#evangline fox

[lily-stans-legend]

A CURSE FOR TRUE LOVE BARNES AND NOBLE ALTERNATIVE ENDING

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[rosesncarnations]

God going from digital to paper is always so wild

[midiosaamor]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

— stephanie garber

once upon a broken heart

evangline fox

jacks the prince of hearts

apollo

lala

chaos

[biggestqiblifan]

The fuck???

[littlefoxwithadagger]

Once Upon a Happily Ever After

Pairing: Evajacks ofc :3

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: nada

Summary: Evangline wakes up alone in the library, so she goes on a hunt for Jacks and a particular Baby Fox.

Evangeline could hear the distant ticking of the clock as she shifted in her chair, causing it to sway a bit.  The last thing she remembered was sitting down to read, but she’d apparently fallen asleep, and she wasn’t sure how much time had passed now.  Her book was no longer in her hand or even in her lap, and a soft blanket had been draped over her.  Jacks’s doing, no doubt.

She pushed herself up slowly, causing the chair to swing even more.  Jacks had revealed himself to be a bit of a carpenter three winters before when he’d built it, attaching it to the ceiling of their library in such a way that it was almost a swing.  The chair more resembled the shape of a bowl than it did that of a swing, though, so Evangeline had never been quite sure what to call it.

Their daughter had started referring to it as the swingy seat, and Jacks had been quick to follow, agreeing that yes, the swingy seat was a perfect name.

Evangeline wondered where the two of them were now.

Once she’d managed to climb out of the chair, she tossed the blanket over it and padded down the steps.  The tavern was empty save for a few hungry guests, and Jacks was not in their room.  The only other place they could be was the garden.

Evangeline snagged her robe from the bedroom before finding her way back downstairs.  While spring had recently arrived, the cold air had still been biting occasionally, and today was one of those days.  She stepped out into the garden, her bare feet sinking into the cold dirt.  It took her a moment of scanning the garden to spot the two of them, but they were indeed out here.

Jacks was knelt in the dirt with Liana on his lap, his nimble fingers weaving flowers through her pink-streaked blond hair.  She was grinning and kicking her legs as she babbled to him, the dimple in her left cheek making its appearance every so often.

Evangline simply stood there and watched them for a second, enjoying the sight of her two favorite people.  Liana was most resemblant of Jacks, though her eye color was beginning to more resemble Evangeline’s gray than Jacks’s blue, and there was the occasional strand of pink that ran through her hair.  She’d only gotten one of Jacks’s dimples, but it was good enough for Evangeline.  Either way, their tiny girl was adorable.

“Mama!” Liana squeaked as she finally noticed Evangeline.  Her legs paused her swinging and she shifted to climb off Jacks’s lap, but his voice made her pause.

“Just a moment, Baby Fox, I’m almost done.”

Her lips jutted into a pout momentarily, reminding Evangeline of every time Jacks had pouted at her.  Liana resembled Jacks so much sometimes that it was almost uncanny.

Jacks’s fingers dropped from her hair a moment later after securing her braid.  He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off his lap, setting her on her feet.

“Ok, there you go, Baby Fox.”

The tiny girl patted her hands over the flowers on her head, effectively smashing a few of them just a smidge, and then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Jacks’s cheek.

“T’ank you, Daddy!” she squeaked before turning back around and tripping across the dirt to Evangeline.

Evangeline scooped up the tiny girl as soon as she was close enough, settling her on her hip.

“Missed you, Mama,” she frowned.

Evangeline laughed. “Were you not having fun with Daddy?”

A brilliant grin appeared on Liana’s face then. “Was having fun with Daddy!”

Jacks strode across the garden towards them, hands in his pockets.  He tugged on the sash that was keeping her robe together, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arm around her waist.

“How was your nap?”

She smiled up at him. “It was very good.  The blanket was your doing, I assume?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Daddyyy,” Liana drew out. “Lying is bad!”

Evangeline smiled, nudging her husband in the ribs. “You heard your daughter.  What kind of role model are you being?”

“Not a very good one, apparently,” he replied, leaning down close to Liana. “I thought we agreed the blanket was a secret,” he muttered, poking her armpit.

She giggled and wiggled away from him. “Daddy, no pokes!”

“No poking, huh?” he asked before leaning down and nibbling softly on her shoulder, eliciting even more giggles from her.

“I thought I was the only person you were allowed to bite,” Evangline commented teasingly.

“I never said that,” Jacks intoned dryly. “I said I was the only person who could bite you.”

His fingers toyed with her sash almost absent-mindedly as he waited for her response, but it never came.  She simply smiled at him.  It took him a moment, but he smiled back, his dimples making their appearance.  She stood on her toes and planted a kiss to one of them.

“You’re cute.”

He made a noise somewhat similar to a grumble, and Liana giggled again.

“Let’s head inside, Little Fox.”

That evening was as lively as most evenings in The Hollow were.  Dinner in the tavern usually contained multiple guests, and many of them had traveled to meet the Prince of Hearts and his princess.  The Knightlingers had made Jacks and Evangeline into a fairytale that crossed borders, though the way the tale had been spun was far more outrageous than even the truth of it had been.

Evangline had become accustomed to picking bits of their story to tell, though she often left out the majority of it, leaving the rest of the holes to be filled by the gossip sheets.

After dinner, the tavern cleared out and Liana was drooping, very quickly beginning to fall asleep.  Jacks scooped her up easily and rested her against his chest.

“Is it bedtime?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Time for stories.”

He smiled and tilted his head towards Evangeline. “Story time?”

That had always been code for heading up to the library, and Jacks carried Liana easily up to the top floor, Evangeline following with a candle in hand.

“What should we read tonight?” Jacks asked once they were in the library, though he already knew the answer to that question.

“Read about Archer and Fox,” Liana responded with a giggle.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I suppose we can do that.”

He pulled the well-read ballad off the bookshelf and handed Liana to Evangeline, trading her for the candle which he set on the table beside the reading chair.  He lowered himself into the chair next, anchoring it by putting his foot on the ground.

Evangline joined him in the chair a moment later, settling herself across his lap and letting Liana get comfortable snuggled between them.  Jacks took his foot off the ground and let them sway slightly as he leaned back and opened the book.  He cleared his throat.

“Once upon a time….”

A/N: This is my first time posting book fic so please don't bite me 😖 I might switch up the formatting later but this is how I used to do fics on my main so…

Perhaps I will make a master list soon

[killingbloom]

The way Evangline had always had a crush in The Archer from the ballad of the archer and the fox and then she meets Jacks and has a crush on him as well. Just says a lot about them. 🏹💗

Artist:@kyaato

[yukswl0v3]

⚘Evangline Fox as Vasilisa Kaganovskaya⚘

[sincerelyhannahx]

'once upon a broken heart', in quotes

If hope were a pair of wings, Evangeline's were stretching out behind her, eager to take flight again.

'I don't know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it's already yours.'

Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people.

In the North, fairytales and history were treated as one and the same because their stories and histories were all cursed.

'I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the possibility for infinite endings'.

It was tremendously difficult to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead.

... not all loves happened at first; some took time to grow like seeds, or they might be like bulbs, dormant until the right season approached.

Evangeline saw symbols from countless Northern tales and ballads: star-shaped keys and broken books, knights in armour, a crowned wolf's head, winged horses, bits of castles, arrows and foxes, and twining vines of harlequin lilies.

But she was like the tide drawn by the tremendous force of the moon. It was no wonder the waves were always crashing; they must have hated the pull as much as she did.

Apollo burned like a fire that consumed instead of warmed. And yet there must have been a part of her that wanted to be scorched, or at the very least singed.

... murmurs were like villains at the end of a story. They just wouldn't die.

But Evangeline's doubt was like salt. There wasn't much of it, yet it seemed to alter the taste of her thoughts.

'I want you Evangline Fox. I want to write ballads for you on the walls of Wolf Hall and carve your name on my heart with swords. I want you to be my wife and my princess and my queen.'

'Did you ever play that game as a child - the one where there's a circle of chairs, and when the music stops playing you have to find a chair to sit in? But there's never enough chairs for everyone, so one person is always left without a seat in the circle. That's how I feel, as if I missed my chance at a chair and now I've been tossed out of the game.'

She sensed that she was living in an illusion and if she looked closely, she'd see that everything she'd thought was stardust was really just the burning embers of a wicked spell.

People called it falling out of love, but falling was easy. Letting go of Luc had been more like climbing the face of a rock. She'd clawed her way out, fighting to shake it off, to let it go, to find something else to hold on to.

LaLa was not a wilting maid pining away for lost love. She was the boldest girl at the party, the girl who was unafraid to dance by herself... She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Evangeline had always feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities.

He looked part angel, part fallen star, and completely devastating.

[fearlessmuses]

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵…

[ #𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] --- ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃˡˡ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿ' ʰᵉʳᵉ, ʰᵒᵖⁱⁿ' ⁱᵗ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ

charlotte lewis ( fc: rebecca mader )

daniel faraday ( fc: jeremy davies )

desmond hume ( fc: henry ian cusick )

jack shephard ( fc: matthew fox )

james 'sawyer' ford ( fc: josh holloway )

kate austen ( fc: evangline lilly )

please specify muse / or who for who

[vampirel00rd]

it says made for evangline fox. you can’t do anything.

get 2gether with lala fr

idk will she give me her blood first?

[lily-stans-legend]

ACFTL WATERSTONES ALT ENDING

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[imthinkingaboutbooks]

The Ballad of Never After...

**SPOILERS** 

Okay... I’m just sitting here thinking about The Ballad of Never After again... and rereading the quotes I highlighted... again. I came across this quote: 

“A tear slid down her cheek as she tried to imagine Jacks as the Archer, fighting not to hurt the girl he loved and failing. No wonder he was so damaged and cruel. No wonder he’d perfected the art of not caring. ‘Sorry to break your fairytale, Little Fox, but ballads don’t end happily, and neither do the two of us.’”

I thought this was interesting because I don’t remember homegirl and homeboy talking about ever being an item. Neither of them in clear words confessed their love to one another and yet.. they talk about being an item. It’s not like they had this huge discussion about being a couple. This is after the Hollow. I just think it’s INTERESTING that both Jacks and Eva seem to think of one another as a ��thing”, but that they can’t be together in the end. It’s like USUALLY in this case it seems like a couple TRIES to be together, but then they see that it won’t work out. Eva and Jacks were never “together” if you know what I mean. Yet... we know... they lowkey are. You know what I mean? Why does Jacks always gotta specify IF THERE ACTUALLY WAS NOTHING BETWEEN THEM?

I know I’m preaching to the choir, but I gotta talk about these things because this book is always on my mind. 

[bonewhitepages]

MASTERMIND IS JACKS' SONG U CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE

[elidelochans]

I'M JUST SAYING

That if there's ever a Caraval show/film that Jamie Campbell Bower should play Jacks. I mean...

Just give him one of those silvery apples to eat

And picture him just like this but speaking to Tella or even later. Evangline

JUST IMAGINE THE BLOOD TEARS. HE IS PERFECT

[lily-stans-legend]

ACFTL OWLCRATE ALTERNATIVE ENDING

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[bonewhitepages]

Why do i have a feeling EvaJacks's love story wouldnt end well 🙃