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October 7 - October 10, 2025
For anyone who’s ever hoped for a second chance
“Your memories were stolen by someone who’s been trying to tear us apart.” Something flickered in Apollo’s brown eyes, although if it was anger or pain, she couldn’t tell.
Her head hurt and her chest felt hollowed out, as if she’d lost more than just her memories. For a second the agony was so deep and so brutal, she clutched her heart, half expecting to find a jagged hole. But there was no wound. Her heart was still there; she could feel it beating. Yet for a devastating moment, Evangeline imagined that it shouldn’t have been, that her heart was supposed to be as broken as she felt. Then it hit her, not a feeling but a thought—a sharp, fragmented one. She had something important to tell someone.
BRO
Evangeline couldn’t remember what it was, but she felt as if her entire world depended on this one thing she needed to share.
IT DOES
“Lord Jacks is the man who killed me. Then he stole the memories of my bride, Evangeline. I will not rest until Jacks is found and he pays for his crimes with his life!”
NO BRO BE SO FR
Evangeline a second of pause, a flutter of a feeling that said Apollo was too good to be true. That all of this was.
Her heart still hurt, as if it had been broken and only jagged bits remained.
He would carry her through more than just freezing waters. He would pull her through fire if he had to, haul her from the clutches of war, from falling cities and breaking worlds … The thought made something unclench inside her and, for a second, Evangeline felt safe. More than safe, actually. But she didn’t quite have words for the exact feeling. She only knew it wasn’t something she’d experienced before—this deep level of protectiveness.
“Get her pregnant with an heir,”
WHAT
But he didn’t want to force her into staying this way.
Bare minimum
A small but firm voice in her head said, This isn’t perfect, this isn’t right.
CAUSE ITS NOT
“The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: The True and Unabridged History of Evangeline Fox and the Prince of Hearts.”
IM CRASHING OUT
But it was also curious that the first title mentioned the Prince of Hearts.
NO DUH
“I know that story,” Evangeline said. “It’s my favorite…” Or it always had been. As she said the words now, they didn’t feel quite so true.
She fought to remember why memories from her favorite fairytale would trigger so much misery. But all she found was … nothing … nothing … nothing … The harder she tried to remember, the more her heart ached.
This pain felt raw, angry—like a scream living inside her that threatened to rip her in half if it wasn’t let out.
Once again, she remembered that there was something she needed to tell someone, only now the thought of it was even more painful than before.
She knew Apollo had warned that regaining her memories would only hurt her, but some things were worth hurting for, and Evangeline believed this was one of those things. She needed to remember.
And Evangeline always felt a little happier wearing pretty things.
so valid tbh
“My name is Havelock, Your Highness.”
So, no, I don’t know how much of a threat Lord Jacks is, but I’m starting to see you as one.”
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He held her so tightly it hurt, but this pain she didn’t mind. She’d let him crush her, let him break her, just as long as he never let her go. This was what she wanted, and she refused to believe that he didn’t want it, too.
11 Jacks
HIS POV YESSSS
Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.
Jacks just needed to make sure she was still alive. That she wasn’t bleeding. In danger. Unhappy. Cold. She was safe in her bed. She’d be even safer when he left her. But he was too selfish to leave just yet. He leaned against the bedpost and watched as she slept. He’d never understood why someone would watch another person sleep … until her.
From that first day in his church, Jacks had wanted to watch her. He wanted to know what her voice sounded like, what her skin felt like. He’d followed her, listened to her prayer—hated her prayer. It had been one of the most god-awful prayers he’d ever heard. And yet even then he hadn’t been able to walk away. He wanted a piece of her.
“Wait!” Evangeline called. “What’s your name?” You already know, Little Fox. But once again, his thoughts weren’t projected loudly enough for her to hear. Instead, he gave her the name he’d planned on. He knew she wouldn’t remember it, and he needed to make sure he didn’t forget it. “You can call me Archer.”
THE ANGST BRO
Archer held her tighter. He banded one arm firmly around her ribs, the other he circled just below her waist, almost on her hips, his fingers splayed in a way that felt less like he wanted to restrain her and more like he just wanted to touch her—to hold her on that bridge in the dark where it was only the two of them and the rain and the feel of too many heartbeats racing between them.
Yet she’d never wanted anyone more.
The touch was electric. As soon as her fingers found his, the world started spinning. Her room turned into a kaleidoscope of night and sparks, and suddenly she was elsewhere. She was in another memory.
There was something about Archer that made her just want to be there, with him.
“You could never look awful,” he said faintly. She looked up again. For a second, he looked almost shy and incredibly young, barely older than her. Blond locks of hair fell over his eyes as he slowly leaned in closer.
If Jacks stayed, if he stormed in the room and used his powers to make Apollo watch as Jacks told Evangeline that she wasn’t nothing to him. That she was everything. That he’d turned back time to keep her alive, and he would make the same choice again. If Jacks made her remember that he was the one she should have wanted to kiss. She wouldn’t be safe anymore. She wouldn’t even be alive.
But Jacks wasn’t feeling much these days unless the feelings involved Evangeline, and he was trying his best to avoid those at the moment.
HAIDHDHDH
“If Evangeline ever gets her memories back, she’ll never forgive you for this.” “At least she’ll be alive to hate me.”
Handsome Stranger’s
not the same name bro. I can’t
“You knew me as Chaos. I’m your friend,” he said. But there was something strange about the way he said the word friend, as if he wasn’t entirely sure.
“Yes, I am a murderer. I enjoy hurting people. I like blood. I like pain. I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I’m your monster, Evangeline.”
Jacks had so badly wanted to tell her that he couldn’t even remember what Donatella looked like, that Evangeline’s face was the only one he saw whenever he closed his eyes, that he would go with her anywhere … if he could.
“How could I have ever been in love with you?”
NAUR DON’T SAY THAT
“I’ve seen you try before. I’ve seen you want something more than anything else in the entire world. I’ve seen what you’re willing to do. How far you were willing to go. You haven’t even come close to that now.”
“Please, Little Fox, remember.”
Little Fox. Little Fox. Little Fox. Two simple words. Only they did not feel simple at all. They felt like falling. They felt like hope. They felt like the most important words in the world. The words made her blood rush and her head spin until once again it was only her and Jacks.
Maybe it merely meant she was a fool, or maybe it meant that her heart remembered things her mind did not.
“This is a very bad idea,” Jacks murmured. “I would have thought you liked bad ideas.” “Only when they’re mine.”
She remembered.
FINALLY IVE BEEN STRESSING
The story of Evangeline and Jacks. And it was a beautiful story, her new favorite story. She hated that she’d forgotten it.
I remember trying to play with her the first few years, but she always wanted to chase the boys.”
Giving pick me- tbh why am I not suprised
She would recognize Jacks’s heart—she knew Jacks’s heart. His heart was wounded like hers, but it was strong, it wouldn’t flinch or shy away from her. It would beat faster, harder, in concert with hers.
crying rn
Loving Jacks felt doomed from the start. But Evangeline had learned that love was more than a feeling. And it didn’t have to be the safe choice, because love was also more powerful than fear. It was the ultimate form of hope. It was stronger than curses. And yet … She worried that her love might not be enough.
