#fleve

[ask-the-almighty-google]

Has this been done yet

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

[samnotsammy12]

This is the look on Flynn’s face when Eve walks in looking absolutely STUNNING

It is episode TWO and this man is down bad for her it’s so cute

[tildeathiwillread]

"Do you have any idea what's on the other side of this door?" "No. But isn't it great?"

I love them your honor

[angelwiththeblue-box]

new kids in town

taglist: @sleepyandbi @blueskiesandstarrynights @pro-crastinate17 @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @canadiankat @genuine-possum @joshkiszkashusband @starchaserbaby (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

[serialadoptersbracket]

Round 1, Match 2: Flynn Carsen and Eve Baird vs. Keishin Ukai

Submitted kids:

Flynn Carsen and Eve Baird: Jake Stone, Cassandra Cillian, Ezekiel Jones

Keishin Ukai: Shouyou Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Hitoka Yachi, Chikara Ennoshita, Kazuhito Narita, Hisashi Kinoshita, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Asahi Azumane, Koushi Sugawara, Kiyoko Shimizu, Daichi Sawamura

Propaganda under the cut!

Flynn Carsen and Eve Baird:

Flynn is the Librarian, a genius in charge of protecting the world from magic. Eve Baird is assigned to be his Guardian, a combination of brawn and common sense to keep his feet on the ground. As it turns out, she spends most of her time corralling the junior Librarians--Jake, Cass, and Ezekiel.

--One time Eve and Flynn have a 'fake' argument to distract airport security and it turns into a real argument about how he's always leaving her alone with 'the kids'

Keishin Ukai:

One day ur a lonely 20-something working at the local corner store, the next ur a single dad and rookie coach to 14 wayward teenagers.

[spacephobos]

line art!

[tigereyes45]

For the requests:

Fleve nightmare hurt/comfort, please!

(Librarians)

Thank for leaving a request! Here is your story (there will be a link it's Ao3 page posted at the bottom): Where?

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Flynn woke up earlier than even his earliest morning. It was thirty seconds past midnight when his eyes opened. He checked the clock on the hotel room’s wall only right before he stepped out the front door. Ten after.

As he steps through the annex’s door his eyes rake themselves across the long table. Papers lie spread out across it. Cassandra’s seat had a chemistry set in front of it, with a rock sitting on top of it all with only a slim piece of paper keeping it from falling into the top vile. Curiously he couldn’t recognize the rock. He should know it. Maybe with a closer look, his sleep-addled brain could finally…Flynn takes a step toward the strange setup, before stopping himself.

Something was off. Pieces were clicking together in his brain as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looks around once more.

Where is everyone?

He raises a finger, wagging it at the silent air. There’s no scurrying amongst the shelves, no soft breathing as Cassandra works, no sudden inhalations over a very riveting part of one of the library’s books from Jacob. Not even the sound of tired complaints, soft mutterings, or even the occasional tinkering from Jenkin’s office. Fearful, Flynn turns to look at his and Eve’s shared desk. It’s organized to Eve’s liking, same as always. Or almost the same.

Flynn quickly strides over to the desk. Everything was in place. Her stacks of papers were neatly organized, pens were in the container, and the middle of the desk was completely clear. He looks around again completely confused.

Except the middle of the desk wasn’t.

Flynn’s eyes dart back down. As if appearing from thin air there was a small note written with short, curt, ink lettering.

‘I can’t do this anymore Flynn. You just keep leaving.

So now, I’ve left.

We’ve all left.’

No.

He drops the paper, and dashes down the hall towards the library’s doors.

No.

They’re locked. He can’t step out of the annex.

No. 

Jenkins is gone. Everything in his lab is empty.

No. 

Cassandra. Only books remain.

No!

Jacob. Nothing’s touch. Nothing’s there.

No!

Ezekiel. His room is picked clean, not even a speck of dust remains.

NO!

He practically busts down the door to his room. All of his things are still there. The paintings, books, and half-finished scrawlings on everything from the walls to random pieces of paper all about. Yet there aren’t any modern photos anymore. Her collage wall of their past adventures is empty. Her pillow is missing, and the closest doesn’t hold any of her clothes anymore. It was almost as if Eve had never been here at all.

In the middle of the room Flynn spins, until his head starts to swirl. He can’t stand anymore. She’s gone. His stomach lurches. Eve is gone. Flynn drops to his knees.

“Flynn!” He can hear her call his name. It sounds like a whisper, short, and low. As if she were afraid to wake him.

He should’ve woken up sooner. Return faster. Flynn raises his head and the walls start to melt around him. Maybe he shouldn’t have left at all.

When the world starts to shake, he squeezes his knees. What can he do? There’s no time. Nobody’s here.

The world gives way, and he’s falling. Air flies past him. It pushes up against the back of his head, driving the edges of his hair to scratch his skin. Hands grab his shoulders. Flynn forces his eyes open, and all he sees is the walls of the annex falling in, and around the whole that swallowed him continues. On and on and-

All at once his limbs jump to attention. Hands fly out, smacking against the bed, as he throws his head up, and legs out. Soft, damp sheets cling to his palms. He takes comfort in the solid, uncaving bed. Flynn blinks the sleep sand from his eyes. In between the third and fourth blink he registers the hands still on his shoulders. They give him a quick squeeze, before moving up to cup his face.

He steals a quick breath. Sweat, salt, Eve’s strawberry scented shampoo all hits his nose at once. Calloused, careful thumbs gently brush the last of the sand away from his eyes. 

“Hey there.”

Flynn blindly throws his arms around her. He pushes his face out of her hands and against her neck. Eyes still shut, he presses himself into her as much as he can. Eve lets out a sigh, before moving her arms around to hold his back and head. 

As his heart settles Flynn dares to speak. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am.” She sounds confident. So why did he feel so anxious? “Where else would I be?”

Where else indeed?

Maybe the nightmare had just been his subconscious reminding him of past mistakes. Could it have been riling him up in response to a deep seated fear? Who knows? He doesn’t need the answer. She’s here.

Eve’s right here in his arms, on their bed, deep within the annex. Home.

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I'll be taking writing prompts until October 16th at 11:59pm EST.

[silver-cleo]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), The Librarians (TV 2014)

Relationship: Eve Baird/Flynn Carsen

Characters: Eve Baird, Flynn Carsen, Jenkins | Galahad (The Librarians), Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Christopher Pike, Christine Chapel, Spock (Star Trek), La'an Noonien-Singh, Nyota Uhura, Erica Ortegas, Joseph M'Benga, Hemmer (Star Trek), Jenna Mitchell, Admiral April (Star Trek) - Character

Additional Tags: Episode: s01e06 Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e07 The Serene Squall (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e08 The Elysian Kingdom (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Fluff, Angst, Comfort, eve and una look alike, eve and flynn are married, post the librarians (2014), eve and flynn are in the future, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Language: English

Summmary:

Shore leave has just ended for The Enterprise and her crew, but the end of that time comes with an important mission. Hosting 2 Veritas officials of Earth for 2 months, and then their transport back to Earth. Veritas carries a great presence on Earth, the oldest known institution, highly prestigious, invite only. Working above all governments on Earth for as long as it had been recorded in history. The Library has a job to do, a job only its best Librarian and Guardian can do; they must prove that magic is restricted to Earth.

[galactic-pirates]

Twenty years after Eve and Flynn tether to the library, the passage of time, and what that means, finally hits her. Wrestling with the emotional storm Eve finds comfort in the understanding offered by someone she never thought she’d see again - her fellow Guardian, Charlene.

Written for the Librarians Prompt Month 2022. Day Ten - Understanding & Day Eleven - Their lives in the future.

Read it on AO3

[cathalcalumcolin]

Eve+Flynn | No Such Place as Neverland

[once-a-librarian]

If I knew how to make good edits I'd SO make one of Fleve set to Wanderlust by Frank Turner

[eve-baird]

[samnotsammy12]

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

“Okay, who said that, Plato?”

“No, it was Spock in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, but…”

The Star Trek references kill me every time bc SHE’S LITERALLY UNA

LIKE THE YEAR THIS SHOW ENDED WAS THE YEAR SHE WAS UNA IN DISCOVERY

[justreckin]

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

for fleve, or for platonic Eve and Ezekiel if that floats your boat

no hurry and no pressure!!

Genuinely shocked that I actually have something for this.  And it’s only been a few days 🤪 Now here's hoping you like it.

Waking up the morning after vanquishing Apep was... not fun.

Eve groaned, head already pounding, her whole back on large ache, her throat so sore that even just the action of groaning had her wanting to go back to sleep and not wake up for another century.

“How’re you feeling?” Flynn stood in the doorway, already fully dressed.

Eve glared at him.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.”  Flynn crossed the room, coming round to her side of the bed and settling several jars on her nightstand, “Can you sit up?”

 Eve gave it a valiant effort.  When that went about as nowhere as she expected it to go, Flynn reached down to help her.  His arm was gentle wrapping around her shoulders, but the pressure on the bruising and the intolerable stretch of abused muscles made Eve whimper.  Flynn froze, and Eve spared half a moment to be grateful he hadn’t dropped her.  “Just,” she gasped, “go slow.  Hurts.”

Flynn nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple.  “I’m sorry.”

Eve hummed, “What’ve you got?”

“Bruise balm.  The stuff Judson used to make always smelt vile.  But this,” Flynn opened the jar, giving it an experimental sniff, “Seems like Jenkins cracked the code.”

Eve was more than a little familiar with the Jenkins’ miraculous bruise balm, “Anything too strong messes with Cassandra’s head.  And it gave Jake a headache.”

Flynn began applying the cream to her back, mumbling something about medicine and scent.  Eve was mostly just glad she hadn’t bothered to get dressed last night after their we-made-it-out-alive celebrations.  Putting anything on this morning was something she’d only be willing to try after the miracle cream soothed away enough of the ache for her to feel half human again.

Coming back around to her front, Flynn frowned at the bruising on her throat.  “What happened here?”

“Apep,” Eve said, shifting her shoulders experimentally.

“When did he get close enough to you to grab you?”

“When he-as-General-Rockwell flung me into those boxes.”

“She picked you up by the throat?” Flynn yelped.  Eve arched an unimpressed eyebrow and Flynn hurried to begin applying the balm to the bruises on her neck.  “It’s lucky she was possessed,” he muttered, “and Apep’s vanquished.  Either of them try coming after my wife again and they’ll be sorry.  I’m very good with a sword, trained by Excalibur and everything.  Y’know, I’ll bet Cal would be happy to help--”

“Wife?”

Flynn froze.  “I, uh, well, I mean.  Significant other.  Girlfriend.  Partner, really.  Guardian.  Definitely Guardian.”

Taking pity on him, Eve slipped a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out the ring there.

“Wife, huh?” she smirked at him, taking the time to examine the ring she now held.

“It, uh, it was my mother’s...  How, how long did you know about...?”

“A while.”

“I, I wanted to, but with Apep, and the end of the world...”

Eve slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand, “I think I like the sound of wife.”

Flynn practically lunged for her.  Landing a quick peck to her lips, he pulled away before she could respond.  Moments later his lips were on her left cheek, then her right, her forehead.  Eve didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes until two gentle kisses landed on each of the lids.  As her eyes fluttered open, Flynn landed a playful kiss on her nose, before drawing back to kiss first her left, then right hand, then the ring now on her finger.

Standing tall once more, he smirked at her as if he knew exactly what her reaction would be.  And, well - Eve grabbed hold of the lapels of his jacket, yanking him into one more, proper, kiss - he probably did.

[emonydeborah]

Ooh ooh! Might I request 💚 true loves kiss/magic kiss/healed for either fleve or pikeuna??

of course!!!!

obviously this is more naturally fleve. HOWEVER

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"Spock, it sounds like you're telling me to kiss the captain, and that better not be what you're telling me."

"Affirmative, Commander." Una was certain he could imagine her expression as she could imagine his. But much as it might have improved her mood, his voice didn't waver as he continued. "Ensign Uhura believes she has found a way to speak directly to the Grimmorians. However, it will take several minutes, and Lieutenant Kirk is certain that if you are to reject their traditional welcome, they will be extremely-" He hesitated. "-displeased."

"Their traditional welcome is an Earth fairytale?"

"Taken from our databanks," Sam said. "It's actually pretty fascinating-"

"Define displeased," Una said warily. There were rustles around the clearing and Una's eyes pierced the foliage in all directions. But the only other person nearby seemed to be Chris, serenely reposed in a bed of flowers.

"The closest translation I can find is 'grave dishonor.'" Uhura's voice broke over Spock's, and she at least had the decency to sound nervous. "Followed by several.... violent glyphs that I'm still working on."

Una groaned and looked around the clearing again. Sure as she was that there were eyes on her, she couldn't pick out any distinctive features. Reluctantly, she looked back at Chris. This was the calmest he had slept in some time. If it could even be called sleep; according to her tricorder he was not breathing, but all his cellular functions were continuing normally.

"Are we sure there's no other way?" she asked desperately. Chris wouldn't mind, she knew that. The problem would be making herself forget it and moving on. It was already hard enough not to imagine kissing him without the tactile experience. Heat crawled up her cheeks.

"Not as of now, Commander," Spock answered. Una resisted the urge to bang her head off one of the picturesque tree trunks.

"Stand by," she growled, and closed her communicator. She marched over to Chris and knelt beside him. Not one hair was out of place, his uniform was perfectly pressed and unwrinkled. Just like a princess, Una thought wryly.

Quickly, so she wouldn't talk herself out of it, Una leaned over and pressed her lips to his. Desires she had put a lot of effort into repressing kept her there for a few seconds, cataloguing the entire experience.

To her shame, she wasn't sure how long she would have stayed if Chris hadn't twitched. She jerked away as he blinked his eyes open. "I can't believe that worked."

Chris frowned up at her as he took stock of the situation, but he seemed to decide there was no immediate danger, and he cocked a tiny smile.

"Are you sure it did?" he asked casually, like he wasn't lying on a forest floor.

"What do you mean, of course it-" Chris reached up and stroked her cheek, and Una went silent.

"You should probably try again," he said. "Just to be thorough."

A slow smile spread across Una's face, and Chris grinned as she leaned down and kissed him.

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thanks @justreckin!

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