#- ̗̀ ✧˚ evangeline — mirror !

[chryzure-archive]

stephanie garber may be wrong about everything in ouabh and the fact that jacks and mistress luck don’t talk anymore, but that’s alright because i’m taking custody of these characters and making them be besties

#me being absolutely normal: mistress luck is jacks’s mother figure in a fucked up unfeeling kind of way where she also doesn’t care if he #dies (but she actually does care. just not in a human kind of way.) #im jst so disappointed by the fact that she had ample opportunity to explore inhumanity and immortality changing ppl #while also emphasizing that there’s some very human patterns that even immortals can fall into #like it could’ve been so good to see more of that #the stubborn remnants of mortality clinging to this inhuman being #especially since fates represent so much of the human condition—to a negative degree #so even though THEY aren’t human they are still unbreakably linked to humans. even if they don’t want to be/they don’t want the reminder #it’s almost inevitable that each fate will succumb to true love and mortality because of that. they can run from their humanity but it will #always catch up to them #everything has an end #essentially #anyway this is me adding more meaning to cara//val because apparently i’m the only one that CARES about that 😭 everyone else is focused on #jacks and evangeline dating. meanwhile i’m like ‘THE HUMAN CONDITION MIRRORED IN IMMORTALITY—WHICH WILL CAUSE ENDINGS.’ #i think reading a fine and private place has damaged me permanently. thanks filly. #memorie.txt

[dhoranbolt]

Shy/easily embarrassed reader and unhinged Sukuna hc 2

this ones a lil long, shh pretend it's hc format and not a cross between that and a fic, suggestive, minors DNI all characters are 18+

Sukuna who decided to pop up more often now, though he doesn't say much more than before

Yuji and her are having a conversation, and suddenly a red eye is staring at her, a mouth slowly curving into a wicked grin. Sukuna won't say anything this time, he wants this to be just like at the warehouse- intimacy between just the two of them, poor Yuji completely unaware

Yuji doesn't know exactly what happened at the warehouse, his memory blipping out after he let Sukuna take over due to fatigue. But seeing as they both made it out of the job unscathed, he wouldn't press for questions.

Even if he tried, Sukuna wouldn't answer

"So why is my SLEEVE missing?" He yelled, staring at the slit under his eye in the mirror accusingly.

'The curse was hungry, your sleeve was collateral damage. Much like you.' Sukuna chuckled.

He still refuses to acknowledge the fact that he enjoys her presence, but he always manages to crack an eye open when she comes around

Sukuna is less than thrilled when Yuji's mood starts to change at the sight of her now, though. He won't act differently, lest the brat starts to pick up on his not affections for her.

Sukuna’s shifted his focus- he's no longer teasing her to get a reaction from both of them. Teasing Yuji however, is always on the table. He's teasing Yuji to upset him, to embarrass him in front of her now

She's still shy- but for the fact she has to look Yuji in his eyes and pretend she's not technically had his dick down her throat. Would Yuji do it differently? Caress the side of her face as he slid himself down her throat?

She realizes that maybe she was curious about it- until Sukuna came along and deprived her of air for his own pleasure. And now somehow that sounds so much better than soft touches, and gentle words.

Sukuna really had ruined him for her. Anything Yuji could do, she would compare it to Sukuna, who would do it better in his own way

Sukuna who grins when he sees her blushing because she caught him staring.

"What a cute red blush you're wearing."

Yuji sighs and rubs his forehead. It's not the worst thing to come out of Sukuna's mouth, and he is right. She does look cute with a blush. But her cheeks only burn hotter, and Sukuna’s grin widens

She kneels down to fix her shoe, and when she looks up Yuji is looming over her. Looming the way Sukuna did, and- the curse is looking down at her with a smugness, black marks settling on his face

'No one else is going to look at you from this position. Least of all that punk ass.' He doesn't say it out loud, and the words only flash in his mind for a second before he's shoving them away. What should he care for, if she's on her knees for anyone else? And then he's gone and ruined his own mood. Because she's his pet, no one else's, and that's just as disgusting to admit.

Sukuna is possessive, not only has he found something for himself that his vessel so clearly wants- but he's taken it right from under his nose. The brat has no idea, and it really is the best feeling. He's taken a piece of her Yuji will now never see. And he'll keep taking pieces of her to hide in his domain- but when are material things no longer enough? How long until Sukuna decides he's just going to keep her there too?

Tags: @saiki-enthusiast @yukios-medic @alice-smutthoughts @idktbhloley @rezitio @matchat3a @mo0nforme @bleach-your-panties @fateisnotafactor @lov3ly-bunny @antishadow2021 @xo-evangeline @ackachii @tiredravenette @carpioassists @yoongislatinagff @i-likebread @squishybabei @emyyy007 @bitchykittenconnoisseur @kokushibosgirl @wishandluck @kimchi-zaks @kyriekurokami @not-brionnne @andic137 @tang3r1n @nayasch @chilichopsticks @peachyminx

#jjk #sukuna jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna hcs #sukuna smut #kinda #yuji smut #jjk x reader #yall already know #yuji being collateral damage as usual 💀

[ouabhs]

evangeline twirling in the mirror admiring the pretty gems on her dress while jacks was staring at her from the doorway was so cute they have such married couple energy

#acftl #acftl theories #caraval #evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks x evangeline #ouabh #tbona spoilers #the ballad of never after #jacks prince of hearts #stephanie garber #a curse for true love

[heartateasee]

“Evangeline”

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking and unprotected sex

(The final part of “Georgia”)

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Evangeline’s eyes fluttered open, much like they did almost a week ago now, but this time she woke with a dull ache between her legs. Once her mind focused on the soreness that lingered, the events from early that morning with Harry came rushing through her mind. He had taken her. Twice. And he had given her four orgasms total. She couldn’t remember the last time she had more than one orgasm in a night - even when pleasuring herself, which wasn’t that often.

It was then that she realized she was in the bed by herself, and she sat up quickly to look around the room better. Only a few seconds later, the door to the en-suite opened, and she saw Harry stepping out. A towel hung low around his waist while rubbing another over his damp curls.

“You’re awake,” he commented with a smile, tossing the second towel back into the bathroom before walking over to the bed. “How did you sleep, Evie angel?”

Evangeline’s heart fluttered when she heard the new nickname leaving Harry’s lips, and she followed his movements as he leaned down - face hovering over hers. It was almost as if he was checking before kissing her. 

“I slept so well, Harry babe,” she whispered as she cupped his cheek in her palm. She grazed her thumb delicately along his skin pushing herself up a bit to have her lips press against his.

Harry hummed, one hand reaching down to smooth over her side with the other pressed into the mattress to keep himself from falling on top of her. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, and it caused her to let out a small giggle - their lips separating with a small smacking sound.

“Let me brush my teeth, and then we can kiss all we can, yeah?”

Smiling, Harry nodded as he moved away from the bed so she could stand up. Once Evangeline did, she stretched her arms above her head while rolling her neck from side to side. “How did you sleep?”

She made her way into the en-suite, and Harry’s eyes were glued to her the entire time. The shirt that was his hung on her torso, one that she decided to put on right before they fell asleep last night, and her ass cheeks hung out from underneath it just slightly. 

He was dumbfounded that he had such a vision inside his home - inside his bedroom. It almost seemed too good to be true. “Very well with you beside me. You were the perfect warmth all night.”

Evangeline smiled sheepishly in the mirror as she heard Harry’s words before she realized she didn’t have any of her toiletries here. “Oh, do you have an extra toothbrush?” 

Her question knocked him out of his thoughts, and he walked into the room to join her. Shuffling through one of his cabinets, he found a new toothbrush, and he handed it over to her.

“Thank you,” she said, pressing onto her tiptoes to sponge a kiss to his jawline before making her way back over to the sink.

Harry walked into this closet to pull on a fresh pair of briefs, and a new pair of joggers before he walked back out, still seeing Evangeline brushing her teeth. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Harry wished there was a way for him to get this reflection etched into his mind forever.

He watched as her mouth curled up into a smile around the toothbrush, and he slipped his hands underneath his shirt that adorned her body. His palms smoothed over the skin of her stomach, the shirt raising just a bit which caused his eyes to flash down to her bare core for just a moment before he met her eyes again. 

“You’re so pretty,” Harry mumbled against her skin as he pressed his lips against her cheek. “You don’t even understand how lucky I feel, Evie.”

Harry only removed his hands from Evangeline to allow her to lean over the sink to spit out her toothpaste before his hands were back on her, but this time she was turned to face him. “Oh, but I think I do. I feel just as lucky to have you.”

She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his damp curls before tilting her head to the side.

“I just realized you took another shower,” she laughed softly as she allowed her hands to roam over Harry’s defined chest. “We took one last night.”

“I went for a run, only got back about ten minutes before you woke up,” he explained, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Wait, really? What time is it?”

Evangeline pulled herself away as she walked back into the bedroom to check her phone, and she saw it was a little past ten in the morning. She also saw she had five text notifications from Cass, as well as three missed calls.

“Oh no,” she whispered to herself as she sat back down on the side of the bed, and Harry soon joined her.

“What is it?”

His hand caressed her back as she stared at the screen, her heart beginning to pound in her chest a bit. “Cass - he’s been trying to reach me. He must know that I skipped out on the client last night.”

Harry tried to will down the uneasiness that began to brew in his stomach, but he was terrified of what this could mean for his Evie angel. “I’ll be right here - if you want to call him back.”

Evangeline shook her head, swallowing harshly before looking back over to Harry. “No, I’ll just talk to him when I go in tonight, it’ll be fine,” she said, forcing a smile on her lips. She dropped her phone down onto the bed next to her before taking Harry’s face into her hands. Her eyes danced over his features before she spoke again. “I had a really good time last night, Harry. I hope you did too.”

“Honey,” Harry rested both of his hands on her hips as he pulled her a bit closer. “Last night was everything I had dreamt of and more. I…I hope that we can spend some more time together. Just like this - outside of Fortune.”

“Yes, please,” Evangeline responded quickly, and she giggled softly when she realized how eager she sounded. “I would love that.”

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It had been a few weeks since Evangeline and Harry had fully given themselves over to each other. Harry hadn’t come up to the club anymore that way Cass wouldn’t get suspicious, and Evangeline had promised that she wouldn’t be booking any more rooms over at the hotel. She did that without Harry even asking due to the fact that it wouldn’t have felt right. It’s not as if she booked them regularly anyway, but now that she had Harry, she couldn’t imagine doing anything with anyone else but him.

Harry didn’t mind in the slightest that she continued to dance, even dancing with men in the backrooms, because he knew that ultimately she was his. Evangeline had reassured him that she wouldn’t be stripping any longer in there either, and it made his heart warm with just how much she wanted to let him know that she belonged to him.

Despite Harry not coming to the club anymore, he was there every Friday and Saturday to pick her up so that he could take her back to his house for the night. He made sure that he parked a couple of streets over that way he wouldn’t be noticed, and his heart swelled every time he saw his Evie angel walking towards his car once it hit just after two in the morning.

Evangeline had tried to convince Harry to come back to the club a night or two, telling him that she was sure Cass wouldn’t catch onto anything if he did, but Harry was still hesitant.

Their feelings for each other only continued to grow over their time together, especially since Evangeline was now fully trusting of Harry, and Harry was fully trusting of her. He no longer doubted her intentions for keeping him company, and that was mostly due to the fact that he was no longer seeing her at Fortune. All their time together was now spent mostly at Harry’s home, even though there were a few days where he’d take her back to her apartment to get more of her stuff, and they’d spend the day lounging around her living room before he had to take her back to work.

It was now a Saturday night, and Evangeline was working as usual. Harry had dropped her off a few hours ago, and she had just finished her second set of the night. She knew she had a few dances booked up in her backroom, but Cass told her that he wanted to see her in his office prior to her starting them.

The conversation that she had with Cass the day after denying the man in the hotel went surprisingly well. He was calling just to check up on her considering the man had called Cass and was fuming that she had walked out on him. Evangeline had explained that she was fine, but that’s when she informed him that she was no longer interested in the rooms at the hotel. She also let him know she would no longer be stripping in her room either.

Cass was perfectly fine with both of those decisions, and he didn’t make her feel any sort of way about coming to them.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Evangeline had just finished touching up her makeup, and fluffing her hair to prepare for her dances after her meeting with Cass. She tied a satin robe around her body to cover up her peach colored lingerie as she made her way from backstage, and she started towards Cass’ office.

When she reached it, she knocked on the door and waited for him to answer before stepping inside. She sent him a sweet smile as she rounded the two chairs that sat in front of his desk, sitting down in one of them.

“You wanted to see me?”

Cass sighed as he intertwined his fingers and rested them on the top of his desk. He looked away from Evangeline, and down at his hands before speaking.

“I have a favor to ask of you, Georgia,” he stated, and the tone in his voice caused unease to ferment inside her stomach.

She dropped her arms from the armrests of the chair so that her hands were now in her lap, and she began to fidget with her fingers.

“What kind of favor, Cass?”

“The man from the hotel that one night - he’s asked to book you again, and I can’t deny him.”

Evangeline felt her heart sink at Cass’ words, and she also knew the color in her face had completely left. “I’m sorry?”

“He wants you, and only you. There’s no other choice.”

Cass eventually looked up from his desk to meet Evangeline’s eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t feel comfortable with him - not in the slightest. Are you trying to tell me that I can’t say no?”

“I’m afraid he won’t take no for an answer. I’m sorry,” he whispered, and she could see how his hands were trembling.

“I refuse,” Evangeline felt the tears welling in her eyes as she swallowed down the knot in her throat. “Absolutely not.”

“Georgia,” Cass said her name through clenched teeth. “What about him not taking no for an answer don’t you understand?”

Silence took over the room as she tried to think of what to say next, but she was lost. She felt cornered now - like there was no escaping this. It was like her choice was already made for her.

“This man made a deal with me a few months back, and he’s since become a large investor in Fortune. He’s had his eye on you for a while. You’re the only girl that he’s interested in, and if I don’t give him what he wants, he could ruin me.”

“Let me get this straight - just because your business could get hurt, you’re going to make me do something that I don’t want to do? Something that makes me feel completely unsafe? You’ve never done this to me before. You’ve always protected us girls, and now we’re nothing?”

“Don’t you understand? Without Fortune there’s no money. What will you do, huh?” Cass’ words became harsh and Evangeline slowly began to push herself up out of her chair.

“This discussion is over. I’m leaving, Cass. I quit,” she stated as she turned around, heading towards the door.

Once her hand wrapped around the doorknob, she heard Cass speak up again. “Evangeline.”

She sucked in a deep breath at the use of her real name. He hadn’t called her that since he had given her her stage name those years ago.

“He could ruin you too. Don’t you understand? He’s powerful. He knows people. If he doesn’t get what he wants willingly - he will take it. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do what I’ve told you to do.”

Evangeline didn’t look back after hearing what Cass said. She couldn’t bear to look at him. All she could think about was getting to her phone to contact Harry as fast as possible. Her hands were shaking once she reached her vanity, and she pulled her phone out of her tote - immediately selecting Harry’s contact.

She held the phone to her ear, pacing the space around as it rang while she nibbled on her lower lip. Harry’s phone went to voicemail, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“Hey, Harry, it’s me,” she said, closing her eyes tight. “Something’s happening here at Fortune, and I’m scared that I could be in danger - that we both could potentially be in danger now that we’re involved with each other. I don’t know what to do, and I’m really scared. Please just call me as soon as you can.”

Choking down the sob that wanted to leave her, Evangeline ended the call and put her phone back in her tote. She sucked in a deep breath as she fluffed her hair again in the mirror, and she tried to put on a brave face.

She felt truly stuck at this point. What if she decided just to run? It wouldn’t surprise her if the powerful man that Cass was speaking of had people waiting for her to do so, and then who knows where they’d take her, and she couldn’t afford to never see Harry again.

That would destroy her.

Harry hadn’t answered his phone because he had just arrived at Fortune for the night. He wanted to surprise Evangeline since she had been asking him to come and see her again, and he figured enough time had passed to where Cass wouldn’t mind if he were to book her like he used to. Due to the volume of the music inside the building, he hadn’t heard his phone going off.

As he went up to the bar, he quickly caught sight of Cass approaching him out of the corner of his eye, and he turned to face him. “Cass, how are-”

“Harry, please don’t tell me that you’re here for Georgia.”

Harry stayed quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat. “I am here for Georgia.”

He watched as Cass’ eyes darted around the floor before he stepped closer to him. “I’m sorry, Harry, but she’s going to be unavailable for quite some time. There’s someone who’s booked her over at the hotel for the week, and I’m sure that he’s going to book her for longer after that.”

Harry felt both nausea and anger filling him, but he tried to remain as calm as possible while gathering how to respond.

“The whole week? Does she know that?”

Cass pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before looking down at his feet, shaking his head.

“She’s not an escort, Cass, she’s a dancer who sometimes allows men to pay for a little more. You can’t just rent her out like that without her knowledge,” the words felt like poison on Harry’s tongue as he spoke them. He couldn’t imagine his Evie angel being in that situation - having someone else touch her in a way that was only reserved for him these days. In a way that he knew she didn’t want anyone else to. No one else but him. He also knew that there was no way that she would have agreed to this. This was all decided without her knowledge.

“Look, something has come up…something with a client, and I have to meet his demands. My hands are tied.”

That explanation just caused Harry to get even angrier, but he was trying to think of a plan - anything to get Evangeline out of this as strategically as possible. He couldn’t raise suspicion.

“If she doesn’t do this, not only could myself and my business be in danger, but she could be as well if he doesn’t get what he wants,” Cass added, and that’s when Harry really felt like he could be sick. “And you wouldn’t want her getting hurt, now would you?”

Never in a million years did he think he would ever have to hear about a threat being thrown in the way of the woman that had enraptured him completely.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Harry agreed, licking over his bottom lip. “Am I at least allowed to tell her goodbye?”

It was a lie, he wouldn’t be telling her goodbye, but he needed to throw Cass off of him as much as possible.

“Of course, she thinks that she has dances booked in her backroom for the night, but really it’s the gentleman wanting to go ahead and take her over to the hotel. I’ll allow you to go ahead and say goodbye to her in her backroom while I distract him, but you can’t be longer than a few minutes, understood?”

Harry nodded, but didn’t speak anymore as Cass quickly took him down the hallway, and into Evangeline’s backroom. “I’ll go and get her.”

Once Cass left, Harry lifted a hand to run through his curls - truly feeling the panic of the situation he had found Evangeline, and ultimately himself, to be in. His adrenaline was pumping as he tried to find a solution. He would literally do anything if it meant making sure that she was safe.

He heard the doorknob begin to turn, and he looked over to see the door cracking. 

“Good evening, sweetie” he heard Evangeline’s voice, but she was using her fake southern accent.

Harry immediately knew that Cass hadn’t told her that it was him waiting for her, but when she walked fully into the room and saw him, her eyes went wide.

“Harry,” she gasped, quickly closing the door behind her before rushing over to him.

His arms wrapped around her instantly, pulling her into his chest. “I talked to Cass, and he’s not being truthful with you.”

Evangeline swallowed harshly before looking up at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t tell you that the man who’s threatened him has rented you for the whole week.”

He watched as her eyes went wide, and they immediately were filled with worry. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, Harry, I don’t want to do that. Please, I don’t want-”

“I know, I know,” Harry nodded, taking her face into his hands. “That’s not going to happen, do you understand me? I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Harry felt his heart break when he saw the tears filling Evangeline’s eyes, and her lower lip began to wobble. 

“I’m scared,” she choked out before blinking, sending tears down her cheeks. “If something happens to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Nothing is going to happen to either of us, I promise. You’re just going to have to follow my lead. Do you trust me?”

“More than anything.”

Harry smiled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “These past couple months with you have been so incredible, Evie angel,” he told her before stroking his thumb along her jawline. “I’m so grateful to know such a beautiful woman. Your soul, your body - everything about you is incredible. I can’t believe you chose me to get to know you in such a way.”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” Evangeline sobbed softly, reaching to grasp at his suit jacket. “Please, Harry, don’t leave me.”

“No, no, no,” Harry rushed out, pulling her back into his chest as he shushed her softly - resting his cheek against her head. “I could never fathom leaving you, sweetheart. I’d be so lost without you.”

After a few seconds, she looked back up into his eyes, having calmed herself down a bit.

“I was saying all that to let you know that I love you, Evangeline. It may seem quick, and I understand if the feelings aren’t reciprocated, but I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

A soft smile perched itself onto Evangeline’s mouth as she listened to Harry’s words, and she lifted one of her hands to brush her fingertips along his pink lips.

“I’ve fallen in love with you too, Harry babe,” she whispered, laughing softly in disbelief as she looked into his sage-colored eyes. “You’re everything to me.”

Harry felt tears of his own threatening his waterline as he leaned down to connect his lips with Evangeline’s. They clutched to each other, lips parting to allow their tongues to glide out and venture into the other’s mouth. It was passionate, and full of love - something neither of them had ever had the sensation of feeling before.

Once they pulled away, they shared a few other short kisses before Harry spoke again. “I’m going to walk out of here, and you’re going to follow me. You’re going to act like I’ve told you goodbye, and that I can’t see you anymore. We need to make Cass believe that I’ve agreed to leaving you alone. I may have to say some things, but I need you to know they aren’t true.”

“I know they won’t be. Don’t worry,” Evangeline nodded as she spoke. “And what about after that?”

“After that, you’re just going to have to trust me like you say you do, okay? Because I’m going to have to figure that part out as I go. It’s going to depend on the plan Cass and that man have in store for you tonight, but I think I have a pretty good idea on what my next move will be.”

Although Evangeline trusted him entirely, there was still a part of her that was growing sick with nervousness, and she just prayed this worked out the way they both hoped.

“Okay, we should do it now,” she told him before pressing into her tiptoes to give him a few more kisses - treasuring them as much as she could.

Harry nodded, and he started towards the door to her room. As he looked back at her over his shoulder, he could see the sheen of tears over her eyes as his own tears started up again. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Once Harry stepped out, he quickened his pace, as if he was trying to leave as soon as possible, and he soon heard Evangeline’s heels on the tiled floor behind him.

“Harry!”

Although he knew she was acting, the distress in her voice still caused his heart to ache.

“Harry, just wait, please,” Evangeline pleaded as she caught up to him on the floor, and they both noticed Cass lurking by the bar at the same time - his eyes directly on them. “What do you mean you can’t see me anymore? What did I do wrong?”

“You’re a dancer, Georgia,” Harry snapped, pulling his arm away from her that she had taken hold of. A pit of nausea began to form in Harry’s stomach. He never thought he’d ever speak to her in this way, regardless of it being fake. “There’s no future here between us. I need to cut this off.”

More tears streamed down her face as she stared up at Harry, her body trembling due to her playing up the part. “So, it was all just a lie?”

The next words that Harry spoke were ones that he instantly swore to himself he would never even think of again. “Nothing was a lie. I paid for you, and that’s all this was.”

Harry began to walk away from her again, and when Georgia went to follow, she felt a hand cupping her arm from behind. “Let him go,” Cass whispered as he pulled her back. “He’s saving himself, and if you cared for him, you’d let him go.”

It all felt too real to Evangeline as she watched Harry leave Fortune for what she knew would be the last time. She just hoped that tonight would be her last time leaving as well, and that she’d be gone from this place for good.

“Now, go and get yourself cleaned up. You’re wanted at the hotel soon, and the gentleman himself is going to accompany you there like before, got it?”

She nodded in response, and she moved away from Cass as quickly as possible to go backstage. Changing out of her robe, she threw on her bra and underwear that she had come to work in - knowing she didn’t need to wear anything sexy underneath. She pulled her sundress over her head before grabbing her large bag.

Looking over her shoulder, Evangeline made sure that no one else was around as she emptied her vanity completely and then zipped up her tote. She wouldn’t be coming back here. She’d make sure of that.

She gave herself a few more seconds to calm down before heading back out towards Cass, and she could see that the gentleman from that night was now standing next to him. Her knees began to jump out of anxiousness as she walked over to the two men, her hands squeezing each other as she tried to calm herself down.

“Georgia, you’re ready?” Cass asked, and she gave him a small nod.

“Lead the way,” she said as she looked over at the gentleman, and she saw a gruesome smirk form on his face.

A shiver ran down Evangeline’s spine just from that single look, but she pushed her trust in Harry to the forefront of her mind to try and get through this. She knew that he’d make this right - that he’d get her out of this. She felt the man’s hand slide across her lower back as they began to walk out of Fortune, and she looked over her shoulder at Cass as they did.

She expected to maybe see a look of regret or anxiousness, but instead she was met with a stone expression from him. She just had to keep telling herself that she would never have to see him again. 

“I’m really happy that Cass agreed to let me book you again. Did he tell you that I had you until next Saturday?” The man asked as they stepped outside, and Evangeline immediately wrapped her arms around herself.

“Yes, he did,” she nodded, even though it was a lie. Cass hadn’t told her - Harry had.

“I think we can have a really good time together. We just got off on the wrong foot last time,” he continued to speak as they walked across the street. “I’m Anthony, by the way. I don’t think I introduced previously.”

“Well…you know my name,” Evangeline forced a smile. “Georgia.”

“I know that’s not your real name,” he chuckled as he opened the front door of the hotel. “I’m sure I’ll get it out of you at some point though.”

All Evangeline wanted to do was cry. This felt so wrong. Even though she didn’t want to do this, it still felt gross. It felt like she was cheating on Harry, and that’s something she would never willingly do.

As they stepped into the lobby of the hotel, she began to look around for any sign of Harry, but she wasn’t having any luck. The tightness started to form in her chest as she watched Anthony retrieve the roomkey from his pocket as they started towards the elevators.

It was then that they passed by the bar, and from the corner of her eye she saw Harry sitting there - a glass filled with caramel colored liquor in front of him. She stopped with a gaping mouth as she stared at him before she cleared her throat and looked up at Anthony. 

“Do you think we could grab a drink before heading up? I usually always have a drink after my sets, and I wasn’t able to have one over at the club tonight. It just helps me loosen up a bit - my muscles tend to ache,” she told him, adjusting the strap of her tote on her shoulder. 

He paused for a moment, and every part of her thought he was going to deny her before he gave her a nod. “Sure, just one.”

“Thank you,” she exhaled, already feeling her nerves dissipating now that she knew she would at least be in Harry’s presence until things got figured out.

As they walked over to the bar, Anthony placed his hand on Evangeline’s back, but this time he lowered it to graze one of the rounds of her ass for a moment before putting it back in its original position. Harry clenched his jaw when he saw the movement, but he knew he needed to remain calm if they were going to get out of this the way he hoped they would. 

Anthony got to the bar and pulled his bar stool out, plopping down before even pulling Evangeline’s out as well. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes behind his back as she draped the strap of her tote over the stool before pulling it out and sitting down. They were across from Harry, and her eyes flickered over to hold his as she heard Anthony already ordering from the bartender beside her.

“And a glass of rosé for her,” she heard Anthony trailing off at the end, and she looked over at him with a scrunched up face.

She hated rosé, but of course he wouldn’t even ask her preference before ordering for her. Thankfully he didn’t see as he was still facing the bartender, but then he looked over to her with a smile.

“I was thinking that once we get upstairs,” Anthony slipped his hand out to graze the top of her thigh, and Evangeline sat up straighter in her chair - her skin crawling from just the smallest touch. He leaned in closer before speaking again in a hushed tone. “You could suck me off like I asked before you ran out on me last time.”

Evangeline could feel Harry’s eyes on her as she went to turn her face away from Anthony, but then she remembered she still needed to play her part for just a little longer. “Sure, yeah,” she told him with a nod. “I can do that.”

“You’re so much more tolerable when you obey,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, and she immediately looked to Harry again.

Harry’s eyes darted over to the hallway that was to Evangeline’s left, and she looked over for just a second to see that it was the hallway that led to the restrooms. Looking back at Harry, she tilted her chin down in a soft nod to acknowledge that she caught on. She cleared her throat as she smoothed her hands over her dress - moving away from Anthony a bit.

“I’m sorry, I just need to use the restroom and freshen up really quick,” she explained as she began to get up from her barstool.

“You can’t wait until we’re up in the room?”

“No, I’m sorry. I drink a lot of water between my sets to keep myself hydrated, and I wasn’t able to use the restroom because I came over here with you,” she stated, standing up completely as she grabbed her tote. “I’ll be less than five minutes, I promise.”

Anthony eyed her for a moment before he nodded. “Make it quick. I want to drink these drinks once they get to us so we can head up to the room as soon as possible.”

“Of course, I won’t be long.”

Once she turned with her back to Anthony, she let out a sigh of relief, but she knew she wasn’t in the clear just yet. She started towards the bathroom, and she bit down on her lower lip as she turned the corner that went towards the ladies room, but then she also saw an exit door. Her pulse quickened as she picked up the pace, heading towards that door as she clutched the strap to her tote in her hand.

Just as Evangeline was going to push her hand against the bar to open it, she felt an arm around her waist that pulled her backwards, and she felt her back clash against a solid chest. She opened her mouth to scream before a hand clamped over her mouth. Closing her eyes tight, she let out a whine before feeling lips against the shell of her ear.

“Evie angel, it’s me,” Harry whispered before shushing her softly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He dropped his hand from her mouth, and she quickly turned around to give him a soft glare. “You could’ve done that differently, you know?”

Harry smirked softly at her before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

As much as she wanted to roll her eyes, Evangeline couldn’t help but smile up at her lover. She felt one of Harry’s hands slip into one of hers - intertwining their fingers before looking towards the door. “Let’s go, honey. My car is already parked right outside the exit.”

With their hands clutched within one anothers, Harry and Evangeline ran out of the exit and towards his car. She didn’t dare to look behind them to see if Anthony had followed, or had caught on to what was going on. She didn’t want to know. The only thing she could focus on was getting out of here with Harry right next to her.

They quickly made their way into his car, and before they knew it, he was peeling out on the street headings towards his house. 

The start of the car ride was silent, and Evangeline felt tears brimming against her eyelids again when she thought about what might have happened if she didn’t have Harry. There would’ve been no one there to protect her, no one there to get her away from Anthony. 

It was fate. She was sure of it. There was no other explanation.

Looking over to Harry, she admired his profile as he drove, their fingers intertwined again and the back of his hand was resting against the top of her thigh. She brought her other hand over to dance her fingertips along his forearm, and Harry quickly looked over at her before looking back to the road.

“Why are you crying, my love?” 

Evangeline’s heart could have exploded as Harry whipped out another sweet name for her. 

“I was just thinking…” she trailed off for a moment before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re together, and that we’re safe.”

“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you - to us,” Harry squeezed her hand softly. “I’ll always look after you.

Still fighting back tears, she brought his hand up to her lips - pressing them against the back of it. “Thank you, Harry. Not just for tonight, but for loving me, and I mean genuinely loving me.”

“I’d be a fool not to love you, Evangeline,” Harry pulled their hands over to his mouth now - sponging a kiss to the back of her hand. “I’m not going to lie to you. At first, I thought it was just an infatuation. I didn’t think you’d ever pay attention to someone like me, and here I was returning to you almost every day like some stray puppy. But then I got to really see you - to truly know you, and my god, sweetheart…you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

No one had ever spoken about Evangeline in such a way other than her grandparents. No one else had that true tone when speaking to her like this, and she knew that Harry was meaning every word that he said. She blinked, the tears that she had tried to will away streaming down her cheeks.

“How?” Evangeline shook her head as Harry pulled into his driveway and parked his car, turning to face her more. “How did I get so fortunate to find you? For you to find me?” 

She reached out to cup his cheeks before leaning in - placing a delicate kiss against his lips.

Harry hummed softly against her lips, his hands trailing down to cup her ribcage before he pulled back. “I feel the same way, Evie angel. I just can’t believe moving here led me to you.”

They smiled at each other, sharing delicate kisses for just a few moments longer before getting out of the car. Once they were inside Harry’s home, he took her tote from her, and he guided the two of them up the stairs.

“Did you need anything before we lay down? Water?” Harry asked as she placed her bag in the armchair in the corner of his bedroom.

“No, I’m okay, Harry babe, thank you.”

“Do you want to shower?” 

Evangeline watched as Harry loosened his tie and wrapped it around his hand before shrugging off his suit jacket.

“A shower does sound nice,” she stated with a nod. “Will you take one with me?”

Harry smiled, his deep dimples denting into his cheeks. “Of course I will.”

She watched as he walked into the en-suite as she slipped her heels off her feet, and she soon heard the sound of Harry starting up the shower. 

Walking into the en-suite, Evangeline pulled her dress over her head to leave her in a plain nude colored lingerie set - the one she had worn to work earlier. There was nothing fancy about it in the slightest, but it was comfortable. Harry stood in the closet as he pulled his button-up off his body, and he looked out as Evangeline was removing her dress. He couldn’t help but feel his cock swell in his dress pants as she lifted her hands to pull her hair into a bun on the top of her head - her back to him in her bra and tiny thong.

His eyes followed her as she made her way over to the shower, and she pulled the glass door open to hold her hand underneath the stream to test the water. Once she hummed in satisfaction, she pulled off her bra and underwear before stepping inside the large cubicle, and she turned around to have the stream of water against her back, meeting Harry’s eyes in his closet.

“Are you going to just stand there and stare at me, or are you going to join?” Evangeline smirked softly, tilting her neck from side to side as she let the hot water soothe her small aches.

Harry was quick to remove his pants and socks, as well as his briefs before he made his way towards the shower as well. He stepped inside and Evangeline immediately placed her hands on his hips.

“I don’t want to think about the next step tonight, okay? I know that may seem silly given the circumstances that we’re under, but I just want to be together, and ignore that for the time being. Is that alright?” 

“Of course it is,” Harry told her as he coasted his hands up her sides. “We’ll just focus on us, and this night only. We’ll worry about everything else when we wake up. Now, my love, can I wash you?”

Evangeline felt her stomach somersault at Harry’s question, and she smiled up at him. “You don’t even have to ask.”

Harry’s hand reached out to grab his body wash, and he poured a decent amount in his hand before turning her around. He pulled her into his chest carefully as he ran his hands down her body - softly caressing the mounds of her chest before trailing down her stomach.

“I know you’ve probably heard it before, many times, but you have such a stunning body, honey,” Harry crooned into her ear as he began to lower himself down onto his knees to properly scrub her legs. He swallowed harshly when he realized her plump ass was in his face, but he focused on the task at hand. “So fucking beautiful.”

Evangeline gasped as she felt Harry press a kiss to the back of one of her thighs before making his way back up. “And you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she breathed. “I was shocked that first night I walked into my room and I saw you. Thought I was dreaming a little bit. No one had ever been as young or attractive as you.”

Harry couldn’t help but feel some pride in her comment. He was never one to think too highly of himself, but hearing her compliment him in such a way had a wave of confidence washing over him. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He began to kiss over the side of her neck as he washed the suds off her body, but he continued to caress her skin - wanting to feel as close to her as possible.

“I just knew you were different,” she practically moaned as Harry slipped a hand down to cup her cunt. “You treated me with such respect, and such kindness. I knew from the start that you were there to actually know me, not Georgia, but I was just scared. I was hesitant because of my past.”

“Asked your name when I first met you, hm?” Harry asked, planting a kiss against the side of Evangeline’s neck. “I’ve always wanted to know you - just you.”

Gathering herself, Evangeline turned around and ran her hands up and down Harry’s torso. “I think it’s my turn to wash you now - if you’ll let me.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Harry repeated her words from just a few minutes earlier with a smirk, and she giggled as she grabbed the body wash just like he had.

Smearing the liquid over her hands, she dropped her palms onto Harry’s chest as she began to rub it in. “You’re so fucking fit, you know that right?”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to being complimented in such a way by someone as beautiful as Evangeline.

“My shy boy,” she whispered as she pressed on her tiptoes to ghost her lips across his. “I love you.”

Harry’s hands slipped back down to cup her hips, pulling her against his groin which emitted a small groan from each of them. “And I love you.”

“Let’s finish up here, yeah? And then you can take me to bed?”

“I’d be more than happy to take you to bed,” Harry whispered as he ran his hands back down to knead her ass. 

Evangeline and Harry finished up in the shower, barely drying off before he was lifting her off the ground - earning a squeal from her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands cradled underneath her thighs as he walked them to his bed, and he carefully lowered her down. He hovered over her with one hand pressed into the mattress while his other hand fell to caress one of her breasts.

“How do you want me, Evie angel?” Harry asked, tilting his head to the side before he lowered himself down gently - lips sealing around one of her pebbled nipples.

Since the first time they had slept together, Harry had grown to be a little more confident in the bedroom - becoming more vocal. Evangeline absolutely loved it when he talked her through everything, and she had never found herself staving off an orgasm because someone’s voice was about to make her come too fast.

“Close,” she answered as she lifted one of her hands to knit into the back of Harry’s hair. “Really close.”

“Yeah?” Harry popped his head up to kiss over the swells of her breasts before kitten licking at her other nipple for a few moments. “Want me nice and close?”

Evangeline nodded as she pulled Harry back up to have their mouths meet again, and she maneuvered them to where they were both on their sides facing each other. Each of them ran a hand down the other’s body, Harry’s fingers slipping between her slipped folds while her hand wrapped around his aching shaft. They were wanting to work each other up properly before going all in.

Their moans began to fill the room around them, and eventually Harry reached behind him to open his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Evangeline took it from him, like she usually did, and opened it before sliding it down his length.

“You ready for me, honey?” Harry ghosted his lips over hers as he slid a hand down to cup the back of her thigh - pulling her flush against him as he draped her leg over his hip.

Evangeline hummed in response, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. “I need you so bad, Harry.”

Reaching down between them, Harry fisted his shaft a couple of times before pushing his tip into her dripping entrance - earning a gasp that quickly turned into a moan from her. Once he was far enough in, he dropped his hand to the crease of her knee to keep her leg angled perfectly over him as he sunk himself in completely.

“You feel so good around me,” Harry sponged a kiss against the hinge of Evangeline’s jaw as he slowly drew his hips back before pushing forward again. “How does it feel for you?”

“I..I’m-” Evangeline stammered - overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her body as Harry continued to rock his hips back and forth to fill her. 

Harry couldn’t help but smirk softly to himself when he realized just how blissed out his girl was, and he looked down to where they connected. His eyes flickered back and forth between where he plunged in and out of her, and to the bouncing of her fulls breasts with each of his thrusts. Her nails were digging into his biceps as she latched onto him, and she arched her back with another moan as she felt him hitting her sweetest spot each time.

“Oh, fuck me,” Evangeline groaned as Harry lifted her leg a bit higher, and he continued to clash hips against hers. Their skin slapped together every time he fully entered her again, and they both could feel that she was dripping all over his cock and her thighs.

Moving her leg around slightly, Harry draped her leg into the crease of his elbow now so that he could reach up and knead at one of her breasts again - thumb grazing over her taut bud. “You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart. I’m never gonna get sick of seeing you like this, you know that?”

Evangeline was whining and moaning as she moved her hands up to cup the sides of Harry’s neck, the pads of her thumbs smoothing over his defined jawline. “I love you,” she whimpered. “I’ll never get sick of you either. I’m so crazy about you.”

Her walls pulsed around his throbbing length, and she knew that she was close to an orgasm as Harry opened his mouth to speak. “I love you too. I know you said not to talk about it tonight, but the one thing I will say is that I’m always going to protect you, you understand?”

Harry began to pick up his thrusts as he felt the burning in his lower abdomen. “Yes, I know you will,” she gasped. “So lucky to have you, Harry babe.”

Throwing her arms around his neck, Evangeline rested her forehead against his cheek as she started to move her hips back against his to meet his movements - both of them letting out louder moans at the sensation. She could feel her walls completely fluttering now, and she knew she was nearing her end.

“Harry,” her tone had a sense of begging behind it, and Harry caught on quickly as he moved his hand from her chest down to her swollen clit, moving the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves in precise circles. “Oh, yes, I’m gonna come.”

“C’mon, honey, give it to me,” Harry tilted his head to press a kiss against Evangeline’s cheek from the angle that she had her head. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Harry heard an increase in both the volume and the pitch of his Evie angel’s moans as she reached her peak, and he felt her clamp down entirely around his prick. He swallowed down a groan at the feeling, focusing on making sure that she rode her high out completely before he found his own.

“Oh my god,” Evangeline breathed as she dropped her face into Harry’s neck, and he could feel that her body was spent against his.

It was only a few thrusts later that Harry let his own orgasm take over, and Evangeline lifted her face just in time to watch his jaw go slack - curls sticking to his forehead from the slight sheen of sweat that covered it. Once he started to slow down, she leaned forward to peck a few kisses against his lips as his hands danced over her body.

Their lips continued to ebb and flow against one another’s before Harry regretfully pulled himself away from Evangeline, slipping out of her as they both winced in sensitivity. “I’ll be right back for you, sweetheart.”

He pressed another kiss to her forehead as he made his way into the en-suite, discarding the condom and cleaning himself up before grabbing a soft washcloth. He dampened it with some warm water and then walked back into the bedroom, kneeling on the bed beside Evangeline as he spread her legs gently.

“Just gonna clean you up a little bit, and then I’ll carry you into the bathroom so you can use it, okay?” Harry began to wipe the cloth on the insides of her thighs as well as over her core - making sure not to apply too much pressure as he knew how sore she could get right after finishing up.

Once Evangeline also used the bathroom, they cuddled up in the sheets together - remaining naked. Their soft caresses and gentle kisses then lulled one another to sleep.

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Just like the past few weekends, Evangeline awoke to the softness of Harry’s giant bed, except this time, half of her body was pressed against a hard surface. Blinking her eyes open, she was instantly met with the sight of skin - sparse chest hair covering the surface with a cross pendant resting among it, and ink underneath the protruding collarbone. She was a bit shocked to see that Harry was still asleep underneath her. He was usually up before her, either downstairs in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast, or in his home gym for his morning workout. Lifting herself up a bit, she squinted to see the clock on his nightstand, and she saw that it was half past nine. She laid her cheek back down against his hard chest, lifting one of her hands to rest on the side her head wasn’t occupying.

She allowed her thumb to brush lightly over Harry’s chest hair so as not to disturb him, and she tilted her chin up to get a look at his defined jawline. His face was slightly turned away from her, his lips barely parted as he inhaled and exhaled in a fluid rhythm. Long eyelashes dusted just lightly over his cheeks, and she let her eyes trace over his sculpted features.

The prominent cupid’s bow that drew her in from the start caught her attention, and she pushed herself up again to press a small kiss against it. She lifted up for just a second before leaning back down to press another kiss to the hinge of his jaw, and then one down the side of his neck. Harry began to stir lightly as she continued to sponge her lips over the expanse of his shoulder, journeying her way to his chest. 

Evangeline ran her hand down to ghost over the butterfly tattoo on his stomach before hearing a groan - causing her to look back up to Harry’s face.

“Good morning, Harry babe” she whispered softly as she placed another kiss against his chest. She watched as Harry’s eyes opened slowly, as if he was trying to register her touches before he looked down to her.

“Morning, Evie angel,” he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before running the knuckle of his index finger along one of her cheekbones. “What are you doing, hm?”

“Waking you up,” she teased with a smirk as she began to lower herself down his body. “If you’ll let me, that is.”

Her lips continued to caress the skin of his torso, working their way down further and further until she was slotted between his long legs - nipping at one of his fern tattoos that hovered just above her destination.

Neither of them had indulged in the act of oral sex on each other yet, and that wasn’t necessarily on purpose, they would just always be so caught up in wanting to be close and kissing each other to even really think about it too much. It wasn’t like they were left unsatisfied by it not happening, therefore they were just fine going without.

“Are you sure?” Harry gulped, watching as the sheets tented around Evangeline’s shoulders while she wrapped one arm underneath the crease of knee so she could cup a hand along the top of his thigh. Her other hand continued to glide over his stomach - serving as a sense of comfort for him as he knew where this was headed. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

Evangeline frowned slightly, shaking her head. “I don’t feel like I have to, Harry. I want to do this for you. I want to make you feel good,” she leaned down to press another kiss right above his base - his prick twitching at the contact. “Can I make you feel good, baby?”

Harry closed his eyes with a groan at the pet name, licking over his bottom lip before he opened his eyes back up.

He looked down to her once more before nodding. “Yes, please.”

The smirk that had left crept its way back onto Evangeline’s lips as her hand left his stomach to wrap around the base of his shaft, holding him in place as she began to leave open mouthed kisses along his length. She heard Harry suck in a deep breath above her, and the noise alone had her pressing her thighs together.

Once she reached the tip, she flashed her eyes back up to him as her tongue darted out to lick at his slit. His eyes were wide as he continued to stare down at her, and she hummed - already tasting the precome that was just starting to leak from him. “That was fast.”

Harry blushed at her comment, fisting the fitted sheet next to his hips. “I-It’s been a while.”

“It’s not a bad thing. It lets me know that I’m doing a good job. It’s so sexy,” she pressed a soft kiss against his head before parting her lips.

Slowly, she slid her tongue out to glide along the underside of his tip - wanting him to see just how far back he went on the pad of it before she began to lower her head to take him further. Harry gasped, eyes shooting up to the ceiling as he felt her warm mouth close around his cock. His toes curled as she bobbed her head up and down, and just when he thought she couldn’t take him any further, he felt himself beginning to curve down her throat.

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he hardly felt Evangeline taking one of his hands - placing it into her hair. Her freehand then crept its way up his torso until it was directly in the middle of his chest. Her fingertips played lazily with his cross pendant as she swallowed around him, earning a lewd moan to escape his lips.

Evangeline kept focusing on the expanding of her throat, as well as breathing in deep through her nose so that she didn’t get overwhelmed. She gave herself to the count of five before pulling off of him to properly catch her breath - stretching the hand over that had been resting over the top of his thigh to pump his shaft in the absence of her mouth.

“Feeling okay?”

Harry nodded, clearly breathless from just the littlest bit of work she had done on him. “Yeah, it’s so good, Evangeline.”

Her stomach swirled in the best way at the use of her full name, something that he didn’t do often, and that had her getting turned on even more.

“That’s what I like to hear, Harry babe. I’m gonna keep going, alright?”

“Please.”

“You’re so polite for me, aren’t you?” Evangeline’s tone was slightly teasing, but she never had Harry in this position before, and it was giving her a newfound sense of confidence.

Her mouth found him again, but this time she left it just around his tip as her hand continued to work over length. She swirled her tongue around his head, lapping at his arousal that was dripping at a constant rate. She knew that he wasn’t going to last long like this, and she wondered if he was going to want to finish in her mouth, or if he was going to want to do something further.

Just like before, Evangeline lowered her head to have him down her throat - one hand going back to wrap around his thigh while her fingertips on the other began to rub over one of his raised nipples.

“Evie,” Harry called out, and she opened her eyes to look at him. “I-I don’t wanna come in your mouth. I wanna be close.”

Popping off him instantly, she continued to stroke him with her hand as she sat up on her knees between his legs - sitting back on her heels. “You wanna fuck me?”

Harry nodded eagerly, as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. “I really do.”

Evangeline tilted her head to the side, letting her hand leave Harry as she rested both of them on the tops of her thighs. “Can you do me a favor?”

Sitting up completely, Harry mimicked her position, reaching his hands out to glide up and down her sides. “Anything.”

“Can you be a little more rough with me?”

Harry’s eyes widened at her request, and she watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

He had always been a gentle and tender lover, so he wasn’t quite sure what ‘a little more rough’ would entail. The last thing he wanted to do was end up hurting her somehow, or disappointing her by not giving her exactly what she wanted.

“I can walk you through it,” she whispered as she took his face into her hands. “Just want it to be a little bit more dirty for once.”

Harry felt his cock pulse at those words before he nodded. “I can do that for you - just tell me what to do.”

Evangeline placed a delicate kiss against his lips, a juxtaposition to the words she had just spoken, but she wanted him to know that everything was going to be okay.

Turning around, she crawled to the end of the bed on her hands and knees before arching her back to where her plump ass was up in the air. She looked at him over one shoulder as she moved all of her hair over the other, bottom lip between her teeth. “Want you to take me like this.”

Harry’s breath hitched in the back of his throat at the view in front of him. He could see everything from this angle - her folds glistening with the arousal that had gathered just from her going down on him a few moments ago. His eyes met hers as he nodded, shifting himself around to where he was behind her. 

She faced forward, preparing for him to begin his taking of her, but that wasn’t what happened at all.

The last thing she expected was the feeling of Harry’s mouth pressing an open mouthed kiss to her drenched cunt.

“O-Oh,” she moaned, eyes slipping shut as she dipped into her elbows a bit - the sensation overpowering. She hummed in satisfaction after a moment as his tongue began to glide through her slit, and she threw one of her hands behind her so that she could tangle her fingers in his curls. “That’s ‘s good, Harry.”

Harry grew more confident at Evangeline’s words, and he lowered down just a bit more to wrap his lips around her clit - beginning to suck. She gasped while tugging at his hair and arching her back even more to give him a better angle to work with. He was relishing the taste of her, knowing that she was going to be as sweet as ever, but this was exceeding his expectations. He could’ve slapped himself for waiting so long to have in this way.

He pulled back, and he blew on her pulsing pussy - watching as she clenched down around nothing.

“Please,” she whined, and Harry pushed up onto his knees while taking both of her hips into his hands.

With his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he began to rub his shaft through her folds - his tip bumping against her clit with each glide forward.

“Oh my god,” Evangeline shook her head, not believing the ecstasy that was taking over her body already. “I-I want you inside, Harry. I need you inside, and I wanna feel you.”

Harry halted his movements as he realized what she was asking. She wanted no barriers. She wanted it to be just the two of them, and he swallowed harshly. 

“I’m on the pill, and I promise I’m clean,” he watched as she looked over her shoulder at him again. “But if you don’t want to, I completely understand. I just feel comfortable taking that next step with you, but I only want that if you do.”

Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, Harry pondered for only a moment before he nodded. “Okay, Evie angel. I’ll give you all of me.”

“Please, please,” she whimpered as she wiggled her hips to have his head pressing against where she needed him the most. “I’m aching for you.”

Remembering what she had said earlier about being rough, Harry didn’t waste anymore time before shifting his hips forward, allowing himself to plunge into her completely in one quick thrust. They each groaned out in satisfaction as he filled her to the hilt, but he made it a point to massage her hips in his hands as he knew she was adjusting to his size.

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” Evangeline dropped her forehead to the mattress as she felt her walls already pulsating around him - almost drawing him in even further even though they were both sure that wasn’t possible from how deep he already was.

“Evangeline,” he moaned, leaning down to press a kiss against her spine while moving his hands to the rounds of her ass, beginning to caress them in his hands. He drew his hips back just slightly before pushing forward again, and he sighed out at the feeling of her warmth engulfing him. “Made just for me, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded lazily, turning her head to now have her cheek against the comforter, her eyes still shut. “Only for you.”

Blinking her eyes open, they made eye contact with each other. Harry watched as her pupils expanded, darkening her eyes.

“Spank me.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised to his forehead at her demand - another request shocking him. He stopped the movements with his hands, but neither of them severed the eye contact.

“You won’t hurt me, I promise. Spank me.”

He swallowed harshly as he brought one hand up - trying to remember what he had seen from the little bit of porn he had watched in his life. It wasn’t really his thing, but sometimes he was desperate to get off which would cause him to indulge. He hadn’t felt the need to do any of that after being with Evangeline, of course, but now he was wondering if he should’ve maybe watched more to know exactly what to do.

The sound of his palm smacking up against one of her ass cheeks bounced off the walls, and Evangeline moaned - knees buckling just slightly. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Harry began to move his hips again, establishing a pattern that had her ass bouncing back against his pelvis. “You liked that, honey?”

“Again, please. Harder.”

Harry obeyed, repeating the same motion but just a bit harder on the opposite cheek, and she let out an even louder moan than before. “Fuck, Harry, you’re good at that.”

That had Harry’s head reeling, and he leaned over to where his chest was flush against her back - reaching a hand down to press the tips of his middle and ring finger to her puffy clit. She gasped and arched into him, mouth gaping open at just how good everything felt.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this rough enough for you, sweetheart?”

“God, yes,” Evangeline brought her head up, resting the back of it against Harry’s shoulder. “I’m gonna come.”

Harry kept up his movements, and before he knew it, he felt Evangeline’s cunt squeezing him as her orgasm began to coat his length entirely. He slipped in and out of her easier, helping her ride her high to its entirety. He sat up a bit to give her a break - fingers falling from her clit. “So good, Evie angel. Good girl.”

She pulsed around him again at the praise he gave her, and she lifted up more. “Wait a second.”

Harry stilled immediately. “Everything okay?”

Now he was panicked that maybe he had been too rough, and he felt worry growing in his chest.

“More than okay, Harry babe. Sit against the headboard for me,” she panted, still catching her breath.

Harry nodded as he slipped out of her, causing them both to groan at the loss of contact before he moved backwards on the bed. He propped himself up against the headboard as she asked, and he watched as she turned around - crawling over to him. With one leg on each side of him, Evangeline was now fully straddling Harry as she held onto his shoulders.

“I want to see you when you come,” she breathed as she reached down to slide him back in. She laughed softly at just how full she felt once again, and she didn’t let any time pass before she began to roll her hips.

This had to be Heaven. Harry was sure of it as he watched his angel grinding over him - her pussy swallowing him whole. She had one hand against his shoulder to keep her steady as she leaned back, the other cupping over his knee so she could get to riding him properly. 

Harry didn’t know where to look. He didn’t know whether or not to capture the euphoria etched across Evangeline’s face, the bouncing of her breasts as her hips slammed down against his or his cock sliding in and out of her. It was all so much, and he knew that he definitely wouldn’t be lasting very long due to the image before him.

“So stunning,” he whispered absentmindedly, lifting his hands to cup both of her tits - kneading the supple flesh in his palms. “You are truly out of this world, Evie angel. I love you so much.”

“I love you more than anything,” she tilted her head back, mouth open as her chest heaved. “And I need you to fill me up with your love.”

Harry felt his lower abdomen jump at her words, and his hands gripped a bit tighter to her breasts - causing a loud moan to leave her. “I won’t be much longer. You’re about to get me there.”

Knowing that she was the one to make him feel this good, Evangeline used the last of her energy to thrust down against him harder, and Harry scrunched his face up as he felt his orgasm beginning to overtake. He reached out to wrap his arms around her torso, pulling her into his chest as he bent his legs up to meet her thrusts, and that had her coming over his cock once again - their arousals fully mixing together and dripping down onto their thighs.

As much as Evangeline usually worried about brushing her teeth before kissing Harry first thing in the morning, she could care less about that now. She leaned down to capture his mouth in a sloppy, but electric kiss as their hips began to slowly still - hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. 

At this moment, it was only the two of them. Nothing else existed except for them and the bed underneath them. With ringing ears and quivering legs, Harry slowly turned the both of them onto their sides, but he made sure to stay seated inside of her. Neither of them wanted to lose this connection, not yet.

They laid there for a few moments, not caring that Harry had now grown soft inside of her, causing their orgasms to spill onto the sheets, and especially not caring that their sweaty bodies were sticking together.

“Evangeline,” Harry whispered as he stroked his fingertips down her spine, and she knew by the tone of his voice what he was going to bring up.

“Not yet, Harry, please,” she licked over her bottom lip before snuggling her face further into her chest. “Not until we’re out of bed.”

Harry silently agreed, reaching down to tilt her head back so that she was looking at him again. He pinched her chin between his thumb and index finger before leaning down to give her another soft kiss. They didn’t need words right now to express how they were feeling - just being together like this was enough.

Eventually the couple separated and cleaned themselves up with a shower before they went downstairs into the kitchen. Evangeline sat on top of one of the counters in a shirt of Harry’s as he moved around the kitchen, beginning to prepare them breakfast. She pulled her hair into a bun on the top of her head as she watched him.

“We have to leave, don’t we?” 

She broke the silence with her question, and Harry paused his movements to let it truly sink in. “Yes, I think so. From what Cass said to me, it seems that man has more power than we thought. Who knows the type of people he’s involved with, and if he wants you like Cass said he did, then I don’t think he’ll stop.”

Nodding, she nibbled on her lower lip as anxiousness began to take over. “I have enough money in my savings to buy out my lease. I don’t really know where I’d go though. Where do you think you’ll go?”

Harry’s eyebrows narrowed, and he turned around to face Evangeline completely. “What?”

“Well, you have to leave too, right? Where are you going to go?”

“You…you don’t want to come back to London with me?” Harry asked, doubt growing in his chest by the second.

Evangeline’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, it’s not that at all, Harry. I just didn’t know if you’d be ready for that, that’s all.”

Harry set down the spatula that he had in his hand, and he walked over to her - hands cupping her hips. “I can’t be without you, Evie angel. I’d be ruined.”

Tears gathered in Evangeline’s waterline as cradled Harry’s jaw in her palms. “I can’t be without you either.”

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*One Year Later*

Harry walked up to the front door of his home, sliding his key into the lock on the front door before heading inside. Once inside, he was immediately met with the sound of light music playing, followed by the jingling of metal coming down the hallway. He smiled as he looked over to see Leo, his dog, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, heading over to greet him in the foyer.

“Hi, Leo,” he cooed as he shut the door behind him, locking it before kneeling down to run his palm over the top of the dog’s head. “How’s my goodest boy? Did you do a good job of keeping mama company until I got home?”

The dog panted up at him, tail wagging as Harry stood back up - dropping his keys into the small bowl on a table by the door. He started off towards the living room where he knew the music was coming from, and he was sure it was from a vinyl turning on the record player. He rounded the corner to see Evangeline draped horizontally over an armchair by the window, her bottom lip between her teeth as she read over the book in her hands.

His movement caught her attention, and she looked over, a smile taking over her features once she saw it was him. “I didn’t even hear you.”

Closing her book instantly, she hopped out of the chair and walked over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Harry smiled as his arms snaked around her waist, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her plush lips.

“How was your day?” Harry mumbled against her mouth, hands roaming over her back. “Everything good at the studio?”

Evangeline had found a job at a dance studio once they first moved to London, and just a couple of months ago she was asked to take over as owner as the previous one wanted to retire. It was her pride and joy, and in return, that sent Harry over the moon to know that she was still able to do what she loved - just in a different environment.

“Really good day, actually,” she nodded, smoothing her palms over his chest as she looked up at him. “Had five new students enroll today.”

Harry’s heart swelled at her enthusiasm, and he leaned down to give her another kiss. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

She giggled, blush spreading across her cheeks as she smiled up at him. “How about you?”

Harry was able to establish a job much like the one he had in LA, and he was now more successful than he was there. To say that they were well off would be an understatement, both physically, emotionally and materialistically, their lives were perfect.

“It was good, closed out a few more deals, opened up some new ones. Same old, same old.”

Ever since moving to London, they hadn’t heard anymore from Cass or Anthony, and once they were established enough after their move, Harry actually hired someone to do some digging back in LA. Turns out that Anthony and Cass parted ways which caused Fortune to go completely under. Anthony actually ended up going into hiding when it was revealed that not only was he involved in embezzling money, he was also part of a drug cartel that was exchanging drugs by using clubs as a cover up - hence his interest in Fortune.

It was a relief to hear that neither of them would ever be a worry to the couple, and even though it still took a few months for them to have that anxiety go away, Harry and Evangeline continued to grow even closer in their relationship.

They adopted Leo just six months ago after Evangeline had begged Harry to go to the shelter one day when they passed it, and of course, he could never say no to her. They were shocked to see a purebred dog there, but they were informed that Leo’s owner had just recently passed, and he had only been there a few days. He was five years old, and that was perfect for their situation given that they really didn’t have the time to house train a puppy.

He became the perfect addition to their little household, and brought more joy to their home, and relationship, than they ever thought an animal could.

Since being back in London, they made it a point to have dinner with Harry’s father at least once a month, and after the third dinner, Harry’s father turned to look at him while Evangeline was using the restroom, and he asked his son if he was going to marry her. Harry didn’t even hesitate to answer, immediately telling him yes. He knew that she was the only one for him - no one could ever compare.

“What did you want to do for dinner?” Evangeline asked as she nuzzled herself into Harry’s torso. “Did you want to go out to eat somewhere?”

Harry shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “No, figured I’d make dinner for us here,” he told her, fingers threading through her hair. “Did you realize what today was, honey?”

Evangeline grinned, nodding against his chest before looking back up to him. “We moved into this house a year ago today.”

“That’s right,” Harry’s heart fluttered as he saw the adoration in his Evie angel’s eyes, and he did his best to slip his hand into his jacket pocket without drawing too much attention. “Best decision I ever made.”

She hummed in response, her own heart swelling at his words. “Mine too.”

Harry pulled the small velvet box out of his pocket as he gulped down his nerves, eyes exploring all over his love’s face. “Every minute I’ve spent with you, every second to be exact, has been nothing but a treasure. You, and your love, filled a void that I never knew that I had until I met you, and sometimes I have to ask myself exactly what I did right in this life to have someone as extraordinary as you by my side every single day,” he spoke, and he watched as Evangeline’s expression started to go a bit blank. He knew that she was probably wondering where all of this was coming from. “From the moment I saw you, I knew that nothing could stop me from knowing you - I just had to get close to you. It was like…a magnetic pull. There’s no other way that I can think to explain it.

“You are the most fascinating, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, let alone being in the presence of, and the fact that you chose me to call you mine is beyond me completely. The fact that you want to call me yours is beyond me. My love for you has only grown since I first realized those were the feelings that I had for you, and I know that nothing will change that. This is it. You are it.”

With shaking hands, Harry slowly unraveled himself from Evangeline’s arms as he lowered himself down on one knee, and he saw her eyes widen as he lifted the box in his hand. “So, Evangeline Murray. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

He used his other hand to flip the lid of the box open, and a gasp left Evangeline’s mouth as tears were already starting to fall from her eyes. “Oh, Harry,” she whispered, bottom lip trembling as she swallowed. “I’ve wanted to marry you from the moment I told you I loved you. You’re it for me too.”

Harry chuckled softly as tears filled his own eyes. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes,” Evangeline laughed, nodding her head as she choked out a sob. “Of course, yes.”

He pulled the ring out of the box as she extended her hand out to him, and he slipped the ring onto her ring finger. Once it was securely on, she didn’t hesitate to pull him up from the floor, and he quickly lifted her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Their lips molded together in a passionate kiss, one filled with tears and laughter as they clutched to one another.

Evangeline never knew that she could find this love and comfort in someone after the death of her grandparents, but Harry has never made her feel anything less than it. He was all she ever dreamed of, and Evangeline’s love was all Harry had ever looked for in a partner. They were the perfect combination, the perfect couple.

And now they would have one another forever.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry edward styles #harry styles smutty fanfic #harry styles ff #harry smut #fanfiction #harry styles x fmc #harry fanfic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles short story #harry styles x oc #Spotify

[ithrilyann]

well, let's talk about Bilbo/Tauriel parallels ♡

This is what Philippa Boyens says about her in 'Desolation of Smaug' commentary.

Tauriel being curious to see the world beyond Mirkwood is an obvious parallel to this scene in movie one, when Gandalf reminds Bilbo of

Bilbo and Tauriel both leave their homes and go into the world following their respective reckless dark-haired sons of Durin.

They fight for their Dwarves.

They risk their lives to save them...

...and fail.

And then, in movie three

"You will not be the same."

Evangeline Lilly was asked in an interview what happens to Tauriel after the events of the movie. She said:

“It’s going to sound very mundane, but I think she goes back to Greenwood — and she goes back to work. Ultimately, she has a job. She has a responsibility. And maybe she doesn’t go back to being head of guard, maybe she’s been softened and wouldn’t resume her old position, but maybe she would be even more impassioned to protect what she loves, to protect her home, to protect what’s important to her, but maybe she’ll do it now with more compassion and a little bit of softness”.

They both return home and resume their old life, mourning for their Dwarves. Changed forever.

It's almost unbelievable how perfectly their character arcs mirror each other, from the beginning to the very end.

It is beautiful and i will never be over it.

(also, i recommend this excellent piece of meta that summarises all of this very well)

#bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit #bilbo #bilbo baggins #tauriel #parallels #hobbit meta #philippa boyens #pj's crew talks the hobbit #quote #you will not be the same #still not over it #my stuff #Ithril makes gifs

[sweetingseva]

How Evangeline's parents met:

How Evangeline and Jacks met (again) in ACFTL:

My heart absolutely melted when I first read this part. It's like fate that their story had mirrored a precious moment of Evangeline's parents' lives.

It's no doubt that Stephanie meant to have this "first moment" reference that one! I'll never forget Evangeline's description of Jacks when she first saw him.

Beautiful. Inhuman. A golden angel.

Like whoaaa 😍🥰🍎💕

I loved this parallel so muuuuuuch 💖💖💖💖💖

#ouabh #once upon a broken heart #ouabh spoilers #tbona #the ballad of never after #tbona spoilers #acftl #a curse for true love #acftl spoilers #evangeline fox #jacks #prince of hearts #jacks x evangeline #evajacks #stephanie garber

[kigozula]

Jacks definitely fell for Evangeline much earlier before the end of TBONA. It doesn’t matter if he needed her for the Valory Arch, this guy protected her by reflex many times and genuinely worried for her. He was even angry when Evangeline thought the worst of him (which he deserved from her pov). He was mad when he saw her struggling under Chaos, yet couldn’t do anything because it would ruin her.

Chaos indirectly told Evangeline that Jacks cares about her. In the Hollow, no matter what his original and current plan was, he left it behind to stay there with Evangeline. If it wouldn’t have been for Evangeline, Chaos and Lala, Jacks was happy with Evangeline there and put everything behind. It was her that made him leave.

And it was so sad. Jacks was hurt ans Evangeline was hurt. He just wanted to believe she loved and wanted him the was he does. He wanted to stay in the hollow with her. I got so sad myself*-*

Both Chaos and Lala noticed and sensed since OUABH that they have growing feelings. Especially about Jacks since they know him better.

In ACFTL, he admitted he thinks about her and wants her from the beginning. But he lied to himself because he would hurt her (that’s what he thought). And tell me all what you want, but I am still not convinced that all his goal was going to Tella. And if, then it actually became a plan at the end to save Evangeline. Because if she can’t remember him, the risk of hurting her decreases. And after her memories were taken away, he realized how much it hurts him. How much it would have hurt him even when he would have went to the past with the stones. He would always crave her, love her and want her.

I think he planned too much behind her back for the Valory Arch. But Jacks is a loyal man. He didn’t do all of it for himself. He did it for Chaos and Lala and the Valors too.

And since the curse on Evangeline that Lala put on her (I still can't believe no one was mad at her and she got away without any consequenses when she constantly hated on Apollo and Aurora although she did the exact things) would kill her, Jacks' motive changes again: to save Evangeline from the Archers and Mirror curse.

The only thing I truly hate is, and I also just skip because it is absolutely irrelevant, yet I want you guys to know: the Darling Sister, and the first fox disaster. The Darling thing was just for mock, to unnecessarily fill a page that made zero sense and was completely banal and disgusting. A page I rip. Though about the fox girl, it is confirmed that he wasn’t in love. Evangeline is the only girl ever he fell in love with. Cares for. Wants and loves.

And the things he told Lala. I absolutely think he is corrupt to lie to others and himself because deep down he knows telling the truth will hurt Evangeline, kill her.

And Apollo, oh boy. I wished he would have had another end. He clearly cared for Evangeline and his struggle in TBONA was so heartbreaking. Jacks saw that and that is why he told her in ACFTL that he believed she is safe with Apollo. I liked Apollo too and would have welcomed it if he would have had a happy ending himself. Same goes for Luc. Both of them got cursed and then their lives changed for the worse. And no one cared?

I honestly didn’t expect it to be like this, but I am so glad it is the way it is! Jacks true love as in, the only girl he truly fell in love with, loved so deeply and couldn’t stay away and who felt those things for him as well, is the one who breaks the curse. Which is Evangeline Fox!

#ouabh #tbona #acftl #evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks the prince of hearts

[leiaamidala]

The gown made Evangeline feel as if she were wearing a happily ever after … Chips of broken gems, shimmering in shades of pink and blue and violet, covered the bodice and then gently dispersed over the hips of a flowing skirt with a slit that went up to her thigh. It was bold, and it made her feel adventurous as she spun in front of the wardrobe mirror, twirling until the broken gems glittered to life. 

“What exactly are you doing?” Jacks drawled.

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⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by rutisfree

⤞ commissioned by me (@stephdaydreams) ⁣⁣

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Who else is in love with this scene!? I am so happy to have been able to commission this piece to share with you all. I hope you enjoy!

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⁣⁣⁣⤞⁣⁣⁣ Characters Evangeline and Jacks belong to Stephanie Garber⁣

⁣⁣⁣⤞ Quote from The Ballad of Never After⁣

⁣⁣⁣⤞⁣⁣⁣ Please ask commissioner first for permission to repost. Thank you!⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

#evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #OUABH #tbona #the ballad of never after #once upon a broken heart #a curse for true love #Caraval #Stephanie Garber #art #fan art #Bookish art #digital art #my commission #my commissions

[moobell55]

Thinking about how throughout OUABH and TBONA Jacks is the only person who truly acts in Evangeline’s best interest.

Like Marisol, she doesn’t give a damn about Eva.

Chaos doesn’t want anything to happen to her because he needs her but also let’s them be hunted by vampire in OUABH, not to mention kills her eventually in TBONA.

Even Lala, who Evangeline considers a friend, curses her with the intent to cause harm to her. Like the Mirror Curse, Lala knew Apollo was dangerous after the Archers curse was placed on him. This also insured that Jacks couldn’t harm Apollo to protect Eva because he’d also be hurting Eva. She also gaslights Eva, telling her she’s only doing what she’s doing to reclaim her lost love from the Valory Arch. I understand that’s she’s a Fate who feels limited emotions, but her choosing to punish Eva for refusing to open the arch was extremely cruel.

Apollo her own husband, doesn’t care what happens to her. He’s aware of the Archers and Mirror Curse being placed upon him. He knows that every time he’s by Eva, that no matter how hard he tries fighting it he will still try to kill her. In TBONA, he sneaks into her bedroom at Chaos castle to try and sleep with her, claiming “he’s been waiting for so long” and kisses her and starts taking her clothes off. But guess what, the Archers curse kicks in and he’s now strangling his wife. He would’ve killed her if it wasn’t for Jacks intervention, but even when Jacks try’s taking her away, Apollo begins screaming from the cage “To get his hands off his wife, and not to touch her.” Instead of begin horrified of almost killing his wife he’s more jealous of Jacks saving her from being killed.

And sure Jacks has his own motives that he doesn’t tell her about. But at every given instance he’s protected her, he risked Turing into a vampire to keep her safe. He jumped off a cliff with her in his arms, (As a swimmer and a lifeguard this is extremely dangerous, especially oceans with carry strong riptides and currents, also please never cliff dive if you aren’t aware of what lord beneath) knowing that her not being able to swim could possibly kill him. He jumps anyways and swims back to shore with her in his arms. Not only that but he carry’s her back to the castle so she doesn’t cut her shoeless feet on the rocks. He constantly protects her, telling her he’d kill any one who dared hurt her. In the end he choose Eva’s safety over his feelings for her. He knew if he stayed with her he would’ve kissed her, believing it would’ve killed her. He’d rather be unhappy for the rest of his life without her than risk her safety.

In conclusion Jacks is the only character who truly cares about Eva and choose to protect her every single time.

#evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #tbona #the ballad of never after #jacks x evangeline #ouabh #ouabh spoilers #stephanie garber #tbona spoilers #a curse for true love #rant #i just love them sm #Evajacks supremacy

[drabbles-mc]

Interruptions

Angel Reyes & OC Evangeline Reyes & Ezekiel Reyes Franky Rogan x OC Evangeline Reyes

Warnings: 18+, pining, language, this really is just a fluffy little something

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: For my next trick! I will pull out of my bag of wonders a character that the show-runners seemed to have forgotten about but I sure didn't! 😂 Shout-out to Franky Rogan- I hope he's doing okay lmao. I'm not really planning on turning this into a multi-chap per se, but I do plan on just writing some snippets/one-shots that all exist in this universe. This is our first look into this au, but definitely not the last if I have anything to say about it 😂 Enjoy! xo

As far as Evangeline was concerned, there was no real reason for Angel and EZ to be in her shop. She’d told them as much about five minutes after they’d walked in and started causing more ruckus than she wanted to be dealing with. She tried to shoo them away, tried to get them to pop one more door down to go and bother their father instead, but they weren’t budging.

Angel was sitting on one of the chairs by the dressing room and EZ was standing off to the side of the sewing machine that she was currently using. Angel was gawking around at everything as though he didn’t stop by every week, and EZ was studying over her shoulder like he was thinking of becoming the next family seamstress. If the shop had belonged to anyone else, the two of them never would have bothered to set foot inside. Not to mention if the shop had belonged to anyone else, they would’ve barred the two of them from entry ages ago.

“I can feel your breath on my neck,” she said, sounding annoyed for a split second before she started laughing.

EZ chuckled, stepping back and instead starting to pace around the shop. “Sorry.”

“Vete—go be sorry somewhere else. You’re gonna scare people off before they even set foot in here.”

Angel shook his head dismissively. “C’mon, Eva. Don’t think of it like that. Think of it like…we’re like protection, you know?”

Head still angled down at the pantleg she was hemming, her eyes lifted just enough to look over at her brother. “What, you two in the mob now too? MC wasn’t enough?” She shook her head and looked back down at the garment draped over the machine. “Protection,” she mocked. “Who you guys gonna protect me from, anyway? The high school girls coming in for me to tailor their prom dresses?”

EZ laughed as he watched his two older siblings go back and forth. “I don’t know,” he chimed in. “Think those girls might have Angel out-gunned.”

He sucked his teeth. “Fuck both you guys.”

She finally leaned back in her chair, taking her foot completely off the sewing machine pedal. “If you’d left when I told you to, you wouldn’t have to be going through this.”

Angel was finally laughing with her and EZ. “Nah, you know if we never stopped by you’d—” He stopped mid-sentence and stood up from his chair when he saw a police patrol car pull up to the curb right in front of Evangeline’s shop. “What the fuck is this?”

Evangeline mirrored his actions, standing up and carefully draping the pants she’d been working on back over the hanger she’d took them off before she had company. The tailoring job for them was a quick one, or at least it would be once her brothers left and she could actually do her job. She ran her hands over the fabric of her own pants, smoothing them out before looking out the window to see whatever it was that had elicited that reaction from Angel.

She laughed when she saw the cop car parked out front. “Oh, good. Maybe someone will finally be able to make you leave. You think if I ask real nice they’ll give me a couple pairs of cuffs specifically for you two?”

EZ was smiling and shaking his head at his sister, but then when he saw that Franky was the officer getting out of the car, both he and Angel became way more amused than they were annoyed at the cops being there. “Oh,” EZ said with a nod, “yeah I’m pretty sure he’ll give you whatever you want.”

Angel was on the brink of cackling as he nudged his sister’s shoulder. “He’ll give you a pair of cuffs as long as you promise to use them on him just once.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t stand either of you sometimes. I hope he knocks your bikes over,” Evangeline muttered with a tiny smile as she moved away from her little brother and went back behind the desk where the cash register was.

There were only a couple seconds between Franky shutting the door to the patrol car and him walking into the small boutique that Evangeline owned, but it was long enough. Angel was sitting back down again, this time just in a different chair that was towards the front of the store. He was leaning back, practically sinking into the soft cushions of it. His legs were spread farther apart than necessary, one hand on one knee, his other on the arm of the chair that he was sitting in. Meanwhile EZ was standing behind his brother’s seat, hands holding onto the edges of his kutte—his default these days.

Evangeline was looking at both of them with a mildly amused look on her face. It looked like they were pulled right out of a movie or a cartoon—stereotypical goons trying to look tough and not quite hitting the mark but they didn’t realize it yet. Her attention shifted off them when the soft chimes above her door signaled Franky’s entry.

He stepped inside, immediately looking around and greeting her with a casual, “Hey, Evangeline,” as he did. He looked at Angel and EZ, seeing the image they were trying to put off and also not being overly convinced by it. When it was just the two of them separate from the rest of the club, they weren’t nearly as intimidating. It was hard to be scared of the same boys he went to school with. He’d known them long enough to know that whatever macho act they were putting on, really was just an act. They had the same look in their eyes that they did back then when they were about to cause trouble after school.

It didn’t take long at all for his gaze to land on Evangeline, the real and only reason he’d even pulled up to the shop at all. She was standing behind the counter, leaning forward onto it so that her elbows were propped onto the wood and her chin rested on top of her interlocked fingers. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, a convenience style when she was using the sewing machine, but there was one unruly lock that had managed to escape and it was hanging just enough to the side so that her face wasn’t obscured at all. She smiled at him, head tilting slightly as it rested in her hands.

He'd known Angel and EZ for most of his life, and it made it hard to find them intimidating these days. In the same vein, he’d known Evangeline for almost his whole life too. Only instead of that fact making her less intimidating, it almost made her more intimidating—it was a different kind of intimidating than her brothers were aiming for, but still. Sure, it’d been so long since high school, and they were all such different people now in a lot of ways, but sometimes when she was looking at him like that Franky still felt like he was the dorky kid in class who was a little in love with his friend’s older sister. They were older now and he was much less dramatic than the teenage version of him had been. In love was an overstatement these days of course. Not that the semantics of it all really mattered in moments like the one he was in.

“Something I can do for you, Officer Rogan?” she finally asked, proving one more time over that she was the only Reyes sibling who could address him as such without using any sarcasm.

He turned so that he was completely facing her, purposely ignoring the looks he was getting from her two younger brothers. He shook his head as he walked over to her, standing on the opposite side fo the counter from her. “No. Just making the rounds and thought I’d stop by.”

She hummed in amusement as she stood upright again. “Got it. Thought your ears might’ve been burning somewhere out there.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You talkin’ about me?”

She laughed and shrugged. “Was talking about getting someone to throw these two,” she nodded towards her brothers, “out of my shop. And then you rolled up.”

“Yeah,” Angel chimed in from where he was still sitting, “like an answer to all your prayers, right?”

Evangeline shot her brother a look. “An answer to one of them, at least.”

Franky turned and looked at Angel and EZ. “You know it’s bad when even your own sister is waiting for you two to get picked up.”

Angel stood up out of his chair. In two easy strides he put himself right in front of Franky. There was just enough of a height difference for Franky to have to tilt his head to look Angel directly in the eyes. It was something that would never stop amusing Angel in any close encounters the two of them had.

“I bet you’d be real happy to do that for her, huh, Officer?” he goaded.

Evangeline was standing, arms crossed over her chest as she shook her head at the two of them. EZ was watching her just as intently as he was watching his brother and Franky. The scene was amusing from every angle for different reasons. And, as much as he would’ve loved to see how far Angel was going to take things, he liked his sister too much to let it happen in the middle of her shop. It was one thing when they were at the clubhouse, or Vicky’s. But not here.

“C’mon, Angel,” EZ inserted himself into the conversation, “let’s go. Pop still needs help with the compressor anyway.”

Evangeline cut a small sigh of relief, flashing EZ the quickest of smiles to thank him. “Yeah,” she agreed, “go make yourselves useful somewhere. Por favor. I’m begging.”

She was half expecting Franky and Angel to crash shoulders as the two Reyes boys made their way to the door, but they didn’t. Franky did manage to get the last word in with them, though. Rebutting Angel’s, “Stay safe, Officer,” with an easy, “I’m sure I’ll see you two soon. With the lights and sirens on.”

The door chimed again to signal the two of them leaving. Through the glass windows that made up the storefront, she and Franky were able to watch as the two of them made their way next door to their father’s shop. They were both shaking their heads at the pair of brothers, but for very different reasons.

“Nice to see you boys all getting along still,” Evangeline joked once they were out of sight.

Franky laughed as he put his attention back on her again. “Saying that like I’m the one who started any of that.”

She shook her head as she made her way around so that they were both on the same side of the counter. She leaned back against it, crossing her arms once more out of habit. “That’s not what I said.”

He watched as she crossed one leg over the other, the bright silky fabric of her pants distracting for only a moment before his gaze traveled back up to her face. He saw her knowing smirk and he cleared his throat, hands resting on his belt as he looked down at the floor for a second before getting himself together again.

“They give all the cops that hard of a time? Or just me?”

She laughed. “No one has an easy time with those two…” she trailed off for a moment before continuing, “but yeah you get it a little worse.” She saw the incredulous look on his face and she couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t something endearing about it. “C’mon, Franky. I know you were all friends in school but, you know, they grew up and became members of a motorcycle club. And you grew up and became a narc.”

He laughed, placing one hand on his chest. “Ouch, damn.”

She shook her head as she laughed right along with him. “Their words, not mine.”

They shared another quiet laugh about it before the conversation hit a pause. The only noise in the shop was the music playing from the speakers scattered around, a playlist the Evangeline changed from day to day depending on the mood she was in. Franky looked down at the floor, then around the shop, and then back at the woman standing next to him. He didn’t know for sure but he was fairly certain that she’d been watching him the entire time.

“Talk to me, Rookie,” she said, gently nudging his shoulder with her own. “What’s going on?”

That got him to chuckle. “Evangeline, I told you, I haven’t been a rookie in—”

“Franky, I told you, it’s not gonna make me stop calling you that.” She smiled. “I remember when you were slugging your way through the academy, before they got stupid enough to give you a gun,” she joked. “You’re always gonna be a rookie to me.”

“Almost as hurtful as your brothers callin’ me a narc.” There was a brief pause and he cleared his throat. “I really was just checking in. I think they told me that something about this job has to do with protecting and serving or some shit like that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I heard the rumors.” Reaching back, she took her hair out of the loose, messy ponytail that she’d thrown it into earlier in the day. She continued to speak as the long, loose waves of hair fell down around her shoulders. “I appreciate you checking in. I’m alright, though. All quiet on the strip.”

“’Til your brothers get here.”

She cracked a smile. “Yeah, ‘til my brothers get here.”

He stepped away from the counter and reached into his pocket for his keys. “I’ll let you get back to work then. Don’t wanna be another distraction.”

Her smile was warm as she shook her head at him. “Very considerate of you.”

He stepped backwards towards the door. “Call if you need anything.”

“911 still a good number to reach you at?”

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s the one.��

She was laughing, mostly to herself, as he turned and let himself back out of the shop. She watched as he went back to his patrol car, noticing how he shook his head at her brother’s bikes on the way. There was a split second when she thought she was going to get exactly what she’d asked for earlier, that he was going to knock them over. But of course he didn’t, not looking to kick up that kind of trouble.

By the time that EZ and Angel came back over to her shop, Evangeline had not only finished altering the pants that she’d been working on earlier when they’d stopped in, but also taken care of another pair in between customers filtering in and out. She considered it a successful day, and the shop wasn’t even closed yet. Judging by the looks on Angel and EZ’s faces, she wasn’t sure if they’d had the same amount of success she did.

“Compressor got you beat?” she asked.

Angel scoffed. “Fuck no. We fixed that shit.”

She looked over at EZ. “Did you really?”

He flashed a grin. “Limping it along until the new one comes in.”

Angel’s head dropped back and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Dude, what the fuck?” He ignored the way that they were both laughing as he focused on his sister again. “So, what’d Rent-A-Cop want, anyway? Y’know, besides your hand in marriage.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “He was just checking in.”

Angel scoffed. “Yeah, gotta make sure his precious Evangeline is all good over here.”

She tilted her head. “Why are you saying my name like that?”

Angel gestured to the curb even though Franky’s car was long gone. “That’s how he fuckin’ says it! Swear to God, ‘mana, I haven’t heard that guy refer to you as Eva since he was like, twelve.”

Evangeline laughed. “How dare he call me by my actual name.”

“You know what I mean,” he shot right back, attempting to sound more annoyed than he really was.

She tried to divert the conversation rather than going deeper down whatever rabbit-hole Angel was trying to drag them down. “Why are you guys still here, anyway? Don’t you have motorcycle business to attend to? Parties to throw, windows to smash, all that fun stuff.”

“Party’s tomorrow,” Angel replied with a shrug. “You should come through.” He nodded towards EZ. “Prospect is playing barback.”

Evangeline laughed and nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

The two of them hugged her, taking her gentle cue to get going. Angel pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Just don’t bring the narc as your plus-one.”

She laughed as she pushed him towards the door, but chose not to acknowledge his last comments. “Be careful out there.” She waited until the door to chime shut behind them before she muttered a quiet, “Pendejos,” to herself and got back to work.

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[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Inverse Tag

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

Rules: Write who you think your character’s opposite would be!

I've chosen a few characters from my WIPs Song of Thorns, Enchanted Illusions, Of Starlight and Beasts, and Supernova Initiative for this one because why not lmao. I tried to really lean into the "polar opposite of the regular character" aspect of this tag game!

(Song of Thorns)

Roselyn Lethia - Would be a selfish loner with no desire for adventure and a love for the status quo

Renn Atrius - His polar opposite self would be a human knight from the royal guard with an adoration of the nobility and a disdain for vampiric fey

Cyriel Staryn - Would be a bounty hunter who specializes in hunting thieves and who strives to upkeep the law

Orianna Whisperleaf - Would be a worldly girl from the capital who is terrified of nature and doesn't care about animals

Prince Alaric - I imagine his "mirror universe" self would be a stereotypical prince who loves masquerades, hunting trips, and mostly basks on his family's sway and power, instead of trying to stop them

Tarrant - His opposite self would be a powerful, sly, silver-tongued mob boss with an obsession with being perceived as sexy or attractive, and who has a tendency to be manipulative

(Enchanted Illusions)

Augustus Grimmure - His mirror self would be a mild-mannered pacifist who is terrified of death and all things morbid, and probably a sorcerer in the Order of Light.

Harriet Sharppe - Would be a brash extrovert with a tendency to get into fights extremely easily and a notable lack of patience

Evangeline Daemitya - Would be a stereotypical "rich girl" obsessed with being the latest trendsetter and always being perceived as popular by her peers.

Sam Delaways - Would be a rich businessman with a risk-taking streak who doesn't care about saving money and only cares about being the best

Cailean Telkerly - Would be someone who never runs from his problems and likes to face conflict head-on, while being aloof and not really charming

Clarence Van Sterling - His alternate self would be an all-powerful vampiric lord, of a very posh and arrogant sort, who considers humans as lowly peasants.

(Of Starlight and Beasts)

Corah Stormryder - Would be someone with no ambition, with a tendency to settle for "the way things are" and a strong sense of self-worth

Arammys Lochllain - Would be a clairvoyant mage with a strong grasp of the past and the future, who remembers his entire life and that of others and does not fear his magic.

Eidan Delythen - A popular folk hero with a pristine reputation who isn't afraid of his past and is proud of his family name

Masen Mavven - Would be a trustworthy young man who despises breaking rules and is a thoroughly law-abiding citizen

Kyran Mavven - Would be a sorcerer who despises sciences and alchemy, considering them inferior to magic, and who does not care about his reputation

Scarlet - His opposite self would be a dutiful knight who trusts people too much and who devotes himself to serving the kingdom, even through dangerous situations.

(Supernova Initiative)

Jack Tithus - His opposite self would be a Junction military officer who thoroughly believes in the system and is a hopeless optimist who always sees the best in everyone around him

Cassiopeia Tithus - Her opposite self would be a lazy student with little passion for experimentation and who is terrified of robots of any kind.

Aleks Keldora - A self-confident bounty hunter who is unapologetically himself at all times and is also a truly amazing fighter pilot

Ethean Mirannir - His complete opposite would be a reckless intergalactic thief with little regard for the needs of others and who doesn't really care about the upkeep of his family name

Vesper Foxx - A kind-hearted pacifist who truly believes in a "forgive and forget" philosophy and considers revenge a useless endeavor

Artemis Zreeth - A bubbly and preppy kid with a penchant for colorful clothes who adores going to parties and makes friends extremely easy

Pax Stellaryn - An arrogant fighter pilot who is overconfident in his abilities and oftentimes overestimates his own chances of winning a battle

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[a-manda-lorian]

Ok more EvaJacks!

In the Hollow, when he was tending to her wounds after the mirror curse caused Evangeline to be whipped alongside Apollo, Jacks straight up tells Evangeline that if he found another man trying to undress her he’d off the guy 😅 he did not mince words.

And then later on, when Apollo finds her in her room at Chaos’, he starts trying to undress her and Jacks loses it when he finds them 😅 Evangeline stopped him from doing anything because it would obviously hurt her too, but Jacks promises that he’ll off Apollo one day! And then purposefully holds Evangeline as close as he can after Apollo tells him to take his hands off her 😂

He CANNOT help himself!

Jacks, my boy, you have our full support to go feral on Apollo and make him absolutely miserable for all he’s done to your little Fox 💕 We will all squeal with joy!

#evajacks #jacks x evangeline #jacks #jacks prince of hearts #evangeline fox #ballad of never after #the ballad of never after #ouabh #tbona #a curse for true love #acftl #acftl theories #apollo acadian

[onceuponaneverafter]

OUABH/Caraval social media AU headcanons

because i think too much about this and you all wanted to hear about these!! 💗

jacks has two accounts on instagram: one professional ”the official prince of hearts” type of account and one private account.

he rarely posts anything on his private account. when he does, it’s usually semi-blurry pictures where you can’t really tell what’s going on. also, the captions are usually inside jokes that only like two people besides him understand.

apollo followed him originally because they were kind of friends when he was known as lord jacks in the north. apollo never unfollowed him.

tella is tiktok famous. she likes to do little vlogs that usually end up being semi-chaotic.

she also picks up internet slang real fast and leaves everyone (read: scarlett) confused.

scarlett comments something supportive under every single one of tella’s posts. tella returns the favor but with far more exclamation marks and emojis than needed.

evangeline has a pretty, aesthetic account on instagram where she likes to share small beautiful things and moments from her daily life. occasionally, she shares a little story in the captions.

jacks replies to dms VERY inconsistently but he sends evangeline posts that remind him of her.

apollo also has two accounts: a professional one (which is called like @/real_king_apollo or something along those lines lmao) and a personal one. someone else manages the professional account (remember him posing for a portrait? imagine that but it’s a photoshoot for this account), and he probably posts mirror selfies on his private account.

he also lives in evangeline’s comment section. for real.

evangeline ignores him. jacks doesn’t, but he always comes up with the most funny comments ever.

this isn’t even nearly all i’ve got, more of both headcanons and fake social media posts for the characters will be coming in the near future 💗

#ouabh #once upon a broken heart #tbona #the ballad of never after #acftl #a curse for true love #evajacks #jacks x evangeline #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #ouabh social media au

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Backrooms ID Pack

Names

Adam, Adym, Aguana, Aiden, Aiko, Alex, Alexia, Altair, Ambrosia, Amori, Andrew, Ant, Argos, Aries, Ashley, Aster, Avelon, Bartholomew, Belphegor, Berry, Bill, Blake, Blue, Bonx, Bram, Brock, Callum, Caspian, Castello, Chara, Cindy, Clement, Clementine, Colias, Corey, Corri, Crane, Creg, Crimson, Cyllene, Cypress, Daisy, Daze, Destiny, Doll, Dream, Dull, Dunk, Eden, Emily, Emme, Evangeline, Ezra, Ferren, Flannery, Frankie, Freeman, Fume, Gani, George, Gerald, Grey, Hen, Icarus, Jack, Janus, Jax, Jerry, Jess, Johnny, Kaii, Kain, Kami, Kane, Kat, Kimiko, King, Kitty, Koko, Kya, Leeon, Leo, Lilac, Limi, Llio, Lotka, Lucid, Malachi, March, Maria, Mason, Moley, Montie, Nightmare, Noir, Olive, Olivia, Ollie, Paisley, Pedro, Philia, Porter, Quinoa, Rae, Rasputin, Richard, River, Rook, Rosette, Rue, Ryan, Samantha, Sato, Saturn, Sienna, Sol, Terry, Theodore, Tom, Trance, Val, Vanta, Vee, Vesper, Vice, Violet, Will, Xavier, Xoa, Zero

Pronouns

!/!s, 0/0s, 1/1s, 2/2s, 3/3s, 4/4s, 5/5s, 6/6s, 7/7s, 8/8s, 9/9s, :(/:(s, :)/:)s, =(/=(s, =)/=)s, ?/?s, _/_s, almond/almonds, alone/alones, alpha/alphas, back/backs, bee/bees, bird/birds, black/blacks, blood/bloods, blue/blues, bone/bones, book/books, box/boxes, bug/bugs, buzz/buzzes, camp/camps, cave/caves, chalk/chalks, city/cities, clean/cleans, crimson/crimsons, crop/crops, danger/dangers, dark/darks, data/datas, dead/deads, decay/decays, desert/deserts, dirt/dirts, doll/dolls, door/doors, dream/dreams, echo/echos, end/ends, error/errors, eye/eyes, fate/fates, field/fields, fog/fogs, forest/forests, garden/gardens, glitch/glitchs, glow/glows, gold/golds, grime/grimes, hall/halls, haunt/haunts, hill/hills, hive/hives, home/homes, hot/hotel/hotels, house/houses, hub/hubs, ice/ices, icy/icys, jungle/jungles, lake/lakes, laser/lasers, level/levels, light/lights, love/loves, lucid/lucids, mall/malls, maze/mazes, mem/memory/memories, mirror/mirrors, moon/moons, moth/moths, mouth/mouths, musk/musks, neon/neons, noir/noirs, play/plays, pool/pools, rain/rains, rainbow/rainbows, red/reds, road/roads, room/rooms, rot/rots, run/runs, sand/sands, sea/seas, sewer/sewers, silent/silents, snack/snacks, space/spaces, sparkle/sparkles, spring/springs, tha/thalasso/thalassos, time/times, violet/violets, void/voids, wall/walls, warning/warnings, water/waters, wave/waves, well/wells, wheat/wheats, white/whites, yellow/yellows, •/•s, ∅/∅s, ⌛️/⌛️s, ☁️/☁️s, ⚠️/⚠️s, ⚰️/⚰️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, ⛓️‍💥/⛓️‍💥s, ✂️/✂️s, 🌀/🌀s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌓/🌓s, 🌗/🌗s, 🌪️/🌪️s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍄/🍄s, 🍄‍🟫/🍄‍🟫s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎟️/🎟️s, 🎤/🎤s, 🎥/🎥s, 🎪/🎪s, 🎭/🎭s, 🐁/🐁s, 🐇/🐇s, 🐌/🐌s, 🐛/🐛s, 🐜/🐜s, 🐥/🐥s, 👁️/👁️s, 📞/📞s, 📠/📠s, 📹/📹s, 📺/📺s, 📻/📻s, 📽️/📽️s, 🔑/🔑s, 🔗/🔗s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕊️/🕊️s, 🕯️/🕯️s, 🕰️/🕰️s, 🕳️/🕳️s, 🕷️/🕷️s, 🗝️/🗝️s, 🗺️/🗺️s, 😶‍🌫️/😶‍🌫️s, 🚪/🚪s, 🛎️/🛎️s, 🛠️/🛠️s, 🥀/🥀s, 🥣/🥣s, 🥩/🥩s, 🦂/🦂s, 🦜/🦜s, 🦟/🦟s, 🦠/🦠s, 🦴/🦴s, 🦷/🦷s, 🧠/🧠s, 🧫/🧫s, 🩸/🩸s, 🩹/🩹s, 🩻/🩻s, 🪐/🪐s, 🪜/🪜s, 🪞/🪞s, 🪟/🪟s, 🪦/🪦s, 🪰/🪰s, 🪱/🪱s, 🪳/🪳s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪹/🪹s, 🫀/🫀s, 🫁/🫁s, 🫗/🫗s, 🫥/🫥s

Titles

A Corrupted File, An Unapproachable (Beast/Entity/Unknown/Any Animal), Entity [number], Lucky (Beast/Entity/Any Animal), The (Bride/Husband/Spouse), The (Entity/Beast/Creature/Thing/God) of Level [number], The (King/Queen/Royal), The (Smiling/Frowning) One, The (Spokeslady/Spokesman/Spokesperson), The (Un)Lucky One, The Artist, The Behemoth, The Bellhopper, The Bone Thief, The Bronze Builder, The Catmaster, The Coder, The Comedian, The Concierge, The Crawlspace (Entity/Beast/Creature), The Endless Walls, The Entity, The Entity Which Doesn’t Exist, The Explorer, The First Entity, The Friend, The Game Master, The Headless (Hunter/Huntress/Entity/Beast/Creature), The Hermit, The Historian, The Homerunner, The Housekeeper, The Liminal Space, The Mail Carrier, The Maker, The Maze of Lost Ones, The Memory (Any Animal), The Memory Manager, The Mucked Smell, The Musician, The Neighborhood Watcher, The Numbed (Entity/Beast/Man/Woman/Person/Creature), The One Adorned In (Red/White/Black/Beige), The One Which Light Flicker For, The One Who Buzzes, The One Who Is Hiding in Level [number], The One Who Looks Too Familiar, The One Who Opened The Back Door to Reality, The One With No Data, The Party Host, The Puppeteer, The Scarecrow, The Scavenger, The Singer, The Smiling One, The Wanderer, [prn] That Lives Behind Reality, [prn] Who (Makes/Ruins) The Party, [prn] Who Can Not Be Explained, [prn] Who Endlessly Falls, [prn] Who Is Sick, [prn] Who Makes and Plays The Games, [prn] Who Resigns in Level [number], [prn] Who Wanders The Endless Levels

Genders

0beckəl, 1beckəl, 3beckəl, 4beckəl, 5beckəl, 6beckəl, 7beckəl, 8beckəl, 92levelic, 974kitic, 9beckəl, Backaneic, Backroomgender, Backroomic, Backroomsaesic, Backroomscattic, Backroomsdollic, Backroomsfluid, Backroomsflux, Backroomspinnic, Buzinbackroomic, Catbackroomic, Cliproomic, Deathmothgender, Eeriroomic, Endlessswimic, Entiromaric, Entity555gender, Entity666gender.exe, Entity99ic, Erokoric, Escapethebackroomsgameic, Flowliminpinkic, Hotelliminix, Kenolimighost, Lepidoipresence, Level!ix, Level0liminix, Level1liminix, Level336dia, Level370ix, Level389ic, Level7ix, Liminaldollic, Liminalmazeic, Liminalmushrooms, Liminalpoweric, Liminalsnowic, Liminalspacestalgic, Liminaquarpetic, Liminaquic, Limingender, Liminix, Liminlovecoric, Natatoliraifortic, Nostbackplushic, Panbackroomic, Parkgaraliminix, Partygoerscharic, Partykenous, Rubicunipresence, Sh4dygr3yl3v3l1c, Smilergender, Snowliminalic, Storeliminix, Unfatholiminal, Zeroaromic

Other mogai

Alderbackroentity, Alderitch, Alderliminal, Alderwhitevoid, Assigned Creature at Birth/ACreAB, Assigned Freak at Birth/AFrAB, Assigned Monster at Birth/AMonAB, Assigned Uncanny at Birth/AUnAB, Backroomsvesil, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Eldritch Omninoun, Eldritchvesil, Error Omninoun, Flesheatseaseque, Grey Omninoun, Hiliblayedernic, Kenovesi, Kittyhousehearthic, Mimicryvior, Nonhuvesil, Null Omninoun, Poolroomperspesque, Shard Omninoun, Sublimityhearthic, Terrorhotelhearthic, Thing Omninoun, Vesiliminal, ∅ Omninoun

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[anarkysm]

All of My Heroes Die All Alone - Part I: Easy they Come

Jason Todd x oc fanfic.

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Evangeline didn’t know why seeing Floyd this way had not become the normality in her mind. She thought by this point, now that he had reached the six month mark of being admitted into Elliot Memorial’s hospice ward, that she would have become desensitised to the sight of him. The myriad of tubing that protruded from every orifice, the hollow of his throat, his nostrils, the catheter, the colostomy bag, and the various IV lines that all form a cocoon around him like a fly in a spider’s web, waiting for the inevitable predator to slink it’s way down, long needle like fangs piercing flesh. It would be a quicker death than this, the sharp sting, the rush of venom, the paralysis, then… nothing.

How quiet that would be.

Instead the whirring of machines must be getting to his head. If he could still talk he would tell her as such. He would tell her to leave him be. But, there is a selfish part of her soul that wants to keep him around, that wants his advice as long as she can receive it. That wants to keep him as comfortable as she can before the inevitable happens. She’s selfish like that. She hates that she is, but when one good thing stays in your life as long as Floyd Lawton stayed in hers, those claws would stay buried in that flesh forever.

She eats the worst beef and butter sandwich of her life as she occupies the seat next to him. She stays like this throughout visiting hours, only getting up and leaving the room when the nurses clean him, changing his sheets, scrubbing his thinning skin that shows the intricate webbing of muscles, tendons, veins and arteries underneath. She can’t bear to look at him when they do it. His limbs, once thick and ropey with muscle and scars, were now wiry and fragile. She wondered if he would hate his reflection in the mirror, she wondered if it were the other way around that he would have left her body to give up on itself even if it were painful, so it would be quick. So he could mourn and his life would go on. She knew his would. She didn’t know if she was capable of the same.

Her phone rung with an alarm she had set to remind her that the visiting hours were done. She packed her things, a cheesy romance book that merely sat dormant on the arm rest of her chair, and a newspaper. She bid her goodbye to Floyd with a kiss to his temple, and headed out. The nurses were always lovely, there was a tiredness to their kindness that reminded her of him. The nights when he would come back after weeks of being away, but if she asked him a question, he would answer. If she wanted to tell him how the week had gone, he would let her. There would be a darkness to his skin, a sunken feeling in his eyes, but he would be there.

When she exited the building the chill of November nipped at the exposed skin of her neck and she shivered. She hunkered herself down further into her jacket and trekked through the car park until she was sitting astride her bike. The vibration of her phone in her pocket jolted her out of her thoughts and she dug her hand into her coat to fish it out. She recognised the number immediately and brought it to her ear.

”Hospital.” She greeted, knowing she was talking to a man who preferred to be blunt. “Five minutes to home.”

The voice was impatient. “Wherever else would you be?” Came the reply. The tone was edged, the sarcasm dripping with venom. “Meet me in the Canary Club. Got a job.”

Wonderful. She hung up, buried her phone back in her pocket and shoved the helmet over her head.

~

The Canary Club was home to most of Gotham’s populace on a Friday night, the place crawling with people and vibrating with music. It was humid and sticky and everywhere you looked the lights were flickering and there were girls dancing. It was the kind of place Slade liked to meet in. He liked the noise, it drowned out conversations, and he liked having something or someone to look at while he talked business. He wasn’t an easy man to figure out, but Evangeline liked to think she had a good grasp on why he was as picky as he seemed. The two had had this arrangement for some time, since before Floyd got sick. Floyd didn’t know, of course, it was one of the many secrets she kept from him.

Slade was in his usual booth upstairs, red pleather couches that overlooked the entire dance floor below. He ‘liked to see things coming,’ but Evangeline knew it was more than that, it was a sense of control he liked to keep over the room, even in his old age. And Slade had gotten older, being in his late 60s had thickened his skin but made his insides more fragile. He was tenser and more brutal, he needed opponents to stay down, there was less of a chance he would beat his way out of a fight with someone younger than him now, but that didn’t mean just anyone would pick a fight with Deathstroke. Certainly not Evangeline. She could see his white hair as she ascended the steps, and she followed it like a beacon as it caught the multitude of lights that cascaded over the room. She greeted him as she sat down, “here, again?”

Slade’s lip quirked up. His Deathstroke mask seemed to hide his nerve damaged mouth well. He’d gotten into a fight with the Batman, maskless, a batarang had sliced through his upper lip and chin leaving the area paralysed on one side. Though it didn’t make him any less menacing. “Why not? Gives us both something to look at.” He adjusted the glasses on his face. “How is Lawton?”

Evangeline straightened her back. “Alive.”

Slade made a noise, something tip-toeing between a snort and a grunt. “Not living,” he mused, fingers playing with the edge of the table. He had a folder resting neatly in front of him. “Middle Eastern prison. Libya. Rich man wants his ward returned here alive.”

Evangeline sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Prison break? Isn’t that more of a mercenary’s job?” She asked. She’d never been tasked with a prison break before, though if it were one here in Gotham she would be oozing confidence, criminals seemed to just walk out of Arkham as easily as breathe. “How much is he paying for this ‘ward’?”

”Sixty Million.”

The world spun, and Evangeline dug her nails into the meat of her thighs to keep her mind focused. That was a lot of money. It was enough that she could… “Why didn’t you take it?” She asked. If it was simple enough that Slade thought she would be able to handle it on her own, then there was something else underlying that he wasn’t disclosing to her. Sixty million was nothing to Slade, he would have the kid back in a week if the rich asshole doubled it. “Seems right up your alley.”

Slade paused a moment, pursing the side of his mouth that still worked. “I’ve not been allowed in Libya for thirty years,” he explained, gently coaxing the folder across the table towards her. “Take it. Mull it over. I’ll give you three hours. You have my number, send me a message.”

~

The ride back to Floyd’s appointment was a quiet one, but not long. She had two hours and 32 minutes to think about Slade’s offer. Her mind kept wandering back to the reward. How much could this ward be worth? She had doubts it was Bruce Wayne, that pompous asshole hadn’t adopted a new kid in years and the media kept tabs on all of them. The computer whizz, the acrobat turned cop that moved to Bludhaven, the only one you didn’t hear about anymore was the one that died not too long after he showed up in the tabloids. Apparently, something to do with an accident while they were on a holiday somewhere overseas, but no one knew the details. Poor kid. She doubted Bruce would let one of his own leave the country after a devastating loss like that again.

There were rich people in Gotham, but none of them were that rich. She had half a mind to see if there were any missing persons reports that had sprung up within the last week or so, but there were people disappearing every five hours. Some got on trains and never made it home, others just packed up and left without another word. Evangeline wished she could do that, leave the world behind.

She sent Slade a message confirming her involvement and showered whilst waiting for a response. Once she was dried and dressed a message arrived, a date and time to board a plane to Egypt, and who to contact once she reached Cairo. She set her phone on the nightstand to charge, and went about trying to sleep.

~

Hey Floyd,

I thought I would leave this for the nurses to read out to you because I don’t know if I could tell you this in person but I’m going away for a couple weeks. Nothing serious, just took a job to get some money and it’s sending me overseas for an assignment. I’ll text you when I touchdown. Don’t get any worse until I’m home, yeah?

Angie.

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“This really feels like a lot of work to go out to lunch.” Evangeline huffed as she watched you pull your hair into a ponytail, slipping on a baseball cap, your eyes shaded from view. You adjusted your outfit in the mirror, a simple white t-shirt and jeans you had found at a vintage store in Amsterdam a couple of years ago. “We're in Cannes, I don't think this outfit is going to have the effect you're going for. Vous allez avoir l'air pauvre" (you're going to look poor). You rolled your eyes at your sister. She bared the title of princess just as you did, but had decided at a young age that she wasn't going to let it define her, a luxury she had because she was fifth in line for the throne and was almost guaranteed her freedom.

"I'm not trying to blend in, I'm just tired of the tweed suits mother makes us wear when we're at home. Haven't you ever wanted to just wear jeans and trainers?" You looked at Evie, her outfit a stark contrast to yours, a shift dress complete with stockings even though it was well over 29 degrees celsius outside. She only wore those outfits to anger your mother, who wasn't blind to Evie's rebellion, knowing it drove her crazy that she followed the royal dress code, but no other traditions.

"It's bad enough that we have to stay in this hotel, and now I'm going to have to watch you go through a quarter life crisis. Ce n'est pas l'été que j'avais prévu" (This is not the summer I had planned). She huffed, slumping in the large leather chair she was sitting in.

"Stop with the dramatics. We'll be back at the villa tomorrow."

"Tell me why we had to stay here again?" You swallowed, turning your attention back to the mirror as you adjusted your hat once again. "Seulement vous vous plaigneriez de séjourner dans un hôtel cinq étoiles" (only you would complain about staying in a five star hotel). You told Evangeline you were staying at the Mondrian Cannes hotel so you could be close to the beach but truthfully you were avoiding your fiance, Mathias, who was staying at the your family's villa for the summer. He was set to leave tomorrow, giving you the perfect opportunity to arrive just as he was departing, and you could blame it on conflicting schedules. "Let's go, we're going to miss our reservation."

The hotel lobby was buzzing with people arriving for the Cannes film festival, celebrities and common folk alike checking in. You slipped your hand into your purse, frantically searching for your phone before you realized you must have left it in the hotel room. "Je dois retourner à la chambre" (I have to go back to the room), you called out to your sister who didn't hear you as she walked out of the grand double doors to the outside.

You turned on your heels quickly, immediately slamming into a solid chest. You had to look up to meet the eyes of the man you had just collided with, as he was at least a head taller than you. "Excusez-moi, madame". You couldn't help but chuckle at his terrible french, overpowered by a midwestern accent you had heard a couple of times during your travels to the US. "Sorry, I'm not really good at french, I only took a couple of classes in high school, and never really paid attention." You were mesmerized by his brilliant smile, the perfect compliment to his handsome face, his hair buzzcut, and his beard just extending beyond his jaw line.

"Its mademoiselle. If they're married you can use madame, but anyone else you're going to insult if you use it wrong." You returned his smile with a grin of your own.

"I'll try to remember that. I'm Travis." He extended out a hand, retracting it immediately when he realized you weren't going to return it. "Sorry, I forgot where I was for a second."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You narrowed your eyes at him, watching him squirm. You were very used to American customs and were just toying with him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just-"

"I'm joking with you. My name is Y/N."

"Very nice to meet you." You could feel his gaze run up and down your body, taking in your shape. It was a shame you were wearing this outfit, he thought to himself, because he could tell there was something more enticing underneath the plain clothing.

"Have a good day." You had spent too much time out in the open, you were surprised paparazzi hadn't swarmed the lobby at this point, waiting to catch you doing something scandalous. Standing next to a handsome American wasn't going to help the infidelity rumors you had been fighting with Mathias.

"Wait, can I get your number?" Travis stopped you with a hand on your arm. His touch felt weirdly comfortable, something you didn't expect from a stranger.

"Travis, you are in France, we don't give out our numbers here." You pulled the brim of your hat further down your face as you entered the elevator, Travis' eyes on you the entire time. He had just met his next fling, and you had just met the man who would change your life forever.

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