ARTHUR: You, Er, You Go To Your Meeting ...

ARTHUR: You, er, you go to your meeting ...

hi, congrats on 10k!!! could i request a baby blurb of reader taking care of arthur shelby? any context, just feel like i don’t see too much of him any more!! <3

Thank you! And yes, I’ve missed writing for Arthur too <3

Warnings: blood, injury, reference to fighting, swearing

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Polly groaned as Arthur and john stumbled into the snug, their faces bloody. John was holding a handkerchief to his nose, Arthur had a gash on his cheek.

Your eyes flashed as they explained the brawl they’d come from, and you rolled your eyes as John laughed cockily, before you turned to your husband.

“You. Sit,” you said sternly, hands on your hips as you nodded to the booth. John laughed, commenting that Arthur was definitely in trouble, but a glare from you shut him up.

You sighed as you fussed over Arthur, tutting as you examined his face. “Well, you should count yourself lucky you don’t need stitches,” you told him, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead despite your frustration. “This’ll sting,” you said quickly, before holding a clean handkerchief soaked in gin to his cut cheek.

Arthur groaned, his hand gripping yours and you smiled weakly as he squeezed, his teeth gritted. “Sorry love,” he said gruffly. You hummed in acceptance, cleaning his wound.

“You’re forgiven,” you told him fondly, kissing him gently. “Now hold that on your cheek until the bleeding stops, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Thanks love, patching me up… don’t know what I’d do without you,”

Quick sketch of Arthur Shelby<3

I sat down to do tiny drawings of eyes and such, and somehow I ended up with one big sketch of this guy...

Also, I can't seem to draw his lips properly for the love of God😂

Gelato

Luca Changretta x pregnant reader

Summary: Luca loves spoiling his pregnant wife with little surprises. Today the treat is gelato.

Author’s Note: A bit of fluff I was imagining after writing my Luca x reader x Jack fic “Salvation.” My personal head canon that Luca is a foodie. 

Warnings: none

“Close your eyes, vita mia,” Luca whispered playfully in your ear. You turned to face him, eyebrow raised questioningly and he tutted at you.  “Alright, I’ll close them, but what are you up to now?” you asked in mock annoyance, your broad grin giving you away. Luca was always surprising you with little trinkets and treats. You wondered what it would be today.

Playing along, you covered your eyes with one hand. Luca took your other hand in his, gently pulling you to the table on the sunny terrace. He sat you carefully on a cushioned chair, waiting for you to ease yourself down. It wasn’t easy in your advanced stage of pregnancy, but you managed. You couldn’t help peeking through a crack in your fingers, an impish giggle escaping your lips. You saw Luca holding a spoon of ice cream to your mouth at the same time you felt the cool sensation on your lips. “Open,” he instructed with a smile.

Dropping your hand from your eyes, you opened your mouth slowly, extending your tongue to lick the frosted spoon. It tasted of sweet cherries. “Mmmm, delicious,” you pronounced.

Inspecting the bowl Luca held, you noticed layers of pink, green and brown all melting together. “Rainbow ice cream?” you asked quirking an eyebrow in confusion. You’d never seen anything like this in Boston. You’d only had plain chocolate and vanilla. 

Luca chuckled, “Spumoni gelato, amore. It's cherry, pistachio and chocolate. Would you like to try the pistachio next?”

You nodded eagerly. Feeding you another spoonful of the dessert, you felt a strong kick in your belly. “He likes the pistachio, Luca,” you said pulling Luca’s free hand to your stomach. Luca’s ringed hand caressed your bump and the babe kicked once more for his father. “I think you’re right,” Luca said looking at you adoringly. 

Picking up the bowl once more he asked, “Do you taste the difference?” You nodded, opening your mouth for another bite. “Gelato is milk and eggs. It’s denser and more flavorful than ice cream,” Luca explained.

“Yes, I think I could eat it every day!” you exclaimed licking your sticky lips. “But I shouldn’t eat all of this by myself. Won’t you have some too?” you asked looking at the bowl and back up to Luca’s eyes. Luca reached forward to wipe gelato from the corner of your mouth gently with his thumb. “No, this is for you and Salvatore,” he replied before feeding you the remainder of the cool treat.

| POLLY'S WARDROBE | S1 | S2 |

Polly's presentation feels such a powerful in this season, where S1 was mostly a few core suits and outits that established her as a stoic voice of reason, now we have more colour introduced, her hair is less controlled, you can feel there's been a change. There's also a lot going on behind the scenes - like the small children's toys Helen bought simply to keep the moment she found out Polly had lost children. The switch back to a suit reminiscent of her ones in S1 the moment Michael is taken feels significant to me, like her defences are being put up again. The reclamation fo power in the finale is amplfiied by that outfit, the way it also looks like a wound inflcited on her, one so blatant against the white and yet nobody around her seems to notice. It's poetic.