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fandomsonrequests · 4 years ago

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unexpected friend

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: choi san

reader: fem

word count: 5.4k

summary: fate decided to test this decade long feud between you and choi san

notes: enemies to lovers AU, toxic themes, character death, substance abuse (it’s not explicit) such as alcohol and cigarettes, heavy themes, language, violence

You had no idea where it started— you just knew that you hated Choi San with every fiber of your being. And unsurprisingly, the feeling is mutual with you.

Maybe it started in kindergarten when he accidentally pushed you to the ground in the game of tag. You got so mad at him, saying that he meant it when he obviously didn’t, calling him stupid because “all boys are stupid.”. Or maybe it started when you knocked over his tower of building blocks as revenge. Or was it when he dipped your pigtails in paint to get back at you? Or maybe the time he spread rumors that you had cooties causing everyone to avoid you like the plague.

Whatever the reason, it spiraled into a childhood rivalry that continued as you grew older. The endless cycle of cat versus dog, taking revenge on one another, followed into grade school, where you reached your horse phase and he reached his gun dam phase. It was inevitable you’d see him again— you both lived in a fairly small town after all.

Petty actions like drawing on the other’s homework turned into stealing each other’s lunches or setting some sort of prank at each other’s seats— whatever your ten-year-old brains could think of. Your screaming matches grew even worse and at one point, you both started throwing punches. The teachers always had to watch you during breaks because eventually, you’d be on top of each other and pulling at each other’s hair.

San had an advantage of course since he took taekwondo, you always ended up as the loser. But in retaliation, you managed to convince your mother to enroll you in some other martial art to protect yourself. And when you won your first little fistfight— you always made sure to lord it over him.

“Hah, you got beat by a little girl! Not so tough now huh potato-head?”

“Shut up horse-face!”

San saw your kindness and charisma towards others as an act. It was your own way of reeling others in to be on your side, gathering some sort of army to help you gang up against him. You on the other hand managed to convince yourself that his cute little dimples and selflessness for others was a facade, You couldn’t believe how many people he’s managed to fool or turn against you. And you’ve always hated him for that. You let it fester as you go through grade school and towards middle school. That hatred you harbored for him was always lit inside you.

Your parents and his were always apologizing to each other during parent-teacher meetings or school events, having to hold you back from jumping on one another. Your dad had given up on the whole thing so he was totally useless; that left you to run to your mother for comfort. Whatever the situation was, at the end of the day, she was always on your side.

“Things will blow over soon. But please, honey, try to stay out of trouble for me?”

So when she died in your junior year of high school, you couldn’t help but feel alone. Your dad had taken to smoking to cope with the loss, marrying a woman who was in love with alcohol while bringing her two hellish twin daughters with her into your home. Things grew miserable for you at home; your dad became a pathetic pushover, letting his new wife run the household. That made you angry— how could he get over your mother so easily? How could he let himself get walked over like that? How could he ignore the way your older step-sisters trampled all over you?

How could he let all this happen?

San’s endless taunting at school didn’t help either. His harmless pranks grew worse as time passed: spray-painting some nasty words on your locker, or setting a bucket of paint on top of the gym doors since you’re always the last one to head out. You’d heed your mother’s words, always doing your best to ignore him. For a while, it had worked and he pestered you less than usual but your mom’s death and the situation at home had triggered something in you, making you snap back. You’d shove his face down into his food during lunch or knock his books down the stairwell whenever you pass by each other. You had even managed to sneak some of the insects from the lab into his gym clothes, causing him to end up with nasty rashes all over his body for a week.

Your physical fights weren’t frequent but they became more violent, with one or both of you having to go to the nurses, holding an ice pack to your busted lips while a piece of gauze was stuck up his bloodied nose. It took several students or even teachers to pull you apart because most of the time no one wanted to jump in and separate you two; it was always so messy with fists and kicks flying everywhere. There was even one point where you both had to go to the hospital for fractured bones. You were both suspended for a week.

Fortunately, things had toned down now that you both were in your final year of high school with the pressure of college and meeting requirements looming over you. Although, neither of you managed to make up. You’d still exchange some foul words but the stupid pranks and fights had simmered down. That never meant you were on good terms though.

But then fate decided to be a little shit and put you in a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Your new biology teacher didn’t seem to be informed about the decade-long feud between you and San. So when she assigned the both of you as partners, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as a sick feeling crawled over you. You wanted to cry and throw up at the same time- that’s just how much you despised him. You both tried to plead with her to change partners but she was as stubborn as a mule, insisting that you two can “sort out your differences” and finish this project as a team.

And now here you were, avoiding each other’s stares despite being sat next to each other. The proximity between you two was suffocating, it made it hard to focus on the project being explained to you by your cruel teacher. Your skin tingles unpleasantly whenever either of you shifted in your seat, your arms just several centimeters away from touching each other. Many thoughts ran through your head on how you can get out of this. But you knew that you had to find some time to work on the damn thing together or else you’d flunk high school— and being stuck in community college, never being able to leave this town, was not worth hitting San at the back of the head and gloating at him.

“You have the rest of the period to plan with each other. Make sure to have your presentation set and ready for next week.” Your teacher says and sits at her desk.

The room was filled with chatter as the students started conversing with each other. Many pairs threw knowing stares at you, worried that you’d be at each other’s throats. Surprisingly you weren’t… at least not yet anyway.

For a while, neither of you said anything to each other. San simply scrolled through his phone hidden under his desk while you organized your final notes. Minutes tick by and the class slowly comes to an end. With a heavy sigh, you decided to swallow your pride and talk to the guy.

You turn to the boy, roughly shoving his knee with yours and he sends you an irritated glare. “C’mon we need to plan for this.” You deadpan, ignoring the look he gave you.

San returned the sigh and pocketed his phone, shifting to face you. “Alright then. So what’s the plan?”

“That’s what we’re supposed to be talking about, dumbass.” You mutter, growing irritated. You clench your fists together in an attempt to keep your calm before continuing. “Anyway, we’re supposed to make some model of the nerve cells then present it.”

San stays quiet for a moment before speaking up. “My sister has some spare clay and wires from her sculpting hobby. I could ask for some.”

“Great. You work on that while I work on the script.” You conclude before going back to your notes.

“Hold on- you’re gonna leave me with all of the hard work?”

“We have the same workload?? I’m making the script.”

“That’s easy- scripts can be finished within a day or something.” San shot back, finding the arrangement you had set, without his consultation by the way, as unfair.

“Then I’ll help you when I’m done. Quit whining like a bitch.” You sigh, having no energy to continue the argument with him.

“Asshat…” He mumbles under his breath, pulling out his phone to text his sister. He expected some sort of retaliation from you but you simply remained quiet. That was odd- considering that you never missed the chance to have the last word in. Maybe you just weren’t feeling it today.

Nevertheless, he ignored you, deciding that it wasn’t worth pestering you at the moment. The bell rings, signaling the end of the class, and you’re immediately up and out of your seat, stuffing your notebook into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. It almost hits San’s cheek in the process but you were already walking out the door before he could call you out on it.

“Geez…” He huffs and keeps his own things, glaring after you while hoping that time would fly by fast so that the project was done and over with.

A few days have passed by since the biology class. True enough, you’ve finished writing and even printing the script within the day the project was assigned to you. So now you were stuck helping out San with sculpting the whole model. You two would work together at the back of the library after school. Initially the librarian was hesitant about letting the two of you inside given your reputation and all. But when she saw that neither of you were at each other’s throats, surprisingly, she allowed for you to work on it in the library.

Of course you and San still had some disputes— how it’s supposed to be positioned, what shape it’s supposed to take, yadda yadda. But it had never escalated into a full blown argument because it always ended up with you taking the blow of his harsh words. That alone started to concern the boy, you’d always get back at him. But your resigned silence after every quip he threw at you started to worry him. Sure he hated your guts but San wasn’t a nasty person. He knew something was bothering you. But, he never took the initiative to ask what was bothering you; it wasn’t his problem anyway.

A weekend away from Monday aka the day of your presentation. The model was almost done— it just needed a paint job. Since it was a Saturday afternoon, meaning the school was closed, neither of you were able to work at your usual spot. So San decided to just take the whole thing to your home to finish it. Of course he could finish the whole thing himself but he had a party to attend later in the evening, and he didn’t want to miss out on it.

He arrives at your home, model in one hand and a crate of paints in the other. He takes note of the absence of your dad’s and step-sister’s cars in the driveway and assumed that you were all out. He sighs in frustration, hoping that that wasn’t the case. Jogging up to the porch, the boy sets down the crate and rings the doorbell a couple of times, foot tapping against the wooden floorboards as he waits.

When there was no response after a few minutes he tried again, this time ringing the doorbell a bit more frantically. Before he could turn around and head back home after getting no response, he hears frantic footsteps scurrying inside and steps back as the door swings open. There you were, hair looking like a bird’s nest while your week-old cardigan hung off your shoulders. There were dark circles under your eyes and you looked like a hobo who had the opportunity to clean after themselves. In other words: you were a mess.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You snap the minute your hazy mind registers that San was standing at your door.

The said boy snaps out of his own trance and shoves the model in your face. “We need to finish this.”

You stare at the figure in his hand then to the crate by his foot and then to his face that displayed an expectant expression. You sigh and rub your face. “Couldn’t you have finished it yourself?”

“I’m busy later.”

Another sigh leaves you and you step back to let him in. He enters the house, leaving his shoes by the door as he looks around the place. It was a bit messier than he had expected. There were rumpled coats hanging off of the arm of the couch, a small pack of cigarettes and a few bottles of cheap beer on the coffee table. The wallpaper was starting to fade with a few faint stains here and there.

San stays quiet as he follows you through the house, seeing the small stack of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He turns back to look at you, finding your silence as unnerving. You only trudged up the stairs, motioning for you to follow him. He expected to see you turn down the hallway and enter one of the rooms but was quite surprised to see you stop by a frayed rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall. You reach up and tug down on it, revealing the ladder towards the attic.

“Don’t tell me you live up there,” San jabs.

“Yeah and what of it?” You grumble, sending him a tired glare over your shoulder before climbing up the ladder.

He was stunned into silence when he realized that you were serious. He bites his tongue and refrains from jeering at you, handing the box of paints to you before climbing up. Several thoughts ran through his mind— why was your room in an attic? And since when did you start smoking and drinking? Was it even yours?

His head pokes into the surprisingly clean but small room. Your bed was pressed up near the slanted wall of the roof, several polaroids of you, your few friends, and your mother plastered along it. On the opposite side was your desk and your wardrobe whose paint was starting to chip off. Several boxes, labeled and not labeled, were pushed to the corner of the room, stacked in a way for them to take up less space.

San looks to you rummaging through your desk, probably finding a brush or something. He wordlessly steps into the room and pulls the rope, closing the trapdoor beneath him. He turns to you again and before he could stop himself, he found himself blurting the question that was plaguing his mind: “What the hell happened to you?”

You turn on your heel, almost knocking over the picture frame of you and your mom. Your hand reached out to steady it before answering San. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Why do you live up here?” He motioned to the whole attic space with his arm. “Don’t you have a room downstairs?”

“I do.” You simply say and take the crate of paints, pulling out the needed colors and some paper cups for you to place them in.

When you don’t elaborate, San squats down to your level on the ground and tugs the purple paint tube out your hand. “What happened to it?”

“Why do you care?” You snatch the tube back with a hiss, preparing all the things needed. “It’s none of your business…”

The boy sighs, running a hand through his dark locks. He nibbles at his cheeks, carefully going over what he wanted to say. “...look, _____,” he starts, voice surprisingly gentle. “You don’t have to tell me everything but you don’t have to keep everything in.”

You don’t answer him or make any move to acknowledge what he had said. But you were listening; part of you decided to take down your walls for just a moment and hear what he has to say. And San seemed to sense this because he continues.

“I’m not gonna say that ‘I’m here for you’ and all that crap but, there are people who're willing to listen to you. Whatever you’re going through right now, no matter how big or small it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Again, you don’t respond. A moment of silence full of high strung tension passed by. It was only a few seconds but it felt longer than that— especially since you both stopped in what you were doing and stared at the ground or at each other’s hands.

You always hated San but you couldn’t help but sense the sincerity in his words. It’s kind of pathetic but at the moment, his genuinity, the softness of the way he spoke was what you were craving for. At that moment, you just wanted assurance that things will be okay and that whatever you were doing in life wasn’t useless. And the guy you seemed to hate most was offering you that.

Tears prick at your eyes and you hastily brush it away with the sleeve of your cardigan, refusing to show any weakness to your nemesis. But it was hard; once the tears started flowing it was difficult for you to stop. You play it off by finishing up in preparing the paints, suppressing any hiccups or sobs that would escape before eventually giving up and bringing your legs up to your chin, crying into your sweats. Fuck it if San sees.

You curled up into yourself, crying into your pants when you felt a gentle but hesitant hand on your shoulder. You jolt at the touch, seeing San back away quickly. His brows were furrowed in concern and his lips were pursed, almost as if he were thinking about what he was going to say.

“G-go on, gloat,” You hiccup, choking on your tears. “I look like a m-mess anyway…”

You were surprised, and a little bit embarrassed, that he didn’t follow with what you said. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small packet of tissues and handing it over to you. He looked up to your desk, seeing your water container on your desk. He stands up to take it, shaking it to check if there was still some water in it, before placing it by your foot.

“I’m not going to lie, you are a mess,” San says before returning to his previous spot on the floor. “But I guess that’s normal when you’re having a shitty day.”

“More like a shitty life…” You mumble. You chug down the rest of your water, managing to stop your tears as you wipe them away with the tissues. You look up at the boy across you and sigh heavily. “It’s my step-mom,” you say.

“I’m sorry?”

“My step-mom. She made me move up here so that her daughters could take my room.” You explain. “My dad didn’t say anything because he’s a pushover, wasting his life away on cigarettes and the alcohol his wife buys…”

San nods slowly in understanding, finally making sense of what he saw in the living room and kitchen. That explained a lot of things: why you would always faintly smell of alcohol or nicotine a few months after your mother had died. It had honestly shocked him to hear that— your dad and step-mom always looked presentable in public. Your step-sisters were a bit more extravagant but neat nonetheless. The way they talked and carried themselves didn’t seem to indicate that they had any substance addiction.

Thinking back on it, it had also explained why you were so irate and moody almost all the time, leading to you losing some friends in high school as you fell back into yourself or into violence. It was a defense mechanism— you didn’t want to seem vulnerable because at home, you were vulnerable enough.

An idea pops into his head and he promptly stands up, momentarily making you jump from his sudden movement. You look up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Come with me.”

“What???”

“I said get up and come with me.” San says and actually held his hand out to you.

You look at it skeptically before looking up at him, contemplating about any consequences in following him— if there were any. He wiggles his fingers, impatiently coaxing you to join him and you finally make up your mind. Might as well follow him; you had nothing to lose anyway.

You swat his hand away to get up on your own, mumbling something along the lines that you could get up yourself before straightening yourself out and placing your hands on your hips. He gives a satisfied nod and grabs his shoes to put them on. He then kicks open the trapdoor before heading back down for you to follow.

He returns to the living room with you trailing behind, still wondering where exactly he wanted you to go. When you glance at the clock you see that it’s already 5:30 in the afternoon. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something land by your feet. You whipped your head around to see San pointing at your shoes which he probably threw at you from the door.

“We’re heading out for a while.” He says as he exits your house. You take a moment to process what was happening when he pops his head in. “Come on slowpoke.” He ushers you.

You hastily throw on your shoes, grabbing the house keys hanging by the coat rack, and hop out of the house. You lock the door behind you and approach San who was sitting upon his notoriously loud motorbike. “Where are we going?” You ask, settling down behind him.

Your arms awkwardly flutter beside you, opting to hold onto whatever space was left on your seat. You jump in surprise when you hear and feel the engine roar to life, eliciting an amused chuckle from the boy in front of you. You glare at the back of his head, smacking his shoulder and settling yourself once more.

“Hold on tight,” San tells you as he revs up the motorbike.

“I am.” You argue and strengthen your grip on the seat, shaking the bike a little to emphasize your point.

“No you aren’t.” You feel heat rise to your face when he tutted in annoyance, taking your arms and placing them around his waist. “There you go. See? No harm done.”

You only grumble something in response, making him chuckle to himself. It was a bit strange to see you tame like this. Sure it kind of boosted his ego considering that he managed to make you flustered with just a few words and a simple action but he actually kind of liked it when you weren’t at each other’s throats. He revved up the engine again before taking off and speeding down the road.

The evening breeze is cool as it whips through your hair and brushes against you, sending small goosebumps running down your skin. A small yelp escapes you when San picks up speed, causing your grip on him to tighten. He glanced back at you for a moment before taking the turn that exits the town and towards the road uphill. It led to the small forest that overlooked the city; it was a popular place in town for hiking or camping. You remember going there to play as a kid.

The air gets chillier as you both reach a higher altitude. You unconsciously nuzzle closer to the boy in front of you in an attempt to seek some body heat. The sky grows darker, turning into a deeper blue shade as the night slowly creeps upon the town. Some stars start to peek and settle themselves in the dark blanket of the sky by the time San slows down to a stop. He had stopped by the edge of the forest, a metal railing along the opposite end to keep people or vehicles from falling off the edge.

“We’re here.” San says and looks back at you. “You can let go if you want now.”

At that, you peel yourself away from him and hop off his bike mumbling something about how cocky he was while walking over to the railings. He joins you soon after, keeping a respectable distance from you. None of you say anything at first, simply taking in the view of the city in front of you. Now know why San took you out here: to breathe and clear your mind of things; something that you didn’t know you needed at the moment.

The spot you were in allowed you to overlook the town, seeing the lights from the roads and houses down below. You could spot the water tower in the distance along with the radio tower next to it. As you survey the scene before you, you make out one house in the distance with a multitude of colored lights flashing around it.

“Looks like someone’s having a party.” You muse, finally breaking the silence.

San hums in acknowledgement. “I hope they aren’t missing me.”

It takes a moment for you to understand what he said, perking up when it made sense to you. “So that’s what you meant when you were ‘busy.’” You say as you lightly punch his arm. “You’re such an ass.”

“What? I wasn’t lying; I would’ve been busy.” He defends himself, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah,” You huff. “Busy shoving your tongue down people’s throats.”

A mischievous hum. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ew no, gross- I’ll pass.”

You share a small laugh together before settling into silence again. It was… kind of cathartic, being able to actually laugh for a long while-even if it was with your longtime nemesis. It was better than crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

You turn to lean your back against the railing, using your arms to support you as you mull over the forest.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid.” You say, managing to capture San’s attention. “Pretended to gallop along the trees like some sort of princess when I was in my horse phase… I would always come home with scraped knees. I was a clumsy kid.”

“Except when you’d throw punches at me,” San interjected, ghosting a hand over his jaw. “You sure knew how to pack a punch.”

You smile apologetically, a sheepish flush on your cheeks, and look over to him. “Well you did deliver some pretty good kicks- I needed to learn how to defend myself.”

San shrugged in agreement. “I guess,” He muses and offers you a small smile, lapsing into silence again. “You know… it’s actually kind of surprising but you aren’t so bad to talk to.”

You nibble at your lower lip at his confession, unsure of what to make of it. When you look up at him, you see that he had inched a little closer to you. He still kept a reasonable amount of space between you two but it was apparent that he wanted to get closer. He drums his fingers against the cool metal of the railing, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words carefully.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been an asshole to you. I know that I’ve hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally too. And I want to apologize for that… I know, words are just words. It won’t do anything to reverse or take back what I’ve done to you then, but please, take it as a first step to making it up to you.”

San decided to meet your watery gaze, his chest clenching at the tears you were trying so hard to hold back. He holds his hand out instinctively, wanting to offer some sort of physical comfort. He stops himself midway, opting to just settle it on the rail halfway from you. “You don’t have to make a decision right here and now. You can still hate me all you want, but I promise to leave you alone from now on.”

You whimper pathetically, finally letting the tears flow down your cheeks. You felt guilt consume you at his apology. Why was he taking the blame for everything? It should be you who was saying sorry. After all,you were just as cruel as him. And thinking back on it, this feud had most likely started with you. You raise a sweater paw to wipe at your tears, sobbing into your hand.

God you were a mess.

“Don’t, don’t blame yourself… I should be apologizing too. It takes two to tango right?” You hiccup, managing to give him a shaky smile. “I could’ve chosen to ignore you or direct my anger elsewhere but I still ended up targeting you at the end of the day…”

“_______, it’s okay—“

“No it’s not.” You hiss. “I’m not just talking about what I did in high school. I’m talking about every instance I was cruel to you. It was petty, extremely childish, and just horrible overall. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I want to apologize too. I’ve made part of your life a living hell.”

You glance at his hand on the railing before holding your own out towards him. “Truce?” You offer. “We don’t have to be all buddy-buddy after this but at least we can just end this whole thing.”

San gripped your hand in a gentle but firm handshake. “Truce.” His touch lingered for

just a second before he gave a gentle squeeze and pulled away. He returned it to the previous spot on the railing.

The both of you remain for a while, just overlooking the town and reflecting on what had happened. The quiet atmosphere that you both shared suddenly didn’t seem so awkward anymore. Instead, it was filled with some tension but with a bit of comfort at the same time. It was similar to the feeling of a thorn being plucked out of your side: painful but relief that it was finally out.

You don’t expect that things would go right at once— this wasn’t like the movies or the books where everything was magically solved. You both had left some scars on each other, some that are too hard to forget or too deep to heal easily. But you two were working on it: healing and forgiving each other. It was still a long journey but it was something you were both willing to go on together.

You glance to San, seeing how relaxed he was right now. He didn’t look so annoying or so terrifying anymore. A tiny grin makes its way to your lips; never in a million years did you think you’d find solace in someone you despised so much.

“Hey San,” You call out to him, resting your hand beside his, your pinkies brushing against each other. “...thanks for this. I really needed it.”

He smiles at you, flashing his cute dimples at you. It sends a warm, tingly feeling down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel calm at that. “Glad I could help.” He momentarily pat the back of your hand, engulfing it with his larger one when you didn’t pull away.

It was late when he drove you home to finish the project. Unsurprisingly, your family was still out, probably at an event they forgot to tell you about. But you didn’t mind, you had an unexpected friend with you right now.

You smile to yourself as you wave goodbye to San from the doorway, seeing him speed down the road and into the night. He may have been the bad guy in your life but it turns out, he wasn’t such a bad guy. And you were thankful that you were able to see that because at least you knew you had someone in your corner.

#ficscafe #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez choi san #choi san x reader #ateez san #ateez headcanons

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jacobstone · 3 years ago

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The Librarians/Umbrella Academy potential crossover ideas

So after my last post crashed imma try again.

Okay so this ones not as cohesive as my first draft but I initially thought on a crossover between these two that these fandoms don’t mesh well on tone so a full on crossover is unlikely. But then I thought, “What? Of course it would work! They both have/deal with time jumps and alternate realities!”

So here’s some ideas on that:

•The Librarians (with the loom of fate possibly) end up in the (first) Umbrella universe where they are not Librarians and have no idea if the Library even exists here.

•The Umbrella Academy goes to The Librarians universe in one of their time jumps and are unsure if the Academy even exists here.

Or let’s pursue AU ideas:

•The Academy kids as Librarians.

•The Librarians as Academy Kids.

•The Academy kids discover others like them (there’s like what 43 total kids?) and we can stretch the imagination with making our Librarians some of those-or time travel)

•The Librarians get some new recruits (if there can be more than one-as in four at a time- who says there’s a limit?) maybe the Umbrella kids in this universe got some letters or were put in a path to meet them.

Or how about (forgetting the tonal differences between the two fandoms) that they both exist in the same universe:

• how old is Ezekiel? Just asking. He’s in that age range that it could be believable he’s one of the 43 kids born. Especially since we don’t know his real parents or origins.

I mean, these are just a few ideas to start.

#the librarians #librarians au #the umbrella academy #jacobstone text post

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youknowyourealibrariansfanwhen · 4 years ago

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You Know You’re A Librarians Fan When...

(this is just me not a universal experience but I want to get it out there)

You don’t even intend to self-insert and don’t have Ezekiel Jones as a F/O proper but you can’t help making self-insert fanfic because you notice how much you’d thematically fit into the ensemble not just as yourself but being shipped with him (e.g. as a struggling author you’re perfectly “someone talented enough that the world won’t miss” or whatever that line was, you’re around his age which makes for perfect couple synergy as you/him would be a pairing of humanities girl and science guy to complement Jassandra’s having the opposite and you’d also mean the four “base librarians”/L-formerly-ITs would have all the subjects covered as you’re the lit nerd, Jake’s the history guy, Cassandra’s got theoretical sciences on lock and Ezekiel’s the computer/engineering-y guy (to the extent he’s a nerd)). And also when it gets to the point that you’re even AUing yourself into the various things (e.g. fairytale archetype (whether or not that means magic for me like it did Cassandra) would be “the good fairy” (also thematically jiving with Ezekiel again by both being tricksters), “Happily Ever After” that coincidentally seems vaguely like what I’d be doing as a Librarian normally would be being the creator of some Harry-Potter-level-massive series of very familiar stories and running the publishing company etc. all by myself from that little teeny town (desire that’d fulfill would be having my creativity heard and appreciated by the world, talisman would be some merch thing like a series-logo button or something, and what Flynn would tell me is words to the effect of that I’m meant to use my love of stories for more than entertainment but I can use them to inspire and heal and understand the people of worlds long past), and my Loom Of Fate timeline (to try and make it different from the others’ and one where I’d survive though I doubt I-as-solo-Librarian would get far without my guardian) would be one where (perhaps out of despair and confusion and searching-for-help after the death of “my Eve”) I revealed magic to the wider world and now as everyone can do all that stuff openly the Portland of my timeline would look a lot like a techier Ravnica with Librarian!me (despite the lack of any similar magical connection) in a Jace-esque role) and you’re undeterred by the fact that a fourth LIT would break all the plot-relevant body-mind-soul symbolism with the trio as if Buffy’s scooby gang could make it work with more parts

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2glassesofchianti · 7 years ago

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I dunno. Maybe needs a few more "Nopes".

#The Librarians #Eve Baird #AU Jacob Stone #The Loom of Fate

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thesummerstorms · 7 years ago

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On mobile, so I can't look for super specific images... But I forgot how much I hate the formal wear for Wicked Hearts that makes you look like a nutcracker. Since my Inquisitor's a red haired mage anyway, I'm just gonna headcanon her as AU!Cassandra Cillian from the Librarians episode "And the Loom of Fate"...

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chierafied · 8 years ago

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SessKag Star Wars AU please? :3

Thank you for the prompt and my most sincere apologies in case this one shot doesn’t meet your expectations. I confess my knowledge of the Star Wars universe is limited only to the movies and I never was the biggest fan. ^^;

A Leap of Faith

They were tucked in a remote corner, hidden between toweringshelves. They huddled on the floor at the end of the corridor, the girl – Rin –trembling, quiet tears rolling down her pale cheeks, Kagome squeezing her toher chest, rocking her gently.

The only sound echoing in the vast halls of theJedi Archives was that of footsteps, moving slowly but with purpose, growingcloser.

It was an ominous sound, but better than the steady rhythmof marching feet, of laser guns being fired; better than the screams and criesof the dying.

The Jedi temple was under attack, their own clones turnedagainst them and killing everyone, making no difference between trained Jediwarriors or younglings. Death was everywhere, and each life extinguished tuggedat Kagome’s heartstrings.

Kagome felt him before she saw him, dark ripples sendingshivers down her spine, and she knew whoever was stalking towards them was noclone.

Maybe that was for the better, she thought grimly; to be cutdown by the real enemy pulling the strings behind the scenes, than shot by thetools the clones were.

The footsteps stopped. A tall figure in a dark, hooded cloakstood at the other end of the corridor, looking right at them.

Kagome pressed Rin’s face to her chest, so the child wouldnot have to see the fate that awaited them.

She watched him as he walkedcloser, her head held high. A spill of long silver-white hair fell from the confinesof his hood. The movement of his cloak revealed the lightsabre strapped to hiship.

He stopped only a few feet from them, and though his facewas shadowed by the hood, she caught a glimpse of magenta markings on hischeek, saw the glow of his amber eyes.

Even if she hadn’t felt the thrum of ominous powerenveloping him, his appearance left little doubt as to his identity.

This was a Sith, here to kill them.

He drew back his cloak, set his hand on his lightsabre.

“Is this how you face death? Meekly, without offering anyresistance?” he asked her, his deep voice carrying a hint of sneer.

“I’m not a warrior, I’m a librarian,” she told him, her blueeyes cool and calm. “And I do not fear death, I accept it. Just make it quick,and spare the child any pain.”

His eyes flashed, his gaze snapping to the girl in Kagome’sarms. His lip curled in a snarl.

“I thought all the young were already lost.”

Kagome offered no reply, though the news staggered her. Shecouldn’t wrap her mind around it; for all the younglings to be gone, soquickly…

The Sith moved his hand towards them, and Kagome noticed hisfingers were tipped with sharp claws.

He held the hand out to her, palm up.

“Come,” he said. “Time is of essence.”

She stared at him, uncomprehending.

“Come where?”

“Away from here,” he bit out impatiently. “I may havearrived too late to stop this slaughter, but I can still save you and thechild.”

Kagome hesitated only for a few seconds. She knew nothing ofhis motives, did not trust a Sith – but the only choice she had was between uncertaintyand certain death.

Had it been just her, she may never have made such a leap offaith, but if there was a chance – any chance at all – for the girl to besaved…

Kagome took his hand, let him pull her up from the floor.

He turned with a swirl of his cape, still holding on to herhand, tugging her along as he started back up the corridor. In his free hand,he had the lightsabre he had unclipped from his belt, though he hadn’t yetactivated the sword.

“I do not suppose you have one?” He asked, slanting a briefglance at her.

“Librarian,” Kagome reminded him archly, as she adjustedRin’s weight in her arms. She was no longer crying; in fact she was peeringahead at the Sith’s cloaked back with interest.

They hurried through the archives, and Kagome’s mind stillwhirled with doubts and questions, but this was not the time or the place tovoice them. They left the archives behind, and almost immediately ran into aparty of three clones.

The Sith let go of Kagome and cut them down, before anyonecould as much as blink.

“Here,” he said, tossing one of their guns to Kagome.

She caught it, frowned down at it. Whatever this Sith’smotive was, he really did seem to want to get her and Rin out of here. Kagomemade her mind, set Rin down.

“Stay behind me,” she warned the girl, then gripped the gunand started after the Sith.

Time seemed to move quickly and in flashes as they ran downcorridors, stopped every now and then for a skirmish. The Sith was an expertwith his lightsabre, cutting the clones down without remorse. Kagome grittedher teeth and threw two clones to the wall with a sweep of her hand, then shotthe third.

And then they were out, the towering buildings of Coruscantglittering as far as the eye could see, the Temple and its spires behind them,smoke rising to the sky.

“This way,” the Sith said, yanking Kagome’s elbow. Kagomescrambled to grab Rin’s hand and they ran.

Sitting on her seat in the sleek ship, watching Coruscantgrow smaller and smaller as they ascended, Kagome still couldn’t quite believethey had made it.

Kagome turned to make sure Rin was all right, then calmedher down with a single touch to her temple. The girl’s lashes fluttered, herlids slipped shut.

“Thank you,” Kagome said, the words stiff and reluctant. Sheslanted a look at the Sith piloting the ship. The hood of his cloak had fallenback, revealing a handsome face with high cheekbones and an indigo crescentmoon marking his pale forehead.

“I suppose you might not believe it, coming from me, but Iam sorry,” he said.

“I would imagine you to be happy for your victory today.With the Jedi gone, there will be no one to oppose your master.”

“My master is dead,” he said curtly. “Lord Sidious threw himaside in favour of a stronger apprentice. And I was never privy to all hisplans.”

“But you must have known that his plan was to have the Sithrule over the galaxy. For that to happen, the Jedi had to be… disposed of.”

“Indeed… But that is no justification for slaughteringchildren.”

There was fury in his voice, and finally Kagome understood;why he had come to the temple, why he had helped her and Rin escape.

“All power comes with a cost,” she said softly, theaccusation gone from her voice.

He was silent for a moment, then looked at her, his ambereyes glowing.

“Sometimes, the cost is too steep.”

“Yes,” she sighed in agreement, a lone tear finally slidingdown her cheek. “That it is.”

Kagome drew a quivering breath, and wiped the tear away.

“They will not take any risks now their throne has beensecured,” she said grimly. “They will go after the Force sensitive children.”

“Then we must get to them first,” the Sith growled.

Kagome raised her eyebrow. “We?”

Sullen silence was her only answer.

“I’m Kagome,” she finally spoke into the heavy silence oftheir small ship. “And the girl’s name is Rin.”

“Sesshoumaru,” he replied after a moment.

A cruel name, but Kagome noticed he had dropped the usualSith prefix.

“I’m glad to have met you, Sesshoumaru,” she said – andfound that she meant it.

Dark days loomed ahead, but in that darkness, there werestill a few flickers of light, shining bright and defiant.

#sesskag #inuyasha fanfiction #chie writes #fic: SK #RR: SK #I really hope you like this!#I even forced myself to watch the prequel movies as research and had to suffer through Jar Jar and Anakin's ANGST

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ghostlyarchaeologist · 1 year ago

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"We lost, Eve. We had ten good years, and in the end, we just lost." - AU Cassandra Cillian.

The Librarians S01E10 And the Loom of Fate.

(AU Jake)

(AU Ezekiel)

#the librarians #cassandra cillian #lindy booth #loom of fate au librarians #i feel like she has the most sadness out of all the au librarians #she saved herself but couldn't save everyone else #ghostly'sgifs

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jacobstone · 6 years ago

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I agree, I think that a lot of people just settled into a platonic understanding of them. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we know for a fact if Flynn wasn’t in the equation that these two would end up together (based on the loom of fate au). Now whether this is a factor that the others aren’t around or if it is just Flynn or if Eve just has this thing with The Librarian, idk. I’d like to think that if everything was the same, except Flynn wasn’t in the picture, these two would’ve leaned more to the romantic side than the platonic side. They click and have similar personalities which is why they tend to get along very well. Plus, they could’ve totally done it in the show, like you said they could’ve been believably canon. I think it would’ve been before the whole true loves kiss thing between Eve and Flynn cause that kinda sealed the deal for me, but there was all that time Flynn was gone and Eve looked done with him. That would’ve been the moment to set up this new relationship and honestly it really could’ve worked. But the show didn’t do that, then it leaned more toward sibling-like vibes. I’d like to think the same thing happened with Jacob and Cassandra. But like I said, everyone is the fandom bicycle in this show.

Is there something that happens in canon that turns everyone off of shipping eve and jake or are her and flynn THAT popular or OR do people just prefer the platonic relationship? Cause i feel like theres almost no ship stuff for them despite being the non canon ship that seems most likely

#the librarians #eve baird #jacob stone #jacobstone text post #jacobstone reblogs #jacob/eve #evestone

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branchedman · 8 years ago

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Different Ezekiel anon; I disagree with you on the point about The Reunion of Evil. To me, it seems like Zeke was trolling Eve and Jenkins about both the phone usage AND Nessie's egg. At that point, there were several incidents where the team had seen him take risks to protect others. This is something that is continuous and NOT NEW. For me, it wasnt a lesson for him, but for the others that they haven't internalized, not even Eve. (pt 1 of 2)

Even at the end of the ep, when Eve was looking at him proudly, I don't recall seeing either of them take a step back and apologize for underestimating him. They started off believing he was screwing around, when they should know by now that that's a performance. (pt 2 of 2)

wow, i didn’t realize this of all things was gonna be the thing to start discussion on this blog (not a complaint, just surprised!)

i agree. eve and especially jenkins both severely underestimate ezekiel in and the reunion of evil, despite the fact that ezekiel has been working with the team for whatever the in-show equivalent of three seasons is and always comes through no matter what, in the end. i think a lot of eve’s attitude towards ezekiel comes from the au version of him she met in and the loom of fate - she’s constantly telling all the librarians that she’s seen what she calls their “future selves” and wants to get them there, but that’s still no excuse. i do think that at the end of the episode she’s done a better job of figuring ezekiel out than jenkins, though.

which is really unfair because they all have masks, they were all alone before the library brought them together, and they’ve all had trouble getting along at some point in the narrative, but ezekiel’s the only one they continuously underestimate. and, like. he’s pretty obvious about his masks; to me, at least, it’s always evident that he’s at a point where he feels the need to live up to the ezekiel jones persona, but at the same time is acknowledging that it’s an act and knows they’re all humoring him.

the thing about ezekiel is that he’s fundamentally different to the others in a way that they’re reluctant to embrace: he thinks like a thief, and none of the others are quite willing to fully accept that, even in season 3. cassandra comes close, but that’s about it. the others only seem to react positively to ezekiel when he’s being more traditional-hero than thief. honestly, if we don’t get better ezekiel development in the as-yet-unconfirmed season 4 i’m probably jumping ship on this show. boy deserves better.

#the librarians #ezekiel jones #anonymous #answered

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imagination-parade · 8 years ago

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2016 Fic Round Up

Tagged by @summer-smells

Total 2016 Word Count: 80,999 (less, actually. Because that’s counting two multi-author prompt fics that I didn’t write the entirety of.) Total 2016 Hits: 7,995 Total 2016 Kudos: 490 Total 2016 Comment Threads: 142 Total 2016 Bookmarks: 64

Links and titles to 2016 works: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Imagination_Parade 2016 stories range from the team playing Pokemon Go to a couple different ships in a couple different worlds.

Favorite Fic: Strangely, the first and the last ones I wrote in 2016, which were “Selfish,” where Stone & Cassandra talk about what exactly she meant with her “death day” confession, and “Without You,” which is a Ceve story set in the “Loom of Fate” AU world where Cassandra’s the Librarian.

Hardest Fic: “As Long As You’re Mine,” the “missing scenes” companion to the Cassandra brain surgery epic I did in 2015 (which anyone interested in a more realistic look at what the show did last night should totally read because it is the best thing I have ever written, and I researched the hell out of it.) I think, clearly, my expectations were too high, considering how very proud I am of its predecessor and how very easy that one was to write. I’m very happy with how this one turned out, too. It just took too long.

Most Popular Fic: Ask my readers? I mean, the numbers are skewed because one story has 15 chapters, while everything else I wrote has 1 or 2, so I don’t think I can really tell what was most well-received.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2017? I’m always open to them.

What was the best thing about 2016? Writing on a balcony of the Disney Fantasy. That probably had more to do with the cruise than the writing.

What was the worst thing about 2016? Those numbers are low for me. I think I was bored. I’ve realized since The Librarians came back that my feelings towards Jassandra are much more casual than I thought. I’m really no more a Jassandra shipper than I am a Ceve/Casekiel/etc. shipper.

That has totally solved my boredom issue because I guess that realization gave myself permission to branch out, but now I’m kind of struggling with how to move forward and build a new reader base or try to preserve a reader base in a fandom I’m already established in. I have 5 current fic ideas, but only 1 is Jassandra, and this seems to mostly be a “I’m reading my ship and only my ship” kind of fandom, so I don’t know how that’s going to go. I write for me, so I’ll have fun, but I like when others enjoy it, too.

Any last thoughts for 2016? Nah.

Goals for 2017: Explore whatever idea/pairing I feel like writing. And don’t be brought down by a lack of response since I know I’ll be venturing into or further into things I��m not particularly known for writing yet.

#personal #fanfiction #the librarians

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smindersonfan · 8 years ago

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GET THE FUCK OUT, BAIRD!

Again, the Cassandra you saw was from an AU where you were replaced by Lamia, who wasn’t murdered by Dulaque at the start of “And the Loom of Fate” like she was in this time, after you were killed and you replaced Nicole after Edward faked his death. When she was a SOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO LIBRARIAN! AND SHE STILL HAD THE TUMOR WHEN SHE USED MAGIC TO FIX HER TUMOR AND PERMANENTLY ALTERED HER MIND TO THE POINT THAT SHE HAD MAGIC! She was NOT a Future Cassandra, she was an AU Cassandra! So enough of the “I saw what they become at the Loom of Fate” bullshit.

#the librarians #and the fatal separation #eve baird #and the loom of fate

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downeystarkjr · 6 years ago

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Lost Stars - Cursed Killian AU - Chapter 3

Summary: Killian and Emma finally have their happy ending and are looking forward to their future together. However, fate has other plans and decides Killian needs to pay the price for returning from the Underworld by being sent 5 years back in time to New York with a new life and new memories and a new love. With no memory of Emma or who he really is. Killian and Emma’s True Love is put to the test when they cross paths once more as The Saviour does all she can to bring her pirate back. If things weren’t bad enough, Emma and the other heroes have to deal with the arrival of The Flying Dutchman to the Storybrooke docks, the captain of which is on the hunt for the infamous Captain Hook…

Rating: M

Content/Triggers: Cursed Killian, fluff, angst, whump, nightmares

Previous chapters: 1 2

Full story on AO3 here

Chapter 3

“Wow, you’re going to be asking her today?” Belle asked with a fond smile, handing Killian the ring after inspecting the piece of engagement jewellery the pirate had purchased. She was excited and happy for her friend and his upcoming proposal to Emma. The librarian and the captain didn’t exactly have the best of initial meetings what with the latter trying to kill or harm Belle during their first three encounters. However, like Belle told Killian, she knew he had changed much since his villainous days. “It’s a gorgeous ring, Emma will love it.”

“Aye, do you think so lass?” the pirate responded and carefully took the ring box back and carefully closed it, placing the ring in his jacket pocket. Killian couldn’t wait to see the look in Emma’s eyes the moment he asked his True Love for her hand in marriage. “She and I have been living together for a while, and after everything we’ve been through, it’s reaffirmed that I don’t want to have a future without her.”

Belle, and well, everyone in Storybrooke knew Emma and Killian were in love. It was in Belle’s honest opinion that she was surprised it took the pirate this long to pop the question after returning from the underworld. “And I don’t doubt Emma will say yes to your proposal. Are you sure she has no idea what’s going on?

“Emma may often know when I’m hiding something, but alas, and to my advantage, she thinks I’m only planning a long overdue date,” Killian chuckled lightly. It was a challenge to sneak behind Emma’s back when he was in search for the perfect ring, but thankfully his girlfriend – and hopefully his soon-to-be fiancée – hadn’t the slightest clue of his plan. At least he hoped she didn’t. “And what do you think you’re doing?” the pirate grew amused when he noticed the kitten he befriended earlier decided to settle against one of the books Belle kept on library desk. “I hope you don’t mind me having brought a different type of company with me,” he smiled.

To reassure Killian, Belle shook her head and placed a hand on Killian’s shoulder while holding two books in her free hand. She always did love animals. “Why should I? She isn’t doing any harm,” the librarian called to the new addition to Emma and Killian’s household before gently petting the feline. “Have you decided on a name for her yet?”

“Aye, she’s called Olivia, Emma’s lad was also quite fond of the choice,” Killian explained. Speaking of whom, Henry was going to be caring for the cat while Killian took Emma out on their romantic evening.

“Olivia? I like that name, it suits her,” Belle was honest with her compliment towards Olivia while petting her. “What time is Emma expecting you for your date. Shouldn’t she be coming back from work soon?”

It wasn’t as if Killian had lost track of time. How could he? The date and the proposal was all that was running through the pirate’s mind. Killian was becoming a little impatient waiting for when he could go and pick up Emma, so he was trying to pass the time by spending it with Henry and now Belle. Although, Killian did need to carry out one more errand to make the evening perfect, it involved paying a visit to the florist. “Not until seven, giving Emma time to get ready to enjoy the night’s activities after a long day at work,” he replied to his friend, clearly eager to ask Emma to marry him.

After leaving Olivia in Henry’s charge at the Nolan’s apartment and his trip to the florist, Killian headed to the home he and Emma shared. Nothing could ever prepare him for the love-filled smile Emma welcomed him with, the smile she only ever saved for her love. The saviour’s admiration glimmered in her hazel green eyes as she uttered words of greeting to Killian. Placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good evening handsome,” Emma giggled, looking at her date for the evening. There was no other man who could ever make her feel that way, not even Neal provided Emma with the same level of happiness that Killian gave her just by being there.

“Good evening my Lady Swan,” Killian couldn’t resist acting like a gentleman to the woman who changed his life and added to the romantic gesture by bringing one of her hands to lips, kissing the back of it. “You look gorgeous love.” He spoke, speechless at the sight of Emma in a flowing pink V-neck chiffon evening dress complete with an elegant silver necklace and the top half layers of her hair tied in a ponytail.

“I know,” Emma smirked, recalling Killian’s same response to Emma’s compliment of his appearance at the start of their first date. “You’re not too bad yourself Captain.”

Killian quirked an eyebrow and shrugged casually, presenting his girlfriend with the pink rose that bore heavy similarity with the rose he picked out for Emma in Camelot. That had been one of his most favourable memories from their time in the kingdom, and remembered it fondly, especially the exhilarating horse ride the couple took to the field filled with flowers. “Not bad? I prefer dashingly charming,” he joked, his smile growing wider when Emma rolled her eyes as she took the flower, smelling it’s sweet scent.

“Thank you Killian,” Emma whispered and let Killian lead her out of their house and didn’t put up a fight when her pirate refused to have Emma drive them to the restaurant where he had placed a reservation. Instead Killian opted for them to enjoy a sunset stroll. Always one to let her curiosity get the better of her, Emma attempted get Killian to slip up and reveal to her where they were walking towards. However, he refused to give in, wanting to keep every part of the data a surprise.

The two of them had been on a few dates since Killian’s return from the underworld. However they were usually interrupted by a crisis when they got back home after a romantic time. Killian hoped that David would hold up his promise to deal with any problems that occurred, with the help of Snow and Regina. Thankfully, for once, there wasn’t a crisis looming over Storybrooke that required the Saviour. Emma rather enjoyed the stroll to the restaurant with her dashing pirate. He had a talent of making her laugh, let alone smile. Killian hoped that Emma didn’t suspect he was up to anything by taking her out on a date. Judging by her surprise to see he had led her to the restaurant where they experienced their first date – that is if they didn’t regard the snow monster or the ice wall on the town line as dates – Emma didn’t have a clue.

“Killian…I can’t believe you remembered,” Emma tried to find the right words to express how touched she was that Killian arranged to take her to the particular restaurant. But she didn’t have to worry about words right now when she felt Killian place his lips on hers, silencing the Saviour, for a brief few moments at least.

Emma let out a small hum of appreciation when her boyfriend deepened the kiss while placing his hand to cup her right cheek. “Are you surprised?” the pirate breathed when the two needed to pause for air. “Shall we my love? The evening awaits,” Killian added with a charming gesture of opening the door for his girlfriend, letting Emma into the restaurant before him. He always knew how to be a gentleman and be romantic with the woman he adored with all his heart. Gone was his desire to seek vengeance, it was now replaced by the wish of a happy ending. A happy ending where he could call Emma his wife.

Emma also wasn’t expecting Killian to have pre-ordered their romantic meal, a dinner that consisted of prawn cocktail appetisers and tagliatelle carbonara for the main dish. Of course, not being knowledgeable on Italian food, Killian made his decision after taking advice from the restaurant’s head chef. The pirate was part of the group of heroes who helped to protect Storybrooke, so of course the chef was more than willing to give Killian culinary advice.

Needless to say, Emma was surprised and more so, touched, to realise that Killian had booked the same table at the same restaurant where they spent their first date.

“Wow, someone’s gone all out to reminisce down memory lane, not that I’m complaining,” Emma noted and sat down once her boyfriend pulled out a chair for her. It was a pleasant to change having the chance to have normal moments in her life and enjoy a typical date with Killian. Without any interruptions. Something that other couples took for granted.

“Well, I recall how you loved the food here the first time we went out together,” Killian winked at Emma and reached out his one hand to her across the table, which she was more than happy to hold onto with both hands.

“And it’s much appreciated, I’ve been looking forward to this all day, it’s just what I needed after dealing with a suspect and sorting through paperwork,” she admitted and without thinking, Emma began softly stroking her lover’s single hand with her thumb before the starters arrived to the table.

“Aye?” Killian couldn’t hide the flirtatious look in his eyes that seemed to come so naturally to him. He always was the sort of man who understood how to treat women and was an expert of flirting with them, which was evident from his pirating past. Killian -while as a vengeful single man - would usually flirt with several woman, but now he was a reformed man. He had changed for the better and would only ever flirt with the woman who hoped he could one day soon call his wife. “You know you can always rely on me to show you a good time Swan,” Killian smirked, his tongue lightly tracing his bottom lip as his sea blue eyes met Emma’s green ones.

If Emma said she never found her True Love’s eyes captivating, she’d be lying. The Saviour found it quite the challenge to tear her gaze from Killian and look down to the food in front of her. But she had to, if only to hide the deep blush spreading across her cheeks. “I’ve lost track of the last time I had prawn cocktail, hmm… it’s so good,” Emma expressed, savouring the taste of the forkful of prawn cocktail she just tried, “what do you think Killian?” “Aye it’s delicious Swan,” the pirate smiled, gazing at his girlfriend adoringly while they ate their appetiser. “The food of this world never ceases to amaze me, there is a lot more variety than what’s available for a captain while on the high seas,” he explained honestly and ate another forkful of the prawn cocktail.

“Well I’m glad, I guess the food here and view of the ocean is what’s keeping you in town,” Emma said teasingly and gently nudged her foot against Killian’s beneath the table. She giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush at the flirtatious glare he issued her in return.

“Oh there’s something far greater and valuable to me than the view and few delicacies, or rather someone,” Killian corrected with that smooth tone of voice he tended to use when trying to impress Emma. Now they were a couple, it always worked. “My only reason for staying in this town is sitting right in front me, and honestly I can’t imagine spending my days without you Swan,” his words were filled with nothing but love and honesty and Emma knew he only ever spoke in such a way to her. No one had ever trusted or believed in Emma as much as Killian did. And Emma loved Killian enough to go after him in the Underworld so his sacrifice wasn’t in vain. It broke her heart when he couldn’t come back with her and the rest of her family. But now wasn’t the time to think about that, not while they were enjoying a date.

“You’re quite debonair aren’t you Captain?” The Saviour flirted, touched by Killian’s meaningful words as she placed down the fork once she finished her prawn cocktail.

“Well I certainly won you over, love.”

The meal went by even more peacefully than Killian and Emma had imagined. There was no crisis to attend to, no phone calls to interrupt them and no emergency to deal with. Meaning the couple could enjoy their evening meal. Though she shouldn’t have been since she was dating a man who saw her as his priority and the most important thing in his life, Emma was stunned that Killian had remembered the one time she told him her favourite dessert and ordered it for her that night.

When the Captain and the Saviour finished their wonderful dinner, Emma walked out of the restaurant, hand-in-hand with her boyfriend. “That was lovely Killian thank you,” she smiled widely, resting her head against Killian’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I have the perfect way to end the night,” she said in a playful manner. It was about time Killian experienced a movie night with her.

However, Killian had other plans. “Actually Swan, the date isn’t over yet,” he revealed and was met with a look of confusion from Emma as she glanced up to him. “Oh love, you know I always try to make our next date better than the last,” the pirate reminded while leading his True Love from the restaurant down the short path to the docks.

“Is that so? Where are we going?” It was at Killian’s reveal that his plans for the evening were not over that sparked Emma’s curiosity. Making her a little suspicious. Especially when Killian just laughed her question off before falling silent.

“Come on Killian just tell me, what’s going on?” Emma asked with nothing but happiness. Pleading with Killian yet again to spill his secret on the way to the Jolly Roger.

“Swan, is it a crime that I want to spend time with the princess I love without risking any interruption?” the Captain responded, refusing to give anything away as he helped Emma board the Jolly Roger. Killian knew it was going to be difficult to keep the proposal a secret from Emma for long, what with her superpower for knowing when he was lying to her or keeping something from her. An ability that never failed Emma when addressing him. But like Killian once mentioned before, he loved a challenge and it was a secret worth keeping to see Emma’s reaction when he proposed at the right moment. In the perfect way.

“Well no, alone time does great actually,” Emma had to admit once they were on the deck of the Jolly Roger. However, she knew there must have been some other reason why Killian wanted them to go on his ship. “So where are we going Captain?” she asked, going along with whatever the pirate was up to and wrapped her arms around Killian from behind with her head rested on his shoulder.

“Ah that I can answer,” Killian replied, “there’s a small island not far from the docks, it’s quite wonderful. I’ve been there myself before and every time I do I find myself wishing you were there with me.” While teaching Henry sailing, Killian had discovered the small but beautiful island nearby and the pirate thought it was the best place to ask for Emma’s hand.

“Oh Killian…well tonight you finally get that wish,” Emma grinned and kissed Killian’s cheek, chuckling curiously to hear him laugh. “What’s so funny?” she titled her head to the side slightly.

“Nothing love, I was just thinking about something,” the pirate shook his head and leant back gently against Emma. “It’s just the last time you accompanied me to an island you weren’t familiar with, you couldn’t stand the sight of me, or that’s what you used to tell yourself. Now look at us,” he admitted and gently got his girlfriend to move in front of him, positioning her hands on the ship wheel. It was his way of getting Emma to sail the ship with him and he kept his hook carefully on Emma’s waist with his one hand on her right hand to help her steer the ship’s wheel.

Emma loved how Killian would try to include her in activities he loved, such as sailing, especially if it meant they could be as close as they were right then. After the Underworld and dealing with Jekyll and Hyde, Killian tried to teach Emma how to read Ancient Greek. It wasn’t exactly easy but Emma gave it a try and thanks to Killian’s efforts she did learn a few words. He was a talented teacher. “You and I have been through a lot since then. You’ve proven to me you’re more than villainous pirate and I love you Killian. There’s no one else I’ve found it so easy to say those three words to.” It was only when Emma was reunited after being separated by realms when he returned from the Underworld that she could say ‘I love you’ to Killian during a time when things were just normal for them. And now, she had no hesitation telling her dashing pirate what she felt for him. “I guess you were right with what you said on Neverland about winning my heart,” the Saviour added while Killian helped her with the ship’s wheel.

Killian was honoured to be the one Emma expressed her love to. He was grateful that Emma felt comfortable enough to be with him without having her armour or her walls up. He still recalled the day the two met, when they went on their first adventure together. When Emma left him on the beanstalk. Killian thought she was beautiful from their first encounter but the moment Emma caught his interest was speech she gave him in Granny’s diner when Storybrooke was at the brink of destruction thanks to Gregg and Tamara. The speech that convinced him to go back to the town to give them the magic bean, instead of focusing on getting himself to safety only. It reminded him that perhaps he could care for someone other than himself.

The pirate also remembered the moment he and Emma shared below deck where they discussed Neal on the wat to Neverland. It had been the first time he had been so honest with someone in centuries. Unknown to Killian, it was first time Emma started to wonder that perhaps there was more to Killian behind his pirate persona.

“This is it my lady,” Killian declared and placed a gentle kiss to Emma’s hand. He then led an inquisitive Emma off the vessel to the grassy and flower-covered island. Making sure to take the satchel containing the sextant and his telescope with him. The Saviour thought nothing of it since she knew how Killian had a interest in stars and constellations.

“Wow, how did I never know there was an island like this near to where we live?” Emma spoke out in amazement, cuddling against Killian while admiring the island. It was the perfect place Killian could have taken her for their date.

“Aye, you’ll find there’s a lot more to the world when you’re not pre-occupied at the station or busy with a crisis,” Killian said while turning his gaze to the sky. There was a reason why he chose to propose on that particular night a certain constellation could be seen in the sky from the island.

Emma loved how Killian could get her to become aware and appreciative of the small details in life. One example of that was how he made her appreciate how calming and soothing the view of the ocean was. “Like what?” she asked sweetly, looking forward to her lover’s response.

“Like in the night sky for example, let me show you something Swan,” he suggested, starting the second part of his plan to propose to Emma, using his sextant to find a constellation. “This is a constellation known as Orion’s Belt, it’s one you can always see no matter where are you are, if the sky is clear enough,” Killian went on to explain, clearly passionate and knowledgeable of the topic. He then gave Emma the sextant, making sure it was still directed towards the correct constellation.

“I’ve actually heard of that, but I never knew you could see it any day or time of the year,” Emma was always impressed to discover Killian’s many skills and what he learnt during his time during the Royal Navy. She let her True Love show her more constellations as he moved the sextant so Emma could see them properly.

Killian could see how enthralled Emma was with what he was showing her. After a few other constellations, the pirate finally showed Emma the constellation he had been eager for her to see. “And this is the constellation of Altair and Vega,” Killian went on, taking the ring box carefully out of his jacket pocket while Emma was distracted with the constellation and the story accompanying it. “The legend states the stars represent how two people fell in love, the man poor and the woman rich, “ he began, knowing how Emma loved when he told her stories while they kept each other company.

“However, their parents disdained how close the two lovers were and schemed to pull them apart,” Killian could relate somehow to what that was like. He and Emma had been separated in different ways, but they still found their way back to each other. “As such, they made a deal with an enchantress who placed one lover on either half of the land. Stopping them from being together.”

This was the first time Emma had heard the romantic legend. It was only when she and Killian had the chance to be a normal couple and develop in a relationship that she learnt a glimpse of how knowledgeable her boyfriend was. He wasn’t just a pirate. Emma continued to look up to the constellation while her pirate spoke. “They were heartbroken to be kept apart and vowed to never love another because their love was too strong. The ravens sympathised with them and so, once every year for the rest of their lives, the flocks of ravens bridged the gap between Altair and Vega, giving them one night together until sunrise.” Killian had heard the story as a child long before he knew the constellation it related to. As his explanation concluded, Killian held up the ring to the lens of the sextant.

“That’s one of the mo-… hang on, Killian, I think something’s happened to the lens on this sextant thing,” Emma was about comment on the story, just as something appeared, blocking the view of the constellation. It was only when Emma lowered the device that she realised Killian was holding up a ring box complete with a diamond ring. “Killian is that….?” The Saviour couldn’t find the words to express what was going through her mind, feeling her heart drumming harshly in her chest. Was she about to be proposed to? Emma’s cheeks were coloured a rosy pink and Killian was relieved to see a smile rather than a look of hesitation.

“Swan I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” the pirate suddenly grew nervous at the prospect of proposing after feeling excited to finally ask Emma to marry him. “You know I have always thought you were beautiful love, but I still remember the time I fell in love with you,” he smiled, looking down to the ring box he held open. “It started when you took charge after arriving on Neverland, you were so bloody determined to find Henry that you wouldn’t stop at anything to get the lad back.”

Emma chuckled to herself through the tears of happiness ran down her cheeks. She knew what Killian was referring to and remembered when he expressed how he fancied her. Killian had been known to flirt, but from that moment, Emma was the only woman he wanted and tried to impress. It was the first time he had expressed some feeling to her, and Killian wasn’t surprised when Emma disregarded his claim at the time. He even tried flirting with her again by bringing up what he was like in the stories of the Land Without Magic but Emma just brushed him off.

“I was amazed by the bravery you displayed and I don’t know if you remember this, but in Neverland I once asked you about who you really were… I’m so grateful you allowed me into your life, to let me know you in a way that no one does,” Killian wrapped an arm around Emma when he noticed her tears. “You and I are kindred spirits Emma, I have never related this way to anyone before or felt such happiness as I do being with you. We come from different worlds and different lives but we share countless similarities,” he looked into his girlfriend’s green eyes. Hoping she didn’t think he was just warbling on. “And then our first kiss? Swan, that made me realise that I had fallen deeply in love with you. For the first time in centuries, I began to think about my future, a future with you, and when I expressed my secret to you in The Echo Caves, I knew for sure I wouldn’t be happy spending a life without you. You are my happy ending Emma Swan.”

Killian, having never been more ready, knelt down on one knee. Smiling up at Emma with the ring presented to her. The blonde could honestly not believe what was happening, after the day she had, Emma never once suspected to be proposed to at the end of it. Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn’t care as she held Killian’s hook while he was kneeling in front of her.

“You’re my saviour and my true love. Before I met you, I had given up on love until I found everything I ever needed with you. I finally know just what it means to let someone in, to let you see the side of me that no one does or ever will…Emma, my love, my princess, my saviour, would you give me the honour of becoming my wife?” Killian finally popped the question, feeling a large weight being removed from his shoulders. This was something he had been wanting to do for a while.

“So that’s why you brought us out here, you lied to me Jones, you said it was just a date,” Emma laughed softly in disbelief and wiped her tears from her face. She wasn’t annoyed, but elated. Marriage was never something she thought was in the cards for her. Her smile widened at how Killian was looking at her with anticipation for her response. When Emma was first proposed to by Walsh in New York, her heart was filled doubt and hesitation. She remembered feeling scared of the future and the change marriage would cause. However, when Killian proposed, she didn’t have any doubts or fears. If being the Dark One and having to lose her darling Killian in the Underworld taught her anything it was that she couldn’t be without him. A man who she was willing to do anything for and he for her. He was her happy ending too. How could she have any doubts?

“Of course I’ll marry you Killian Jones. I love you.” She confirmed and let Killian place the ring on her finger before she grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket, sealing the proposal with a passionate kiss. “I love you too,” the amazed pirate whispered against Emma’s lips and kissed back, deepening the loving gesture. The Captain and the Saviour pulled through every hardship pushed their way were finally getting married. Neither of them could be happier, it was the next step in their future, one they both deserved.

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