#Evangeline fox x jacks

[fantasy-on-parchment]

you're not him part 2 plsplspls

As you wish <3

You're Not Him. (Part 2)

Evangeline x Jacks

Summary: After the unfortunate ending of their night together, Evangeline seeks to process the situation by spacing herself away from Jacks. Jacks has other plans.

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE AND CONSENTING. Evangeline is rather innocent in this, as I imagine she comes from a rather pure culture, loss of v-card, MINORS DNI, unprotected. This should be updated as I edit.

I'm... alive?

Evangeline wasn't aware of how to process so much information at once. So... she had sex with the prince of hearts, mind-numbingly if she might add. She wasn't aware that women were supposed to... enjoy that. To be fair, enjoy was not the correct word. Eva's body was still shaking, aftershocks had rolled through her the whole way to her room.

That she was now hiding in, mind you. Legs shaking, heart palpitating, and mind absolutely running marathons, Evangeline sat on her bed with her arms crossed around her knees, rocking back and forth.

That was where she was when an aggressive knock him the wood on her bedroom door. She had locked the door behind her so it would be obvious no one had come in, and they would assume she died in her sleep. But here he was, most likely waking up most of the castle.

A groan came from behind the door as she heard the doorknob rattle, "Why would she lock it..." he seemed to be talking to himself.

But he wasn't yelling at her like usual. Why? Did he think she had already died?

What would he do if he found her here? Perfectly alive and lowkey having a panic attack in the middle of her king size bed? Would he be happy? Angry? Angry that it's her and not the woman he had wanted?

And to say that she loved him back...

"For fates sake," she heard him whisper, "Little Fox, listen to me, if you can I need you to get the door, otherwise I'm going to have to kick it down."

A small gasp left her mouth, because why? Breaking down the door when she's dead would place him at the scene, so why? Was he hoping she was alive?

Slowly, she got up from the bed. Stepping slowly and quietly, she rounded to the opposite side of the bed away from the door. She was at a loss for what to do. Open the door and act like its nothing? Wait for him to kick down the door?

That seemed rather dramatic, but she just couldn't bring herself to open the door and ruin the amazing night. Minutes earlier she had felt light as air, and now it was as if her stomach was being weighed down with her anxiety.

Her eyes slid to the bathroom as she heard Jacks back up from the door... maybe if she hid out of sight, he would think she had run off somewhere else?

No, nope, Jacks was too smart for that.

She heard him take a deep breath.

But it was certainly worth a shot.

She made a beeline for the bathroom door as quietly as she could. As she heard the impact of the door hitting the bedroom floor, she stepped into the far corner of the bathroom and held her breath.

Time stood still, as if it were watching the event unfold.

"Evangeline?" Jacks called from the bedroom, she heard him pace to one side of the bed, maybe crouch and look underneath.

But then it was quiet, so quiet as she stared at the floor, she wasn't sure if he was even still there anymore. She took the opportunity to take a slow and deep breath. Had he fallen for it? Was he gone? Relief flooded her body but was soon washed away as she looked up from the marble floor.

His eyes would always feel like a shock to her. The blue was oceans and thunderstorms, and they were piercing into her at that moment.

"I--"

But the look on his face stopped her. He looked so different from how she had ever seen him. He was standing shirtless in his trousers, the soft definition of his abs forming an eleven on his stomach, his pants hanging low on his v-line. His hair was messy, and his cheeks flushed. But the look in his eyes was pure fear mixed with relief as he scanned her head to toe.

"You're here," was all he said.

She started to stutter, "Uhm, yeah." She whispered, motioning down to herself.

He took a step forward, she crowded further into the corner. "So why are you hiding?"

It sounded so stupid to say, "well, because i thought you'd see that i'm alive and be upset." So, she fiddled with a strand of pink hair, scanning the bathroom tiles, and said: "Because I'm here."

He seemed to exhale a deep breath at that. She thought he'd be confused by what she had said, but she saw by his expression that he understood perfectly.

She flinched when he took a step forward again, feeling goosebumps rise across her skin. Emotions were flooding her veins, and they tripled when his hand grabbed hers.

She spoke to the floor, "I'm so--"

"No."

Then he was pulling her to him, backtracking out of the bathroom and back towards the bedroom. She didn't fight, didn't pull away, Evangeline let him lead.

When they were standing in front of the bed, he stopped and pulled her closer. She flinched again when he raised a hand but did her best to relax when it landed softly on her cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear. His forehead landed on hers, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

She pulled away to meet his eyes, "What... why?"

He turned them around quietly, brushing a hand down her night dress as he guided her to sit on the end on the bed and he knelt between her legs. He looked up at her from his spot on his knees, "Everything I've put you through, Evangeline. Every cut, every unnecessary bruise."

Startled, she merely said: "It's fine."

"No. No, Little Fox. Every time you were hurt, and I convinced myself not to care, I should have been holding you--healing you."

She went to grab his hand, "You didn't know, Jacks."

He shook his head solemnly, "It doesn't matter," he stood slowly, pushing her back to lay on the bed so he could cage her between his arms. "Eva," he whispered, "I have loved you since we jumped from that cliff, and I have spent the past half year convincing myself I didn't want you because I knew I would kill you. So, I let you hurt, because comforting you felt like giving into you as well..."

She watched his eyes scan the column of her neck, down her arms and thighs and any bit of exposed skin he could find. She watched his chest rise and fall as admiration settled in his eyes, and it drove her next words.

"I love you too."

It was quiet when he suddenly met her eyes, but she was quickly overwhelmed when his tortured groan was followed by a kiss so long over-do that she felt him pulling her closer with his mouth. Her moan was as sweet as his lips as she placed her hands on his biceps and squeezed.

Yes. It was definitely a kiss to die for.

"But you won't." She heard him whisper in response to her thoughts. He pulled away, "You're still here." And he moved to her neck, placing kisses down her arms, across her fingers. "And I'm not letting you go."

With that, he looked to her for permission as he slightly lifted her slip above her thighs. She nodded breathlessly, moving up to her elbows before he pushed her back down.

His eyes turned dark, "I've been waiting too long for you to just move as you please. Stay. Still."

Evangeline did as told, lifting her hips and allowing him to pull her slip up and over her head, leaving her bare except for her panties.

There was another groan as his hand slid over the subtle rise of her stomach and up to her breasts. His eyes wondered over every freckle, every small wrinkle of skin before he lowered his lips to her collarbone.

Her mouth fell open in a moan as he peppered open mouthed kisses down her chest, but her head threw back with a scream as he moaned around one of her breasts.

"God, Eva..." He kissed his way to the other side, biting down softly, "Mine, all mine."

"I'm yours, Jacks."

His eyes rose back to hers as his hand slid down her stomach to the cotton between her thighs. "Promise."

"What?" The air was getting thick, and she was becoming dizzy from the cold feeling of his fingers. His mouth had lowered to hers, just barely brushing her lips as she panted for him.

"Promise me, Evangeline."

Oh. Her head snapped back into place at the desperation in his eyes. "I promise Jacks, I'm all yours."

She gave a shrill squeal as he ripped the seams of the panties, but it was soon devoured by his mouth finally reaching hers.

[rbfannee]

please please please can we talk about how artoffrostandflame has literally THE BEST fanarts for EVERY fandom couple there is??????

like, each and every one of them makes me weak in the knees, especially the one with warner snd juliette at the top bc MR WARNER THAT HAND PLACEMEENTTTTT IS INSANSEEEE🫠 🥵

[ouabhs]

jacks never had a bad track. “Glad to know you’re thinking about me when you kiss your husband.” BANGER. “But for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.” ICONIC. “I’d probably kill another man if I found him with you like this” LIFE CHANGING. “There is nothing of equal value to me”. UNMATCHED.

[rosiethorns88]

This is the latest Sketch-a-Wish voted by my lovely Patreon members for March! Featuring Jacks head-bonking gently encouraging Evangeline, hoping she'll remember *something*. One of my favorite scenes from A Curse For True Love! There are two very subtle symbolism I threw in here (one is the title referencing the scene in the book, the other, in the bg for its cultural meaning) to fuel more angst. ✨fireElmo.gif ✨ ----- Stephanie has graciously allowed me to add this artwork to my shop collection of licensed prints, already up via the links in my bio! ----- Hope you all have a pleasant week! :)

[throughstarlitfields]

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝙾𝚏 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚐. 𝟹𝟾𝟷

🎨: @kotikomori

Commissioned by me

𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏. 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉.

[hollowinmyheart]

He loved her.

He loved her.

He loved her.

He loved her so much he’d rewritten history

Artist : @khruri

[evajackslover]

these are actually so stunning!! might be some of my new favorite artworks, the details are insane and also so beautiful <3

artist @giannyfili on instagram!!

[young-aleyska]

SO TRUE HE WOULD 100% DO THAT

[nvanne11]

Evajacks endgame

I don’t know if anyone noticed but if you look at the vision about Jacks that made Aurora put a curse on him, it says he’ll fall in love with a Fox. With a capital F. So it’s not just an animal, it’s a surname. Eva’s surname 💔 🦊

[ouabhlover]

from “do not be tricked by his charming dimples” to “you know, i’ve always loved your dimples.” 😻😩🤭

[thatonekimgirl]

Filmed in Oahu, Hawaii, the pilot of Lost was the most expensive ever made, costing between $10 and $14 million. It was first broadcast on ABC on September 22, 2004, and was seen by 18.6 million viewers.

[pockyyasii]

I always think that maybe Jacks gave Evangeline his dagger, the SAME one Tella used to stab him, to see whether she would stab him with it, just like Tella did when they kissed.

It’s like his test - does she love me or will she stab me? And that's also why he’s so gleeful and always brings up how Eva DIDN’T stab him when he became a vampire, because it’s like “Oh. She doesn’t want me dead. So she basically wants me”

[rbfannee]

popular book couples as songs

[darlingod]

It was just one after another after another he’s fucking relentless PLEASE

[rosiethorns88]

I think I've now illustrated/papercraft every corner of this scene now. But it's such a great contrast to Night-Glimmer (shown side-by-side on the last slide). In Night-Glimmer, we're in Evangeline's perspective as Jacks carries her to a warm and safe tree-house. But turn the camera around, and from Jacks's POV, we see a dark void behind him, surrounded by the snow-tipped pine trees, a trapped feeling, stars hanging out of reach. It's still touches on the magical aspects of this scene, but frames a very different perspective! This piece is officially licensed and available in both shops (link in bio!)

[throughstarlitfields]

She traced one of his dimples with her fingers. "You know," she confessed, "I've always loved your dimples."

"I know." He smirked. "You were so obvious with your love at first sight."

A Curse For True Love by Stephanie Garber

Pg. 352

Art is by the lovely kotikomori

Commissioned by me 🫶🏼

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