#jacques snicket x olivia caliban

[keqing-addict]

Talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could un-recall

How we almost had it all

- loml, Taylor swift, the tortured poets department

[vfdarlings]

leaves jacques and olivia art on your doorstep

SJSJSHSJSKSJSJSKSJSH UM I NOW OWE YOU MY SOUL ACTUALLY. THIS IS SO CUUUUTE

[acacia-may]

Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban? Fell in love with this ship during the Netflix series 💗

Oh Anon-Friend, thank you so much for this! 💖 It's a very rare treat that I'll get A Series Of Unfortunate Events ask, especially about Netflix Jacques and Olivia which is just such a great pairing! There's just something about the dynamic between these two in any universe that has always been of particular fascination and interest to me, but not to worry: I hear you, Anon, and will make sure to answer this ask for Netflix Jacques x Netflix Olivia specifically for you since things are definitely different there lol (and yes, I also absolutely ship them 100% in the Netflix series)! 🥰

Thank you so much for playing my song + headcanon game and for your ask! Your song and headcanon are below the cut.

This required some digging through my old Jacques x Olivia playlist (which I did have way, way back before I had Spotify or Tumblr lol), and I was pleasantly surprised with my options (which made for a bit of a difficult choice 😅). Ultimately, I decided on "Taxi" by The Maine. Aside from the obvious reasons (like the title and the whole concept of people falling in love in a taxi), I think there is this sort of bittersweetness to the song that fits with this pairing and this series, I mean the lines: "When you asked me, "Is the sadness everlasting?"/I pulled you closer, looked at you and said, "Love, I think it is" could have actually been in ASOUE, and I think the whole point of this song is that even if that sadness and the wicked way of the world "creeps on in," that doesn't change the fact that they love each other. There's something really beautiful in this sentiment of even though I can't save you or completely protect you from the sadness and unfortunate events that are out there, I can and will stay by your side and support you through it and you won't have to be alone anymore. That bridge is my favorite part of the song and has always really reminded me of Jacques in the Netflix series and of this pairing:

"I can't say that I can make you feel Complete or free from your worry But believe me when I tell you "Babe, you'll never be lonely" You'll never be lonely You'll never be lonely Don't you understand? You won't be alone again"

Taxi - YouTube

Despite the bittersweetness of that song, I'm going to give you a happier taxi-themed headcanon in a universe where they get their (much deserved) happily ever after:

On Sunday afternoons, Jacques and Olivia always go out for a leisurely drive in the taxi. Early in their relationship, it was just a way to unwind for a little bit and spend time together: catching up about the events of the previous week, talking about any plans for the upcoming week, and discussing anything that was on either of their minds. They continued the tradition after they married, and when they had children, they would go out for family Sunday drives together: sharing fun stories with each other, talking and laughing about their kids' interests, and playing car games together (and Beethoven, of course).

[artements]

Lemony doesn't know Jacques loved Olivia because Jacques left some message behind or he found some anecdote from others about the two of them.

Lemony knows Jacques loved Olivia because he found his brother's spyglass held to her body.

[snicketbae]

my contribution to @asouefanworkevent! some Olivia/Jacques for @accidentallylita 🥰 I imagined this to be a brief moment of downtime shortly after they met... and shortly before things went sideways.

hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun!

[perfect-snaccccccc]

someone stop me im so close to writing a series of unfortunate events x marauders au

think about it

Jacques Snicket is SO sirius coded

Remus as Olivia Caliban joining the VFD because of him and then carrying on his good work after his death

James freakin Potter as Beatrice Baudelaire because he is the SUN

REGULUS BLACK AS LEMONY SNICKET BECAUSE HE FELL IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG PERSON (BEATRICE) AND TOOK THE FALL FOR A BAD THING TO PROTECT HIM AND THEN HE IS LEFT WITH EVERYONE HE LOVES DEAD AND JUST TRIES TO FIND JAMES’ KIDS TO KEEP THEM SAFE BUT HE CANT FIND THEM

Mary as aunt Josephine because she was and still is so brave but then she lost everyone she loved and retreated to her house on the cliff

GUYS THIS WOULD BE SO GOOD SOMEONE PLS HUMBLE ME SO I DONT DO IT

[burningphantomsoul]

Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban Song (ASOUE)

Come Back...Be Here by Taylor Swift. The first verse might be form Jacque’s POV and the rest is Olivia after he dies. 

Lines that fit most clearly:

If I had known what I know now I never would have played so nonchalant

Taxi cabs and busy streets That never bring you back to me I can't help but wish you took me with you

And this is when the feeling sinks in I don't wanna miss you like this Come back, be here Come back, be here

[poeticandvaguelysweet]

#6 - Mountain Views (a Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban fanfic)

@crystalphobic : happy road trips in a taxi 

the only road trip about this is that they’re in the taxi, and use it to get some place. But, it’s not 100% road trip. I apologise. Hope it’s happy and fluffy enough to make up for it. 

AO3

MOUNTAIN VIEWS

‘That’s the beauty of books,’ Olivia sighed wistfully, head turned to the window as she watched the Hinterlands stretch out in every dusty direction. ‘No matter where you are or what you’re going through, they grant an escape to all sorts of places. Sometimes,’ she laughed, the sound soft and girlish. ‘I consider myself well travelled despite having done very little.’  

Sitting beside her, Jacques understood what was being implied. She hadn’t travelled not for lack of interest but from a lack of capability. Something, somewhere in the world had stopped her, and he was reasonably sure it was due to circumstance.

‘This is as far as I have been outside of the city.’ This was it, her first experience outside of the city and Prufrock Prep, and the world had handed her this. The Hinterlands. A vast space of nothingness. She deserved more than that. Jacques felt like if he could have had some control over the moment, the mission and the circumstances that surrounded them. He would have chosen a more fitting location.

Too caught up in his head Jacques forgot to put his indicator on before his hands turned the wheel of the car and sent the vehicle bouncing off the dirt path. In the following days, weeks, months and even years V.F.D would send them to all sorts of locations for all kinds of moral righteousness. For now, he wanted to show her something.

‘Where are we going?’ She asked, startled by their sudden and somewhat reckless driving.

Jacques grinned, humour cutting deep into his cheeks. ‘Off the beaten path, if you will.’ He could feel her eyes on the side of his head, curious as to why he had suddenly disregarded his very safe and conscientious driving. But, Jacques knew what Olivia didn’t. There was a shortcut to be found.

‘So, when you said it was your first day in the city … you meant it really was your first day?’

Olivia nodded as Jacques stole his eyes from the vast nothingness to lose himself in the sorrow filled depths of hers. He wanted to give her a reason to smile and an excuse to put her worries behind her. She deserved to shine as brightly as the sun, and even though the world was filled with woe, Jacques felt like he couldn’t be at ease unless she was blissfully happy. He had pulled her into this volunteering life, but maybe, just maybe he could make her happy on top of all that.

‘I’ve been at Prufrock for a very long time.’ The answer was easy, but the understanding was difficult. Just like the Baudelaires and the Quagmires, Olivia Caliban had been orphaned. ‘Librarian’s don’t get paid much when their libraries are only open for ten minutes a day.’ She couldn’t afford to explore the world, to leave the job that had taken her in as soon as she graduated. Once, Olivia thought it was a positive thing, back in the days where the library was open longer, and the principal was still around. She thought she could maybe run that school one day if she put her head down and worked hard enough. She was certainly loyal. Of course, things didn’t work like that. At least not for her and then Nero came along, and it all got significantly worse.

Books were her escape. He understood it the first time she said it, Jacques had often had moments like that. Books always would be the perfect form of escapism.

Beside him, Olivia yawned with her arms stretched out in front of her. ‘You can sleep … if you want.’ They had a long drive ahead, and he could see no reason (beyond keeping him company) for Olivia to exhaust herself. He caught the blush on the apples of her cheeks as she muttered a quiet sorry. ‘Nothing to apologise for.’ The sun was starting to set and based on their location, Jacques was confident they wouldn’t arrive until the morning was just breaching the skies. ‘The last few days have been long and difficult.’ The children were safe, finally. All five of them. Quigley Quagmire was something of a mystery that Jacques felt comfortable handing to someone else for the time being. He could break away with Olivia, if only for a day and then they could return to the restless volunteering.

She fought it for an hour, keeping her eyes open as the sky blended with the earth. Everything was orange, clouds and dirt dancing in tangerine. If it weren’t for Jacques confidence in his driving, he likely would have stopped until he could tell where the horizon broke in two. He kept on, eager to meet the sunrise upon their arrival. He knew she was giving into sleep when Olivia pulled her legs up onto the front seat and shuffled closer. Her head touched his shoulder, and Jacques swore his whole body ran impossibly hot.

She fell asleep like that, her hair soft under his cheek and smelling faintly of jasmine. Jacques wished at that moment that he wasn’t driving so he could wrap an arm around her to pull her closer. He didn’t want to take the risk, even if the road was straight and he wouldn’t be turning for hours. Instead, Jacques left her be mindful of the shoulder she snoozed on as he navigated them through the night.

[…]

Despite sticking to a reasonable and safe speed, Jacques was making excellent time. They would arrive earlier than anticipated although only by an hour or two. In these trying times, it was the small things that lifted him up. Even things as small and seemingly insignificant as the arrival time of a brief getaway.

Olivia woke before they arrived and Jacques had a distinct thought, that with her awake, or seemingly coherent enough to open her eyes, it could be an opportunity for him to get some sleep himself. He only needed an hour, just something to energise because God knows he had learned to function on less. There was no time for sleeping when the wicked walked the earth, setting fires, kidnapping children and sniffing close to the toes of those who had the sugar bowl.

He didn’t want to stop. So, he carried on with Olivia sitting somewhat shyly beside him like she hadn’t been sleeping on his shoulder for the last six hours. ‘You didn’t drool.’ He told her, catching an inconspicuous hand slide across her cheek. She blushed deeper, thankful for the dark of night that covered the depths of it.

‘Where are we?’ Olivia asked, moving back towards the window as she looked out, trying to squint against the landscape they were travelling on. One thing was for sure, they were no longer in the plains of The Hinterlands.

‘The Mortmain Mountains.’

‘Oh,’ She gasped, startled by that piece of news. ‘I never thought I would see the mountains.’ The admission was quiet, wistful as her warm breath fogged the window.

Jacques smiled, happy with his choice despite having a plethora of options. V.F.D were more than likely to send her here in the following weeks, but Jacques felt the need to show her what made The Mortmain Mountains so spectacular to him. In the hopes of offering her some small comfort if they were separated for her official indoctrination. ‘You won’t be seeing them so much as looking at the world from them.’ Her head turned, eyes wide and curious, sparkling even in the dark as if to ask what he had meant by that. ‘We’re headed into the mountains, Miss Caliban. But, perhaps, on the way back down we can stop and view them from below.’ He was already making a mental note, hoping to stash away a picnic if they timed their departure right.

‘I trust you.’ He didn’t know why she felt the need to say it, her gaze leaving him to return to the snowy landscape around them. Jacques felt humbled, warmed by the implication as his own cheeks flushed.

‘Was that being called into question?’ Jacques wasn’t able to help himself from asking.

She shook her head, ‘No. I — just, a lot has happened in the last few days. Strange, horrible … and wonderful things. I never would have thought I would be here. In Jacques Snicket’s taxi, the children are safe, the sugar bowl is being retrieved, and just a few weeks ago I had no idea about any of these things. Funny,’ she chuckled, ‘where life takes you’.

He wanted to stop the car and kiss her. It was all he could think about. This brave, intelligent, beautiful woman. She made him speechless.

‘I trust you. I just,’ she chuckled again, ‘cannot believe I wasn’t going to get in your cab at all. Where would I be now, if I hadn’t?’

‘The way I see it, Olivia Caliban.’ He turned to give her a dazzling smile. ‘You were destined to get in my cab, there are no ifs, ands or maybes. This was what you were destined for.’ Given what he knew now, Jacques wouldn’t change a thing. He would like to alleviate the children’s suffering, but everything that happened meant he almost hit her with his cab. Jacques wasn’t entirely sure what he would do if he had not have met her. It was horrible to admit. But, he would do it all the same. Or, perhaps, there was another cunning way to have her step right into his life. It was neither here nor there, this was the path they were on, and they were getting closer to his destination.

Most guests, especially newcomers were brought to V.F.D Headquarters blindfolded. It provided security for all involved. In fact, Jacques knew of a few select members who had only ever been to HQ with blindfolds on.

The place wasn’t like it used to be, not since the schism and if he was sincere it made Jacques feel a little morose. He was a little surprised it was still standing considering it had been abandoned for months. No one was safe anymore, especially in large groups even at a secret location disclosed to a trusted few. This wasn’t why he had brought Olivia, in fact, it had nothing to do with Headquarters itself and everything to do with the plateau in which it sat. Nevertheless, Olivia was in awe of the structure built into the mountain and standing proud.

‘You really have a wide reach, don’t you?’ She laughed, standing on the front steps with her head tilted to the sky.

He chuckled back, blissfully amused by her admiration. ‘Villainy knows no bounds.’ They needed to have someplace central to focus the volunteers and apparently the height of the mountains was it. Jacques really had no say in V.F.D’s Headquarters. ‘C’mon lets put on some tea, and I’ll show you around.’

They spent thirty minutes wandering the halls, Jacques showing Olivia this room and that, saving the library for last and allowing her a proper twenty minutes to dance her fingers up and down the spines of every book that pulled her in. He almost didn’t want to take her away, wanted to let her sit and read in comfortable chairs from whatever text she fancied for however long she pleased. Hell, he would more than happily join her after stoking the fire to keep them both warm.

It wasn’t hard to admit that Jacques Snicket would give Olivia Caliban anything and everything she wanted. Suddenly, he could relate to his brother and the feelings he harboured for Beatrice.  It made sense now, that kind of devotion surviving through to the bitter end. But Jacques was vowing to himself in that instant, as Olivia turned to him with glee, that he wasn’t going to push her out of his life the way Lemony had punished himself. He and his brother had their similarities, but they would be different on this cause. Jacques wasn’t about to let a beautiful brunette slip through his grasp.

‘We’ll come back to the library, I promise.’ He just had to show her something first.

Without realising, Jacques had extended his arm towards Olivia. As she returned to his side from the depths of the V.F.D HQ library, her hand reached for his, fingers lacing without a second thought. She blushed when his eyes travelled down to their locked hands, but neither pulled away. He was sure it had something to do with the library, filling every cell in her body with happiness until she was partly delusional with glee.

He led her through Headquarters, past sitting rooms, labs and an array of shining awards. The emblem of an eye lay scattered across wallpaper and stitched into the carpet as if it was a must that the decor matched the cause. The chandeliers glistened above their heads as they broke into the large ballroom where V.F.D held all its lavish parties. He wanted to see her, more than anything, dressed in a beautiful gown and celebrating with his friends. Perhaps even socialising with Kit and Lemony, drink in hand, smiles pressed to their cheeks. Jacques shook his head, he was being sentimental and foolish, letting his head take leaps and bounds before his rational thoughts.

The french doors were left open, curtains blowing in a slight breeze as the temperature from outside infiltrated the warmth of the building. He felt Olivia shiver, her hand tightening around his as her body hovered closer in a moment of shock before she acclimatised.

Despite its disuse, a housekeeper or three still wandered the halls. Keeping the dust away, the vermin out and the fridge fully stocked. They had set up a pot of tea and two cups out on the balcony as Jacques had asked and the sight alone almost warmed him thoroughly. But, it wasn’t on his mind for long as his eyes drifted to Olivia’s face, her fingers untangling from his as she stepped out into the scene he so thoughtfully wanted to share with her.

‘Jacques.’ His name fell from her lips on a breathless sigh he so desperately wanted to hear again. Her hand had lost contact with his only seconds before her fingers curled around the edges of the balustrade. She pushed herself forward, leaning into the barrier that prevented Olivia from plummeting to her death as a cold wind picked up her hair and threw the smell of it right back into his face. He was heartsick. Completely head over heels, and they barely knew each other. What was there to know when one was a brilliant and devoted librarian who cared about the wellbeing of orphans. ‘This …’ She was lost for words, staring out at the world that lay at her feet, the sun just rising.

He couldn’t move for a minute, entrapped in the glory of her wonder. The only reason he managed to find movement was because he couldn’t see her face, couldn’t read the dropped jaw and shining eyes that he so eagerly wanted to read.

‘I’ve never been up this high.’ She turned to grin at him, mouth open wide as a steady stream of laughed filtered from her lips. He couldn’t see the view, only Olivia, the sunset reflecting in her eyes in every colour imaginable, made beautiful by her magnificence alone. He would never experience a sunrise like this ever again, and frankly, Jacques could only mourn his want to live it over and over again with fresh eyes. ‘It’s beautiful.’ He could feel the sun start to warm his sides, rising steadily as his body came to live with every new inch drenching the skies.

‘You are.’ He told her, answering finally as the mango light reached her cheeks, breathless as he did so.

Stretched out in front of her, foreground to the rising sun, lay the world as they knew it. If she squinted, The City could be seen with it’s towering buildings and bustling streets. The road they arrived on was etched into the dirt somewhere along with the faint smudge of The Village of Fowl Devotees.

Everywhere she had been.

Everywhere she was going.

It was there, right at her feet as Jacques intended it to be.

Olivia stole away from the moment to look at him, the man devoted to her staring with a warm smile and cup of tea in his trembling hands. He wanted, badly, for this to impress her, to tick some imaginary box. Had he won her approval?

She kissed him, closing the space between them as her hand tucked itself into his jacket to curl in the fabric of his shirt. Olivia held on for dear life as soft lips met his, the man tasting of tea and sweet relief. ‘You are a marvellous man.’ She whispered against his lips, the sun warming them both and chasing the chill away.

‘And you are a marvellous, woman.’ He grinned, stealing a kiss simply because he felt he could. Olivia only smiled, dreamy and in awe, blinking at him like she had been renewed. ‘You said you weren’t much of a traveller, but here we are. The world is your oyster, Olivia Caliban. I will gladly take you wherever you want to go.’

‘Wherever?’ She asked, gaze suddenly coy as her eyes darted from his face to the fingers that were playing with the buttons on his shirt. ‘Do we have to leave right away?’ He felt the innuendo more than heard it, like every nerve in his body was in tune with hers.

Jacques swallowed, ‘wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go’. It was a vow, deeply embedded in an anxious promise to see where her first desire would take them.    

[caliban-snicket]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events (TV),  A Series of Unfortunate Events - Lemony Snicket Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Relationships: Olivia Caliban/Jacques Snicket Characters: Olivia Caliban, Jacques Snicket, Violet Baudelaire, Isadora Quagmire, Klaus Baudelaire, Duncan Quagmire, Sunny Baudelaire, Quigley Quagmire Additional Tags: Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, and i can't get over them Summary:

Redamancy, a word which here means: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

[singingaboutwishingx]

Lemony Snicket: I never had the privilege of meeting Olivia Caliban, but I do know my brother loved her.

Me, sobbing: HE DID HE LOVED HER SO DAMN MUCH

[vfdarlings]

whats your favorite part abt the jacques/olivia dynamic? :-)

i’d say it’s the banter and interactions!! jacques seems like, as part of vfd, he hasn’t talked about himself or his past very much to anyone, so in the show I love seeing him talk about his past with olivia and have her listen intently. they also have lots of back-and-forth, bantering dialogue (“how fast can we get there?” “how fast can you drive?”) and I just really enjoy the companionship between them. I’m of the firm opinion that great romances are build on a foundation of great friendships, and they have such sweet interactions that show how well they work together. even if there was no romance involved, they’d be such good friends and I love to see it.

[acacia-may]

THE TIME HAS COME TO TALK ABOUT JACQUES SNICKET AND OLIVIA CALIBAN, MY FRIENDS!

(Spoilers for ASOUE Netflix ahead and some book spoilers as well)

So I am absolutely loving these asks about [Netflix] Jacques and Olivia (Thank you so much, friends! 💖), but I feel bad for my anon-friends because I am sensing a sort of hesitant, nervous, making-sure-we-all-know-this-is-for-NETFLIX-Jacques x Olivia-so-this-ask-is-justified kind of energy which I can completely understand given the circumstances, however, I am the absolute last person who would ever, ever, a whole page of 'ever's judge anybody about this ship in particular. 😅 (Or maybe I'm off base here, and my anon-friends just really, really don't like the idea of Book Jacques x Book Olivia and want to be sure to differentiate? Which is a fair point too!)

Regardless, I feel it is time to come to come clean with you all about me, Jacques Snicket, and Olivia Caliban...

Jacques x Olivia was my ASOUE crackship before the Netflix series was released!

Maybe it was the drama™️ of it all? (A/N: Gotta love that sweet, sweet angst) Or this feeling I got while reading The Carnivorous Carnival that they had history maybe as good friends, maybe as something more, who knows? (A/N: It's the vibes) Maybe I took one (1) specific line from Olivia's whole 'confession' sequence in TCC, ran with it to the hinterlands of my mind and created an angsty betrayal subplot that had no business existing in the first place? (A/N: I did. I did do this. Pretty sure it was L.S.'s intention, right? Just kidding…) Whatever the reason (A/N: those are all the reasons, literally in the preceding sentences), I crack-shipped this for years prior to Netflix, and I will present the following texts from an exchange with my sister "Jackalope" (A/N: her nickname is a meme-y reference to ASOUE actually) as evidence that I was on board for this ship all the way back in the dark ages of February of 2018 when the trailer for Season 2 dropped...

(A/N: My sisters and I took these screenshots at the time & saved them as proof of this phenomenon so I was able to find them more easily that you might think 😅)

And well, my friends, (as I'm sure we all know), I am happy to say he did so much more than just sit in that car with her...

(Image from Shipping Wiki which I didn't know was a thing until just now! Glad that Jacques x Olivia is included there 💕 Image brightened up/edited by me)

After both of my sisters teased me mercilessly about even entertaining the possibility of Jacques and Olivia as a crackship, I cannot express to you my utter joy and delight in watching their Netflix counterparts fall deeply in love and be given this incredible romance storyline! I was so blessed and so vindicated, and I literally screamed when the kiss happened. Meanwhile, my sisters were watching in total shock like "I can't believe you actually predicted this!" 😂 We literally had to pause the episode after the kiss because everyone in the room just needed a moment to collect themselves (myself included).

All of this said, I promise I really do see Netflix Jacques x Netflix Olivia as a completely separate relationship (which I do actually ship to the highest, OTP levels). I am happy to report, however, that though Book Jacques and Book Olivia will always be a total crackship, my sisters did eventually concede it to me and never teased me about it again. And that is just how the story goes, folks. 😁

[A/N: Other fun facts about me, my ASOUE Book Series OTP is Dewey/Kit so as you can imagine, the Netflix series was a very, very good time for me overall, but that is, perhaps, a story for another time...]

TL;DR: I am the real Madame Lulu, and my inbox is always open to discuss any and all iterations of the Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban ship no explanation or specifications needed. (A/N: Of course, if you'd like to specify, that is welcomed and up to you. Just letting you all know this ship will never need to be defended or justified to me. We're all friends here 💖). Cheers, associates! 😁

[artements]

Jacques "Kissing my wife on the temple" Snicket

Jacques "Picking out my daughters outfits" Snicket

Jacques "2 AM literary debates because neither my wife nor I can sleep" Snicket

Jacques "Girl Dad" Snicket

Thank you.

[minervamylove]

It sure is great that Jacques Snicket and Olivia Caliban are alive and well and happily raising the Baudelaire siblings and Quagmire triplets somewhere safe but adventurous with lots of books 

[medusiodmycelium]

somebody pls write a Sound of Music AU where Jacques is a widower who lives with the Quagmires and Baudelaires and hires Olivia as a governess and then she worms her way into everyone’s hearts

[parksanddownton603]

Literally I started this season of ASoUE like who the heck is this librarian and why are they messing with the morally ambiguous book Olivia Caliban and what are they doing with her and Jacques Snicket, but I ended the season crying over how much I adore her by herself and with Jacques and how devastated I am that they’re both gone.