#luca 😘

[nowhere-to-go-but-here]

A brief but lovely interview clip with Luca speaking in English! His responses are so thoughtful, almost poetic ❤️

From here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_kqmz3Cxyp/?igsh=aW9vcm91NzZndG84

[k-wame]

as Eugene Allerton | Queer (2024)

[imactuallyreallycool]

Between season 3-4 byler angst

[simmersofia]

Autumn Windenburg, 7:47 AM

Lucas: SCHOOL’S BACK SCHOOL’S BACK LET’S GOOOOO!

W: Hey buddy, please don’t act this excited about school when you actually get there. Trust me, it will save you a lot of years of brutal bullying.

L: I don’t get bullied, everyone loves me!

W: Hah! Guess that’s true, man must be nice to actually have a likable personality.

L: I like you.

G: I don’t.

M: Shut it, Gunther.

Mi: Okay, everybody out NOW! I can literally see the bus coming out the window.

[zablife]

Monsters in the Closet

Luca Changretta x OC (Aveline)

A/N: Monsters in the closet, requested by @justrainandcoffee. Aveline is her OC. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Divider credit: @wethairjoel

Warnings: mention of blood, death Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

Despite his aunt's desperate plea not to make a sound as he passed through the darkened hallways, the boy's new shoes made a distinct scuffing noise on every step of the winding staircase. The child cringed as he heard the echo reverberate down to the floors below, heart pounding in his chest at the thought of coming face to face with the Raven.

He'd never seen her, but the legend of a tall, dark skinned woman who brought death and destruction had traveled quickly in Birmingham. Told and retold like a campfire story meant to send shivers down your spine, her whereabouts were teased by those who claimed to have seen her entering the city with her lover, Luca Changretta.

At eight years of age, Edward was the youngest of the lads in his neighborhood and often tormented for their amusement. Therefore, he hadn't believed a word of their account. It wasn't until Mr. Shelby arrived late that afternoon with a warning to shelter in place that the whispers became reality. The gangster assured them the Italians hadn't specifically come for the people of Small Heath, so he enlisted Edward's help as a lookout. And in her blind devotion, his aunt uttered a reluctant blessing.

That's how the child found himself creeping along the darkened corridor for a better vantage point. Within minutes, the noise of an approaching car in the courtyard gave him pause. Poking his head out the third floor window, he witnessed a group of men emerge from a bread truck with guns in hand. Suppressing a gasp, he watched as a tall couple emerged hand in hand. "The Italian and the Raven," he whispered to himself, biting his lip the moment his voice began to echo around him.

Quaking with fear, he climbed the last flight of steps in search of Mr. Shelby. As he spotted the peaked cap in a nearby doorway, he ran to deliver the message about the incoming Italians only to be stopped in his tracks by the words, "These bastards will kill kids!"

Eyes widening at the prospect, he peered around the corner to find a woman placing a hand to her child's mouth to silence its cries. She too had tears in her eyes as she ran past him toward his aunt's flat for sanctuary and Edward began to wonder why he hadn't been allowed to do the same.

With fear clawing at his insides, he entered the silent room, Mr. Shelby waiting with stern gaze for the report.

"S-s-south entrance," the boy stuttered out, unable to say more through chattering teeth.

Raising a gloved finger to his lips, the gangster stole away to the roof, leaving the boy to watch his dark coattails disappear down the hall.

Abandoned in the empty flat, the child waited, holding his breath as he heard the distinct sound of the downstairs door splintering beneath someone's boot. Trance broken by the sound of several men advancing, he hid himself away in the closet. The boy shrunk down and hugged his knees tightly to his chest, hoping to avoid detection. For now he knew if he made a sound, he'd be dead.

"He's here isn't he?" a man with a thick accent interrogated someone on the floor beneath him. The world had gone still and it was easy to hear her through the thin walls.

"No...No please...," the occupant insisted before a gunshot cut his plea short.

The boy covered his ears with his hands, wishing to block it all out. However, the pounding of heavy footsteps grew closer and his heart thundered at the prospect of being found. His breathing came in quick gasps despite his attempts to breathe normally as long, elegant fingers pried at the door to his hiding place.

The light broke free first, afternoon sunshine beaming upon his angelic face. He felt its warmth despite the way he tried to screw his eyelids shut against it, hoping he hadn't really been found. But when he glanced up, he froze in horror at the sight of the formidable presence towering above him, the raven tattoo on her shoulder the signature on his death warrant.

"Please don't kill me," he found himself panting in the thick air that surrounded him.

The woman studied him for a long moment before addressing the terrified child. "You think I'd hurt you?" she asked, a note of tenderness in her voice.

"You're the Raven! Mr. Shelby said you kill kids!" he shouted in an unexpected show of strength.

The woman bent down to his level, eye to eye as she calmly replied, "My name is Aveline and I want to help you." The gentle reassurance came as a shock to him and he found his rapid heartbeat subsiding as he watched her beguiling eyes soften toward him.

"How?" he huffed out in an anxious breath.

With two fingers she lifted his chin slowly to meet her gaze as she promised, "Tell me where Thomas Shelby is and you won't have to live in fear any longer." Her voice was as soft as summer rain and the boy couldn't help but lean into her delicate touch.

"I-I don't know where he is," he lied at first, thinking only of the grave warnings he'd been given about her. But the longer he spent in Aveline's tranquil presence, the less convinced he became that she was indeed an evil woman.

A warm smile spread across her face as she realized he might be ready to trust her and so she persisted in her appeal to him. "Thomas Shelby has never been your protector, but I will," she promised. "Come with me and you'll see."

He knew what she said was true as Mr. Shelby had shown utter disregard for his safety so he might save his own skin. As anger bubbled up inside him, he thought of his father's life lost in service to the same man. That's when Edward began to consider a life away from this dirty city and abject poverty even the Shelbys couldn't alleviate. After a moment, he nodded vigorously as he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"You're a clever boy so I'm sure if you think carefully, you can tell me which way he went."

The boy stood from his hiding place, suddenly emboldened by her praise and his newfound sense of power. "That way!" he answered in a firm, clear voice, pointing above their heads to the roof.

Avenline beamed with pride, dispatching one of her men to inform Luca of their enemy's location.

Taking the boy by the hand, she lead him to the stairwell, readying herself for a swift exit. As she heard another round of gunfire ring out, she shielded the child with her body, covering him until she was certain the danger had passed.

A whistle from one of her men indicated it was now safe and she hurried to the roof to find Luca with Edward following closely behind. The crisp white linens hanging out to dry billowed in the cool breeze, providing a dizzying maze of white that obscured his vision. But then a sudden gust removed the impediment, revealing blood spatter across the ground. His jaw gaped at the intermittent glimpses of Tommy Shelby's body lying in a pool of blood.

Turning away from the sickening sight, he was met with a triumphant Italian. Thankful prayers filled the air as Luca remembered his brother and father, along with a kiss to the gold cross hanging at his neck.

Aveline waited for him to emerge from behind the billowing curtain before acknowledging the child who made their plan complete. As he approached, Luca gazed at him with gratitude, "What's your name?"

"Edward, sir," the boy proclaimed, voice tinged with awe and wonder.

"You did well, Edward," Luca nodded thoughtfully, looking to Aveline in silent agreement.

"It's time to go," she announced, taking the child by the hand and descending the steps toward the waiting car outside. "Don't look back," she advised, but Edward found he had no desire. Lacking any sentimentality toward the crumbling building, he was eager for all that was to come.

When the children of Small Heath retold the story, they added a few gory details. Some claimed he'd been taken against his will to punish the people of the city. Others accused Edward of being the one to shoot Mr. Shelby.

His own family could find solace in neither account, his aunt eventually succumbing to a broken heart. On her deathbed she insisted her nephew had been hiding from monsters, but she could never accept the possibility that he'd made friends with them.

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[moonschocolate]

it's time to reveal myself for who i truly am.

la mia celebrity crush è luca ravenna

#sorrynotsorry

[themeganator5000]

It’s not really about scent kinks

(but it’s not really not about scent kinks)

[hellofanidea]

OOOHHHH PROMPTS!

"I really shouldn't be enabling your attempts at procrastination, but what the hell-- let's go get coffee."

hehehe love you 😘

Lucas took a deep breath, then blew it out. He grabbed Teddy's wrist, held it, and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I love you," he said, with complete sincerity.

Then he breezed right out of the door, leaving a stunned speechless Teddy blinking at the wallpaper.

[lighthouseas]

the party + snacks that they vibe with. because. i feel like it

also please note idk when any of these snacks (specifically the branded ones) were invented so like. just ignore that okay this is just for fun

el: HUMMUS ENTHUSIAST. she discovers the glories of hummus and never lets it go. has several tubs of it in her fridge and whenever will visits when they're older he's like. el. What The Fuck. her favorite thing to dip in hummus is pretzels. or carrots. yum

mike: i feel like he'd eat fruit roll ups. don't ask me why i think this i just think he'd think they're neat. i also think he would attempt the fruit by the foot challenge with dustin and lucas (the one noah and millie did that one time) and lose so bad that he chokes. he still likes them though. yummers

lucas: GOLDFISH. HE LOVES GOLDFISH. specifically the extra cheddar ones . has a STOCK of them in the pantry. eats them straight from the bag as god intended. is also partial to goldfish + raisin combinations. he loves goldfish okay. he's so Me

dustin: resident yogurt enthusiast. specifically , like, banilla (banana and vanilla) yogurt. also can see him making homemade yogurt and educating everyone on how it's made whilst doing so. anyway. he probably has a specific brand he prefers but he loves his yogurt 🙏

will: popcorn. smartfood. loooooves popcorn mm mm mm. he likes cheesy popcorn mostly, like the stuff that comes in bags (so...smartfood). HATES DESPISES kettle corn. he can vibe with caramel corn SOMETIMES. his absolute favorite is just good old fashioned movie theater popcorn though 🍿

max: APPLES AND PEANUT BUTTER SHE IS SOOOOO ME. feeling sad? slices up some apples and dips em in peanut butter straight from the jar. SMOOTH peanut butter though never chunky. delicious. she loves it. discovers it one day and now she can't get enough. el and max the resident Snack Dippers it's true !!

[mugiwara-lucy]

“Basketball school!” Brooke is such a hoot! 🤣

[stickypiratepeach]

[nowhere-to-go-but-here]

My favouritest luca - smiley!luca!

Photos by Giovanna Onofri, taken from his insta.

Also bonus blurry screen shot from here because he just looks so good in this interview! His hair is so pretty right now, we were robbed in the photos ops cos of the silly beanie

[bornbreathless-archive]

This is your regular reminder that if you make any kind of verse or au with me I will eventually find a way to try and make it so ridiculous and convoluted and I will not apologise for it

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

luca as a barbie doll please please please

Thanks, love!!

Liberation Luca wears her trousers tucked into her boots, a sweater, and a brown leather jacket. Her hair is plaited, and she comes with a copy of her mother's book, a bottle of wine, and a baseball bat

[OC Barbie Ask Game]

[lucasthelesbian]

*pokes repeatedly*

Pokes back

heheeeee

[oftimeslostlongago]

"So let me get this right, you woke up here... and your son was suddenly an adult as well?" oh that was not something he needed to hear right now. He'd been hoping if he was here then the twins and Elora would be safe with Sorsha. Elora especially couldn't be here, she was the future. Even now they'd been in talks of ways to keep her safe, because right now as their daughter, she was too exposed. "I have babies back home... I need them to stay babies... and not try to kill me".

@demongemz for Han