who knew who you were too scared to mess with you. And all those who didn't know your reputation were scared of by your aurora.

As you made it to Lucas office building his men scrambled out of your way. And your women nodded their heads at you. They could see how angry you were and knew not to step in as they would just direct your wrath onto them. And that wasn't something anybody wanted to happen to them.

When you reached Lucas' door you didn't even bother to knock. Instead you threw the door open. Harshly closing it behind you.

“What on earth are you thinking?” You seethed at Luca. “Are you really stupid enough start a gang war over your male pride?”

"Amore mio," Luca attempted to calm you. “They offended you, and we have the numbers to take them on.”

“No.” You corrected Luca. “I have the numbers. Without me you don't have enough people to take them on. And I won't let you take my people.”

“But he offended you.” Luca reminded you. “And I want to remind him how powerful you are and that he can't be rude about you.”

“But I don't need to.” You soothed him. “I know how powerful I am, and I know he does. He is just trying to bait us into doing something stupid. Such as waging war.”

“But we could take him on.” Luca reminded you. Angry on your behalf.

“I will not stoop to his level.” You told Luca as you rounded his desk coming towards him. “I will show him that I am the stronger person by ignoring him.”

“As long as you are okay with that, Amore mio." Luca told you. Gently tugging you down onto his lap as you cuddled into him.

“I'm happy with that,” you assured him. Your head snuggling into his chest. “I would much rather stay here and cuddle with you then go off to war.”

[liviakomtrikru20]

I Love You, Gypsy Eyes Chapter 1:  Welcome Back to Birmingham

My eyes hurt. My brain hurts. “Jesus Christ, Polly I think…no scratch that, I know that Arthur has mucked up the books again.” I walk back into the betting den still staring confused and frustrated at the mess of numbers in front of me. I am met with stillness, then I hear someone say “Liv?” I look up for a second and then back down to the books. Whoa! Wait a minute! My head snaps back up and there in front of me was someone I never thought I would see again. Michael Gray.

 Polly, Esme and Finn are standing around him, all dead silent, watching at me. I take notice that there is a girl standing next to him too. A tall, slender, blonde haired woman with porcelain looking skin. She really is beautiful and glamorous with her fur coat and designer handbag that she is carrying. I look at her and “see” something off about her.

My “sight” always shows me a person’s aura. I’ve had the gift of “sight” since I was a little one. It came in handy when meeting strangers while on our travels across the land. My mother was blessed with “sight” as well. My older sister Esme, not so much. She is like Polly, she can read one’s palm, see their future. I’ve let her read my palm, but I told her not to tell me what she foresees, good or bad.

 I continue to stand there, still, shell shocked almost. I really did not think I would ever see him again. It has been almost five years since he abruptly left me here in Small Heath with no word or explanation. He just disappeared off to America, never to see or hear from him again. I was so angry with him. Angry with Polly and Tommy for sending him off without telling me. Tommy refused to give me his contact information initially and I thought about making the trip over to the Americas myself to find him, but in my condition at the time it just was not possible.

 My pregnancy was miserable. I was violently ill for most of it. Eventually I became very swollen and dizzy with high blood pressure. The doctor put me on bed rest for 3 months. The bedrest on top of the stress of losing Michael finally gave way and I had a breakdown.

 After Aurora was born, I was not myself. I loved my beautiful baby girl, but I was just so low and numb.  I could barely function, let alone take care of a newborn. Luckily, I had the Shelby family to help me through that first year. Their love and support for me and Aurora is what truly kept us both alive. I still feel an extreme amount of guilt for the way I handled everything during my pregnancy and after Aurora was born.

 I was so scared when Michael left, I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant and it was my worst nightmare. I always figured we would have children sooner or later, at least until after our wedding in October that year, but the wedding never came.

 Polly begged me to tell Michael that I was expecting, but we both knew I couldn’t. Yes, the family, especially Tommy, was furious that Michael had not warned Tommy about the trap Luca Changretta set up for him. The whole family felt betrayed. Not that I blame them, I did too. 

 Michael was ultimately safer in America. Away from the Peaky Blinders life and I knew that. He could go to America, start over and live the life he was always meant to live.  Michael being happy and safe was all that mattered to me. I loved him and I wanted what was best for him even if it hurt like hell to let him go.

 After Esme and John were married, I decided to move to Birmingham with my sister to help keep her company and watch over her. I had never been without my sister before and could not imagine us being separated from one another.  She initially felt guilty about me having to move to Small Heath because of her. She knew how much I loved the outdoors. How much I loved the traveler life that we had lived as children. Never knowing where we would be this time tomorrow. Just focusing on the here and now. However, I loved my sister dearly and ended up following her to Birmingham. Initially, there definitely was an adjustment period, but the Shelby’s had made the transition much easier. Especially once Michael finally came around.

 I am standing there soundless, still and I am fairly sure my mouth is hanging wide open catching flies. Was this really happening? “Michael?” I gasp out finally. I had only dreamed of this every night before I went to sleep for years, but something feels off. The aura I am seeing doesn’t seem right. Looking at Esme’s face confirms my suspicions.

 Michael looks just as stunned and flustered as I do. His eyes wide, nostrils flared, jaw clenched. Words both escaping us and apparently everyone else in the room as well. Well great.

 Finally, I can gather my thoughts, “Hi,” I say with a forced smile. Hi? Really? That is all you could come up with. “You’re here? When did you get here?” The blonde stranger speaks now, “Just now. Been traveling for 15 days to get…here.” She looks around with disgust. Who the hell is this woman?

 “Hello, I’m so sorry I didn’t catch your name. I’m Liv,” I say with a sweet, but forced tone. The woman is now hanging off Michael’s arm. She arches her brow at me, then narrows her eyes. “I’m Gina. Gina Gray,” she pronounces smugly with a smirk. And just like that all of the air has been sucked out of my lungs. Great, he is married. The love of my life is married.

 I feel my heart drop. I want to throw up. Tears threatening to sting my eyes. As if this day cannot get any worse. Arthur’s mucked up the books and Michael has finally returned, but with a dream trophy wife. The tension in the air is thick and everyone in the den can feel it.

 Eventually, Polly goes to say something to break the silence, but all of the sudden a little voice happily exclaims, “Mummy!” A dark-curly haired, blue eyed girl comes running through the door towards me. “Mummy, look what Uncle Arthur got me!”

 The little girl dances and twirls around in a beautiful, green floral dress, grinning from ear to ear. I crouch down to the little girl and embrace her, kissing the side of her head. “You look so beautiful darling. How nice of Uncle Arthur.” Arthur enters the den with a big smile on his face. He adores Aurora, even though him and Linda have their own child, Billy Shelby. I can tell Arthur has been wanting another baby for a while. A baby girl.

 “Eh, Liv,” Arthur states bashfully. He knows Aurora has him wrapped around her finger. “We was just taking a walk and Rora wanted to go to the toy shop, but I told her that you wouldn’t like me buying any more toys for her. That she had enough. So Rora asked if she could get the pretty green dress in the shop window down the street that we had seen earlier instead. Everyone needs clothes right Liv?” He smiles. I could tell Arthur was a little nervous. He knows how I feel about Aurora being spoiled. It’s fine in small doses, but she has so many people that love and care for her that sometimes it is just a revolving door of gifts. I taught my daughter well didn’t I? 

 “She looks beautiful Arthur, really. Thank you.” I look down at Aurora, she is now grinning from ear to ear at Arthur. It warms my heart to see her loved so much by her family.

 Finally, Aurora looks back over to me, points her finger in the opposite direction towards the two strangers and says questioningly, “Mummy who are they?”

[zablife]

When was the first time Luca got violent with Aurora? How did she react?

That's such a good question, Shark! Their problems did not arise overnight, but there were telltale signs from the beginning as I'll explore here with this short fic. I hope you enjoy it! For anyone wondering who this couple is, they're from my series My Sun My Moon and All My Stars.

Shattered

Although it was rare for the Sabini family to go a night without dinner together at their large formal table, tonight was an exception. Papa was consumed with worry over a new war with the Spinietta family and everyone in the house was tense with worry, scattering from his office when they realized he was in no mood for company. It was unlike him and Aurora found herself relegated to the kitchen, standing by the window eating nervously.

No sooner had she begun heaping food into her mouth, her father's men filed in for their dinner. The cook piled their plates high with a simple pasta al pomodoro that could feed the army of men currently housed under one roof.

Aurora turned from them to chew an enormous bite as she felt someone at her elbow grab a jug of wine. The new capo swiped it away quickly. "Not tonight. We need to have clear heads," Luca admonished. Noticing Aurora, he brushed a finger down her arm gently asking, "Everything alright?"

"Mmm-hmm," she answered as best she could with a mouthful of food. Luca smiled warmly at her, noticing the drop of sauce that escaped the corner of her mouth. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at her plump lips, lingering a moment longer than necessary to study her wide hazel eyes.

"Don't be nervous," he said in a calm, even voice.

Aurora nodded her head slowly as she swallowed. “I tell myself that because Papa has been through this many times.” Her eyes wandered to a spot over Luca’s shoulder as she confessed, “But not since the trouble with his heart…”

Luca placed a hand to her face to bring her gaze back to him. “He’s strong. He’ll be alright, yeah?” he offered reassuringly. A grin came over his face as his hand travelled to her waist adding, “He has me now by his side and so do you, tesoro.”

“I know,” she replied, but the sadness in her voice did not abate.

Luca raised the jug of wine in his hand and whispered, “You’re upset, let’s go upstairs for a drink and a little stress relief, hmm? It’ll do us both good.” He dipped his head to nip at her collarbone as the other men in the room looked on, whistling.

Feeling heat rush to her cheeks, Aurora turned from him, stepping aside to avoid his advances. Feeling the need to regain control, she began addressing the men with all her authority as a Sabini. “There are too many of you here at once. Stagger your shifts so my father has better protection,” she proclaimed, unbothered by the fact that she was trumping Luca’s authority.

When they sat motionless, mouths agape at her command, she stepped closer arching a manicured eyebrow as she added with a sharp clap of her hands, “Andiamo!”

Luca sucked his teeth in disapproval, but didn’t speak right away. Instead, he looked down at her plate with a chuckle. Taking it from her hands he taunted with saccharine sweetness, “You wanted the dinner all to yourself you should have said so, maialina.” He said it with such amusement some of the men hid smiles, thinking it only a playful gesture between the pair.

However, the moment they were alone, Aurora pushed past him with fury hissing out, “Porco!” Seconds later the plate flew past her head, smashing into pieces against the wall. Aurora cringed, holding her head in her hands. She didn’t dare look back, refusing to believe he’d thrown it.

When she got to her room and glimpsed her reflection in the mirror, she realized her white dress had tomato stains down the back. Tears welled in her eyes as a knock came at the door and she hesitated before opening it.

Luca stood with the most sorrowful expression she’d ever seen, mirroring her emotions. “Please, I don’t want us to fight. I love you so much,” he said, taking her hands in his. She embraced him and shut the door behind them. He removed her tainted dress with a soft touch, no more words exchanged between them as he threw the garment on the fire.

All was forgiven as he made love to her that night and they were seen at breakfast the next morning hand in hand.

“What a perfect match,” the maid cooed to the chef as she returned to the kitchen with the trays.

The cook didn’t reply as she scraped food into the bins, glancing at the shards of pottery hidden at the bottom.

*maialina means little piggy/piglet

*porco means pig (disgusting person)

[zablife]

Hi, Lee!! I'm sending new Oc questions this year, too. (as always you choose your oc)

If you could send your OC a bouquet, what flowers would make it up and what is the overall message? 💐

Hope you're doing great ❤️.

Flor, I'm sorry this has stayed in my inbox for so long! Tysm for taking an interest and sending this my way. Since I'm focused on my OC Aurora atm, I'll answer for her.

Her fave flowers are blue hydrangeas as touched on in Part 1 of My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars. Her father sends her a bouquet to quell her homesickness. The inspo for this came from the Lana song "Old Money" BUT it's so fitting bc I read somewhere they symbolize regret and forgiveness. Antonio doesn't know that his daughter is suffering in order to please him, but if he did he would surely express these feelings.

Now for a more uplifting sneak peek, Tommy will give her gardenias (a nod to another of my fave Lana songs "Wildflower Wildfire") which symbolize trust and renewal. Not to mention this is a flower that has a history of being sent between secret lovers 🤭

I know I bent the rules a bit bc I was supposed to send her a bouquet, but I couldn't help chatting about my AU. I hope you don't mind. Ty again for the ask!

[zablife]

Aurora Sabini Changretta

My OC Aurora Changretta from the series My Sun My Moon and All My Stars has a new face claim! It's Italian actress Claudia Cardinale.

[zablife]

Hi, Lee!! I'm here because of curiosity 🔎.

In your reblog you said you thought about their (Aurora and Luca) zodiac signs! And I think it's really interesting because I never thought about it! What you can tell me (us) about it? If you want, of course!!

Tysm for the ask, Flor! I've spent too much time on this, but it was so much fun! For anyone curious, Aurora and Luca are from my series My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars.

Luca and Aurora's Zodiac Signs

Aurora's birthday is June 20 which makes her a Gemini/Cancer cusp (more on that in a bit). Gemini is an air sign represented by twins. While Aurora's enemies might see her as "two faced," always concealing a hidden agenda, she's actually quite versatile as she's able to see an issue from both sides at once. As an air sign, she's clever and curious as well as extremely communicative.

Being born on the cusp of Cancer makes it easy for her to express her emotions well and she knows what she wants. Always sensitive to the needs of others, she can also pinpoint what her opponent desires and negotiate to that end. She's a social butterfly who gets on with anyone and tends to forgive easily. However, it can also leave her vulnerable to the words and actions of those closest to her, creating horrible melancholy.

Luca's birthday is July 25 which makes him a Leo. Leo is a fire sign represented by the mighty lion. He is fearless in the face of danger and fiercely protective of those around him. Rarely acknowledging defeat, his ambition knows no limits. It's this determination that makes him successful. However, his pride often sabotages his happiness.

He has a dominating personality that often manifests itself in arrogant and egotistical behavior. He was born on the feast day of St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers and children-and known to protect. (In my AU it is his middle name for this reason.) When Luca was young his parents lived modestly so he pretended the celebration was for him. As he grew up, he internalized the belief that he too was a mighty protector of men.

Compatibility: While Geminis and Leos normally support each other's ambitions and spark one other's sense of flirtatiousness and fun, Aurora and Luca's personalities clash in the worst possible ways. In their case Aurora's air seems to feed Luca's fire a bit too much, causing a raging bonfire that flames out of control. Luca goes from protective to possessive and Aurora's nurturing morphs into enabling.

[zablife]

Feel free to ignore this question if it spoils your story too much but I was wondering… Would Aurora get along with the Shelby clan? We have already seen that it’s kinda hard with Arthur, so I was pondering about the other family members.

Ahhh, tysm for this lovely ask, Shark! I appreciate all the support you've shown as I battle this next part. Altho I'm not making the progress I'd hoped, it's so helpful to focus on backstory for a moment to clarify my thoughts. For that I thank you!

You're right that Aurora and Arthur might never be at peace. Arthur knows her family ordered the death of his brother and that is enough to fuel his hatred of her. (Add the attempts on Michael's life and Tommy's and she's very unwelcome.) Polly is equally skeptical of her motives (and rightfully so as she's worried about the well-being of her son). In my mind, Ada would fall in line with Polly's assessment of this newcomer. So it's left to the younger generation to bridge the gap. I see Finn being a bit more open to Aurora's presence due to Tommy's acceptance of her. And as for children, in my AU Charlie doesn't exist. So altho he might seem like the perfect way to make peace, he is not here to do so!

In my mind, the weight falls solely upon Tommy. However, I feel he is up to the task. He's stubborn and headstrong, unwilling to listen to anyone who would doubt her sincerity in wanting to fight against Luca. It's not an ideal situation, I'm afraid! 😬 However, it's not so bleak as it seems! She has supporters outside the immediate family. She becomes close with Frances, Jeremiah, Curly, Aberama, and even Lizzie.

[zablife]

Lee I love the character you’ve built with Aurora!

I’m curious… what’s the one thing she can’t go out without?

And what’s one quote she swears by? Like a mantra to her. 🥰

Mar, tysm for the ask! You've presented such interesting questions! Aurora can't live without family. It's essential to her well-being which is why she sacrifices so much to make her father proud of her and works hard at her marriage. If there was one motto she lives by it would be "I panni sporchi si lavano in famiglia" which quite literally means "Dirty laundry is washed in the family." So you might say she's been brought up to know you don't tell secrets outside the family. You must be loyal! It's something that was ingrained in her from a young age. Going to Tommy in Part 1 of My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars goes against everything she's been taught, but was necessary for her survival.

[zablife]

Weekend with Modern!Luca

Thanks for the tag @runnning-outof-time, @evita-shelby, @call-sign-shark, @peakyltd! I'm not sure what the exact instructions were, but I'm sharing a few images from Pinterest of a modern Luca x Aurora bc I thought they needed to be happy after the last fic I wrote. Thanks for @cillmequick for the inspo!

No pressure tag: @cillmequick, @brummiereader, @shelbydelrey, @emotionalcadaver, @the-makingsofgreatness

[call-sign-shark]

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

Summary: When starting the vendetta with the Peaky Blinders, Luca Changretta didn't expect you, Arthur's wife, to be the one meeting him. Now that you're facing him, he's determined to make you understand who leads the dance. It's a man's world after all! || Featuring Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 6.7k

TW: alteration of canon events, canonical violence, drug use, slight allusions to sex, canonical misogyny, quick allusions to domestic abuse, witchcraft (canonical since PB flirts with it sometimes), fluff, Arthur is as fucked up as cute, depictions of slaughter and body horror. The last part of this chapter is a flash forward. What happened will be described in the next chapter.

Notes:

✞ The mentioned character of Aurora, Luca's wife, belonged to @zablife.

✞ The bold sentence Heaven says comes from Lana Del Rey.

✞ This is chapter 15 of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes. Usually, each chapter can be read as stand-alones but reading the whole series will make the experience far more intense.

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The dim glow of luxuriant chandeliers cast their orange light over the bar, their warm hue sublimating the rich notes of aged oak from which the counter had been sculpted. Standing alone on a barstool with your crystal gaze fixed on the swirling depths of your glass of red wine, you relished how the liquid gracefully danced and caught the light in a hypnotizing display of crimson elegance. Smooth as silk, its robe was deprived of lees and hugged your throat at each sip. It had been a while since you hadn't drunk such fine alcohol, and this experiment was almost enough to make you forget the curious glances of some noisy clients. As rare as it was to see a woman drinking by herself at the bar without the company of a gentleman due to the prohibited nature of such actions, no one had dared confront you about the matter yet. The waiter had thought of doing so because it didn't feel right to him but one look at the deadly frost of your eyes had been efficient enough for him to swallow his words and mind his own business. Wise decision, you weren't in the mood to be polite. There had been something off in the way you had stared at him, like a wild cat waiting for its prey to come just a little bit closer to pounce on it. He quickly lowered his gaze and went on with wiping down his glass, definitely not taking the risk of causing a scene. Bringing the expensive glass to your plump lips, you froze mid-movement at the sudden feeling of someone's presence behind your back. So, he came. Your mouth slowly curled in a cold, sardonic smirk. Your special guest didn't bother to greet you. Instead, he simply put his fedora hat on the bar counter right where the corner of your eyes you could see it.

"Isn't it the lady who should play hard to get?" You stated before drowning your sarcasm with a gulp of wine, its complex and refined taste displaying all its flavors on your tongue. So far, it has been one of the few places in which the wine was exquisite. And French, of course.

Swiftly slipping between two barstools, the man sat next to you — all his movements, measured and confident, denoted an indescribable elegance.

"So?" A collected and alluring voice inquired, wasting no time in futile courtesy nor in answering your taunt. He would have been surprised if his men hadn't warned him that you were the kind of woman to never be at a loss for words. Just like the two other harpies of the Shelby clan though.

"So, you spare my husband." You finished your glass and put it back on the wooden counter with a movement that translated both your firmness and determination. If there was one thing he had learned throughout his gangster life it was to pay attention to details. Since the very beginning of his criminal activities, Luca always focused on the way someone moved, especially because body language often said much more about people than words themselves. Contrary to prose, the body never lied, and concerning yours the signals were rather clear: you wouldn't cave in. "Oh, and you also spare Finn but it stands to reason. He's just a kid after all." Your request, spoken with a measured yet Artic calmness, snatched an amused snort from the threatening man. How did you dare bargain with him about who would die and who would live while your place wasn't in men's business? Luca slightly shook his head, disconcerted by the fact that the random wife of an enemy could behave so insolently with him while he could easily end her life with the gun he was hiding under his four-digit price jacket.

"In return for what?" His sharp eyes fixed intently on your dainty frame as he spoke. His expression, usually veiled in stoic composure, betrayed a keen attentiveness that mirrored his interest. Making himself comfortable on the barstool, he withdrew a matchbox from his pocket, its metallic surface catching the muted light. With languid grace, he extracted a match, the small stick cradled between his fingers, and brought it to his lips.

"Tommy Shelby." Your voice resounded like a chilling death knell when you pronounced these syllables nonchalantly as if selling one of your in-laws was nothing but one of the many formalities to retrieve your peaceful life. Such apathy was a bit chilling he reckoned. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he held the match delicately between his teeth. After a while, you eventually condescended to look at the man, your iris meeting the splendid green of his. The same green eyes that squinted a little bit now that they had a clear sight of your doll face, whose cold beauty made him wonder what the hell such a delicate thing like you was doing here, involving herself in the middle of intricating gang wars.

"Well, interesting." He mused, a part of him genuinely excited at the thought of butchering Tommy, the other still intrigued by you and how you contrasted with everything else around. No, how you contrasted with everything he had ever seen in his life. Changretta's features, chiseled and unyielding, remained an inscrutable mask, but beneath the surface, a calculated mind sought to see right through you. His posture exuded a quiet confidence despite your unsettling aura and ghostly appearance, a testament to the years of navigating the treacherous underworld of crimes.

"And why should I trust you?" He asked, going on with his observation of every tiny detail of your face. To be honest, Luca didn't imagine you like this. All he had been told about you was that you were the French harlot Arthur Shelby had married, some kind of bratty young girl who came from nowhere. At first, he was convinced that you would be nothing but boring at worst, or entertaining in your way of begging for your husband's life at best but you were none of these. Now that he was sitting next to you at the bar, discussing as if he hadn't murdered one of the most important people in your life, he found himself enthralled by the pure snow-white color of your long hair. More than your unusual hair color, what had surprised him the most was how your coldness cut with the softness of your physical traits. You felt like a walking paradox to him, your appearance conveying a message at the antithesis of what you truly were.

"Because it's all in my interest to see him dead and cold." You replied with a little shrug. Admittedly, you didn't imagine him like this. Quite the contrary, your mind had created the picture of a rat-faced gangster marked with ugly scars and vicious black eyes by dint of hearing how Arthur talked about him. Yet, here you were, facing a rather attractive gentleman with such atypical traits and a charismatic aura that your eternal coldness was slightly shaken. Men of these kinds were always the most dangerous, you thought with full knowledge of the facts. Luca Changretta was something: as slim as Arthur yet standing taller, his face was adorned with a seductive charm and an aquiline nose which rendered his features even more unique.

"Principessa" He started, sneering. Luca pushed the match to the other corner of his mouth with his tongue one last time before his sly fingers grabbed it to put it in the nearest ashtray. Then, his hand reached for the whisky glass the waiter had just put in front of him, "Allow me to doubt that. You are a Shelby, and I've heard your clan is tightly knitted together. Don't think of me fool enough to believe that a Shelby would want to kill another one." Luca concluded his accusation with a little head tilt as he swallowed his whisky in one go. A small grunt of pleasure escaped from his mouth at the pleasant burn the alcohol left in his trail.

"The only reason I bear the name Shelby is for my husband, not for anyone else. If you aren't aware of it may I suggest that your informants only did half of the job otherwise you should have known that Thomas had been nothing but a bane to my existence from the first day we met."

"A bane? That's not a trivial world to use when talking about your brother-in-law." Changretta's fingers, adorned with sleek rings, tapped against the wooden counter as a clear manifestation of his suspicions.

"Well, he had tried to strangle me, then blamed me for his son's abduction, and also for his brother's death and now he is actively seeking to ruin my marriage. I think "bane" is an appropriate way to call him. Now," You said with a little wave of the hand, "if my offer doesn't stir your interest I'd rather leave." When you shifted your body to stand up, Luca's immense hand gently rested on yours to invite you to sit back. The striking temperature difference between his warm flesh and the iciness of your skin gave him sudden goosebumps. Once you did sit back, his unimpressed mask cracked and moved on to an amused and fascinated smile that danced on his thin lips. It was a heavily murderous speech for such a little thing. If it wasn't for the frost you were made of, you would have made him think of his own more fire-coded wife.

"Let me tell you something. My mother was a very patient woman you know?" He said out of the blue with a softer voice, "I've never heard her raise her voice during all my childhood except once. That was one of the many reasons she was a teacher every kid loved. When she did yell at me I was a kid and I just saw a magnificent creature in my nonna's garden. It was an albino ferret, the most beautiful animal I've ever encountered. Straight out of a fairy tale with fur as pure as freshly fallen snow and little beady eyes as red as precious rubies. Usually, wild animals are skippish but that little fella didn't move away when I approached it. It seemed so quiet and docile that I decided to pet it. And do you know what the ferret did?" Luca leaned over you at his question, his face closer to yours and his smirk stretching in an evil grin, "It bit me. That fucking vermin sunk its sharp teeth into my skin and gave me one nasty bite. I still have the scar carved deep in my flesh up to this day. A bite scar among the gunshots and stab wounds." He paused for a while, his green eyes momentarily dropping to your swollen lips and lingering on the white pearly fangs he could glimpse at when you "tsk" at him. The air suddenly crackled with a palpable tension that thickened with every second flying by. Each of his silences loudly echoed the rising intensity of the moment one of you would snap at the other. But it never happened, and the only thing Luca did was grin even more, his squinted eyes meeting yours again. "Should have known it though, this fucking sausage rat had a twisted something in its red eyes. The same vile and twisted something as you, Amore."

His words, coated with honey but cutting like razor blades, made the corner of your plum lips subtlety curl in a dangerous but brief smirk too at the realization that all the rumors surrounding the Italian were true: he was devilishly clever. Maybe that was why you didn't manage to completely hate him despite his horrible actions. While your dainty body, your small size, and the far-too-seraphic complexions of your face often misled people about the brutality that was coursing through your cursed veins and the sickening void of your coal-black pupils, Luca didn't fall for any of them. Not even the glittery makeup and your big round eyes could make him ignore the creepy murmurs of the underlying Devil living in you. After a brief and uncomfortable silence that seemed to last one awful eternity, you finally parted your lips.

"Let me tell you something too," Your voice was a gentle melody, "Arthur and John should have killed your mother." Each word flowed like a soft breeze, carrying a subtle allure that only enhanced the cruelty of their meaning. Your lack of consideration for potentially hurting his feelings had taken him aback. " But they decided to spare her despite Little King Shelby's ruthless order. They genuinely wanted to do it out of sheer compassion" You pursed your lips and backed up from Luca, rolling your eyes. "Fuckin' idiots, they should have killed her when they had the chance." The mobster quickly moistened his lips, the faint surprised expression on his face vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

"His ruthlessness was right." He agreed, "They should have." Luca concluded, yet elaborating an arrangement with you didn’t seem to be his top priority suddenly. The mobster already knew he would grant you your wishes, the idea of having direct access to Tommy was too alluring to resist after all. What he wanted at his precise moment was… Different.   "You know, I don't fear being bitten anymore — the danger is a deliciously wicked part of the job I learned to accept and love. Considering this, Mrs, Shelby" He let his sentence hanged as he offered you the palm of his hand, long and bony fingers waiting for yours. "May I ask for a dance?" His eyes sparkled with an amusement that hinted at a hidden game, a dance of power between you and him. The seductive charm with which he invited you blurred the lines between rivalry and fascination.

"Do we have a deal?" You inquired with one brow raised, just to make sure he had taken notes of your terms.

"A deal for a dance." He slightly wiggled the fingers of his inviting hand. "Plus, you're already dancing with me in your own way."

A discreet and longer inhale escaped from your nostrils as you weighed the pros and cons but still you slipped your hand into his, which enveloped your skin with a tender strength. A little dance couldn't hurt anyone, you thought. Without further ado, Luca led the way to the dance floor as you both snaked in and out through the crowd until you reached a more spacious corner. It was the mafioso who initiated the dance. First, his grip strengthened around you: not to the extent of hurting you of course but definitely enough to make you understand that you were trapped. Then, his arm wrapped around your waist firmly like a snake. "Closer," He instructed and you obliged, taking a step toward him and placing your free upon his shoulder. After he set the rhythm, you started to move to the slow melody the orchestra was playing across the room. As the haunting music enveloped you, you moved in synchronized steps, your bodies entwined in a waltz that displayed outside tenderness while your eyes held a sharp glint of adversaries locked in an unspoken battle.

Come now, dance with me as the song plays.

With each twirl and turn, the odd and gripping tension you shared thickened, just like an intricate tango of conflicting emotions. As soft as the dance had started, it was gradually turning into a visceral yet elegant battlefield where intimidation and seduction engaged in a delicate but fierce fight.

Down down, dance with me stuck on replay.

Your heart leaped in your tight ribcage at a sudden dip, your hair hanging down like a silver cascade, and your gaze set on the golden sculpted ceiling that quickly flashed in front of your eyes before disappearing, replaced by Luca's intense green eyes again.

Down down, dance with me stuck on replay.

"Don't be shy Amore," He cooed with a charming wink before pulling you even closer to him until your body collided with his. You stopped breathing for a short moment, shutting your eyes when you realized that your face was almost nuzzled in the crook of his neck. In that fleeting moment, you relinquished a fraction of your resistance, swept away by the remote yet familiar feeling of letting someone guide you without any need to think— or maybe that was the sweet fragrance of his cologne which pleasantly tingled your nostrils that woke up memories anchored deep within your mind. From the way he moved to how he behaved, from the luxurious place to the languid melody of the piano, everything was bringing you years ago, back in the comforting arms of your first fiance.

And you hated how pleasant it felt. You viscerally hated it.

Both the song's tempo and Luca's steps fastened as he noticed the subtle change in your facial expression, slowly turning your graceful dance into a dizzying and confusing round. His piercing gaze bore into your soul, daring it to reveal its vulnerability. The room seemed to spin around you and yet, you clenched your jaw and forced yourself to maintain an unmoved facade. No. You wouldn't sink into melancholia. Gathering all your willpower, you chased away the panic that crept within you and felt a rush of anger toward Luca for daring to reopen an old wound you tried to heal every day of your life since you left France. And with anger came the end of your self-control.

To hell with Tommy's plan, you could put an end to this exhausting vendetta yourself by killing the infamous Luca Changretta right here, right now.

Guided by your murderous nature, you started to focus on his heartbeat as soon as you regained control of the dance, forcing him to slow down the pace. In a thorough study of his pulse, you could clearly hear the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat resounding in his chest, and even counted how many times it beat in one minute. And the more you listened to it, the more music faded away in the background.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Killing him would be a piece of cake considering the horrific magic that was coursing through your veins, the magic of blood and flesh. All you would have to do was accelerate his pulse until it became too much for his body to bear. In a minute, Luca would drop to the ground, limp and dead. No blood, no fight, just the sudden and inevitable consequences of a heart attack. Quite different from the gruesome and slow death you had wished to inflict upon Tommy the day he had crossed the line.

"You're a great dancer, Miss Shelby." The mobster stated, having no choice but to follow your slower pace. Now you were the one leading the dance, "Did your husband teach you? I must admit that I have all the trouble of the world imagining Arthur Shelby being good at waltzing." He had already trouble imagining how the most rabid of these Gypsy bastards could have pulled you, to be honest. His tastes regarding women might not encompass you but, God, he thought that your place wasn't beside a man like Arthur Shelby since you could easily be a trophy wife for a classy and far more powerful criminal. Or some blue blood, but these were the same except the latter legally robbed people.

"Arthur is far better at dancing than what he seems but it wasn't him who taught me." Your reply was sharper than intended.

Another dip, smoother this time.

"Another man?"

"Yes."

"So you've been married before." It wasn't a question, it was a statement for the mafioso had easily decypher your micro-expressions despite your best efforts to hide them.

"Engaged. We didn't make it to the actual wedding."

Kill him. Kill him now.

The fingers that were resting on his shoulder dug deeper into his jacket as you channeled the gift your mother had passed you the day of your birth. It could have gone unnoticed if you hadn't paid attention but Luca's eyebrows slightly frowned, not understanding why his heart had started racing like that all of sudden.

"That's a shame. And how does one lose a woman like you? If I had been him I would have rather locked you in the house than let you flee." Luca grinned, his charming voice steady but the way he clenched his jaw betrayed the building pain he was feeling in his chest. Men were all the same: too much ego to show that they were in distress.

"Well, that's how he lost a woman like me." No matter the exact nature of the impact your words had on him it did trigger something within his soul. On top of a literal ache in his heart, his wedding ring became suddenly heavier. In the dance's rhythmic embrace, your witchcraft went on with poisoning Luca's very core. Yet, as the enchantment unfolded, an unforeseen consequence took hold. The more you delved into your mystical powers, the more the mobster's pain echoed within your own body in an unexpected symbiosis. Except that it wasn't in the heart you suffered, but in the belly.

The baby.

You backed up from Luca with a movement so quick it looked like you had touched hot-red metal, hence putting an abrupt end to the dance. A discreet growl fell from the man's lips for when the physical contact broke his heart resumed to a normal pace and the pain mysteriously disappeared. As well as yours.

"Enough fun for tonight." You said with hast, and Luca hadn't the quick thinking to keep you from doing so — the odd and unpredictable behavior of his heart was too concerning for him to carry on with this odd meeting.

"Hm. Yeah, don't forget about our deal." He replied, smoothing the fold of his tailored suit before slowly and discreetly pressing the left side of his chest with the palm of his hand.

" And don't forget to send my regards to your wife Aurora, who seems to be exactly a woman like me." You spat one last taunt with the most polite smile you could make before turning your heels and leaving this damn room.

What the hell had just happened?

According to Tommy, everything went perfectly. Satisfied with the outcome of your mission — and genuinely surprised you hadn't fucked up everything by your rebellious attitude or just for the sheer satisfaction of getting under his skin —, the lead pack dog of the Peaky Blinders went on with the Vendetta. Actually, the one who fucked up the whole plan hadn't been you, but rather Tommy himself following the failure of his surprise attack against Luca. He might have killed a few Italians in the process, but his initial target was still alive and in very good health conditions. A flash of anger and frustration coursed through your body when he told the family about it: here you were back to the start, with Luca not willing to give you a second chance and being more enraged than he already was when he came to England. None of it would have happened if you had listened to your instincts and killed him yourself. Served you right for trusting Tommy's plan for once. And for being reluctant to use the monstrous magic nature gave you. But there had also been... Something else. That weird and unplanned pain in your belly when you had used your magic. With all of this, the cherry on the top was probably Tommy's decision to carry on with today's boxing fight despite it being an obviously awful idea but of course, no one listened to you. Why would they? Tommy always knew better. Tommy always won. Tommy this. Tommy that.

You sighed loudly as you walked through the empty corridor, the cacophony of the crowd turning into a hushed noise when you reached the huge squared mirror that was hanging from the wall. There were so many people gathered in the building that accessing the bathroom would have taken both your precious time and your thin tolerance to social events. That was why you decided to look for a mirror or a window further away to add a few late touches to your makeup as well as to rearrange your hair. You had just finished putting another layer of mascara on your Bambi lashes and grabbed your lip gloss when a gravelly and familiar voice resounded in the hallway.

“I went looking for you.” The voice made you instantly relax, its baritone lilt holding the unique power of blowing your troubles away, both the past and the present ones. With one small yet graceful spin, you turned around to meet Arthur’s slim silhouette that was standing in the doorway. His sharp face, usually displaying a strict look, soon turned soft at the sight of you about to apply gloss on your tantalizing lips, “I thought you’d be in here.”

"And you thought right." You replied with an enamored smile. Arthur was quite delighted by the boxing fight, so there was no need to impede his joy with your concerns. Moreover, he was surely the only thing that kept you anchored during this confusing and stressful period.

The gangster approached you with slow steps and his steel blue eyes shone brighter the more he closed the distance between you and him. “I knew it, always seeking quiet places before a party to doll you up and take a deep breath...” He concluded, visibly proud to display his infinite knowledge about his beloved wife, which made you melt. Then, he stopped right in front of you, "Got a lil' something for me angel." Arthur didn't leave you the time to wonder what it was all about for one of his large hands slipped from behind his back and pulled a white Azalea from it, “Look what I’ve found. Almost as beautiful as you, eh?”  The way his face enlightened with the happiest and most genuine smile ever was something you never got bored of. Quite the contrary, it breathed life back into you each time. The ice of your eyes melted at such an endearing gift, turning your frozen traits into a child-like expression with your plump lips forming a silent ‘o’.

“For me? Really? Arthur, you shouldn't have!” You said with an excited but still quieter voice than his booming one. You couldn't believe he found the time to look for you in the middle of tonight's chaos.

"I wanted you to keep a little something with you in case you start panicking eh." He purred, low and gruff voice making his chest rumble. "Are you sure ya don't want me to stay with you?" You preyed the flower from his rough fingers delicately, actively trying not to break its fragile petals, and slipped it in your long silvery mane under your Arthur's tender gaze — he couldn’t help but smirk, enthralled by your beauty just like the first time he had met you, three years ago.

"We already talked about it. Go have fun alright? I'll stay with the women. Moreover, I know Tommy will ask you to stay near him and I'd rather avoid your boring brother, who can't crack a fucking smile for the life of his." You lift yourself on your tip toes to press a kiss on Arthur's jaw. His eyes half-closed at the silky sensation of your lips against his face.

"A very clever move that is. D'ya like the flower? The florist helped me, bet she took pity on me 'cos I looked very lost but she just made me even more confused with all the info she was dumping ay."

A sincere chuckle escaped from your throat at the thought of the lanky and rude gangster standing in the middle of a flower shop with a confused look on his face. Yup, it definitely sounded like something Arthur would do. “So how did you choose the Azalea?” You pondered with innocent curiosity.

“Well, I don't know jackshit about that flower language stuff. I only know roses and you hate ‘em.” He admitted with a smile, cupping your face with his two hands to lay a peck on your nose.  As trivial as this detail was he still remembered it and the mix of attention paired with the significance behind your loathing for roses made you swell with love for him. It came even more surprising considering that you only told him about your dislike for roses once during one of the nightly walks you took around the church days after your first encounter.  "So I just picked the one that made me think about ya the most, love." He admitted, his hands leaving your face to grip you by the hips bluntly as he peppered you with kisses. Another chuckle fell from your mouth at the tickle of his mustache against your skin.

"No, no, you'll ruin my makeup!" You playfully exclaimed. Trying to flee from his mouth, you tilted your head to the side and gave his stubbled cheek a gentle bite.

“Hey! I bring ye a flower and you thank me with a bite? Ye feral little thing!”

You gave him a second one without waiting for him to finish his sentence, "You're the one to blame. You’re so cute I just want to nibble you.” You replied, completely obliterating the remote noise as well as all the concerns you have been mulling over these past few days. Instead of anxiety, you were now possessed by joy and cuteness aggression, “I swear you look stupidly handsome.” You added with a pout, the target of your small bites shifting from his cheek to his sharp jaw. Arthur hummed, his lips sewn shut in a peaceful smile — he didn't even bother to flee from your teeth, "Alright, go find Tommy before I tear your suit apart."

"Wouldn't mind that, little one." His voice became raspier with anticipation. It seemed like your suggestion had already planted the seed of desire in his mind, for he already started pawing at your body. Nevertheless, your hands caught his wrists to keep him from doing so.

"No, no, no. My makeup is perfect and my dress too expensive for you to ruin it now." You reminded him with a soft laugh.

"Fuck me." The gangster complained but still obliged, keeping his hands to himself. However, the light mood was soon eroded by the question he didn't dare to ask you earlier. Caught in the weight of his demand, his smile dropped a little, "Eeer... Before I leave" He paused, "I wanted to ask you somethin'."

"Hm?"

Arthur let out a long sigh and looked for something inside the pocket of his trousers all the while rambling, "That's a rare occasion tonight. I mean, a good boxing fight with the new Gold lad I coach and an upcoming party that might last all night long y'know. A really great program that is. Exhausting too." His fingers nervously fidgeted with something inside his pocket. His usually relaxed demeanor was replaced by tense shoulders and furrowed brows. Despite his efforts to appear composed, the strain was palpable, lingering in the air as he gathered all his courage. It was after a long hesitation that he finally took a tiny blue vial out and the simple view of it turned your joyful face into deadly ice again.

"Are you serious?" Your voice, a freezing breeze, cut through the air with a stern cadence, "Are you fucking serious, Arthur William Shelby Jr?" Your grip around the small lip gloss you were holding strengthened so much that the skin of your knuckles whitened.

"Hey, that's okay love." Arthur leaned in close. With gentle eyes that mirrored his sincerity, he spoke softly, trying to convey reassurance in each word as your anger simmered. "I didn't take any of it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Nah. Told ya I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice." The gangster lowered his head just like a terrorizing but gentle mutt would do to show his submission, "I wanted to ask if ya allowed me to take some tonight? Ya told me I could if it remained occasional. Wasn't going to take it in your back, I swear." Wrapping yourself in threatening silence, you stood like a tempest in the quiet aftermath, your posture rigid with the echoes of anger. The storm in your eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a contemplative gaze that softened the hard expression of your seraphic face. As the storm clouds of your fury dispersed, a calm determination settled upon you instead. Arthur bit his lips, mustache twitching as he did so, for time seemed suspended as you collected your thoughts and tried to regain control over your fury. You breathed deep and slow while Arthur held his, awaiting your reply and wondering if your reaction would be born from the storm or from the calm eye at its center.

"Give." You said, your melodious and quiet voice breaking the silence, then you snatched the bottle from his hand. Quickly looking to your left and then to your right to make sure no one could interrupt you, you first opened the lipgloss and proceeded to pour the white powder inside your makeup vial. Once this was done, you handed back the empty blue bottle to Arthur and mixed the cocaine with your lipgloss with the help of the small brush, "I have to admit that you're making a great deal of effort. Thank you for asking, I really... Appreciate it." The gangster stood silent and dumbstruck, wondering what the hell you could be doing. "And I did say you could take some snow occasionally." You brought the brush to your lips and carefully applied a great amount of the glistening liquid on your flesh. "So yes, you can take snow tonight... But you'll have to lick it from my lips so that when you kiss me you think I'm God." You smooched your lips together and then smiled, a wicked and tantalizing smirk that sent a sudden wave of fever through his whole being. Arthur swallowed, his gaze fixed upon the enticing curve of your lips. In the stillness of the moment, desire stirred within him, a smoldering ember ignited by the mere sight of you mixed with the sinful words you just spoke. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the subtle movements of your mouth, each gesture a silent invitation that beckoned him closer.

"I already do." He breathed with a low growl, his fervid passion turning his lean body into a shaky mess. With each passing second, the intensity of his longing grew, consuming him in a fiery embrace. His heart pounded in his chest, every fiber of his being yearned to bridge the distance between you, to taste the sweet and spice that lingered on your lips. With no more persuading needed, Arthur grabbed your face rough and let his mouth collide with yours, the kiss as brutal as a car crash. His scorching and rapid breath fanned over your skin as he licked your lips from the right corner to the left, the caress of his warm tongue making you moan against his wet flesh. Caught in the fire of desire — and definitely aroused by his carelessness— your trembling hands found rest upon his back, your nails digging into the expensive fabric of his jacket. An immediate wave of euphoria unfurled in his brain when the cocaine saturated his synapses. As needful moans raised in the corridor, Arthur couldn't tell if that was the drug or you that kickstarted his heart and dilated his pupils, but in any case, he was experiencing the most exquisite high he had ever had.

"Fuck." Arthur grunted with pleasure and gave several other licks until none of your gloss remained, then his tongue forced its way between your lips, not minding whether you had time to catch your breath or not because you were the real drug in the end. His deepest and most maddening addiction. "A fookin" Goddess you are hm."

"Arthur, Tommy's looking for—" Johnny Dog didn't finish his sentence, eyes wide open. " I just interrupted something right?" He finally blurted out, the initial shock of walking into such a steamy scene turning into the most annoying smile ever.

"Yeah, yeah Tommy. Alright." He repeated as he tried to break from the haziness. Arthur grunted, his lips still a few inches away from yours and your erratic breath melting together. Giving him one last peck —far more delicate than what you were doing one minute ago— you mouthed a silent "go" and forced yourself to resist the attraction of the invisible magnet that was inevitably pulling you towards the lanky criminal. "Alright!" Arthur roared when he turned back to you, clasping his hands together and walking to Johnny Dog with a carnivorous grin and dilated pupils. The Lee man slapped the eldest Shelby brother's back and, right before he go, shot you a little wink.

Their voices could still be heard when they walked away.

"Gonna wait a bit longer before getting your dick wet, boy."

"Shut the fuck up you fookin' cunt ay and let's watch the fight. I'm feeling bloodthirsty eh."

Three bodies lay strewn like discarded puppets, their lifeless forms twisted and broken on the blood-flown concrete floor. The once clean backroom had transformed into a nightmare realm of gore and horror that made Tommy's stomach turn upside-down.

"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God — Arthur!"

Amidst the chaos, where the air hung heavy with the acrid and disgusting scent of blood, Tommy's screams echoed far away in the distance as you knelt there, eyes wide open and silent tears streaming down your cheeks, mixed with dark trails of ruined mascara.

"Arthur!"

You let out a muffled whimper, or at least you thought you did as your senses drowned in a deafening symphony of tinnitus, a relentless ringing that echoed in the hollow caverns of your mind. With each pulse of your heart, the sound intensified, threatening to consume the last remnant of sanity you had left. The world around you had seemed to fade into obscurity, your sight blurry and reduced to only one color: red. Vibrant red splattered everywhere, on the walls, and yourself but most of it was on the floor. In fact, the ground itself seemed to writhe beneath the weight of the corpses, as crimson rivers flowed freely, painting the concrete in shades of crimson that gleamed like freshly spilled paint.

"Oh lord please help us, oh Lord, oh Lord..." Polly cried, horrified by the bloodbath as well as by the sight of you clinging to Arthur's limp body. She had already lost one of her nephews and couldn't bear the weight of losing another one. Not her sweet Arthur. Not him, "Heaven!" She called, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you but all you did was scream. A haunting and otherworldly scream which pierced the darkness. A sound so agonizing and inhumane that it seemed to tear at the very fabric of existence. It echoed across the building, carrying with it the weight indescribable of sorrow and despair as your arms tightened your grip around your dying husband.

The tall Italian man twitching on the ground, choking in his own blood, should have been proud of his successful attack on the eldest Shelby brother. And yet, all he could do was stare at you horrified, his eyes reflecting the terror of his soul.

"D— Diàvulu..." He mouthed, as death came like the most wonderful relief, bringing his sinner soul far away from you, for even in Hell he'd feel safer.

Anywhere, as long as you weren't there.

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My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 1

Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta)

Summary: Luca and Aurora Changretta come to the UK to avenge the murder of Luca's brother and father. However, as their volatile marriage unravels, events take an unexpected turn.

Author's Note: This has been on my mind since I created the moodboard ages ago. And it's been requested in several forms, the most recent being a lovely anon who wanted to see Tommy with an American mafia girl. OC Rose Solomons belongs to @raincoffeeandfandoms. Prequel has been posted as phone calls in two parts here and here. I would def recommend reading that before starting this fic! One more part coming soon!

Warnings: language, domestic violence, mention of blood, use of ethnic slur

☀️🌙✨MASTERLIST

Luca stood pointing at a map with his forefinger, tracing a path from the garden to the center of Arrow House, mumbling in a low voice to his men. Thunder rumbled overhead as Aurora made her way into the room, unnoticed by everyone, skirting the perimeter of the room as she listened carefully. When she’d heard enough she spoke up from the back of the room, voice even and measured to show she was in control as much as her husband. “Non sono d’accordo, Luca.”

Luca’s head shot up as he searched between the faces to find his wife, though he thought he’d caught a hint of her perfume moments earlier, taunting him as he attempted to strategize. 

“It’s too risky to approach him at home again,” Aurora declared, stalking toward the desk with cigarette in hand. The smoke parted the men before her arrival at the table and she stamped out her cigarette a bit too forcefully before joining her husband where he stood. Although she hadn’t been invited to give her opinion, she’d been listening to every word, silently judging the ludicrous plan Luca was suggesting.

“Don’t you remember what the intelligence said about his family? They’re gypsies, fucking savages,” she emphasized. “And he’ll be expecting us this time so he'll have even more protection,” Aurora said with a dismissive shake of her head. Luca’s face and neck reddened at the scolding tone of her voice, his blood boiling instantly at the brazen way she dared to usurp his power.

The air grew thick with their silence and as Aurora’s eyes scanned the room, she noticed not one of the men looked in her direction. They shifted uncomfortably as Luca reached for a matchstick, placing it between gritted teeth.

A low growl emitted before his words, causing everyone to stand at attention once more. “And what would you have me do, tesoro?” he said the pet name without any hint of warmth, but Aurora did not back away. In fact, she stepped closer to her husband, standing just below his shoulder as she placed a hand to his forearm gently. 

“I’m only asking that we consider a few more options,” she said diplomatically. Then she reasoned, “There must be another way to get to Tommy Shelby. His sister’s home in London or perhaps one of his factories. We’ll have to wait for him to come to us this time.”

Luca removed the match from his mouth as she spoke, lighting it and held it perilously close to her face as he taunted, “We smoke him out, principessa? Is that what you want?” he asked moving even closer, the flame in danger of catching her loose curls on fire.

Aurora didn’t blink as she watched the flame dance before her eyes. She could feel the heat close to her skin and her pulse quickened. “Basta cosi!,” she warned with raised eyebrow.

As lightning flashed outside the office window the spell was broken, Luca blew out the match with a dark chuckle. Turning to his men he concluded with a wave of his hand, “You heard my wife.” Then rolling up the map before him with haste he added, “We’ll pick this up tomorrow when everyone’s rested.” Everyone filed out, but Matteo and Enzo remained to ensure nothing else was needed for the evening. Aurora remained at the window as Luca instructed, “Seven o’ clock sharp, you understand?” 

“Yes, boss,” Matteo and Enzo replied, trudging toward their rooms. It was only their second night in England and they had not yet acclimated to the time difference. They felt the exhaustion seeping into their bones, the relentless demands weighing on them heavily. 

Before they could move more than a few steps down the corridor, they heard the shouting begin. As the sound of glass shattering broke the crescendo of voices, Matteo ran a hand down his face, a hint of irritation as he sighed heavily. “Do you have the number for the hospital?” he asked his associate.

Enzo nodded slowly. “And the morgue,” he added solemnly, eyes lingering on the doorknob. He didn’t want to listen to the distinct sounds of Luca’s blows striking the object of his ire or Aurora’s muffled cries, but he would have to stand watch until it was over to know how to proceed. 

Luca tired easily tonight and Aurora limped from the suite thirty minutes later, hair disheveled to hide the bruise forming across her cheekbone. She fell once, picking herself up from the hard wooden floor with a sniffle and Matteo and Enzo turned from her as though they hadn’t seen her in ruin, a familiar routine of make believe.

“Let’s get some fucking sleep,” Matteo said when she disappeared into a separate room.

Enzo had just closed the door to his room and kicked off his shoes when the phone began to ring.

“Enzo, what’s going on? Luca hasn’t phoned,” Mr. Sabini grumbled.

“Luca’s been…working on strategy,” Enzo fumbled, thinking of the fight he’d just witnessed. He didn’t dare mention it to Aurora’s father though. Out of everyone who knew of their tumultuous marriage, Antonio Sabini was somehow unaware of his daughter’s plight. 

As if on cue, Antonio asked, “How’s Aurora?” 

Enzo gulped as he thought of a reply. “You know, she’s got her ideas,” he said truthfully.

“That’s my little girl!,” Antonio answered proudly. "She's got a sharp mind and she's good under pressure!" he boasted. "Mark my words, Enzo, this vendetta will end as quickly as it started now that Luca has my Aurora by his side. She won't lose any of our men either because she's much more delicate than he is with these affairs you see. Luca's always been too temperamental," he mused.

"Yeah," Enzo agreed quietly, hoping Mr. Sabini was right.

“Keep me informed. I want to know everything,” Antonio said sternly. “And keep Aurora out of danger if it comes to that.”

“Yes, sir,” Enzo reluctantly agreed, unsure how he was going to keep the promise. 

“And Enzo, buy her blue hydrangeas tomorrow,” Antonio ordered. “They’re her favorite. I don’t want her feeling homesick,” he added softly, the fondness of a memory seeping into his voice and making it much quieter than before.

“Of course,” Enzo said, replacing the heavy receiver in the cradle and falling into bed, only to be awoken an hour later by the sounds of lovemaking in the room next door.

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At seven the next morning, Aurora entered Luca’s office, smiling to herself as she held a large bouquet in her arms. All the men in the room turned to drink in the sight of her glamour, a trait that lived on in her from her exceptionally beautiful mother. Enzo and Matteo exchanged knowing glances as they traced the lines of her face, noting how talented she’d become at hiding the swelling and bruises. 

Although it sickened them to watch, she bent low to capture Luca’s mouth in a tender kiss, pulling away to breath a near silent “mi dispiace” against his lips. For reasons known only to her and Luca, they always fell back into each other’s arms. It was as predictable as the rising sun.

“I know you are, baby,” he replied, turning her out of his lap. 

“Grazie, amore,” she said sweetly holding up the flowers and stroking his cheek adoringly.

Luca knitted his brow, a hint of confusion noticeable, before he glanced up at his wife with a smug grin. “Of course, sweetheart. If you’ll excuse us, there’s business this morning and I think you had your say last night.”

Aurora nodded obediently and went to put the flowers in water as though in a trance. As soon as the door had shut behind her, Luca’s expression changed to a deep grimace. “Which one of you assholes got flowers for my wife?” He leaned forward onto his elbows, awaiting an answer.

Soon Enzo spoke up with a slight tremble in his voice. “It was me, but it wasn’t because of last night, Luca.”

Luca narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Her father asked me to get ‘em,” Enzo clarified with a slight cough, suddenly remembering his lines in the play they were subconsciously rehearsing at any given moment.

“Figlio di puttana!” Luca said, smacking the desk with his palm. “He spoiled her and now look how she acts!”  He shook his head with an indignant scoff, turning to look out the window. “Thank God she married a man like me to keep her in her place, right?”

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“We aren’t in Darby’s territory any more. Where are we going, Luca?,” Aurora asked as the car bumped along the narrow roads. Luca turned to look out the window as though he didn’t hear, second guessing his decision to bring his wife along to the negotiations with the mad baker of Camden Town. However, Aurora would not be ignored. She had played the dutiful wife for weeks so as not to insult his manhood further, but every attempt at moving closer to Tommy Shelby had failed, resulting in multiple casualties. To make matters worse, every man lost was a member of her own family, brought from New York to aid the Changrettas in their vendetta. The idea of losing more men sickened her and she began to consider the possibility that she would have to challenge her husband once more.

Then Luca spoke up, but he only offered a sliver of information. “We’re on our way to Camden Town, alright?” he said before settling back into his seat with a sigh.

Aurora was raised at her father’s elbow watching the deals he made and how he researched his enemies. However, there were things she’d learned on her own as a result of being the only woman in a room full of men. How you had to demure and make them think an idea had been their own. She’d learned the art of manipulation and weaponized it early on as a means of survival. Today called for such an approach.

“An alliance with the Jews? That’s clever,” she praised, hoping her guess was correct. Running a hand along his knee seductively, she waited for Luca to confirm her suspicions.

Luca turned to face his wife, a surprised look on his face. “And how do you know about Alfie Solomons?” 

“He’s connected to the east Boston Jews. But, Darby knows him, of course. Says he’s unpredictable and violent,” Aurora added wearily.

She watched the muscles in Luca’s jaw tighten beneath the shadow of his fedora, knowing he didn’t like Aurora involving herself. Rubbing two fingers against his chin thoughtfully, he dismissed her concern. “I’ve spoken to your father and he approves. That’s all you need to know,” Luca said firmly.

“I wish you would tell me more about today,” she cajoled.

“No, amore. Not this time,” Luca said, clasping his large fingers over her gloved hand and giving her a squeeze that bordered on painful reprimand.

As the car jerked to a stop in front of a dilapidated building in Camden Town, she turned to her husband and took once last desperate chance as they exited the vehicle. “Luca, let me speak to Mr. Solomons. A woman’s touch to the negotiations might be just the thing to keep him from erupting,” she said innocently.

This infuriated Luca and he pulled her back, making her stumble on the rough cobblestones. “Like hell you will. This is my deal!” he spat.

“That concerns my family name and my blood!” Aurora retaliated, batting at his chest with her fists, unable to control herself further.

Luca’s eyes blazed with fury, striking her with full force and causing her to fall to the ground. Landing on rough stone, she sliced her arm as she hit, immaculate clothing ruined in the filthy street.

“Get the fuck up,” Luca commanded through clenched teeth.

Aurora winced involuntarily as she pushed her body forward, feeling the pain in her arm throb as soon as he placed weight onto her hand and blood trickle from her nose. “Vaffanculo!” she yelled, placing her fingertips to her chin and thrusting them toward him. 

Luca leaned down and dragged her to her feet, fingers digging into her flesh as he swore, "You make any more trouble for me and I swear to God you'll die here, Aurora. No one will know the difference if I tell them the Shelbys did it," he hissed in her ear as a small woman with dark hair appeared before them. 

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, looking the couple up and down, hands on her hips with more authority than someone her size ought to have. 

Luca released his wife immediately, straightening her clothes as he painted on a charming smile. “She fell on the cobblestones,” he explained smoothly. “I’m here to see Alfie Solomons. Is he in?” he inquired as he stepped forward, seeming to forget his wife in distress.

“Depends on whose asking,” the woman replied, glancing at Aurora with concern. 

Luca removed his hat as he introduced himself. “I’m Luca Changretta,” he said, extending a hand.

Thoroughly unimpressed by his charisma, the tiny woman tilted her head at him. “And who is she?” 

Luca coughed to cover his embarrassment. “This is my wife, Aurora. She’ll be staying outside,” he said with a pointed look at his wife, who stood, cradling her arm.

“If you want to see my husband, I insist this woman come in as well. She requires medical attention,” Rose said sternly. 

“If you insist,” Luca said, pursing his lips. 

“I insist,” the woman said with a definitive nod. “I’m Rose Solomons, Alfie’s wife. Come in,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“Darling,” Luca said with a sneer, extending his arm toward Aurora.

Aurora pushed past him and followed Rose inside. Luca followed two steps behind, removing a match from his pocket and chewing it ferociously. He didn’t like being humiliated by the Solomons woman and made a mental note to make Alfie pay dearly for it.

As Luca was shown to Alfie’s office, Rose took Aurora to a separate part of the distillery. Her interest was peaked now that she’d witnessed something between husband and wife that felt unsavory. The Solomons’ liked to make it their business to know everything about their associates and this felt like something worth noting.

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Rose expected someone quite different from the woman she was meeting today. She’d heard Aurora Changretta was a tigress, someone who never gave an inch to her enemies. However, the woman who stood before her bloodied and broken was not in a position to argue. She might listen to the plea on Rose’s lips so she began in earnest.

As Rose handed over a flannel dipped in cool water, she admitted what she wanted. “I’ll be blunt, Mrs. Changretta. My Alfie has cancer. He’s riddled with it. The doctors say it’s probably from the gas during the war,” she explained with furrowed brow as though she didn’t understand or believe the words that came from her lips. However, Aurora knew them to be true. They were the admission of someone who loved deeply and had not yet come to terms with an imminent loss. 

“I’m sorry,” Aurora responded. “But I don’t see how I can help,” she admitted.

Rose cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height. “You can get that man out there to go home. Leave us in peace for the days we have left,” she asserted.

Aurora bit her lip to keep a bitter laugh from escaping. Instead she just shook her head. Taking a deep breath she turned to Rose and spoke slowly to make the other woman realize her predicament. “You think I tell him the ways of the world? No, he doesn’t answer to me,” she admitted, dabbing at her wounds. “He has very little use for me these days,” Aurora admitted in a soft whisper.

"I thought your family ran New York?" Rose asked slightly confused.

"And now it's my husband so you see we're bound," Aurora replied with a look of resolve.

Rose took in the sight before her, bruises covered by layers of make up, bones badly healed over time. The limp when she walked inside and the arm she cradled gingerly now. This was a woman who knew suffering and yet there was tenacity in her hazel eyes that couldn't be denied. It was this strength Rose appealed to now.

“You’d die by his hand? Because that’s where you’re headed, love,” Rose warned, recalling her own difficult past. “Won’t you try?”

Aurora paused for a moment, a trickle of bloody water running down her elbow as she washed. This went against everything Aurora had ever been taught. You never spoke against your family, no matter what happened. Her parents ingrained that in her at an early age. However, her parents’ marriage had been one based on love and respect. No matter how many times they reconciled, she and Luca did not carry the same affection.

As she sat in the damp distillery, listening to the distant sound of machinery, she thought of her future with Luca and his intention to crush her beneath him became abundantly clear. He didn’t care for her as he once did. When the money and the resources were gone, he would dispose of her.

Finally Aurora mumbled one word into the darkness of the small room, keeping her voice low in case Luca was nearby. “How?”

Rose inhaled a sharp breath, chin rising suddenly with renewed hope to meet Aurora’s wide eyes, full of questions and doubt. She knew how hard it would be to ask this of kind of trust from a stranger, but if she could convince her to take the first step, the rest would fall into place.

“We get you to Tommy Shelby,” Rose said confidently.

Aurora shook her head violently. “No, please. He’ll kill me.”

“He won’t. He’s not Luca,” Rose promised, rushing the rest of her speech for fear Aurora might bolt in fear. “This vendetta was started by the Changrettas and your husband is using your family to fund his war. Now he’s asking my husband to help. It won’t stop unless we say so. We can stop him, Aurora. Will you join me?” Rose asked, reaching for Aurora’s bloodied hand.

Aurora’s lip trembled thinking of crossing Luca, but she had had enough. If there was one thing her father taught her it was to fight for her own interests and she knew she still had fight within her. 

“Yes, I’ll help you,” Aurora agreed on a shaky breath, reaching for Rose.

“We’ll protect you, I promise,” Rose said, intertwining her fingers with Aurora’s stained fingertips. The blood that tainted her would soon be washed clean.

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It had taken another week and several clandestine phone calls before Aurora could steal away to meet Rose. She’d convinced Luca that she needed medicine for her cuts and he allowed her to leave the hotel though she knew she didn’t have long. Rose knew a man who could help them meet in neutral territory, but it would be brief as Luca sent someone to watch over Aurora whenever she left. With that in mind, Aurora stole away one afternoon wondering if this was all a mistake.

The bell above the door of the chemist rang out and Aurora took a deep breath, scanning the small shop for Rose. The tiny woman stood in the corner, observing a box as though she were another patron and when she spied Aurora she beckoned to her. Aurora felt her heart thundering in her chest as she followed Rose through a narrow doorway, descending a dark staircase. However, it was far too late to reconsider and she marched ahead with as much courage as she could muster.

Aurora soon found herself face to face with Tommy Shelby who paced the length of a small, dimly lit room. She knew him instantly from photographs and descriptions of his deep blue eyes like two pools that could drown you if you stared too long. The moment she entered, she was mesmerized by him.

“You killed my wife,” Tommy said, a stillness coming over his features when he caught sight of his enemy. Aurora sucked in a breath, recognizing the inherent danger facing her. Violent men all had the same deceiving comportment, a snake coiled and ready to strike. 

“Tommy, please....” Rose interjected in a pleading tone, willing the meeting to continue. Rose glanced at Aurora and noticed a visible change in her demeanor, a hardening of her exterior as she refused to show any kind of weakness.

“Luca killed your wife. I only tried to kill you,” Aurora said defiantly, head held high.

A moment of silence passed as Tommy considered Aurora. Then she spoke again, "You misunderstand, Mr. Shelby. I'm trying to end this. It was never my fight," she said softly, feeling the weight of every life lost in service to her and the family.

“If this wasn’t your fight, why the fuck are you supplying your husband enough money and soldiers to overthrow the British empire, love?” Tommy countered.

“Loyalty. I hear that you’re like me when it comes to your family, Mr. Shelby. You would do anything to protect them. I didn’t agree with my husband, but I promised to protect him….”

“Do you honestly think he’d do the same for you?,” Tommy asked, blue eyes icing over to match the chill in his voice. He knew he was being cruel, but he had to test her in this moment to see if she would crumble.

“I have no illusions about our marriage,” Aurora confided on a low breath. She forced herself to make eye contact as she said, “That's why I'm here. Rose told me you might be willing to strike a bargain.”

Tommy scoffed, turning away from Aurora and she worried what she’d been told about his mercy was false. 

“Fucking hell, Tommy. She’s here and she’s willing to talk. Isn’t that enough?” Rose asked.

Tommy turned with a look of warning, “Alright, give him up.”

“What?” Aurora asked.

“Give up your husband and we’ll call it even,” Tommy demanded.

Aurora swallowed harshly, considering the choices at her disposal. Stay and see more bloodshed or end it with one final betrayal. It took only a fraction of a second to see the choice she had to make. 

“An ambush,” Aurora agreed quietly, fixing her gaze on Tommy. “But we have to make Luca think you aren’t expecting him. That he can take the shot.”

A smug look came over Tommy's handsome face. "You are as ruthless as they say, aren't you?" he commented. Then just as suddenly the amusement in his features disappeared and he turned stone faced once more. “How do I know I can trust you?” Tommy asked.

Aurora began to laugh bitterly.

“That’s fucking funny to you?” Tommy asked.

Aurora shook her head as a tear fell from her cheek, the enormity of her decision causing her to fall into a momentary fit of insanity. “He married me and he saw cashmere, cologne, red racing cars…All I wanted was love. It wasn't supposed to be like this,” she sniffed as she looked away from him, trying to catch her breath and regain composure. She pushed the pain away and felt her anger rise up in its place, “I just want out, you understand? I want out from under him," she confided, her whole body beginning to shake. 

Rose approached her and covered her with her shawl. “It’s alright, Aurora. You’re going to be alright,” she promised, looking to Tommy.

“Artillery Square, two days time,” he said with a satisfactory nod. 

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[zablife]

In Blood and Bond

Author's Note: Written for @peakyswritings 2K celebration. Congrats again, darling! I hope you enjoy this short, but spooky tale 🕷️ Aurora Changretta is my OC and Luca's wife.

Warnings: vampire AU, dub con, mention of blood

“You make bad decisions when you’re grieving,” Polly warned her nephew, not to be cruel, but because he needed reminding when the odds were against them. One mistake could bring ruin upon the entire family and they were already in a precarious position, hunted like animals by the Changrettas. It was true that Tommy wasn't thinking clearly since Grace’s murder, leaving traces of himself all over the city for Luca to follow in a dangerous dance of death. It would continue until Tommy dared take the one thing forbidden even to him. 

He noticed her the first night she arrived, her intoxicating scent wafting through the air in torturous waves that beckoned him like a siren song. Drawn to her window with the cool evening breeze, he watched her through the lace curtains, mouth agape as she threw the blankets from her voluptuous form in restless fits. She must have known when he was near because her nightmares were particularly vivid, causing a rush of blood to course through her veins, pumping her heart until she thought it might burst. Waking with flushed cheeks, she called out for someone to help her, but her husband was never there. He was traipsing through the streets of Birmingham to hunt monsters, leaving her alone and terrified.

On the second full moon, Tommy could no longer bear the sound of her cries or the desperate need to feel the warmth of her soft skin. Without her husband to protect her, she was ripe for the taking and he had only to grasp the very fruit he desired once he made up his mind. In an instant he was upon her, eyes lulling her into a hypnotic daze. He scooped her body into his arms, feeling the crush of her breasts against his chest, her hair falling over his shoulder so closely he could smell the lavender of her nightly bath. John and Arthur’s combined strength could not stop their brother’s self destructive ways that night as he whisked her away to Arrow House, intent on having her all to himself. 

In the comfort of his mansion he drained her body of the life he’d longed to savor all those nights watching from the shadows. He took his time, cradling her delicate neck and stroking over the veins in her wrist, never wanting their time to end. But as he hovered over her weakened body, the faint echo of her pulse dying on his ears, he watched her arm reach for him. In that moment he knew she wanted to be free of a life of neglect and pain, to be his forever. Without hesitation, he bid her drink from him and watched her grasp his muscular arm tightly as she sucked in unabashed hunger.

It was a thrilling moment for Tommy when he sat back to watch the transformation take place. He had only witnessed it on a few occasions in his lifetime and this was the rarest bond of them all because she had been made from his own blood. He swelled with pride at the thought of his conquest who still clutched to his side, blood seeping down her chin. If Luca wanted him struck down, he would need all his prayers and courage to do so for he would now have to drive his stake through them both. Aurora belonged to a new master. 

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