OKAY. Took this request as an excuse to draw fanart for fic written by one of my favorite irl ladies <3333. Although these can’t possibly match up to the actual complexity and imagery of the story, here are few vignettes inspired by scenes from Inking Indigo!
If any of you are fans of ML, I’d recommend reading all of her stories-!
“Ninth grade, my date is orange and I’m sporting a screaming sunburn. Tenth grade, our limo driver Jim Boy Jed the criminal delivers in a cop cruiser. Eleventh grade, it gets worse. Hopped up on pain killers, I arrive with a date who doesn’t like girls on the special bus. Hello everyone! Happy prom! Isn’t this so perfectly festive?”
The Librarian is a Cursed!Killian AU series taking place during the events of season 1. Installments are written out of chronological order and as the muse strikes. It is not a traditional multi-chapter and I assume the reader has familiarity with the events of season 1. Chapters can be read in any order.
This installment takes place after 1.17 “Hat Trick” and after Part 4: Sink or Swim
Emma contemplated the illustration of the Mad Hatter thoughtfully as she sipped at her Coke. Henry had given her his book that morning; his smile heartbreakingly hopeful at her interest. She hadn’t told him about Jefferson or the kidnapping and she didn’t plan to. But she had to talk to someone and so had brought the book with her to lunch in the hopes of discussing it with James. She had plopped into her usual booth at Granny’s and read while she waited for her grilled cheese and the librarian.
She was half-way through her meal when it occurred to her he might not be coming. They hadn’t made arrangements to meet but they never made arrangements. It just happened that they both liked the diner and had lunch breaks at the same time. At least that is what Emma had been telling herself right up until the afternoon almost a week ago when James asked if she would like to go to dinner with him and she realized that she had been lying to herself since that moment under the mistletoe. What she felt for James was more than just casual friendship.
She had said yes because she couldn’t refuse him when he looked so hopeful, blushing as he scratched behind his ear. But later as she hung her jacket next to Graham’s and rubbed at her swan pendant she had determined that they could never be anything more than friends. No matter how attractive she found him–and she could admit that he was attractive in a lost puppy way–or how well they got along, they could never grow into something more. James was a wonderful person but deep down Emma knew that he could never truly understand her. How could a man that had lived a happy, normal life, and whose idea of breaking the rules was returning a library book late ever comprehend all the broken pieces that made up Emma Swan? She had rehearsed her friend zone speech a few times but never delivered it because between Kathryn Nolan’s murder, James’ near drowning, and Mary-Margaret’s arrest, the date had never happened.
The front door opened and Emma looked up from the book only to be disappointed by the appearance of Carl and Ellie shuffling into the diner.
“That book worm of yours stand you up?” Emma twisted to see Granny standing just behind her with her arms crossed and a to-go sack in hand.
“He isn’t my anything and it’s not like we had plans to eat together.”
The older woman gave a “humph” and held out the white bag. “Right. Well I made his usual if you want to deliver it.”
Being caught in the rain sounds way more fun than it actually is. One minute you’re shooting an outdoor scene and the next you’re soaking wet. But since the scene was in the rain anyway, you just suck it up and try to do your best while shaking because of how cold it got. Needless to say, I ran home right after to warm up and snuggle with my puppy. I hope you’re all safe and not out there much.