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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.”

#An evening at the arrow house #Jack Nelson x OC #Jack Nelson x Lilith Rose Shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #Tommy Shelby #Polly Gray #Michael Gray #Gina Gray #John Shelby #Ada Thorne #Alfie Solomons #heaven shelby #arthur shelby #Scarlet Shelby #Luca Changretta #Eva Smith #Grace Shelby

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Decided to have some fun with the simulator! Some of these are so accurate it’s scary lmaoo

@call-sign-shark @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @emotionalcadaver @moral-terpitude

THE BLOODBATH

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Ada Shelby finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver.

Michael Gray runs away from the Cornucopia.

Arthur Shelby and Freddie Thorne fight for a bag. Freddie Thorne gives up and retreats.

Eva Smith, Quinn Meyer, and Polly Gray work together to get as many supplies as possible.

Johanna Mason runs away from the Cornucopia.

Rose Coldwell grabs a jar of fishing bait while Johnny Dogs gets fishing gear.

Isiah Jesus runs away from the Cornucopia.

Lucy Winters runs away from the Cornucopia.

Tommy Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Gina Nelson runs away from the Cornucopia.

Alfie Solomons runs away from the Cornucopia.

Grace Burgess grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

Jack Nelson runs away from the Cornucopia.

Aveline Young runs away from the Cornucopia.

Bonnie Gold runs away from the Cornucopia.

Finn Shelby snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Linda Shelby grabs a shovel.

Luca Changretta accidently steps on a landmine.

Nina Ferrante takes a spear from inside the cornucopia.

Heaven Lavey cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Nooo Shark, sorry for your girl

DAY 1

Alfie Solomons overhears Freddie Thorne and Jack Nelson talking in the distance.

Finn Shelby chases Johnny Dogs.

Linda Shelby overhears Isiah Jesus and Gina Nelson talking in the distance.

Aveline Young attacks Eva Smith, but she manages to escape.

Rose Coldwell practices her archery.

Lucy Winters diverts Tommy Shelby's attention and runs away.

Nina Ferrante constructs a shack.

Arthur Shelby diverts Ada Shelby's attention and runs away.

Polly Gray, Quinn Meyer, Grace Burgess, Michael Gray, and Johanna Mason track down and kill Bonnie Gold.

Noooo Bonnie

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Fallen tributes:

Luca Changretta

Heaven Lavey

Bonnie Gold

NIGHT 1

Tommy Shelby climbs a tree to rest.

Quinn Meyer destroys Rose Coldwell's supplies while she is asleep.

Linda Shelby stays awake all night.

Finn Shelby receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Jack Nelson, Gina Nelson, Arthur Shelby, Freddie Thorne, and Nina Ferrante sleep in shifts.

Polly Gray tries to sing herself to sleep.

Isiah Jesus taints Ada Shelby's food, killing her.

Lucy Winters receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith loses sight of where she is.

Johnny Dogs attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

Alfie Solomons quietly hums.

Aveline Young lets Johanna Mason into her shelter.

Grace Burgess starts a fire.

Michael Gray receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

DAY 2

Gina Nelson kills Isiah Jesus while he is resting.

Alfie Solomons diverts Rose Coldwell's attention and runs away.

Freddie Thorne stalks Tommy Shelby.

These two can’t help being at each other’s throat in every universe

Linda Shelby dies of dysentery.

Arthur Shelby questions his sanity.

Nina Ferrante runs away from Lucy Winters.

Johanna Mason and Johnny Dogs hunt for other tributes.

Polly Gray sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Finn Shelby questions his sanity.

Michael Gray practices his archery.

Grace Burgess camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Aveline Young hunts for other tributes.

Quinn Meyer sprains her ankle while running away from Jack Nelson.

Eva Smith makes a slingshot.

Fallen tributes:

Ada Shelby

Isiah Jesus

Linda Shelby

NIGHT 2

Aveline Young kills Johanna Mason while she is sleeping.

Grace Burgess, Gina Nelson, and Jack Nelson cheerfully sing songs together.

Michael Gray convinces Polly Gray to snuggle with him.

Nina Ferrante screams for help.

Rose Coldwell and Freddie Thorne hold hands.

Finn Shelby thinks about home.

Eva Smith lets Alfie Solomons into her shelter.

Tommy Shelby stabs Arthur Shelby in the back with a trident.

Tommy tf are you doing

Quinn Meyer thinks about home.

Lucy Winters and Johnny Dogs sleep in shifts.

DAY 3

Grace Burgess injures herself.

Freddie Thorne scares Jack Nelson off.

Gina Nelson attacks Lucy Winters, but she manages to escape.

Rose Coldwell searches for a water source.

Tommy Shelby constructs a shack.

Aveline Young receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Polly Gray chases Johnny Dogs.

Quinn Meyer overhears Michael Gray and Nina Ferrante talking in the distance.

Alfie Solomons travels to higher ground.

Eva Smith stalks Finn Shelby.

Fallen tributes:

Johanna Mason

Arthur Shelby

NIGHT 3

Rose Coldwell thinks about winning.

Jack Nelson starts a fire.

Tommy Shelby is awoken by nightmares.

Quinn Meyer and Grace Burgess run into each other and decide to truce for the night.

Lucy Winters stays awake all night.

Finn Shelby is unable to start a fire and sleeps without warmth.

Gina Nelson begs for Nina Ferrante to kill her. She reluctantly obliges, killing Gina Nelson.

Michael Gray sets up camp for the night.

Johnny Dogs, Eva Smith, and Aveline Young start fighting, but Eva Smith runs away as Johnny Dogs kills Aveline Young.

Freddie Thorne and Alfie Solomons talk about the tributes still alive.

Polly Gray thinks about home.

DAY 4

Eva Smith attacks Grace Burgess, but she manages to escape.

Jack Nelson, Johnny Dogs, Polly Gray, and Finn Shelby hunt for other tributes.

Rose Coldwell, Quinn Meyer, and Lucy Winters hunt for other tributes.

Tommy Shelby chases Alfie Solomons.

Well this is accurate

Nina Ferrante fishes.

Michael Gray camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Freddie Thorne cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Fallen tributes:

Gina Nelson

Aveline Young

Freddie Thorne

NIGHT 4

Eva Smith receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Quinn Meyer, Rose Coldwell, and Nina Ferrante cheerfully sing songs together.

This made me laugh. Girls there’s nothing to be cheerful about.

Michael Gray receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy Winters, Johnny Dogs, Finn Shelby, and Polly Gray tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

Jack Nelson receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Tommy Shelby tries to treat his infection.

Grace Burgess taints Alfie Solomons's food, killing him.

DAY 5

Finn Shelby and Lucy Winters work together for the day.

Jack Nelson and Eva Smith hunt for other tributes.

Tommy Shelby attacks Polly Gray, but Nina Ferrante protects her, killing Tommy Shelby.

👀

Grace Burgess scares Johnny Dogs off.

Quinn Meyer kills Rose Coldwell with a sickle.

Michael Gray makes a wooden spear.

Fallen tributes:

Alfie Solomons

Tommy Shelby

Rose Coldwell

NIGHT 5

Michael Gray cries himself to sleep.

Nina Ferrante and Quinn Meyer tell stories about themselves to each other.

Eva Smith begs for Polly Gray to kill her. She refuses, keeping Eva Smith alive.

Jack Nelson and Grace Burgess sleep in shifts.

Johnny Dogs quietly hums.

Lucy Winters and Finn Shelby talk about the tributes still alive.

DAY 6

Quinn Meyer, Johnny Dogs, Polly Gray, and Jack Nelson raid Michael Gray's camp while he is hunting.

Finn Shelby overhears Lucy Winters and Eva Smith talking in the distance.

Nina Ferrante shoots a poisonous blow dart into Grace Burgess's neck, slowly killing her.

ARENA EVENT

A fire spreads throughout the arena.

Quinn Meyer survives.

Jack Nelson falls to the ground, but kicks Polly Gray hard enough to then push her into the fire.

The fire catches up to Nina Ferrante, killing her.

Rip my girl, you always get to this point then get killed off

Michael Gray kills Eva Smith in order to utilize a body of water safely.

The fire catches up to Finn Shelby, killing him.

Lucy Winters survives.

The fire catches up to Johnny Dogs, killing him.

Fallen tributes:

Grace Burgess

Polly Gray

Nina Ferrante

Eva Smith

Finn Shelby

Johnny Dogs

NIGHT 6

Quinn Meyer starts a fire.

Jack Nelson destroys Lucy Winters's supplies while she is asleep.

Michael Gray dies from an infection.

THE FEAST

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Lucy Winters decides not to go to The Feast.

Jack Nelson decides not to go to The Feast.

Quinn Meyer decides not to go to The Feast.

DAY 7

Jack Nelson tends to Quinn Meyer's wounds.

Lucy Winters is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

ARENA EVENT

The arena's border begins to rapidly contract.

Lucy Winters restrains Jack Nelson to a tree and leaves him to die.

Quinn Meyer trips on a tree root and is unable to recover fast enough.

Fallen tributes:

Michael Gray

Jack Nelson

Quinn Meyer

The winner is Lucy Winters from District 12!

Congrats @emotionalcadaver your girl won again!

#hunger games au

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Jumping on the bandwagon with this one! Shout out to @justrainandcoffee for finding this! Also tagging my other Hunger Games AU peeps @evita-shelby, @call-sign-shark, @peakyswritings, and @lunarubra!

Simulation can be found here!

The Bloodbath

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Freddie Thorne runs away from the Cornucopia.

Aveline Young runs away from the Cornucopia.

Arthur Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Heaven Lavey grabs a backpack and retreats.

Jack Nelson finds a backpack full of camping equipment.

Tommy Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Luca Changretta runs away from the Cornucopia.

Gina Nelson grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

May Carleton, Michael Gray, and Polly Gray get into a fight. Polly Gray triumphantly kills them both.

Johnny Dogs runs away from the Cornucopia.

Charlie Strong snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Lucy Winters runs away from the Cornucopia.

Alfie Solomons scares Johanna Mason away from the cornucopia.

Finn Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Grace Burgess takes a handful of throwing knives.

John Shelby and Rose Coldwell fight for a bag. Rose Coldwell gives up and retreats.

Isiah Jesus and Ada Shelby fight for a bag. Ada Shelby gives up and retreats.

Eva Smith snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Nina Ferrante clutches a first aid kit and runs away.

Day 1

Gina Nelson camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Alfie Solomons stalks Johanna Mason.

Rose Coldwell goes hunting.

Nina Ferrante runs away from Jack Nelson.

Grace Burgess tries to spear fish with a trident.

Eva Smith receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Luca Changretta runs away from Freddie Thorne.

Ada Shelby receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby diverts Lucy Winters's attention and runs away.

Finn Shelby scares Johnny Dogs off.

Charlie Strong questions his sanity.

John Shelby, Tommy Shelby, and Polly Gray hunt for other tributes.

Aveline Young pushes Isiah Jesus off a cliff during a knife fight.

Heaven Lavey hunts for other tributes.

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

May Carleton District 4 Michael Gray District 3 Isiah Jesus District 11

Night 1

Heaven Lavey, Jack Nelson, and Aveline Young sleep in shifts.

Charlie Strong screams for help.

Finn Shelby receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Johnny Dogs questions his sanity.

Alfie Solomons loses sight of where he is.

Polly Gray tends to Freddie Thorne's wounds.

Luca Changretta receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Johanna Mason receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith and Ada Shelby tell stories about themselves to each other.

Tommy Shelby and Lucy Winters huddle for warmth.

Grace Burgess thinks about home.

John Shelby cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Nina Ferrante, Rose Coldwell, Gina Nelson, and Arthur Shelby tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

*slams hands on desk* Lucy x Tommy is canon you guys my babies are cuddling sajfhsdjkgfhsd 😭😭😭

Day 2

Charlie Strong questions his sanity.

Ada Shelby, Freddie Thorne, Aveline Young, Johnny Dogs, and Polly Gray hunt for other tributes.

Rose Coldwell collects fruit from a tree.

Tommy Shelby and Gina Nelson work together for the day.

Alfie Solomons camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Grace Burgess tries to spear fish with a trident.

Arthur Shelby runs away from Jack Nelson.

Johanna Mason scares Lucy Winters off.

Nina Ferrante, Finn Shelby, Eva Smith, and Heaven Lavey hunt for other tributes.

Luca Changretta hunts for other tributes.

John Shelby makes a wooden spear.

Night 2

Johnny Dogs fends Polly Gray, Grace Burgess, and Luca Changretta away from his fire.

Nina Ferrante stabs Freddie Thorne in the back with a trident.

Finn Shelby overpowers Heaven Lavey, killing her.

Alfie Solomons and Aveline Young sleep in shifts.

Lucy Winters decapitates Rose Coldwell with a sword.

Tommy Shelby screams for help.

Jack Nelson goes to sleep.

Johanna Mason receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby tends to Charlie Strong's wounds.

Ada Shelby, John Shelby, and Eva Smith sleep in shifts.

Gina Nelson attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

@call-sign-shark Finn overpowering Heaven has got to be the most hilariously ooc things I've ever heard. As if he would ever actually stand a chance against her. And @justrainandcoffee oh my god please tell Rosie that Lucy is SO SORRY she doesn't know what came over her 🫣

Day 3

Gina Nelson scares Grace Burgess off.

Nina Ferrante tends to Finn Shelby's wounds.

Arthur Shelby receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Charlie Strong bashes Luca Changretta's head in with a mace.

Ada Shelby hunts for other tributes.

Johnny Dogs goes hunting.

Tommy Shelby diverts John Shelby's attention and runs away.

Aveline Young defeats Polly Gray in a fight, but spares her life.

Lucy Winters receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Jack Nelson and Johanna Mason work together to drown Alfie Solomons.

Fallen Tributes

5 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Freddie Thorne District 5 Heaven Lavey District 7 Rose Coldwell District 8 Luca Changretta District 1 Alfie Solomons District 9

Night 3

Charlie Strong thinks about home.

Eva Smith, Tommy Shelby, and Jack Nelson sleep in shifts.

John Shelby sees a fire, but stays hidden.

Polly Gray questions her sanity.

Nina Ferrante climbs a tree to rest.

Lucy Winters passes out from exhaustion.

Aveline Young screams for help.

Grace Burgess, Finn Shelby, Gina Nelson, and Johanna Mason sleep in shifts.

Ada Shelby receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby sets up camp for the night.

Johnny Dogs questions his sanity.

Day 4

Johnny Dogs, Ada Shelby, Lucy Winters, John Shelby, and Arthur Shelby hunt for other tributes.

Aveline Young constructs a shack.

Grace Burgess travels to higher ground.

Eva Smith is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Polly Gray travels to higher ground.

Tommy Shelby and Johanna Mason fight Gina Nelson and Jack Nelson. Gina Nelson and Jack Nelson survive.

Nina Ferrante kills Charlie Strong for his supplies.

Finn Shelby explores the arena.

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Tommy Shelby District 12 Johanna Mason District 7 Charlie Strong District 4

Night 4

Aveline Young bleeds out due to untreated injuries.

Arthur Shelby receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy Winters, Finn Shelby, Grace Burgess, Polly Gray, and John Shelby sleep in shifts.

Gina Nelson and Johnny Dogs talk about the tributes still alive.

Nina Ferrante tries to treat her infection.

Ada Shelby dies from thirst.

Eva Smith and Jack Nelson tell stories about themselves to each other.

@evita-shelby Do I sense something potentially happening between Eva and Jack? 👀

Day 5

John Shelby stalks Lucy Winters.

Gina Nelson constructs a shack.

Polly Gray severely slices Nina Ferrante with a sword.

Grace Burgess fishes.

Finn Shelby attacks Jack Nelson, but he manages to escape.

Eva Smith questions her sanity.

Johnny Dogs dies from thirst.

Arthur Shelby makes a slingshot.

Fallen Tributes

4 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Aveline Young District 11 Ada Shelby District 6 Nina Ferrante District 9 Johnny Dogs District 10

Night 5

Finn Shelby and Gina Nelson talk about the tributes still alive.

Arthur Shelby, Polly Gray, and Grace Burgess get into a fight. Grace Burgess triumphantly kills them both.

Lucy Winters forces John Shelby to kill Eva Smith or Jack Nelson. He decides to kill Eva Smith.

The Feast

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Gina Nelson decides not to go to The Feast.

John Shelby decides not to go to The Feast.

Finn Shelby decides not to go to The Feast.

Jack Nelson and Grace Burgess get into a fight over raw meat, but Jack Nelson gives up and runs away.

Lucy Winters decides not to go to The Feast.

Day 6

Gina Nelson discovers a river.

John Shelby goes hunting.

Grace Burgess attacks Jack Nelson, but he manages to escape.

Finn Shelby sprains his ankle while running away from Lucy Winters.

Arena Event

Monkey mutts fill the arena.

Lucy Winters dies from internal bleeding caused by a monkey mutt.

Grace Burgess dies from internal bleeding caused by a monkey mutt.

Gina Nelson uses Finn Shelby as a shield from the monkey mutts.

John Shelby survives.

Jack Nelson survives.

Noooo my girl 😭 At least she made it pretty far!

Fallen Tributes

6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Arthur Shelby District 6 Polly Gray District 3 Eva Smith District 10 Lucy Winters District 12 Grace Burgess District 1 Finn Shelby District 8

Night 6

John Shelby receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Gina Nelson destroys Jack Nelson's supplies while he is asleep.

Day 7

John Shelby shoots an arrow into Jack Nelson's head.

Gina Nelson cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Fallen Tributes

2 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Jack Nelson District 2 Gina Nelson District 2

The Winner

The winner is John Shelby from District 5!

#the hunger games au

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Incantatrice

Chapter 15

Cw: the usual shit like mentioned murders, some slut shaming, etc

Gif by @eyemarchshelby

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @babayaga67 @wandawiccan60 @call-sign-shark

While Luca coordinates the murder of the Shelby who started this, Eva decides to meet the woman at the center of it all: Elizabeth Stark.

“Did he ever give you the ring?” Eva asks as the woman aims a gun at the stranger in her house.

“Who are you, how did you get in here?” She asks knowing damn well what she means and yet hoping it is not the case.

“Not here to kill you, as much as they blame you for his death, it wasn’t entirely your fault I suppose.” The witch raised her hands to show she was unarmed ---not that she needed a weapon in her hands to do so if she changed her mind--- and the woman drops her weapon.

“I didn’t want him to die, we were supposed to run away to New York, but ---” Lizzie Stark can’t even say it.

But they own me.

He owns me.

Women once hired and had by a gangster cease to belong to themselves and become his.

Lizzie had only changed hands from John to Tommy Shelby the moment she agreed to be his secretary and personal whore.

“Oh, I know, he owns you. But that’s not the whole of it, I know that with just a snap of his fingers Thomas Shelby had you on your knees for him even that night before the wedding. Didn’t matter he had a wife; it wasn’t like she existed to be anything but a pretty trophy.

If he took you away, Angel had hoped you would forget Thomas, but you just had to tell him you were leaving. You wanted him to stop you.”

It is a low blow, but Eva doesn’t care.

She needs her guilt to drive a wedge between Shelby and his family.

Lizzie was more loyal to him than his aunt and brothers combined.

If Lizzie faltered, Shelby would have no one to turn to.

“I, I—” Lizzie, a woman who life made strong as steel, crumpled like a flower. “I didn’t know John would attack him. I didn’t know he would have him killed like that!”

Guilt is such a powerful tool.

“He has a wife.” Lizzie says as she sits herself in his old office and both act as if nothing is going on. “She is a witch like Polly.”

They were here waiting for the others.

No one save Ada, Arthur, Finn, and Michael had come home.

Linda had gone to her old house, locked the door behind them and said she’d be damned if her baby boy must pay for their sins.

“And you want me to believe you?” Thomas asked sarcastically. While he treaded with care about this side of things, he knew most witches were frauds.

This is not the case.

“She knew we fucked the night before your wedding. That you told me that the Grace you were marrying felt like pretty trophy to you.” This catches his attention, blue eyes narrowing in fear.

Even if they killed the Italians, one curse was enough to make sure they follow them to hell right after.

Thomas’ mother had laid a curse on the woman who called the parish on Polly and took her children, the woman choked on the body of Christ the following Sunday and dropped dead right there on the church.

Then people knew not to fuck with a Shelby.

“What did she want?” he asks knowing he won’t trust her with the answer she gives him.

How could you let him, I wanted out of this hell, Tommy! She remembers screaming at him when Angel’s mother called from the hospital to tell her what John did.

And then he told her he had killed Angel. That he himself had put a pillow over his face because it was his fault Grace was dead.

And somehow that pain, that blood in his hands led to them fucking like animals in the bed once occupied by the wife he never even knew.

“To present different terms. Luca and his mother want all of you gone, but she knows the vendetta can end if just the ones with blood on their hands are dead. That there was no need for anyone else to die, which is why she had the Macmillan’s take Charlie from you.”

Tell him it was me, she said fixing her red lipstick as she left.

“Nothing else?” he asks, thinking she is lying to him.

He won’t believe you, but oh well, Miss Stark, the witch had said.

Thomas trusted her with everything except his head and heart.

Grace, not the one he married, but the lying rat from the Garrison, he had trusted with his head and heart.

“No.”

“I was thinking, Maga we need a bambino to name after my brother. A little Angelo or Angelina to remember him by.” Luca said as they enjoyed the great start the vendetta had had.

It is Christmas morning when the first body falls.

Lizzie was not believed, and Tommy Shelby’s paranoia isolated him from everyone, Polly assumed she had fooled them and would learn the hard way no one lied to them and lived and soon all this would be over.

Thomas would have killed Michael anyways, better them than him, the witch supposed.

Esme Shelby would take the children and leave for France, Linda Shelby would not need much encouragement to leave England with her sweet baby boy and Finn Shelby, well, he may try but he has no taste for this sort of life.

Ada Thorne and her son would have to die as well if she doesn’t know what’s good for her. Change her name, move to some nice Jewish Neighborhood, marry a nice Jewish man, and forget she was ever a Shelby.

“Maybe, once this is over. Spring is a perfectly good time to give our new kingdom another little princess. Angela Lucia, what do you think?” she asks as she drinks in the sight below her window, while Small Heath reminded her of the less than picturesque parts of Mexico City, this would be theirs.

No more biting her tongue, no more being the quiet and well-mannered lady who is fine with not being the queen of the land.

Even her card has changed.

It was not the High Priestess anymore.

Eva had become the Empress.

And every empress needs an empire.

#eva smith changretta #luca changretta x eva smith #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta x reader #incantatrice #luca wins the vendetta au #peaky blinders

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Early sunset

Some Eva x Luca for a change

“How long did I sleep for?” She asks when she sees the sun setting outside.

Luca is not fazed as he fixed dinner for them seeing it was his turn to cook. “An hour, didn’t want to wake you.”

The sun sets at four in the afternoon during fall and winter.

Eva is never getting used to that.

Especially now that pregnancy has her tired and sleeping most of the afternoon these days. Sometimes Luca will join her, cuddle with her or sate those other cravings she gets so often.

“We haven’t decided on a name yet, haven’t we?” she asks drinking in the sunset and the sight of her husband making dinner for two.

He's a good guy despite the blood in his hands. A hell of a husband and no doubt a fantastic father when little Leonardo is born.

She hasn’t told him the name she has in mind for their baby boy. Eva knows he’ll disagree because of that other baby Leo who bleed out of her a year ago.

“No, but it won’t be Leonardo.” He doesn’t look up from the saucepan and yet his witch can read him like a book.

Thinks he’s to blame for not staying home with her that day, for putting the Family over his family.

“Too late, I have already seen his name. Leonardo Changretta. I suppose the universe really wants us to give it another try.”

#eva smith changretta #luca changretta x eva smith #luca changretta x ofc #november writing prompts

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The Yacht Life

Or modern!Eva x Luca ft Adrien Brody's yacht

#evacore #eva smith changretta #eva smith x luca changretta #luca changretta x eva smith #luca changretta x oc #moodboard

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Incantatrice

Chapter 18

Cw: some sex, death synbolism, minor infidelity🔞

Gif by @orpheusxx

Taglist:@thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @wandawiccan60

It was quite fun ruining his life.

Taking stock of the things that held him up and kicking each leg of the stool down, so he gets strangled by a noose of his own making.

Jessie Eden had been so horrified when she learned about Elizabeth Stark’s murder.

He needed the communist for his plans to become a politician and to get his companies back in order.

He would fuck her to get her under his spell like he did with the rest and then toss her out when he has no use for her.

Not that he needed to do much after Kitty Jurossi wove beautiful tales of the beautifully sad boy Tommy was.

Oh, it had been beautiful to see her idea of Tommy Shelby be torn to shreds when Eva gave her a strangely plausible lie.

He is not the man he appears to be, Miss Eden, the witch had said as she spun her web of half lies.

The witch shouldn’t have stayed, but she wanted to relish the destruction of Shelby a while longer.

It shouldn’t have surprised her for him to find her and demand to know why she was ruining his fucking life.

He and Polly are not so different, shoving her against a crumbling wall thinking they have what it takes to kill her and faltering in the last minute.

“You ruined mine. We had the perfect life and you just had to kill his father and brother the second we got it, Shelby.

Had you only used your reason, we wouldn’t be here.” She said as the man drunk on pain and whiskey keeps her there as if waiting for a man to shoot him for touching her.

“Yeah, well I had it too.” He said as if he hadn’t felt trapped every second he was with Grace after she told him she wasn’t leaving.

“Then why were you fucking Lizzie before your wife’s body was even cold?” she asks, tasting the alcohol and cigarettes in his breath.

Been a while since she smelled that on Luca, he’d quit smoking when Leonardo was born and their poor little lion would get coughing fits from the smell alone.

Eva remembers with fondness when she’d kiss her man and take the smoke from his mouth like she was stealing his soul kiss by kiss.

She shouldn’t be thinking this, she has a husband who is more than she ever wanted.

But here as the lamplight colors Shelby like a tragic hero and she the wicked witch, she knows in another life this man was hers.

And Shelby knew that too.

Why else would he lean in to kiss the poison on her lips instead of leaving?

Why else isn’t she stopping him?

“You could kill me right now and I would let you.” He said pulling back finding the poison sweet and addicting, just as she did.

“Isn’t it wonderful, in one life I am yours and in this one I am your enemy.” The witch said as he fights the urge to kiss her again and up the ante in this vendetta.

Luca is none the wiser when he returns home.

She feels some guilt over her kiss with Shelby. But not enough to tell him.

Not when he smells of alcohol and Polly Gray’s perfume. There was some lipstick in his collar from where he held his former flame close as he warned her about coming near her again.

“We should go dancing sometime, have the night off and enjoy our new kingdom.” He stripped as he joined her in the bath.

“We should, your poor wife has to settle for ruining a man’s love life for fun.” Eva said, enjoying the sight of her husband in all his nude and scarred glory lowering himself in her steaming hot bath.

“Where the fuck did you get this?” her husband asked as he took the cigarette in her hands and took a drag from it.

She had gotten the urge to smoke and had pilfered Tommy Shelby’s cigarette case when he had been kissing her.

“Shelby, picked it out of his pocket when I saw him leave the communist’s flat with balls as blue as his eyes.” She grinned, showing her the silver case with his initials: TMS, Thomas Michael Shelby. “He looked so pathetic; I just couldn’t help myself to take another of his comforts.”

A nice little trophy to add to her collection.

Luca laughed and gesturing for her to come join him and enjoy her spoils together. “The things you do, mia strega.”

The witch doesn’t hesitate to straddle him, to tease him and remind herself Luca is the only man she wants.

She strokes him and rubs against him as she aches for him to fuck her so hard she won’t even remember she kissed another man.

He rewarded her with a cigarette kiss while she lifted herself up slightly to let him guide his magnificent prick inside her.

The sex was always good, but it’s been a while since they were given the time and space to be as wild as they were before the children came along.

Even Paris hadn’t let them have this much fun.

“I bet Shelby wouldn’t kiss you like that.” He said as she exhaled for him and he kept his grip on her hips tight enough to keep her from moving.

So he knew.

“So you know, huh.” Eva should’ve expected that. Of course he’d have someone keep an eye on her. “Shelby’s got too much bad luck, he even tasted salty. Had to steal his cigarettes to get the taste out of my mouth.”

It is a half-truth, yes she could taste his bad luck in his tongue, but he was damnably good kisser.

No wonder Lizzie Stark had been such a doormat.

“If you see him again, maga,” Luca’s hand moved lower until he found just what he needed to drive his point home and have her forgetting entirely about this other man who stirred her desire like he did, “I’m going to kill him for putting his hands on my woman.”

“Can I watch, daddy? Can I watch you kill him?” she begs as he continued to drive her fucking insane with those pianist’s fingers of his.

“Only right for you to watch, Evuccia, you already gave Thomas Shelby the kiss of death. “ he answered as he dealt her the best punishment in her life.

Eva was out of breath and winded from the combination of her orgasm and seeing their victory as clear as crystal.

“February 5th. The day Thomas Shelby dies by your hand.” Been so long since he triggered a vision like that, she’d almost thought it had been a fluke last time. “Don’t forget to run out of bullets tomorrow. Polly won’t join us if you kill her son.”

Tomorrow wasn’t about killing anyone, all they needed was for Thomas Shelby to lose the person he trusts most and remind Elizabeth Gray, she and her son are either with them or dead.

It will have another purpose too, Linda Shelby will realize her baby son cannot grow up knowing one day someone will come and collect any outstanding debts his father and uncles have.

She will remember how he killed that boy and how he hurts her with those same hands.

Arthur Shelby will return home tomorrow evening and find her long gone.

Who knew karma wanted a piece of them too?

#eva smith changretta #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta x eva smith #incantatrice fic

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Devilry dancing in her blood

Or Evas adventures in the Eva-verse

For @raincoffeeandfandoms blog birthday OC celebration 🎂

Enjoy!!!!!

It is strange how she got here.

To this place she knew was her destiny and she pretended she could avoid it.

Eva was born to rule high society, marry a great rich man and ensure they could rise as high as far as Saint Peter’s Gates in her generation or the next.

She drinks the tequila quickly before she lost her nerve.

The witch still gets nervous before these events, you know.

When she was fifteen her mother introduced her to the secret passed down to them from Lydia Chapul de Aramburu who took a shot of tequila before receiving her lover at the home she rebuilt from scratch.

Eva takes one last look at the mirror and sees the nervous fifteen year old girl so hopeful in a pink ball gown that once belonged to her grandmother.

To think all the hell that broke loose when she became a woman in the eyes of society.

To think how she came to discover who she was and what she would never be during those dark years between her fifteenth birthday and her twenty-first.

That she would leave and start over in a strange country that hated her for being different and yet rise just as she her great-great-grandmother did when she chose to change her last name from Aramburu to Arambula after sending Emperor Agustín to his death.

“They are ready for you, Mrs. Shelby.” Tommy says from outside the dressing room door.

There was probably something bad about drinking so early in the morning, but she needs it.

Besides it just one measly shot.

Just to settle her nerves and keep her from being nauseous or worse throwing up on Tommy during her vows .

Could you imagine if it went viral?

Mexican heiress vomits on English groom.

No, señor, she is not letting that happen.

There can’t be anything going wrong today.

It can go to shit tomorrow, today is her fucking wedding day.

After one last look in the mirror, Eva reaches for the door.

She keeps a bottle of tequila for emergencies such as these.

The first true meeting between Wakanda and Talokan to cement their alliance.

Maybe if K’uk’ulkan had not killed Ramonda thinking they had killed her or not have Wakanda declare war in revenge, this wouldn’t be making her so nervous.

She is dressed in Talokanil regalia, the only difference is that her headdress is a replica of Montezuma’s and black as squid ink with pearls and silver white vibranium holding it together.

She wears the pearls Ch’ah Toh Almehen , or as his enemies know him, Namor, gave her that magical night they met and te pearl bracelet woven for his mother with the fibers of the plant that save him and his people.

She has been the Witch Queen of Talokan since 1920 and yet this meeting has her biting her nails from the anxiety.

When she opens the curtain door she will be where she needs to be, she tells herself after fixing the endless ropes of the most perfect pearls the God King of Talokan could find.

It is over.

The last of the Shelbys are dead or hiding and now begins their reign.

The rubies are as red as the blood on her hands and the dress as black as her soul.

The Empress has completed her transformation and tonight she comes to stand by her Emperor as they celebrate their victory.

The black velvet is fine and warm, but the chill in her bones creeps in still.

The tequila does enough to quell it, but it’s there.

Something is going to happen the moment she opens that door.

But she must open it and see what’s behind it.

“You said you only needed a minute, maga, it’s been ten.” Her husband said impatiently.

“You can’t hurry perfection, Luca.” The witch laughed despite the pit in her stomach and opened the door.

She shouldn’t have been drinking.

She is pregnant with their first and second.

Twin boys.

Perfect little boys with their father’s looks and her desire to fight for what is right.

Eva can’t wait to tell Jack.

He has been great, sure there were some close calls and she’s had to threaten his secretary, but he wouldn’t stray.

Eva won’t let him.

But he could, her magic has been acting strange since she conceived.

And some men don’t like fucking their pregnant wives and after because the body changes for the occasion.

Will he still find her desirable?

Will he stop being her devoted husband who can’t go a day without her?

There is only one way to find out.

“Next time you want to fuck with magic, Evie, count me out.” Tommy said and she laughed at his words.

Fuck?

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Fuck!

Not again.

Eva Shelby, formerly Eva Smallwood opens the door of her dressing room to step into her old house in Veracruz and sees five other Evas walk into the courtyard as confused as her.

“Did we play with magic again?” an older Eva asks her, and it takes her a moment to realize that this was the Eva she switched places with.

“Why are you old, we are the same age?” she asks herself and her lookalike scoffs.

“Forty isn’t old, Smallwood.” Eva Shelby answered.

“Neither is 129, Lady Smallwood.” The fae looking queen who isn’t a day over twenty-five says with a glare.

“What is going on?” an Eva ,with a more pronounced American accent says wearing a baby blue day dress and having the aura of twin baby boys, asks the one question she might be able to answer.

But the sixth Eva beats her to the punch.

Somehow there is a darker, bloodier aura to her. The cold of death sticking to her like perfume.

“The Multiverse has been broken."

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #eva smith changretta #eva smith nelson #eva smith riley #luca changretta x eva smith #jack nelson x eva smith #namor x eva #kukulkan x eva #a different sort of man fic #incantatrice fic #between the shadow and the soul #national anthem fic #the witch queen of talokan series #of gods and witches fic

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Ch.16

Cw: death, guilt, feminicide, murder, mentions of sex(duh its an eva fic), whatever murder of a pregnant person is called

Taglist: @wandawiccan60 @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife

Gif by @cillianparadise

“I want you to be the last.” Luca had said when they met earlier yesterday, “I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead 'cause my mother says that is what will hurt you the most.”

A few days after John’s funeral, Elizabeth Stark is found dead in a canal.

Her autopsy revealed she was pregnant, barely two months along.

He hadn’t killed her, but he let Esme and Polly take their revenge.

Always loving the wrong women, Polly had said drinking to hide her shaking hands as she washed the blood from them.

When the police call her next of kin, Tommy pretends he is as shocked as they are to know his family is all she had.

He is alone at the cemetery when he sees a woman in black come with marigolds.

Perhaps a friend, he thinks, Lizzie was alone in the world.

Alone save for them and the baby she never even knew about.

“I warned her this would happen.” The woman said, an American with a voice like cool silk.

The hairs on the back of his neck rise in intrigue, fear and anger.

“Mrs. Changretta, I presume.” He said taking out a cigarette case Lizzie had picked out for him last Christmas.

He killed her like he killed Grace and Greta and Zelda.

The sapphire was not the curse, the curse was him.

“There was no curse, your women were not interesting enough to warrant one.” The woman answered reading his mind. “Just shit luck, hence why they fell in love with you.”

Like a real witch, like his mother once used to do before the tablets and the booze and the opium turned her into something unrecognizable.

She was good looking too, in that slightly unnerving beauty that beckoned you like a moth to a flame.

No wonder Luca had married her, with a woman like that, he was God himself.

“And rich to boot. Had I not gone to the opera that evening, I would have ended up here.” She adds, being pleasant company despite being the wife of the man here to kill them all. “Maybe even have had the misfortune of falling in love with you down the line.”

“What do you want?” he asks not wanting to think what game the witch is playing at.

“Just want this to be over, same as you.” She answered as if they didn’t have vastly different meanings. “Should have let her go instead of damning them all to die, Shelby.”

“They killed my wife.” He says, as if that makes it better.

“Your wife’s killer wasn’t one of ours, he hadn’t been lying, you know. Just like Lizzie wasn’t lying either.” The woman smirked. “You knew that, not then, but later when it was already done and no turning back.

First rule of this world is not to be taken in by appearances, and every damn time you fall for the veneer.

First Grace, then Solomons and Sabini, the shooter, the Russians and now Lizzie.”

“If you wanted her dead, you could’ve done it yourself.” He exhaled wishing nothing more than to take the revolver to his head, feel the cold steel on his temple and feel the thrill of pulling the fucking trigger.

But then he always remembers Charlie and Lizzie and he puts it down. Goes to them and remembers there are people he lives for.

This time there won’t be anyone to keep him from ending his miserable life.

The Changrettas wanted him to die even if he won.

“’s good strategy you have, even if you lose, you win.” He points out, as a man who likes competence, at least it’s a comfort to know his enemies are not winning by blind luck, but by skill.

Campbell only won because he didn’t know Tommy would have fallen for such a lousy spy in the first place.

Had Tommy not been so vulnerable when Grace came dressed in lies, everything would have been so different.

So many dead or gone from his life because he loved the wrong woman.

“Never caught your name, Mrs. Changretta.” He brings up when the woman turned to leave.

“Eva. Eva Changretta.”

“Polly’s lying to you.” Eva said the moment she smelled her on his clothes when he returned from the nightclub he met Polly Gray at.

He had a drink and a dance with her, and Eva had put flowers on the grave of Tommy’s lover and victim.

“This isn’t my first vendetta, you know.” He reminds her, trying to kiss her as she took off his vest.

“I know, but it doesn’t hurt to remind you.” The witch said moving out of the way before he could do so.

“Are you jealous, maga?” he asks recognizing fully well the telltale signs of her jealousy.

Luca will remind her she is the only woman he wants in his bed.

Could remind her right on the desk, or the chair, the door, anywhere they want without the children killing the mood.

Can’t remember the last time they had the luxury to be loud and go as long as they want.

They’re getting a nanny after this.

“You would be the same if I had been the one dancing so closely with Tommy Shelby.” Eva answered, knowing he could not fault her with such a good argument.

“If he even touched you, he’d be a dead man.” Luca nuzzled her neck, kissing and biting her so they know she is his property.

Only fair he gets to mark her after she marked him this morning.

“If you fuck the aunt, I will fuck the nephew.” The witch warns as things take their natural progression.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re jealous, it’s a good color on you, Evucca.” He smirked.

“Met his wife this morning. She claims the shooter wasn’t one of theirs.” Tommy lights another cigarette and offers Polly one of his.

“Luca said Lizzie was a taste of what’s to come.” Polly supplied with a sigh.

Hands hadn’t stopped shaking since that night.

Esme called saying Lizzie and her baby had been haunting her. Esme hadn’t known about the baby.

We killed an innocent, Polly, they made us kill an innocent, Esme had said in a panic.

Lizzie had not been lying, just as Vincente Changretta hadn’t either.

Now they pay the fucking price.

And what a heavy prize it is.

If she must choose between her son or Tommy, Polly knows he won’t blame her for it.

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(Or i finally remembered to make the moodboard)

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Chapter 14

(Also the result of the build-a-fic game, thanks for playing)

"He looks miserable, poor soul."

Gif by @themarcspector-a

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @wandawiccan60 @call-sign-shark

Luca is not the same man as before.

He is colder, cruel and craving blood, Shelby blood to be specific.

He loves her still, but he is rougher and less tolerant of her games and the way her visions disagree with him and his plans.

Audrey is an unwelcome guest in their house ---making it feel too small despite having rooms for everyone--- where she begins to make Luca heed her every word.

The witch fights her for Luca’s attention, and she just knows she’s going to kill that fucking woman one of these days.

But then, out of the blue he surprises her with a romantic getaway for two to Paris while Audrey takes care of the children.

Rosalba is nearly a year old now and Leonardo nearly five, as much as Eva cried about leaving them, she can’t let her marriage with Luca slip from her fingers.

And it is a good decision, he is different away from that wretched woman’s desire for vengeance.

Vengeance Eva knows will be the death of him and every man that goes with them.

But Luca is as if nothing had changed in Paris.

Apologizes for neglecting her as of late and lets her do as she pleases. They are somehow like before, when he agreed to her strange whims because he knew it be fucking fantastic.

Luca has been very indulgent as of late.

He is hiding something, and she knows what it is.

The witch knows he is preparing for the vendetta even if he lies to her face about it.

The Changrettas in New York, the Battaglia from his mother’s side, some Terranova cousins he has been chummy with recently and even Matteo’s in-laws were getting involved in his vendetta.

“There is no fucking way you go to England without me, mi vida.” She said holding his ticket for a first-class cabin on a different ocean linear.

“I can risk the children losing both of us, Evuccia.” He tries to take the ticket back only for her to gracefully move out of his way the moment he bends slightly to distract her with his lips.

She could taste the Averna in his breath even after moving away from him.

“But you want me to be okay with losing you.” He goes high, she goes low.

“Eva.” He begins and cannot even make a better argument about it. “I have to do this; they came for my family and they will pay for it.”

They were kept under lock and key now, always armed, men keeping watch and moving with every step they took.

Even Spinietta could feel the dark shadow looming over them.

A vendetta was to the death of the last man or until some accord was had.

But Luca needed more than Thomas, Arthur and John dead.

Audrey wants them to make the Shelbys wish they had never crawled out of the hole they came from.

To kill the children and the women and anyone carrying Shelby blood.

“Take me with you. You always do better with me in your corner.”

Luca knew Eva was not one to fuck with, and yet every time she joins the game, she leaves him shocked.

“Yes, Mrs. Macmillan, I have heard so many things about Mr. Shelby. He is not a good man; I would not wish any child to grow up with the man who killed his real father.” Eva smirks as she plays the concerned mother to a woman unaware her only grandson had not a single drop of her blood.

Grace Shelby was something.

She wanted to break the rules for Shelby and yet left boots cleaner than any shoe shiner Luca knew.

She wanted Shelby and she had gotten him only for less than three months.

The man had waited for a standard two year mourning period for a husband she or he killed, the boy was given the dead man’s name to save face even if everyone and their dog knew the man shot blanks and now, would lose the boy because of his dead wife’s desperation to be accepted by her own people.

He had lost his family, Luca had mentioned to Eva and told her this was the best time to attack.

He still has one person he would do anything for, the witch had smirked as she drank from his liquor as they plotted.

Charles Thomas Macmillian would be spared from the vendetta only because in the eyes of the law, he is not Thomas’ son.

“He will be weaker by the time we arrive, mi amor. Nothing worse than knowing your own child will never be yours again.” Eva was good, he could admit that.

But she was the mother of his children, his wife, his woman.

If they killed her like they claim they killed the late Mrs. Shelby---

No, just the thought of that was enough to make him truly afraid.

She should be safe in New York, with the children and waiting for him to clear the way for their triumph.

Instead, she is here making a phone call before they leave Paris tomorrow, proving how much he needs her on his side.

“They will come after you, vita mia, I cannot lose you.” He continued to persuade her against joining him.

“They can try all they want, but even death is afraid of me, Luca.” She argued before leaving her red lips on the rim of his glass.

Next time they drink it, it will taste like Shelby blood.

They will make Thomas Shelby and his family a footnote in their history.

The next morning, they depart together for Liverpool.

“He looks miserable, poor soul.” Eva hides her blood-red smile after Mrs. Macmillan thanks her for giving her the courage to fight for her only grandchild.

“Poor he is not, and I doubt it he has any soul. Killed my Clive and then stole his boy.” The Irish American woman spat the mention of Thomas Shelby.

Won’t recover from that, publicly. Not him nor his dead wife ---whom Eva had the displeasure of meeting and humiliating in New York three years ago--- would ever be known as anything else as the man who killed Clive Macmillan and the woman who helped him cover it up.

A very fucking dumb mistake to let everyone believe sweet Charles was Clive’s offspring.

But very fortunate for her, the witch who wants to prevent unnecessary murders in this vendetta.

“I am so sorry, what was your name, dear?” the woman asks as they part ways.

Shelby will not know what hit him.

“Eva, Eva Changretta. My husband is the one you should thank, his late brother was a victim of Mr. Shelby, you see, my late brother-in-law wanted to marry his secretary only to find out she is his mistress. Poor Grace must have been so afraid of him.” The witch lies and the woman eats it all up.

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Chapter 12

Cw: postpartum depression,alcoholic relapse(if you know the proper term for it please tell me), anxiety

Taglist: @zablife @wandawiccan60 @thegreatdragonfruta @babayaga67

Gif by @darkcrystals

“If you keep coddling him like that, he will turn out spoiled.” Audrey looked with disapproval at Luca who bounced his son on his knee while Eva bustled in the kitchen putting the cook and maids on edge as she had them try to match her fast pace.

“Give him to me, the last thing we need is your guests to think she’s taken your balls too.” She added holding out her arms and reaching for his two-and-a-half-year-old son.

Leonardo, his Leoncino, cries the moment Luca’s stepmother’s hands brush against his torso.

“What guests? Its just you, papa and Angel.” Luca taunted her by continuing to play with his boy.

He had almost lost Eva when she miscarried, he had seen her depressive periods ---often accompanied by Dido’s Lament playing on the gramophone--- and feared he would come home to find her gone.

But then with the same strength and grace she carried herself after a lifetime of war, Luca watched her return to life.

Its 1924 now, nearly five years after you would think that never happened.

“Have you considered giving the boy a sorellina?” Audrey tried her best to be good, not that it worked, Luca hated her guts and Eva couldn’t stand her even with quite a lot of bribery.

Once he fucked Eva in a confessional to keep her from throttling Audrey for insinuating she was insane to his English cousins.

Eva slammed a cabinet door as she heard the question.

Eva was not ready to go through it all again.

The pregnancy had left her a mess, buying and reading books on parenting, on coping with her past and once he had found her drunk out her mind screaming for him to take Leo and leave because she was cursed.

She was not well.

He had been warned of it and told her uncle that he could handle whatever came. Luca had not lied, he was committed to her and when he realized her loved her, he knew he would rather kill himself than be without her.

She’s bewitched you; Matteo had said with disgust. Matteo loved his wife, but was not devoted to her like Luca was to his.

“We will have another when it happens, matrigna.” He answered curtly, reminding her that she was his father’s wife, not his real mother.

If Eva thought if having Luca’s family visit for Thanksgiving and Leo’s third birthday at their new house was a test of her patience, then she was right.

She is always right; it is one of the many curses she was born with.

“Rilassare, Evuccia,” Luca whispers as he kissed her bare shoulder after putting Leo to bed. “Relax.”

Vincenzo eyed her with suspicion, Angel was nice, but they were very much strangers still and Audrey was an eternal thorn at her side.

She wants a granddaughter; people were getting suspicious that Eva was taking long to have another, and Luca was not getting any younger.

If you wait too long people will think he is not man enough, she had warned as she ‘helped’ her in the kitchen.

Why does no one understand why she is apprehensive to have another?

She wants more children, she has seen she will another one, a daughter with her freckles.

Even the universe is telling her its time.

Fuck your fears, the cards said last night. Rosabla Isabel Changretta will be born in 1924.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your time with your family.” She grumbled and turned her head to kiss him.

Something was worrying him.

“Angel bought an engagement ring today, for the woman I told you about. La Puttana in the gyps---”

“Romani,” Eva chides him as she tugged his sleeve in the direction of the bedroom. "Please don't call her a whore, she's a secretary now and put her past behind her.

If we play our cards right you can have a kingdom of our own."

She likes talking business, likes how he gets when he talks about his plans. Makes for good loving, like him getting his blood running in a fight.

“Fine, the Romani gang causing trouble for us. Run by idiots, the leader, Thomas Shelby married the narc they sent him and his aunt let him.

Easy pickings and we won't ever have to listen to anyone else."

There was history there.

With the aunt at least.

He is a fantastic lover, woman wept when they learned he was monogamous.

If Eva didn’t have him wrapped around her fingers, she would be worried he’d leave her for someone closer to his age.

“Should I be wary of this aunt?” the witch asked feigning jealousy even as she unbuttons his vest and shirt.

He likes it when she’s jealous, likes knowing she’d give the other women seeking him a run for their money.

“Hmm, no. No woman could hold a candle to you, tesoro.” He turns the tables on her and shoves her roughly against the wall.

“Prove it, Luca.” She smiles wickedly when that dangerous look in his eyes intensifies letting her know she’s in for a good time.

“Tell me how, maga, and I’ll prove it to you.” He pressed against her, kissed her neck and jaw and a part of her knew this passion would go out like a light the moment she says it.

“Give me another baby.”

And with those four words, the mood is killed.

“Are you sure?” he asks his brow creasing with worry.

She knows pregnancy and all its imbalance made her a wreck, she knows she should not let Audrey’s nagging get to her.

But she wants the sweet little girl she sees in the cards, their Rosalba, her perfectly magical little rose.

One brown eye, one green eye with Luca’s skill with a piano and her dancing.

“Rosalba, after your mother.” She nods.

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Chapter 13

Taglsit:@thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @babayaga67 @wandawiccan60

Gif by:@hicktown-orchestra

Eva is better now that she has their sweet Rosalba in her arms.

Things have been better, too good if you ask her.

Even if Eva has not had an episode in months, she acts as if it will all come back the second she drops her guard.

But she is better, happy and Luca is relieved to know the worst is over.

Perhaps in a year or so they’ll break the tie and have another baby. This one born in Birmingham or London while they rule the empire his father lost thanks to Angel’s lack of ambition.

“What happened to the nanny?” he asks when he finds his maga changing into a different dress after their sweet Rosina threw up on the previous one.

They were running late for their dinner reservation, and while he did not mind getting a quick look at what he’d be taking off her when they got back, Luca needed to confirm why Carmen is gone.

“I fired her.” she answered as she shimmied into a burgundy velvet dress that matches the shade of lipstick she wears and the red roses holding her low bun.

“Why?” he asks as his show ended when his wife slid the diamond encrusted dagger into the black leather sheath on her garter.

Luca knew the answer lay in Carmen being young and pretty and suggested by the Family who wanted to remind Eva what her place is.

Spinietta was growing tired of Eva’s influence and Luca’s growing power.

Unlike the rest of the consiglieri he can’t replace them by voting in a replacement.

If they get started on taking England, Luca won’t have to worry about anyone giving his maga the kiss of death.

“I do not share, something Carmen did not understand.” She gave him a wicked smile.

Dinner had been perfect, sure there had been no wine due to the presence of undercover cops, but what did they need wine when Luca is enough to make her feel drunk.

It’s been two months since Rosalba was born, but it feels like ages ago when she tries to remember when the last fucked.

“We’ll ruin the sofa, Luca.” She wouldn’t mind ruining the velvet sofa, but she does hate having to stop because Leonardito heard noises in the living room.

At least in the bedroom they can lock the door.

“I’ll buy you another one if you’re a good witch for me, mia vita.” He guides her on top of him, not at all surprised to find her garter hooks undone and her as willing as always.

“What if I want to be a bad witch tonight?” she asked coyly as she slowly undid the rest of his shirt buttons and got rid of his vest, Luca loves being in control and yet she’s never heard him complain when she takes the reigns.

Besides, she needs to remind him he is hers and hers alone.

“I’ll get you a whole fucking new set of couches then.”

It is barely midnight when the encore is interrupted not by a six-year-old boy nor a two-month-old infant, but by a telephone call.

“Let it ring, Eva. ‘s not important.” He said that and in the next heartbeat his wife lost all interest in letting him know she owned him in this life and the next.

“It’s your father. Somethings happened to your family.” Her warm skin goes cold with goosebumps under his touch.

And sure enough, Luca picks up the telephone and hears the last thing he had thought he would ever hear.

“Angel is dead. They killed him, those fucking gypsies killed him!” his father is stone cold on the line, and yet Luca knew Vincente Changretta had been crying even if nothing betrayed the steady voice vowing fire and brimstone on the Shelby Family. “We are leaving for New York once he is buried. I know you loved your brother, but I cannot lose you too.”

“I am so sorry, Luca. If I had known this would’ve happened, I would have not let them leave.” Eva holds him as he cries for the first time in years.

This time, she is the one holding him together.

This time, he is the one broken to pieces.

“I will kill the bastardo who did this, an eye for an eye, a life for a life.” He vowed vengeance and she didn’t dissuade him from it.

“You will avenge him; I have seen it. John Shelby and his family will pay for what they did to your brother.”

A week later, only Audrey Changretta arrives in New York.

His father killed by the orders of Thomas Shelby; Audrey escaped because his brothers had the mercy he had not.

Shelby claims one of them killed his wife so he killed Angel in his hospital bed, Audrey says they never sent an associate to his party and if they had had, they would have gone for John Shelby never the puttana Shelby married.

Who’s to say Shelby didn’t frame them to wipe us out? A man like that is never satisfied with what he has, Audrey said, and Eva stared at her in horror.

Eva who knows what they do and accepts it, and yet cannot stomach all the blood he will spill in this vendetta.

“The Shelbys will pay for this.” Luca vows to his stepmother and put on the signet ring his father wore until he died.

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Chapter 17

Cw: death threats and casual slander

Gif by @dance-to-the-radio

Taglist: @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @wandawiccan60

It is the waiting that makes her seek her out.

After Lizzie things slowed down.

The Italians were taking too long with this. Waiting for the perfect moment thanks to the witch.

They have not sent men out as they thought they would.

There have been close calls, but nothing that ends in deaths.

This morning, Arthur had been attacked while the held a meeting in Michael’s hospital room.

Linda had detained Arthur on her suggestion and if it hadn’t worked, he’d be dead right now.

Polly sees the witch on the street, buying something or the other and takes her chance.

She is a pretty thing, dark brown hair pinned at her nape, hat tilted to the side and dark sunglasses as she went about her day.

Polly could kill her, corner her and shoot her in revenge for what she made them do.

“I didn’t make you kill her, you decided not to believe her, Mrs. Gray.” The witch said as Polly got close enough to shove her into a skinny alleyway.

Changretta’s wife stays calm, as if this weren’t anything out of the ordinary as the older woman pressed barrel of her gun under her chin.

“He knows you’re lying.” The witch said and Polly Gray didn’t need to ask about whom she was talking.

Tommy or Luca, it didn’t matter, she was lying to both.

“You’re going to have to choose between Michael or Tommy, Mrs. Gray. Even if he is a father himself, he won’t forgive you for choosing your son over him.

And you know that, don’t you?

Just like he didn’t listen to you when he let John kick the hornet’s nest and damned us all to this.” The witch remained cool as a cucumber even when the revolver’s muzzle went under her chin.

Polly presses the gun harder and flirts with the idea of killing Luca’s pretty wife.

Would make them even, would have the Italians stop playing the long game and fuck up enough to give them a chance to come out of this alive.

“You won’t do it. Not when he can kill your precious baby boy before your heels return to Watery Lane, Polly.” The witch grinned a bloody smile. “Michael or Tommy, you can’t save them both.”

Her words have the desired effect, the older witch lets go and takes the flask in her purse to stop herself from trembling in her futility.

They were fucked.

The stink of death had never left with Grace, it stuck to them like the filth of Small Heath.

Grace had not been cursed; they were the cursed ones.

The night Tommy killed Angel; he cursed them all to follow Grace into hell.

First John, then Lizzie and now death was right behind them.

“You have a type.” Eva said pretending she hadn’t been scared out of her mind as she drinks his wine straight from the bottle.

“The hat pin?” he asked, rubbing her arms to calm her down and held her as she let the façade fall.

“A gun, her finger on the trigger and a sneeze would’ve made a widower out of you.” Eva shook her head and let herself melt into him.

“I told you it would be dangerous, amore, if you want you can go home to the bambini and wait until it’s over.” Luca kissed the side of her head and whispered the words she knew she’d hear from him.

He coaxed her onto his lap, and he rocked her as if she were a child. She doesn’t mind, she adores his devoted and loving side.

Eva loves the bloody and violent side too, his bloodlust from a fight was the reason Rosina came right on schedule.

“No, if I leave, you won’t survive it. I know it in my bones. I can’t lose you, if you die, I will die with you.” Eva looked up at him and saw the hint of fear he’s hidden so well until today when her driver told him what happened as she made a beeline for the minibar.

“I won’t die, maga, we’ll grow old together and have that family they took from us.” He assured her and began to tell her things to distract her from it.

“I will hold you to it.” She ran her hand up his chest and made him swear it while he looked her in the eye.

“Te lo giuro, Eva. We will leave forever, and our enemies will all be dead at our feet.” He says so surely, but there is a flash of doubt in his eyes.

He’s hiding something from her, and it won’t end well.

“Luca, what did you do?” she asks, feeling a shiver in her bones despite how warm she is in his arms.

“I sent men to infiltrate Shelby’s factory. They almost had Arthur, except he took too long to get there, and he managed to get the upper hand.” He admits with a grimace, the men had all died and these had been men he had known all their lives.

Had Luca waited to ask her, he would have known his wife had bought a silk negligee and surprised him at work with it.

“We can use this, Evuccia, this failure means they will see through that trap. Did Mrs. Ross agree to let us use her to avenge her little boy?” Luca reminds her the battle was lost, but the war had only begun.

“Yes. She wants Arthur dead more than you do. They’ll see through it and leave Michael thinking he’s safe.” Eva answered knowing at least tomorrow won’t have any casualties on their side.

Its just a cover to get Tommy and his brothers to turn against Polly and Michael.

Only Polly will see through it and take her son and youngest nephew out of there.

This was all done to get Polly Gray to betray her nephews for real.

An unlikely Cassius, he had called her when she sought him out the first time.

“No, you were mistaken, Polly Gray is Brutus. Her betrayal will hurt him more than anything.” The witch shook her head as she let him meet her alone with a love bite over his heart. “After tomorrow, you will gave them suspicious of their own shadows, mi vida.”

“I’m seeing her tonight, she says she wants to speak to me.” Luca knows her jealousy well, knows Eva will make damn sure he doesn’t forget he has his witch waiting for him here.

“Oh, I have plans as well. You see, Jessie Eden has this wrong idea about our dear Mr. Shelby. I am going to disabuse her of that notion.” Eva said with a shrug, surprising him and gesturing to the newspaper clippings of Elizabeth Stark’s gruesome murder on the side table.

Poor, poor Mr. Shelby, after this the plucky communist and the melancholic horse trainer will think him the vilest of men.

No women to find solace in, no aunt to trust and only death just over his shoulder.

After this, the witch will focus on getting Ada and Linda to leave and never look back.

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