Remember that mini fic a while back, Time of Day pregnant!Belle? Something in that verse. She tells Gold, or Moe perhaps.
This is set directly after this.
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“Belle?” she can hear a voice, familiar and somehow unwelcome at this moment, from downstairs. It comes to her as if from underwater, far away and muffled. She blinks open her eyes: she’s somehow managed to pile a pillow and a duvet over her head.
At this moment, hands still covering her still-flat stomach, her whole body trembling, Belle sees no reason to move. “Belle I know you’re home!” the voice calls again.
Ficlet: Second Time Lucky
rabbit!verse christmas
Set after ‘Rabbits On The Run’, Rose is fifteen months old.
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Their first Christmas had been silent, awkward, and generally horrible.
It had been January before their ice had broken, but Christmas had been spent with Belle sat crooning carols to the top of Rose’s head, curled on her bed with her laptop, watching old movies and trying not to cry, and Gold had done the accounts in his study. She’d not wished him a merry Christmas, and neither had he. They hadn’t even spoken.
Ficlet: Left Behind
Okay, let’s try for a prompt: Mr. Gold was the one that got away.
(AU: no FTLand backstory)
Belle didn’t regret leaving Storybrooke.
She didn’t regret getting out of her father’s house, at last, and leaving behind the apartment above the florist’s shop that always smelt of pollen and soil. The moment she realised that living alone meant no more sneaking back after a 10pm curfew on a weekend, no more pretending she was out with the girls when she was on a date, no more trying to be an adult with a father who still saw her as a child, was a very happy one.
Fic: Crossed Paths (2/2)
Title: Crossed Paths (2/2)
Rating: PG-13 (I’m shocked, too)
Summary: Belle is a bounty hunter, and she is taken aback when the Dark One comes to warn her about her dealings with a certain pirate captain.
Follows on from A Monster To Be Slain, and Unkind and Twisted Things.
Part 1
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Belle seems to believe, as they always do, that Rumpelstiltskin’s vanishing from view means that he is truly gone.
Of course, that is not always the case. Especially not when Belle and Killian Jones have already met once this evening, and not when she is clearly so concerned about something. Something real and tangible, in need of protection.
Rumpelstiltskin already has a decent idea of what could have driven the woman to such lengths. He went to a similar extent himself once, after all, for a similar purpose.
Fic: Not One Dreamer But Two
Title: Not One Dreamer But Two
Rating: PG-13 (very small, minor mention of possible self-harm)
Summary: Maybe Belle isn’t the only one who wants to see more good than is actually there.
A/N: I had a bad night. I made a thing to let it out. In which I take one of my favourite poems - ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song’ by Sylvia Plath - and let Rumpelstiltskin run wild.
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again
(I think I made you up inside my head)
He always had something. Some little part of her, the scent in a room he hadn’t entered in a while, the little things in her old bedroom. He always had some reason to remember, and as long as one can remember than nothing is ever really lost.
But one morning, Rumpelstiltskin woke from what had been a rather impressive drunken stupor, and finds the west wing of the castle smashed to bits. He didn’t remember what had happened, didn’t remember if it had been his fault or the fault of some long-gone enemy, if he’d done it on purpose or by accident. But half his castle was rubble, and he could see little semblance of surviving furniture or decoration in the mess.
Fic: In The Dark
Title: In The Dark
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Belle calls Rumpelstiltskin herself when Ruby has her chained up in the Library. Spoilers for 2x07.
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Rumpelstiltskin gets a call in the evening. He’s home alone: he’s always home alone. He expects Regina to tell him Henry is hurt again, or perhaps Leroy to ask once again about his damned axe. Even the wolf-girl asking once again about her cloak - which he has not seen since it was stolen a month back, and he’s told her that - wouldn’t have been outside the realm of expectation.
“Rumple?” he hears a sniffle, a broken little sob, and he knows that voice all too well. He’s never heard it so small, so fearful and sad. His Belle should never sound like that.
Fic: Rumour Has It - Chapter 11
AU: Because of one little lie, everyone at Storybrooke University now thinks that Belle Charmin is sleeping around, and Professor Gold, the only guy who seems to believe her innocence, is totally off limits. Easy A!AU.
This chapter is also rated low NC-17, high R, so be forewarned!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11
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Rumour Has It
Chapter 11
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I… yeah, at this point, I should probably explain myself a bit. I should probably tell you that I woke up in my own bed, and it was all a - wonderful and entirely inappropriate - dream. Maybe it should all be in speech marks, because I’m sure if you cobbled together some of the crazy stories people were telling about me, you could get a version fairly close to the truth.
Unfortunately there’s no explanation. There’s literally no confession I can make at this point, no new bit of information, that can make what I did okay.
Fic: A Highly Guarded Secret
Title: A Highly Guarded Secret
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin has heard tell of the Queen’s ‘secret weapon’ hidden in the tallest tower. What he finds there is not what he expected.
A/N: So Straggle and I decided to have a friendly little smut-off based on the Belle and Hook scene in 2x09. What if Rumpelstiltskin found her instead? She challenged me to ‘bring it’. I hope you agree, dear, that I brought it.
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The sleeping curse.
Well, he certainly never saw that one coming. For all of Regina’s machinations, her hatred, he’d assumed that she would simply kill Snow White when it came to it. Then Rumpelstiltskin could ensure that a friend came rushing in at just the right moment and use some handily donated magic to heal her, and all would be well.
The sleeping curse was more difficult. It needed true love to be broken: Red Riding Hood with a healing potion just wouldn’t do the trick. Charming would have to break out of Regina’s palace, or someone would have to rescue him.
Fic: Crossed Paths (1/2)
Title: Crossed Paths (1/2)
Rating: PG-13 for this part
Summary: Belle is a bounty hunter, and she is taken aback when the Dark One comes to warn her about her dealings with a certain pirate captain.
Follows on from A Monster To Be Slain, and Unkind and Twisted Things. The first one is probably needed to understand this… Okay, basically Belle was a princess who was cast out from her family home and became a Huntress to survive. She came to kill Rumpelstiltskin, failed, and they had sex. They’ve met up and done the same a few times since.
Aaaand Bounty Hunter!Belle is finally back! For the anon who prompted this basic scenario, and Ched who has been wanting an update forever and never got one. Here you are my dears!
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She can feel him watching her.
Everyone is watching her: she is the knife-dancer in the clearing, centre stage. But they’re his eyes, Rumpelstiltskin’s eyes, that she can feel watching her as she moves.
He watches less, now, than he did perhaps a month ago. He comes near less often, watches for less time. But still he comes regardless of where she is or what she’s doing, dancing or walking or hunting, and still he watches. And for all that Belle does not like to be seen or followed, she cannot tell him to leave.
Fic: Master or Lover
Title: Master or Lover
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Belle and Rumpelstiltskin have a sexual relationship in his castle, but she still wants to see the world.
Part of the ‘Not Quite Yet’ series, follows on from Masked Affection, Honeyed Kisses, and Too Long On The Vine, although they’re probably not needed to understand this fic (certainly not all three).
A/N: So Chip and Marchie posted epic angst fic yesterday, and restarted the War. You have been warned.
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They were not husband and wife: of this, Rumpelstiltskin was certain.
What they were in actuality was much more of a mystery. They were friends, almost all of the time, almost-lovers in part and master and servant in others. When she finished cleaning - earlier and earlier, he found, as she discovered the parts of the castle he actually rarely used and could go untended, she seemed to always be somewhere close.
Fic: Hot And Cold
Title: Hot And Cold
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Belle has the flu, and Rumpelstiltskin prescribes ice cream as a possible cure. Amongst other things.
A/N: As a birthday present to the amazing Rose-Papillon I’m classing this as Creamy Rumbelle. It’s also pure smutty fluff :D I’m sorry it’s a little late, but here you go, dear!
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Belle missed their hamburger date, and Rumpelstilstkin was worried.
It started out as a nagging sensation in his gut, but he was certain that - were she truly not coming - she would telephone the diner and leave a message with her wolf friend. There was no cause for concern.
But a half hour passed, and Ruby was tossing anxious glances at the door as well, and when Rumpelstiltskin asked little Henry Mills - who now lived in the library any time he wasn’t with his grandfather - he said that even he hadn’t seen her all day. The library had been shut. No one had seen Belle.
#YES #YES PLEASE YES #BELLE #BELLLLEEE #FUCK #UUUGGHHHHH #COME ON #FUUUCK
Fic: Visiting Hours
Title: Visiting Hours
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Everyone’s been locked away at some point, and everyone’s had a visitor. Or what happens when the people of the Enchanted Forest can no longer run from their personal ghosts.
A/N: So this is a thank you to my 800 followers, because holy hell I have no idea how that happened but I LOVE YOU ALL.
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They are to move to the King’s palace in the morning. Regina’s mother sleeps, beside her sleeping father; her new step-daughter sleeps; her future husband sleeps. Everyone sleeps, and Regina wonders how.
She can barely close her eyes for memories and they bring tears and a tearing, bleeding gash where her heart should be. Every moment she tries to sleep, she hears that terrible, choking, gasping noise her mother tore from Daniel’s throat, as she ripped the heart from his poor shaking chest and crushed it to ashes. She hears not her own screaming, nor her mother’s stern admonishments. She hears only choke, gasp, thud, silence.
Fic: Elbows And Knees
Title: Elbows And Knees
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Belle and Rumpelstiltskin’s first time is not exactly the stuff of romance novels and daydreams, but they do their best.
A/N: Many moons ago, Fyre asked for smut where Rumpelstiltskin is not a sex god, and everything’s a bit difficult and awkward and giggly. This was the best I could do. Enjoy!
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Rumpelstiltskin was aware that his relationship was not all that the town believed.
Oh, he and Belle were seeing each other, of course. Hand in hand on the sidewalk and dinners out, roses on doorsteps. She had been quite right: it would take more than a kiss in the woods and some new clothing, a job at the library and some quiet lies, to win her back. Belle deserved honesty, she had earned that, at least, and more than that: Belle deserved courting.
So Iambic might have talked me into writing LBD Rumbelle!AU
LBD being the Lizzie Bennett Diaries.
Meaning that Belle is a video blogger through season 1, and Gold is both her boss and a subscriber. In the vein of “My name is Belle French, and my boss really hates the Mayor”
“My name is Belle French, and Doctor Whale just hit on me… again.”
“My name is Belle French, and the Mayor’s house just exploded.”
ect. Anyone would be interested in this? Could be a fun project over the winter break :D
