#heaven x eva

[evita-shelby]

Garden of Eden

Part II

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Cw: infidelity, toxic relationships, pregnancy

Paradise comes crashing down when he confronts her with the truth.

“How could you do this to me, to us?” He does not shout, instead he drinks and looks at her as he tossed the photographs of her and Heaven across the desk.

And because she cannot fucking explain why she thought they could have it all, that she could love two people when one refuses to even think love can be shared, Eva says nothing.

How can she tell him that she loves him, that she loves her and that despite what it looks like, Tommy is the only person she could ever wish to be married to?

Eva loves Heaven, but never the way she loves Tommy.

Tommy is the only man she’s ever wanted, the one who makes her feel understood and loved and safe. The father of her children, her partner in life and business and everything in between.

And now she had lost him.

She knows she has and that hurts more than losing Heaven.

Because if she were given a choice, it would always be Tommy.

Just as she knows Heaven would choose Arthur, and Eva would understand.

Her marriage dies tonight as she stands there in white like a bride.

“I’m sorry, Tom, I never wanted to hurt you.”

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months.

Arthur and Heaven have left their lives, only the brothers stay connected. Arthur forgave Heaven, whether because he doesn��t know how long it went or because he’s too under her spell, Eva doesn’t know.

First, he stops letting her in, then spends more time at work to avoid her, and last, he gives into his anger and fucks another woman.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? How does it feel to be paid with the same coin?” he asks, drunk, smelling of his secretary and touching Eva with all the want they still have for each other.

And she says nothing, because she knows she deserves the pain and humiliation from being betrayed just as she betrayed him.

He moves to a different room after, the one connected to hers so that the children don’t realize they do not sleep in the same bed.

Not that it gets past them, he is cold and distant now, even to Charlie and Diane who do not understand what’s going on.

She wants to leave, to stop hurting themselves and heal away from each other, but once you marry a Shelby your only choice is to die a Shelby.

Well, she was a Riley and a Smith before him, her husband is powerful, but so is she.

It doesn’t take much to get a lawyer and the necessary things to disappear out of his life.

And yet, Eva lets herself get caught.

Because deep in her heart, she burns to be with him still. The witch wants to see what remains in the ashes of paradise before she leaves it all behind.

“You won’t leave, just as I won’t leave either. No one else loves you like I do, and you won’t love anyone else like you love me.”

This he says burning the papers she’s gotten her cousins to give her.

This he says telling her that he’s fucked Lizzie and Jessie Eden and even May and that when he came, it was Eva’s name he said all those times.

“We are a match made in hell, sweetheart.

I can’t get you out of my fucking heart, and I don’t want to.”

That night they fuck, rough and angry and a strangely shameful after when he leaves her bed and stumbles into his.

That night Gabriel is conceived and for a moment Eva has hope.

Sure, it is too soon after Diane, but this baby could be what breathes life into what was once paradise.

When she tells him, she stands there in the same office where six months ago it all came crashing down.

Things do not return to the way they were before, but he is back beside her in bed, where they know someone who understands and loves them is beside them. He comes home more often, dismissed Lizzie and sent her out of her sight, and, for a moment, it looks like things will be better.

They campaign together, the perfect man with the perfect family.

Socialists to their core, hard working and just interesting enough to have you vote for him.

“Give me your hand,” she says when she goes in unannounced to his office in Digbeth for a visit.

He is still cool, but he has thawed enough to fan the flames of her hope. He won’t trust her again despite her giving him no reason to think there will be an encore of what happened between her and Heaven.

She deserves that, she knows she does and yet, she longs for what she had and threw away to chase after that spark she felt with Heaven.

She is Eve looking mournfully at all she cost them when God banished them from Eden.

She is Eve cursed to be mad in love with a man who’s only sin was loving her.

Eva is roughly five months pregnant when things finally seem to be healing between them.

They have not talked about it, except that she made a mistake that she will spend the rest of her life paying for because she doesn’t want to lose him.

His hand is warm under hers, the coldness of his rings feeling foreign to her touch even though she’s held and kissed his hand for six years now.

And yet, all that strangeness that has crept in between them melts away when they feel the baby kick underneath their hands.

“Will you ever forgive me?” Eva asks when he gives her a real smile, one that is warmer than any gesture thus far.

“I don’t know.”

[evita-shelby]

Oh this is better than i ever imagined 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for writing this 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Seeing your asks about au love stories for Heaveb, and i got to ask: how would an Eva x Heaven story look like?

Ref to this Ask AU

JULI. THIS IS A FANTASTIC QUESTION. I’m enjoying this far too much, so my ask box is definitely open for this kind of shipping game with Heaven. (Arthur is yelling now lmao “stoppp stealing me angel arghhhhh 😭”). Honestly, I got a little bit excited with this because my mind buzzed with ideas for our two witches.

“You’re the moon of my life, Eva.” “And you’re the light in my darkness.”

• Following Arthur’s death in the boxing ring attack, Heaven went into a downward spiral. The women meet for the first time in the nearby forest when Heaven attempted to kill herself by drowning in a river. Eva was wandering in the wild, needing a pause from the city’s noise, when she was struck by prophetic instincts.

• Her witch’s visions led her to Heaven and, when she sensed she was a witch like her (the very first and incredibly powerful she’s met) Eva saved her. In fact, our elegant Eva didn’t mind ruining her expensive black dress.

• Back to the ground, she pressed her soft and intoxicating lips on the pale woman’s to breathe her back to life — As soon as their flesh collapsed together, Heaven reopened her eyes and felt an indescribable fire lighting up within. A fire she had thought extinguished when her sweet Arthur died in her arms.

• “Dying is for the weak, ángel, and you’re no weak.” She whispered, “You’re a wonderful creature and I’ll make you reach your full potential.” Her voice lost itself in the wind, like the threatening rumble of a far away storm. That’s how Eva decided to bring her home.

• Luca and Eva had a heated argument about her: “She’s Arthur Shelby’s fucking window!! We’ve killed her husband, don’t you think she’ll be a danger to us? She’ll avenge him. Please, my Queen, this is not a good idea.”

_ “She stays or I leave with her.” That was the only thing she said in the whole discussion, her dark eyes glistening with confidence and authority. Luca knew he had lost.

• Eva took care of Heaven for months, for the poor angel was in a half-catatonic state. She would spend most of her time with Heaven, taking baths with her, changing her whole dressing, and bringing her in art galleries to change her mind. Soon, Eva became the only person she trusts and loves with all her heart.

• When Heaven starts getting better, our powerful Eva teaches her to use her power properly. One night they are in the forest, dancing around a bonfire, and pulls even in her arms to kiss her. They make love for the first time.

• At first Luca was jealous, but he rapidly understands that the two witches are inseparable. Somehow, they end up forming a polyamory couple.

• Heaven loves sex with the two of them, and it can get very tender and sensual, but her favorite moments are still when she’s alone with her Eva.

• She sometimes weeps when Luca hugs her in bed, for the sensation of his slender arms around her body reminds her of Arthur. Eva, behind her, kisses her shoulder tenderly and whispers lovely and reassuring sentences in Spanish to soothe her.

• Loved and cared for, Heaven’s hatred for Tommy grows more and more. She firmly believes that Arthur’s and John’s death are his fault. She just remains worried for Polly and Ada.

• As time passes, Heaven is always by Eva’s side. She has become Eva’s lover and personal body guard, even if she’s far more able to defend herself. I like to picture our goth Queen Eva sitting on a sofa with a glass of wine in her hand, and caressing her angel’s hair with the other. Heaven would sit on the floor scattered with comfortable cushions, next to the sofa. She would be ready to poison and kill at her command.

• Heaven is the only one who manages to calm down Eva when her bad memories come to haunt her. She lays with her in bed, all naked, and gently stroke her long dark hair until Eva falls asleep. Sometimes, Heaven sings for her.

• “Eva is the Queen, and God has mercy on those who disrespect her royal mistress.”

Okay gonna stop her because I could write a whole series about the two of them. I know it’s quite original so I hope you’ll like it, Juli. 🤍✨

✞ Heaven is you in the Arthur x Reader!OC Heaven in your Eyes || Read last chapter

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🖊️: fanfiction; 🖼️: moodboard; 🎨: art/edit; 🧵: web weaving; 👥: character profile; ⚡: flash fic friday; ☕: motivation monday; 🏳️‍🌈: lgbtq+

Rating: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit

HEAVEN'S SECRET: REQUIEM

And If I'm Dead to You, Then Why Are You at the Wake? by @webanglikethat |🖼️🏳️‍🌈| Dmitry x Yan | TW: bones, alcohol, cigarettes, graves | T

Red by @agattthaa |🖊️🏳️‍🌈| Dmitry x Yan | TW: jealousy, posssiveness, obsessive behaviour, bleeding | M

Skin by @agattthaa |🖊️🏳️‍🌈| Dmitry x Yan | T

Dog Tag by @kazu-naito |🎨🏳️‍🌈| Dmitry x Yan | T

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE

Livius x Eva by @liykaii |🖼️| G

HEART OF TRESPIA

Would You Fall in Love With Me Again? by @rosesnink |🖊️| G

[eva-cybele]

fancy masquerade ball fic, featuring more cullen POV because I cannot stop myself

this one has a rather significant amount of dorian and as it happens he is very very fun to write dialogue for

also tumblr can have a visual aide that I'm very normal about:

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Avatar: art by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms

Header: created by the amazing @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Masterlist

Meet my MC: Autumn Nightbloom

Things left unsaid Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Ⓜ️🔥 Angst, Explicit/NSFW)

Reflections on the eve of battle Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, angst)

A Thief's Oath Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Pancake mornings Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

A Whitetower Festival Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Mal and Autumn Picrew 🎨

Gifts & commissions

Bumbling adversaries 🐝 A gift for the lovely Dani

Untitled Birthday Lovely gifts by the amazing @thosehallowedhalls 💛

In the arms of night A wonderful gift from Dani @storyofmychoices

Autumn nightbloom portrait 🎨A gift by the incredibly talented @lilyoffandoms

Mal and Autumn waltz 🎨A beautiful art commission by @hydn-jpg.

Pancake mornings 🎨Gorgeous art commission by Artbyainna (IG), gift from the @choicesficwriterscreations January 2024 reading event. Post blades 2.

Autumn Geometric Art 🎨 by the supremely talented Dani 🫶🏼

Autumn sketch 🎨 by the wonderful @aallotarenunelma

Meet my MC: Eva Archer ✒️🎨

Starlit night ✒️🎨Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen, fluff)  

Sisterly advice Eva Archer and Brynn Archer (teen)

Close call ✒️🎨Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen)

Kiss me ✒️🎨Troy Hassan x Eva Archer (teen)

Gifts

Happy birthday Eva Troy Hassan x Eva Archer f!mc drabble by the wonderful @inlocusmads 💛

Troy and Eva plushies 🎨 by the wonderful @cadybear420

Heaven's Secret 1 Revisited Dino x f!mc, Lucifer x f!mc, Sammy x Adi, other pairings

Mature / explicit content Ⓜ️🔥

A self-indulgent rewrite of Heaven’s Secret 1. It stays mostly true to the original story, delving into some of the main characters’ motivations and POVs, and a little more world-building. Dino-Lucifer-MC love triangle, and explorations of Vicky's relationship with Malbonte. Other pairings to come up.

Daddy Luci Lucifer x Vicky and Levvy (daughter) (G: domestic fluff)

Your relationship with Lucifer has significantly increased 🎨 (Vicky x Lucifer) commission by Elliott @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Art of Lucifer and Vicky 🎨commission by the very talented @bayleedraws-sometimesx

Lucifer moodboard

Vicky and Lucifer wedding outfit inspos

Lucifer x Vicky WIP Vicky x Lucifer (m: suggestive)

Meet my MC: Aurélie Bajolière

Dance féerique Cal Lowell x Aurélie Bajolière (f!mc) (general fluff)

Meet my MC: Geneviève of Carmelide

Redemption is a perpetual journey Kamilah Sayeed x Gaius Augustine (m angst)

What if Gaius had his moment of retribution? Gaius Augustine, Rheya Apostolous (t angst)

Will you be my Valentine? 🎨 Jax Matsuo x Buffy (f!mc) A gift from @loreofyore by the talented @weetlebeetle 💛

Elizabeth (Buffy) Matsuo's elopement dress This. This is the style right here.

A Pact with Lucifer Lucifer x f!mc 🔥 (E: NSFW smut)

Wounded Pride Lucifer x f!mc 🔥 (E: NSFW smut)

[fablesfolklore]

In The Graveyard with Lilith Rose Shelby (and Jack Nelson)

This work is inspired by @zablife and her 2K celebration: An Evening at The Arrow House. The OC of Lilith Rose Shelby is my own. The characters of Scarlet Shelby, Aurora Sabini, Heaven Shelby and Eva Smith belong to @zablife, @evita-shelby and @call-sign-shark. I only mentioned them because they inspired me. Eva is only mentioned by name but I did my best to do Scarlet and Heaven justice. Thank you for inspiring me.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Swearing.

Lilith Rose Shelby was all grown up. She’d flown the coop and (unlike most members of the Shelby clan) had miraculously escaped the clutches of Tommy’s schemes. Some suspected that her untapped freedom had to do with her immense luck in life… but for those who knew better….it was because Thomas Shelby loved no one more than his youngest sister. No one held such an influence over the greatest gangster turned MP in all of Great Britain (and its dominions) than Lilith, no one else had the keys to his smile or to his heart. You might ask Why, then, she was allowed to roam free? Not shackled to the Arrow House as Ada had once been to the shithole in small heath. Not obligated to attend every family dinner or family meeting that Tommy threw whenever he felt like it.

       “Why?” The new Mrs Shelby kissed up Tommy’s back as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Will she not meet me?” Of all the people she desired to make a friend of in this family, Mrs Shelby wanted to make the best first impression on her mysterious good sister. Everyone spoke of her with reverence. Lilith’s name was the very essence of sorcery. Once spoken, even whispered in corridors and in dark corners, a shiver danced up one’s spine…or one’s blood spiked with adrenalin and excitement.  

Thomas bristled and stiffened, not responding. Mrs Shelby paused, a pout forming on her nervous lips. In truth, she had expected for Thomas to be eager for his new wife to meet Lilith. The siblings were so close, that she’d expected for her to have been the first person he’d have introduced her to. Instead she was met with a cagey Thomas.

       “Lilith doesn’t like Arrow House.” He deflected easily, lighting a cigarette as he stood up and wandered to the window, looking out into the foggy grey autumnal morning. He exhaled some smoke in the way that had her swooning, before he spoke again. “It reminds her of Grace.” Mrs Shelby’s heart dropped. Grace, the woman whose shadow she was forever enshrouded by. She didn’t openly wish to express her dislike of Grace or Lizzie, but she was beginning to despise them. She knew their spirits were mourned and honoured in this house…. if only by the staff and the children. It was complicated. But she hated being compared to them, hated the way the children refused to acknowledge her but would gaze in awe at the portraits of their respective mothers. It made her feel like a replacement…. nothing more. Perhaps Lilith would think the same of her. She chewed on her lip.

        “She must have loved Grace a lot.” She mused. Tommy scoffed.

        “On the contrary, Lilith hated Grace.” He licked his lips, glancing at his wife. He’d put it politely for her, spared some of the details. No one hated Grace more than Tommy’s beloved little demoness. “She disliked Lizzie as well, but for different reasons.”

        “Oh.”

        “Grace betrayed me. Lilith refused to forgive that. The only reason she refrained from dancing with joy when she died was that she loved me too much.”

        “And Lizzie?”

        “Lizzie broke John’s heart.”  Tommy spoke casually, remorselessly as though he’d had nothing to do with it.

        “I’ve not done anything to hurt anyone.” Mrs Shelby sulked, looking at the floor. Tommy strolled back over to the bed and took her into his arms.

        “Quite right.” He kissed her forehead. “Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea to invite her this weekend.”

        “But she hates the Arrow House.”

        “She’ll come for the family, and for me. The kids will be delighted to see her”

        “She’s good with them?” Her interest was piqued. Perhaps Lilith could shed light on the way to Charlie and Ruby’s hearts.

        “She dotes on them.” He smiled, a real genuine smile. “They’re mine, after all.”

*****

Mrs Shelby skipped towards Tommy, her letter filled left hand raised in triumph. Her sparkling sapphire engagement ring sparkled in the light.

     “They’re coming.” She kissed him joyously. “They’re all coming.”

     “All?” He chuckled.

     “All.” She confirmed. “And they’re all staying. Scarlet and Luca will stay in the room opposite Finn and Aurora. Alfie and Ada will stay in the room opposite Polly and Aberamma.” Tommy smiled as she babbled out her arrangements. He imagined it was a good idea that Alfie and Arthur should stay in separate wings of the house…. otherwise Ada and Heaven would be forced to intervene, and no one wanted a mess. Gina and Michael would go next to Ada and Alfie. John and Tatiana would have to be kept in the room next to Tommy and Mrs Shelby so he could keep an eye on that mad bitch. Speaking of that insane Russian duchess…. she’d have to be kept as far away from Lilith and her beloved husband, Jack Nelson. Last Christmas had been a disaster when Tatiana – having had way too much to drink – announced that herself and Lilith had been lovers for the entire year before Lilith had met Jack. Jack had hated her guts since. The children would have three whole rooms to themselves. Something Mrs Shelby wasn’t sure was appropriate, but something Tommy had insisted was necessary.

     “They all love being together.” He insisted. “And it’s not like we’re giving them the entire house.”

     “I’m still so shocked they’re all coming.” She smiled dreamily up at him. “I’ve always wanted a big family.”

     “Well, now you have one.”

     “You never told me Lilith was married.”

     “Ah.” Tommy looked sheepish. “I didn’t think she’d bring him.”

Two years ago she’d eloped with Jack Nelson, the last man on earth Tommy had thought suitable or good enough for Lilith. Jack Nelson was everything Tommy (ironically) hated. He was unfaithful, violent, a fascistic Irish American and he was the most obnoxious, ambitious, cunning bastard he’d ever encountered…It was like looking in an ever so slightly warped mirror. His dislike of the American hadn’t stopped Lilith marrying him though…And yet somehow, the marriage worked. Jack followed the little Shelby witch round like a lost puppy, salivating whenever she looked at him. It was like she held some sort of magical enchantment over him. The loved up pair made Thomas feel a little bit sick. Mrs Shelby smiled teasingly.

      “You can’t stand him, can you?”

      “He’s not good enough for her.” He grouched. “But for some unfathomable reason, he makes her happy. That’s enough for me.” From the way he gritted his teeth it seemed like that hardest thing he’d ever had to say.

      “Everyone thinks you’re a big bad gangster…but I know you’re really just a big softy.”

      “Don’t go telling everyone, ey.” He laughed, “I have a reputation to uphold.” Wrapping his arms around her waist he hoisted her up onto the table, taking her lips with his own. Someone coughed. Tommy turned to see Mary, the maid.

       “The house is all prepared for the guests, Mr Shelby.”

        “Thank you, Mary. That will be all.” She nodded, turning to leave but not before she eyed Mrs Shelby with frigid, calculating eyes. Thomas didn’t seem to notice though as he shifted his attention back to Mrs Shelby as his fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress.

*****

They were nothing like she expected. None of them. Polly arrived first, gliding in like the image of sophistication, barely glancing at Mrs Shelby. Aberamma following closely at her heels. He grunted in greeting, simply tilting his head after removing his hat. Arthur and Heaven arrived at the same time as Scarlet and Luca. Arthur’s greeting had been sweet. He seemed to like her, spluttering over his words to greet her. His hands shook and his eyes looked a little wild. But he meant well. Heaven waltzed in behind him, looking like an angel in her white fur coat. The snow haired beauty’s presence seemed to ease Arthur’s nervousness. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she held out her hand for Mrs Shelby to shake.

     “You must be Heaven.” Mrs Shelby stuttered, transfixed by her crystalline eyes.

     “Pleasure.” Heaven’s eyes slid to Tommy and her expression instantly shifted to a predatory one. “Bastard.” She acknowledged with a cat like smile.

      “Yes. He is.” Scarlet stated as she sauntered through, pushing her way past them and following Polly into the drawing room.

      “You’re not going to say hello, Tesoro?” Luca paused in the hallway, smiling at Mary as she took his hat and coat.

       “There’s no point in greeting Tommy’s latest victim. Knowing him, she won’t last the year.” Scarlet called back. Tommy watched Mrs Shelby’s confidence dissipate momentarily. Headlights glowed in the driveway.

       “Heaven, why don’t you take Arthur and Luca into the drawing room.” Tommy suggested. Heaven’s icy eyes hardened before narrowing at him. Her lips parted in order to respond in a somewhat poisonous manner but Mrs Shelby stepped forward and whispered to her.

       “I wouldn’t normally agree with Tommy but Alfie’s just arrived.” Heaven observed the mouse like woman Tommy had married for a moment before she nodded, escorting her husband and brother in law to the drawing room. Music blared as the door opened and Mrs Shelby could see the reflection of Scarlet in the large mirror as she turned the gramophone up.

       “SHALOM Thomas!” Roared the bear of a man as he wandered in. Ada rolled her eyes beside him. She hugged Thomas tightly before embracing Mrs Shelby, much to her surprise.

       “I hope they’ve not been too scathing to you.” She whispered. “Don’t worry, they’ll warm to you with time.” She pulled back and smiled. “This is my son, Karl, my daughter, Elizabeth and this,” She brushed her hand over her swollen midsection as Alfie beamed with joy. “Is baby Solomons.” Tommy paled as she spoke, only just noticing the pregnancy.

        “Jesus Christ.” He muttered beneath his breath.  Mrs Shelby held his hand and gave it a squeeze as she spoke.

        “You’d better head on in before he has a stroke.”

Tommy had just about recovered when the door to the drawing room opened and he heard Arthur exclaim.

         “Fookin’ hell Ada! You bloody kept that quiet, din’t ya?!”

Finn and Aurora Sabini arrived next. Polite and jovial as ever, though Aurora didn’t appear to like the way the youngest Shelby boy looked at his new sister in law. John, Tatiana, Michael and Gina all arrived together. Lawrence ran in from the cold, zooming in circles around Tommy and Mrs Shelby before running past them to the drawing room, banging on the door and yelling “Granma, Granma!”

       “My boy!” Polly called in joy as she came out and greeted him, swooping down and collecting him in her arms before slipping back inside. Gina made a noise of disgust.

       “Thomas.” She acknowledged.

       “Regina.” She scowled as he full named her.

       “So this is you’re newest whore?” She studied Mrs Shelby with critical eyes. “She doesn’t look like much, I’m surprised you’re so taken with her.”

        “She’s worth ten of you, Regina.” He snapped.

       “Michael.” Mrs Shelby smiled warmly. “Thank you for coming.”

        “It’s nice to see you again, love. I hope he’s treating you right.”

        “He is. Very Much.”

        “I took the liberty of bringing a wedding gift. It’s out the front.”

        “That’s very generous of you. Really, you didn’t have to.”

        “Yes, Michael. You didn’t have to.” Gina snapped before stalking off to the drawing room and loudly demanding a drink. Michael winked at Mrs Shelby, smirked at Tommy and left them to it. He turned to greet John and Tatiana and froze.

      “Fuck!” He fumed. “What the fuck are you wearing?!” He looked at John. “What the fuck is she wearing John-boy!”

      “Don’t worry, Thomas.” Tatiana purred sensually. “It’s not for you…or your wife.” She stepped around him, the thin scrap of material she called a dress clinging to her figure. “Tatiana Petrovna Shelby, delighted to make your acquaintance.” Mrs Shelby blushed and stepped closer to Tommy as the Russian duchess invaded her space. Grabbing her jaw, Tatiana kissed both of Mrs Shelby’s cheeks.”

       “She’d got a beautiful neck, Thomas. I can see why you like her.” She paused. “And that ring!” She snatched Mrs Shelby’s hand, admiring the sapphire encrusted in diamonds. She tutted. “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson with sapphires.”

       “They’re a particular favourite of my wife’s.”

       “Grace liked sapphires too.” Tatiana smirked, her dark eyes flickering madly in the candle-light. “Is Lilith here yet?” She changed the subject.

       “Is she the reason you’re dressed like a whore?” Tommy took a swig of the amber liquid in his tumbler. “You not bothered by this John?”

       “As long as I’m the only man she fucks, doesn’t matter to me.” He joked.

       “It’ll only ever be you Johnny.” Tatiana turned and kissed him.

       “Aye, John-boy. As long as you’re a Shelby, she’s not picky.”

       “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mrs Shelby asked, nervously glancing at Tommy.

       “It means that before she chose me, she was fucking Tommy…until she got bored of him.” John answered. 

         “Are we interupptin’ somethin’?” Came Uncle Charlie’s deep gravelly voice. He stopped short to shake Tommy’s hand, flanked by Johnny Doggs, Isiah and Curly. Curly smiled bashfully at Mrs Shelby and handed her some flowers. She blushed.

         “Thank you Curly.”

         “How’re you findin’ us so far, petal?” Johnny Doggs asked loudly.

         “So far I’m struggling to find someone who likes both of us. Polly, Aurora and Gina dislike me, everyone else has a gripe with Tommy.” Johnny Doggs barked out a laugh. “Welcome to the clan!”

          “Families.” Isiah scoffed. “Who’d have em?”

*****

Lilith Rose Shelby was the most beautiful creature Mrs Shelby had ever seen. So beautiful, that the air rocketed out of her lungs when she first saw her. They heard Jack first as he escorted her up the steps and held the door open for her. She looked like a goddess, draped in silk. Tommy was fascinated that Jack never once looked away from her. His only greeting to the new Mrs Shelby was a nod and a smirk. He sneered at Tommy before his attention gravitated back to his wife. She had the most beguiling dark eyes Mrs Shelby had ever seen. They were like pools of endless night. Lilith catapulted herself into Tommy, who embraced her tightly and inhaled her scent. Pomegranate and dark amber. She relaxed into him. Releasing her, Tommy cupped his baby sister’s face in his hands and looked at her for a moment.

     “You grow more and more beautiful every time I see you.” He smiled.

     “Brother.” She spoke quietly….and she sounded like magic. Soft and sensual. “You look well.” She beamed at him. And Mrs Shelby’s heart fluttered at her smile. Jack snaked a hand around Lilith’s waist and pulled her back against him.

      “Shelby.” Jack acknowledged. “Married again? You can’t seem to get em’ to stay, can ya?”

      “Nelson.” Tommy spoke evenly. “I can keep women just fine. In fact, I’ve never had to cross a continent and steal a woman away to make her mine. I suppose that means I have better luck than you.” Lilith covered Jack’s hand with her own.

     “Or,” She interrupted loudly, “It simply means that I was special enough that he had to travel all this way to find me.” Mrs Shelby watched, fascinated as both men melted at Lilith words. Jack kissed Lilith’s forehead and Tommy smiled.

    “Could be.” He agreed. Lilith stepped away from Jack and turned her attention to Mrs Shelby. All the noise fell away. She couldn’t hear anything. Apart from the sound of her blood pulsing through her at a rapid speed. She glanced at her husband, and watched his beautiful lips move as he spoke to Lilith and Jack. She watched Lilith study her, eyes raking over her in an unreadable manner. Mrs Shelby’s finger twitched as Lilith’s eyes pause over her engagement ring, her full soft lips quirking into a small smile for a moment before it vanishes. Mrs Shelby gasped, startled when Lilith unexpectedly stepped forward and smiled at her. Lilith took Mrs Shelby’s left hand in both of hers. Her thumb brushed over the sapphire. Her eyes pierced into Mrs Shelby’s hypnotically and Mrs Shelby found herself transfixed as Thomas brushed a hand up and down her back, comfortingly…. obliviously.

      “Sister.” Lilith tested the word on her tongue as she surveyed Mrs Shelby. “You’ll be good to him, yes?” She sounded so innocent. So angelic. Her eyes held no malice. Mrs Shelby stuttered.

      “Y-Yes. I shall try to be all that he deserves.”

Lilith beamed at her and released her hand. Mrs Shelby’s ring finger throbbed momentarily as she watched her fascinating sister turn and enter the drawing room with Jack. She saw through the reflection in the mirror as Polly embraced her niece tightly and was startled to see Lilith’s reflection gazing predatorily through the looking glass at her.

*****

Dinner was a fucking disaster. It had been nothing like she had hoped. Perhaps she was just projecting her own fears but it seemed that none of them liked her…. even the ones who appeared to. It seemed as though they were watching her every move with a pre-existing negative judgement. She was guilty to them, of something. The problem was she didn’t know what and she didn’t know how to change that. Tommy had enough to deal with, especially after Tatiana had goaded Jack into a row and she was swearing at him in Russian. Arthur had had way too much to drink. Scarlet was screaming at Tommy for something he’d done years ago and Luca was trying desperately to calm her down. She turned to look at Michael, who was in a heated discussion with Gina…and Aurora kept throwing her dirty looks.  In the end she’d left the table, claiming to check on dessert. She’d just found a quiet alcove to take a few moments when someone touched her shoulder. She jolted and turned to see Lilith.

    “Feeling overwhelmed?” Her voice was so soft, sympathy swirled in her onyx eyes.

    “A little.”

A lot. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

    “I know. We can be a lot to handle.” She looked out into the darkened garden. “Why don’t we go for a walk.” She suggested. “Take a moment to ourselves.” Mrs Shelby’s heart soared at the prospect of having a moment alone with someone who might actually like her and in doing so, might sway the opinion of the others. She nodded and took Lilith’s offered arm as the two of them stepped out into the cool autumn air.

It hadn’t been long since they had returned from their honeymoon and so Mrs Shelby hadn’t yet had time to explore the grounds of the Arrow House properly. In the dark murkiness of the evening she couldn’t really see where she was going and clutched on to Lilith’s bare arm a little closer for security. She smelt dizzyingly alluring. Away from all the smoke and whiskey the magic of her perfumed the air in a wonderful way. 

    “How did you meet my brother, if you don’t mind me asking?”

    “Da’s one of his employees at Shelby Company ltd. I met Tommy when I brought Da his lunch.”

    “How…. quaint.”

Mrs Shelby wasn’t paying attention. She was too bust staring at the purple love bites littering Lilith’s creamy throat. Lilith flushed and giggled when she noticed.

    “I’m sorry, I should have covered up more, Jack can get carried away some times.”

    “He’s very fond of you.”

    “And I, him.” Lilith patted Mrs Shelby’s hand. “I never expected to find Jack. But he’s my better half. As Heaven is Arthur’s and Luca is Scarlet’s. We were worried Thomas would never find someone….worthy.” Lilith stopped her movements and released Mrs Shelby’s arm. For the first time, Mrs Shelby noticed her surroundings. Lilith had brought her to the churchyard close to the Arrow House. She turned, only just able to see the outline of it looming in the moonlight. She shivered, looking back to Lilith who was now staring at something in front of her. “Thomas has very specific needs.” Her voice had lost all of its warmth. Mrs Shelby’s mouth ran dry as she read the names on the gravestones in front of her.

Grace Burgess Shelby.

Daughter, Mother, Beloved Wife.

Elizabeth Stark Shelby

Mother, wife, friend. Lost to childbirth.

Something rustled behind them. Lilith turned and smiled adoringly as Jack stepped out of the shadows. Mrs Shelby wondered how he had known where to find them. “You have to be a certain kind of person to survive in this family. Don’t you, my love?”

    “Ya got that right. It’s an honour to love a Shelby…to be prepared to kill and die for them.”

“Thomas needs a fighter.” Lilith reached out and caressed Mrs Shelby’s cheek. “You didn’t fight tonight. You fled, little mouse.” Lilith tutted and stepped closer, so close, Mrs Shelby could feel Lilith’s sweet, warm breath burning against her flesh. “How can I trust that you’ll fulfil him?” Lilith shook her head, looking sad, disappointed even. Jack brushed his wife’s hair off her shoulder, exposing her flesh. He pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck. Mrs Shelby watched Lilith relax a little. “You’re not good enough for him.” Lilith purred softly, Jack’s lips and tongue trailed down Lilith’s neck as she spoke. “Neither of them were, either.” She glanced to the gravestones behind her. “I was lucky with Lizzie; God took care of her. But I had to intervene with Grace.”

  “B-but we’re happy.” Mrs Shelby spluttered, fear creeping into her voice every second longer that she spent in Lilith’s presence.

   “For now. Until he realises that you’re not enough for him.” She paused, relishing in the look of despair on Mrs Shelby’s features. “Don’t worry. He’ll be happier than ever with Eva. They’ll be perfect together.” Jack hummed in agreement with his beloved and imprinted his teeth in a perfect love bite into her neck as she slid home a beautiful carved and somewhat bejewelled blade into Mrs Shelby’s sternum. Mrs Shelby gasped in pain, a sharp sound leaving her soft lips. “She’s earned him, you haven’t.” Lilith continued as she twisted the hilt, a horrible tearing noise was heard before Lilith let go. Mrs Shelby staggered back and fell back against the willow tree overhanging the makeshift graveyard.  Lilith looked down at her blood spattered fingers. Lifting them to her face she licked one, smearing her lips in the substance. Greedily, Jack took her fingers and painted his own mouth with them. Lilith spun in Jack’s arms, giggling and moaning as their lips fused, unbuckling his belt. She murmured something to him and he acquiesced without question, sitting and leaning back against Grace’s headstone. Lilith slipped her dress over her head until she was wearing barely anything in the coldness of the autumn night. She straddled Jack, kissing him deeply before sliding down onto him in the ghostly glow of the full moon.

Mrs Shelby heaved, opening her mouth. She tried to call for help but no sound emerged. Instead she found herself mute, only coughing and spluttering on the crimson blood as it tried to liberate itself from her mouth. Her vision grew blurry for a moment as tears gathered and obscured her sight.

And then she saw them.

The ghosts of Grace Burgess and Lizzie Stark, both completely drenched in blood and staring in horror, not at her but at Lilith and Jack, as he flipped his wife over and took her like an animal. Lizzie’s expression was melancholic. Her hair loose and wild, eyes ceaselessly spilling tears and her mouth agape in silent cries of agony. Her body had been slit open from chest to lower abdomen and still, even in death, she was bleeding. Grace stood beside her still in the gown she wore the night she was murdered. the bullet wound on her chest still wept even though she didn’t. Her face was curiously, disturbingly calm. The sapphire around her neck pulsed and throbbed and pulsed and throbbed. And suddenly Grace wasn’t looking at Lilith and Jack anymore, her pale grey eyes locking onto her second replacement. Mrs Shelby found herself growing shivery and yet unable to move, unable to scramble backwards as the sapphire whispered to her over and over some kind of spell in Romani. The curse…. she recalled hazily as she forced her limbs in an attempt to move. Tommy believed it had been cursed by the Russians. Mrs Shelby’s fingers dug into the soil as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Every movement was excruciating in both pain and in effort. Her eyes fluttered closed in exhaustion and the spell of the sapphire seemed to sing louder and louder, it’s feminine voice echoing seductively in her ears. She realised it was coming not only from the necklace Grace’s ghost wore, but also from the ring on her engagement finger. Struggling, she tried desperately to remove it. But to no avail, it was as though it had fused to her flesh, strangling her finger.

Mrs Shelby’s eyes snapped open. Just in time to see the ghost of Grace stood over her.

“I should feel sorry for you.” Grace whispered. “You’re a victim of this family, just like me.” She paused, licking her discoloured corpse lips. Grace heard it too. She heard that it was Lilith’s voice cursing her inside the blue sapphires, not Tatiana’s. “And Tommy does love you.” There was a moment of silence. “But… I’ve come to realise something.” Grace leaned down and kissed Mrs Shelby’s lips, her ghostly fingers coming up to wrap around Mrs Shelby’s throat. “If I can’t have Tommy…” Grace murmured as she pulled back looking deeply into Mrs Shelby’s eyes.

Her grip tightened...and tightened…and tightened. Mrs Shelby choked and spluttered, her body convulsing. The last thing she saw was Lilith’s dark eyes staring at her over Jack’s shoulder, her nails digging into his back as he held her to him. And Grace’s hoarse voice looming over her.

“Then no one can.”  

[infernal-general]

@stadam

[donatellawritings]

touch - r. jerimovich

pairing(s): richie jerimovich x f!reader

warning(s): none

song: nothing specific - whatever you desire

Richie absolutely feels the need to constantly maintain physical contact with you, especially if you are in the same vicinity as him, it brings him comfort, plus, it shows everyone that you're his, he'd never waste a chance to show his girl off

If the stars were to align and you both had the day off, nine times out of ten, the two of you would spend it together - whether you chose to spend it at home, or out running errands, Richie made sure to be at your side. If it were to be a day spent on the couch, Richie would be found laying on your stomach, mindlessly toying with the waistband of your shorts as you scratched at his scalp

Now, running errands easily became a challenge with a lover like Richie Jerimovich - if you bent down to grab your favorite box of cereal, there he was, either slapping your backside, or pretending to bang you from behind. And heaven forbid, if the young cashier happened to become a bit too smiley with you, you'd suddenly feel the weight of Richie's arm hanging around your shoulder as he stares down the cashier

Whether it be a drive home from work, or a drive to pick up Eva from school, maybe even a quick drive to pick up your paycheck - Richie's hand never failed to make its way to your thigh as he patted your leg along to the beat of whichever song that happened to be playing on the radio. And boy, did he love whenever you'd randomly lean over the center console to steal a quick kiss from him, even though he'd quickly become stressed out, "I'm going to fuckin' crash, if you keep doing this, sweetheart," and he'd say it with a gleeful smile

Of course, you loved having a bit of innocent fun with Richie's need for physical touch - maybe, you'd purposely brush against him as you made your way through the restaurant, or you'd allow your hand to fall high on his thigh as you leaned over him to talk to Sydney, maybe you'd even slide your hands across his stomach and nuzzle yourself into his side as he obnoxiously ranted to Neil

Now, what Richie loved the most? Showing everyone that you were his girl, and his alone. If you were at the bar, he'd have you sitting in his lap as he bounced his knee. If you were at dinner, he'd have your fingers interlocked with his across the table for the entirety of your meal - he'd even make sure to press his lips to your knuckles every now and again, sometimes he'd playfully bite down on your knuckles, for his own satisfaction.

You would think that his cravings for touch would calm down a bit, once the two of you were asleep, but you couldn't be more wrong. "Come here, baby, its cold," he'd rasp as he groggily pulled you into his chest, hooking your leg over his front as you sleepily hummed in response. And if you'd manage to roll over in your sleep, Richie would somehow find himself with his head laying on your chest with his hand cupping your breast, underneath his oversized shirt that you'd staked your claim on

Richard Lawrence Jerimovich absolutely loved taking showers with his girl. Half of the time would be spent with him rambling on and on about his frustrations at work, while you stood of your tiptoes to properly shampoo his hair, "Hold on, babe, let me fuckin'," he turned you around as he began to work the shampoo into your hair, "ah, there we go, so I fuckin' told Carmen-" and he'd continue his rant, unknowingly lulling you into a silent trance, but he didn't care, he got to play with his girl's hair while she leaned her naked body into his touch

Maybe physical touch eased his always looming cloud of anxiety? Maybe it made him feel wanted by the one he cherished the most? Richie doesn't know what it was about feeling you that could bring him back down to earth, even at his most blistering fits of rage, but it soothed him, it made him feel safe. Feeling you was a reminder to him that he has you, and god, Richie Jerimovich can never get enough of his girl

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thank you so much to my first ever anonymous request who sent this in <3 this was so so so much fun and cute to write and thank you for being my first request xoxo

[thechanelmuse]

My Top Albums/EPS of 2025

It's that time again where I give y'all my end-of-the-year music list and take over your dashboard. Hopefully some of these projects or artists will be new to you.

I would love for y'all to tell me your faves this year.

Here's my list:

JAZZ

Charles McPherson - Reverence

Christian McBride & Edgar Meyer - But Who's Gonna Play the Melody

Christian Sands - Embracing Dawn

Immanuel Wilkins - Blues Blood

Jazzmeia Horn - Messages

Jeremy Pelt - Tomorrow's Another Day

Joel Ross - nublues

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Movement

Keyon Harrold - Foreverland

Lakecia Benjamin - Phoenix Reimagined (Live)

Miles Davis - Miles '54: The Prestige Recordings

Miles Davis Quintet - Miles In France 1963 and 1964 - The Bootleg Series, Vol. 8

New Brass Band featuring Trombone Shorty - Live at the 2024 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival

Nubya Garcia - Odyssey

Samara Joy - Portrait

SOUL/BLUES (ROCK)

Baby Rose with BADBADNOTGOOD - Slow Burn (EP)

Brittany Howard - What Now

Christone “Kingfish” Ingram - Live in London (Expanded Edition)

Jerron Paxton - Things Done Changed

Jovin Webb - Drifter

Lizz Wright - Shadow

GOSPEL

Cory Henry - Church

Karen Clark Sheard - Still Karen

Ricky Dillard - Choirmaster II (Live)

Tamela Mann - Live Breathe Fight

COUNTRY/AMERICANA

Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter

Brittney Spencer - My Stupid Life

Caitlyn Smith - I Think of You (The Heartache Collection)

Elles Bailey - Beneath the Neon Glow

Gabby Barrett - Chapter and Verse

Lainey Wilson - Whirlwind

Luke Combs - Fathers & Sons

Mickey Guyton - House On Fire

Rvshvd - It's Rashad

Tanner Adell - Buckle Bunny (Deluxe) — 2023 album

FOLK

Bessie Jones, John Davis & The Georgia Sea Island Singers - The Complete Friends of Old Time Music Concert

Jessica Pratt - Here In the Pitch

Yasmin Williams - Acadia

ROCK

The Black Keys - Ohio Players (Trophy Edition)

Lenny Kravitz - Blue Electric Light

Linkin Park - From Zero

Olivia Rodrigo - Guts (spilled)

Sum 41 – Heaven :x: Hell

BLENDED GENRES

Amythyst Kiah - Still and Bright

Boney James - Slow Burn

Charlotte Day Wilson - Cyan Blue

Eva Cassidy - Walkin' After Midnight

Gallant - Zinc

Judith Hill - Letters From a Black Widow

Madison Ryann Ward - Purified Love

Marsha Ambrosiuos - CASABLANCO

Matthew Whittaker - On Their Shoulders: An Organ Tribute

Tank and The Bangas - The Heart, The Mind, The Soul

Victoria Monét - Jaguar II: Deluxe

Willow Smith - empathogen

R&B

Andra Day - CASSANDRA (cherith)

Avery*Sunshine - So Glad to Know You

BJ The Chicago Kid - Gravy (Deluxe)

Derand Benarr - En Route

Kenyon Dixon - The R&B You Love: For the '99 and the 2000s

Kyle Dion - If My Jeans Could Talk

Lalah Hathaway - VANTABLACK

Ledisi - Good Life

Lucky Daye - Algorithm

Muni Long - Revenge

NxWorries - Why Lawd?

Ravyn Lenae - Bird's Eye

SiR - HEAVY

Usher - Coming Home

RAP

Big Sean - Better Me Than You

Common & Pete Rock - The Auditorium Vol. 1

Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal

Kendrick Lamar - GNX

LL Cool J - The Force

MC Lyte - 1 of 1

Rapsody - Please Don't Cry

ScHoolboy Q - BLUE LIPS

POP

Ariana Grande - Eternal Sunshine

Billie Eilish - HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want To Turn Into You: Everasking Edition

Chappell Roan - The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess

Christina Aguilera - The 25th Anniversary of Christina Aguilera

Gavin DeGraw - Chariot 20

James Bay - Changes All the Time

Sabrina Carpenter - Short n' Sweet

Teddy Swims - I've Tried Everything but Therapy (Part 1.5)

Tori Kelly - TORI.

HOUSE/ELECTRONIC

Durand Bernarr & Charlie Vettuno - Charlie Vettuno Presents… Where in the World is Carmen Randiego?

KAYTRANADA - TIMELESS

HOLIDAY

Boney James - Soulful Holiday Sax

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Ella & Louis Wish You a Swinging Holiday

Jennifer Hudson - The Gift of Love

Kelly Clarkson - When Christmas Comes Around...Again

[evita-shelby]

@call-sign-shark should Heaven and Arthur come to the party?

[call-sign-shark]

Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

[rc-catalog]

🖊️: fanfiction; 🖼️: moodboard; 🎨: art/edit; 🧵: web weaving; 👥: character profile; ⚡: flash fic friday; ☕: motivation monday

Rating: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit

HEAVEN'S SECRET: REQUIEM

Echoes in a Silent Heart by @liittleemiixeer |🖊️| Lane x Cain | G

Unravel by @agattthaa |🖊️| Lane x Anna | T

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE

Undone by @liamrrys |🖊️| Evthys x Ramesses | TW: explicit adult themes, slight mention of abuse | E

SOULLESS

Cheesy by @agattthaa |🖊️| Vyxaria x Walter | T

[vikkirosko]

О, можешь пожалуйста сделать запрос на то как Адам отреагировал если его возлюбленную экзорциста убьет его сын Каин, потому что ему так приказала Ева. Спасиб♡

Please note that requests are accepted and executed in English

Request: Oh, can you please make a request on how Adam reacted if his exorcist fem lover was killed by his son Cain, because Eve ordered it. Thank you♡

🎸 Adam x exorcist angel fem!Reader headcanons Revenge ✨️

Adam was sure that his subordinates could not lose to some sinners. Especially you. You were his favorite among the exterminators, not only because you were one of the best, but also because you were dating. It was no secret, and after every day of extermination, he was happy to meet you, watching you stained with the blood of sinners

He rarely found you in Hell, but this time you were there together. He was glad to see you fight, and being confident of your victory, he was distracted by his battle until he heard your scream. When he turned around, he saw you bleeding. You were sitting on the ground, trying to clamp your wound, but you were doing poorly, and next to you, holding a bloody weapon in his hands, stood a sinner in whom he recognized his own son, Cain

Cain looked at him indifferently, then finished you off with a precise blow to the heart. You fell dead, and Adam hurried to you. He hoped that he could still save you, but that was clearly not the case. Cain watched as his father tried to save you, taking his time to leave or attack. It was only when Adam looked at Cain that he spoke

Cain didn't talk much. All he said was that his mother sends her regards. There was only one person Cain called that. Eve. He obviously did it on his mother's orders, which means Eva knew how dear you were to him. She wanted to ruin Adam's life and therefore took away from him the most precious person in his life, you. Cain is gone, leaving Adam in the midst of chaos, holding your body in his hands

Adam took your body back to Heaven, and with your death, he lost any hint of pity for sinners. He was going to take revenge on Eve for having their son take your life on her orders. He couldn't give you back your life, but at least he could take revenge on his ex-wife and all the sinners who stood in his way

[eva-cybele]

look ma, two smut fics in a row! unintentional, I didn't think cullen and madelena were going to sleep together for like two more fics but I was informed otherwise by my own OC at like 8k words in

I'm really happy with this one, and it's one of the two stories I was most excited to tell when I started writing for da:i again, so please enjoy (and maybe consider commenting if you liked it)

[mar3ggiata]

the night of the tarantula - 4

simon riley x oc

'You can't keep me from her.'

She almost never woke up before him. When they fucked before bed she was usually way too tired to get up when the alarm went off. It was set on his phone on his side of the bed, he was in charge of getting up and waking her. He usually set it at 6.15am. She would whine and complain, he would set another one for 6.30. He would turn around and put his arms around her, she was already pressed to his back, or to his side. Those fifteen minutes were his favourite time of day, cause once he was awake there was no going back to sleep. He would cradle her head in his hands, pressing sweet kisses to her forehead. He would massage her back, her lumbar muscles, butt and thighs. She would melt, still half asleep. She was a creature of habit, even in her bedtime routine. She got in her usual morning position, one leg over his, both her arms around his neck. Her cheek pressed to his chest, she sometimes snored. He welcomed her on top of him with a grin on his face, letting his big hands travel down to her ass and exposed cunt. They rarely slept with clothes on. He knew not to tease her too much in the morning when she had to go to work. Being late and not having time to get ready, do her makeup… It would make her stressed and anxious and he didn’t want to contribute to that. On the weekends however...

Today was different.

He woke up with her hair on his face. He woke up with her legs straddling his lap and her hands on his chest.

‘Happy birthday baby’, she said, seeing him opening his eyes and slowly waking up. She kissed his cheek, his nose, his jaw. He smiled, bringing his hands on her hips. Heaven. He was used to this, to her, her warmth, her scent. It hit him, every once in a while, how his life had changed because of her. The sweet sound of her giggles inebriated him, his burly arms circling her back to pull her closer to him, face nuzzling in her neck.

‘Hi’, his voice was raspy, it had to be quite early.

She replied by mumbling something he didn’t get against the skin of his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his ear to his collarbone. His body relaxed, a slow exhale from his lips.

‘Happy birthday’, she said again, raising herself so she was sitting upright on top of him, palms on his abdomen. Her hair was messy from sleeping, her eyes still tired. She had an old white top on, the straps nearly falling apart on her shoulders. She was probably cold, her nipples peeking through the see-through fabric. His palm connected with her right asscheek with a loud slap. ‘Thank you…what time is it?’ He asked, looking to his right to find his phone.

‘Simon…’ she murmured.

His hand collided with a plastic water cup, thank god it was empty. He swore under his breath, but he couldn’t really get it off the floor with his girl on his lap.

‘Si…’

‘Didn’t you have plans for breakfast? With Agnes…’

‘Simon.’

Her tone made his head turn towards her. The muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead, with enough force to make his head slightly bend backwards. She held the gun to his head with a firm grip. She was still on top of him, still in her underwear, her hair gently falling on her shoulders, the morning light peeking through the blinds. A wave of fear washed through his body. He wanted to scream, his mouth was shut. He tried to raise his arms and disarm her, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. He tried to move his hips upwards to get her off him, his legs felt like they were made of stone. She pressed harder on his forehead, her pointer finger on the trigger. He had no control over his body, he was helpless.

She was angry. She looked furious.

She pressed the trigger before he could start to panic.

He woke up in his bed, the covers wet with sweat. He was alone.

As promised, Eva was back for questioning the next day. He showed up to the interrogation room late and flustered, Johnny and Gaz were not required to come. Laswell and Price were already there, so was Salvo. He stood behind Eva's chair. Eva was sitting like she did the day before, with her back to the chair, hands in her lap. She looked at him when he stepped in the room. Their eyes intertwined, just for a second. She wore all black, she had no make up on. She was pale. He thought about her and Salvo leaving together after that hug. Long and sweet hug. Maybe they had dinner together, maybe she didn’t want to eat and he cooked for her. Maybe they slept in the same bed, maybe they’re not friends at all. She had him to take care of her, to hold her when she needed to cry. She could rely on him what did she need Simon for? She had him on her side.

He swore she knew about his dream. His nightmare. She knew something was going on, she must have been inside his head the whole time. She probably felt sweat pooling at the base of his spine, she must have noticed how his heart rate spiked up at her sight. She could smell his fear like a damn animal. He took his usual spot against the wall. She still looked at him and he couldn't bring himself to raise his eyes from the ground.

'Let's begin', Price took a few steps towards the desk. There was a small tv screen in front of them, Price turned it on with a remote. A picture of Tania, Eva's mother. The girl's shoulders tensed.

'Please Eva, I want you to tell me about her.'

Simon knew that look, she was scared. Scared of her own mother? She decided to speak, Salvo convinced her. When they got to her apartment, she knew leaving the country wasn't an option, for now at least. Salvo suggested to hear them out, the secret was already out. Stop hiding, he said, tell them everything. If they're not completely stupid, they'll understand. She lied awake all night, trying to figure out what to say, coming up with more lies, coming up with fake stories, trying to remember what she told Simon, or Kyle... The lies and the truths and Alba's story and Eva's… She doubted they’d believe her. She was probably right.

She let out a shaky breath, she spoke.

'I haven't talked to her in seven years.'

Seven years was a long time. Seven years without seeing her mom, no contact at all? Price crossed his arms against his chest, 'You left when you were eighteen, correct?'

She nodded.

'Before that, you were involved in drug dealing, correct?'

She nodded again.

'Tell him what you told me.' Simon's eyes went in the direction of the voice, Salvatore. The man stood behind Eva’s chair like he was guarding her, protecting her. He already knew her story, he knew everything. His gaze went back to the girl, who didn’t get her eyes off the screen.

‘I didn’t have a choice’, that was the first thing she said. ‘I… I was taught the way we did things was the normal way.’

Eva had her mother’s pronounced nose. The shape of her eyes was similar to her mom’s. Tania was a beautiful woman, her skin tan, hair shiny. As beautiful as her daughter. And as clever, and cruel.

‘They taught me it was normal. The mob, i mean. It was all I've ever known.’ She swallowed a hard lump in her throat. ‘There’s an hierarchy, there are.. different clans. Mostly families. Each clan takes care of its own business, protects its territory, and sometimes tries to expand at another group's expense.’ She stopped.

She took her lower lip between her teeth and bit, hard. It was true, she grew up with crime around her, in her home. She grew up with kids being afraid of her, her teachers giving her and her siblings special treatment. She was told it was a powerful thing, the fear the others had towards her. She was told that was the way money worked, the ones who were afraid often paid her mom. And if they paid, they were safe.

‘Our families compete to maintain control… we fight. There are shootings and…’

The image changed on the screen. A man in his sixties, wearing a white stained shirt, black thick hair on his chest. He was smoking a cigarette in the picture.

A sinister smirk was painted on Eva’s face.

‘Who’s this?’ Price.

She scoffed. ‘You already know who that is…’

‘Say it anyways. Simon doesn’t know.’

She slowly turned her head in the direction of Ghost. Is he entitled to know? What, just because they were close or something he needed to know? She let her eyes travel on him, admiring his physique. He was made of stone, with his arms crossed behind his back. His strong arms. His shoulders looked tense under his tactical vest. With his legs spread, rooted in the ground, he looked at her with an unemotional expression. She could feel his judgement.

‘So he’s here cause he needs to know?’

Bitch.

‘He’s here cause I said so’, affirmed Price. ‘Now speak.’

She took another deep breath. Her body language betrayed her harsh voice. Her knees was bouncing up and down, heel of her boot hitting the ground with a faint click, click, click…

‘That’s my uncle. My father’s brother.’

Seeing her stop, Price gestured her to keep going.

‘He’s a complete fucking failure of a man, him and my mom were in a relationship for as long as i can remember. He’s a fucking parasite, I’ve hated him all my life.’ She slowly batted her eyelashes at the captain. ‘That enough?’

Simon remembered, Eva's dad died in prison. Was he in the mob too? Price sighed and pressed the remote again. Another picture, a younger woman. She looked like Eva’s twin, same face shape, same green eyes, same full dark eyebrows. Only difference, the girl in the photo was smiling. A sincere and sweet smile. At the sight of the girl, Eva’s foot stopped shaking. The smirk disappeared from her lips. A telling that the situation was escalating was that Laswell approached the table.

‘Do you want to take a break?’

‘No, no fucking break now’ Price’s voice echoed in the small room. He stepped in front of the woman and gestured toward the screen, urging Eva to speak. The girl was pale again, eyes glued to the screen. She didn’t even blink.

‘It’s…’, her voice was a whisper again. Not so mouthy now, hu?

Her lower lip was now bleeding, on the right side. Her fingertips started scratching her cuticles again, as she did the day prior. He supposed there wasn’t much skin left to peel off. She wasn’t, again, in the position to cry. Criminals don’t cry. When do behave like she did, you can’t cry. You simply have no right to. She had made so much money through helping her mom, she had benefited from everything her mom represented, now what? She regretted it? What, just because she saw a picture of her sister? Really?

‘Maria Adele, your sister. That’s her older sister.’ Price finished her phrase, probably fed up with her. The words were directed at Simon, who acknowledged the similarities between the girl on the screen and Eva. Eva, she looked at the tv with desolate eyes, with deep sorrow in her expression.

‘Maria was never involved in criminality, she lived a normal childhood and often urged Eva to be smart and leave the business. Now, onto more practical things…’

Price left the remote on the table, but the picture of Maria still illuminated the room and reflected in Eva’s green eyes.

‘One of the Camorra's strategies to gain social prestige is political patronage. The family clans are deeply influential in the regions and national politics, because of their grip on the community. The family bosses, like Tania, use their political sway to assist and protect their clients against the local authorities. So that they can deal with drugs and prostitution and corruption and no one bats an eye. Through a mixture of brute force, political status, and social leadership, the Camorra clans have gained ground as middlemen between the local community and bureaucrats and politicians at national level.’

Simon began to understand, this was no normal mission. This was no normal individual, no normal girl. This kind of power, this kind of influence, the influence of fear, was most likely running the political and legal system in Italy.

‘When a person comes in contact with a clan, if they respect their rules, they’re granted privileges and protection. If the police asks, there’s no mafia in Naples.’

‘With her political connections, Tania provides Neapolitan politicians with broad electoral support, and in return receives support for her illegal business, meaning they're aware of what she does... they just let her.’ Price finished speaking, and the room was filled by heavy silence. Simon could almost hear Eva’s heart beating at an abnormal pace. She still looked at the screen, at her sister. She probably missed her, or so Simon assumed.

‘Why didn’t you stop your mom?’ Price asked.

Eva was too stunned by the stupidity of the question and could only raise her eyes at him, looking at the captain through her eyebrows. There was a strange feeling, a tingling in her chest. It was anger.

‘Stop?’ She repeated. Thought the room was silent, it was almost hard to hear her.

‘Yes, why didn’t you do something?’ Price insisted.

Tears were incontrollabile, at the corners of her eyes. Her leg began to tremble again, she brought her shoulders together, closing herself in.

‘Do what?!’ She finally raised her voice.

‘You said it just now!’ Her eyes looked translucent in front of the screen. ‘You said it, it’s everywhere! The law, the police, the church… There is no escaping.’ She sniffled, and shook her head. ‘It’s how things work there, either you obey or you die, captain. You fucking knew this already!’ She yelled, desperate. ‘Either you pay or you die, you obey or you die, you follow them or—‘

She stopped speaking abruptly. Price had leaned against the table and accidentally pressed a button on the remote. The screen had switched images once more.

Eva’s body was shaken with a cold shiver. Her whole body could finally relax, the tension leaving her neck and shoulders. Her face muscles relaxed, no tears, not cries were enough to express what she was feeling.

Simon followed her gaze, looking at the tv. It was a picture of a young man, a child. Beautiful brown eyes, red cheeks, a cheeky grin on his face. A skinny kid, wearing a blue shirt. In the picture, he was looking down at someone by his side. The other person was cut from the picture, but had blond long hair. Eva, with all probability. They looked to be in a park, the golden light of the sun indicating it was sunset. A nice picture.

‘John, why did you..’

‘Sorry this wasn’t supposed to be—‘

‘Turn it off, now!’

‘Okay, this is enough.’

The three voices were cut off by a loud and sinister shriek. Eva raised her shaking hand to cover her mouth, so hard Simon feared she couldn’t breathe. A small whimper came from her lips as she was trying to suppress her sobbing.

Simon’s first instinct was to kneel beside her, to make sure she was breathing, to make her stop shaking. He almost stepped foreword. He had comforted her, once... Salvo was quicker. As he circled her with his right arm, Eva’s face turned away from the screen and toward Simon. Not intentionally. Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked horrified. Salvo told Laswell and Price she needed a minute, Price said sorry, he shouldn’t have included that picture. It was clear now, something really bad must have happened to her brother, reason why she took revenge with her attack maybe…

‘I lost my brother too’, she had said.

They were out the door before he knew it. As he did the day before, he followed them. He had the right to know, he needed to know, what happened to her brother, what would have happened to her if she betrayed her mom. His legs moved in autopilot, unconsciously guiding him in her direction. Always towards her. And even got the courage to speak.

‘Eva!’ He called out.

Salvo had one hand on the small of the girl’s back, escorting her out. She turned around to look at him.

‘Don’t’, Salvo.

She still looked behind her.

‘Wait’, Simon.

Her face still distorted in shock and fear, she didn’t move.

‘Let’s go’, Salvo was ready to take off.

Simon dared a step foreword, ‘You can’t keep me from her!’

His words were heard by both of them, though they didn’t look back.

notes: heyyy the mafia hu??? happy Simon and Eva day, I am OBSESSED with him wanting to speak and be close to her even though she betrayed him. he neeeeds to be in her life and be special to her. uh.

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