But here, have some Swan Thief:
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They were sprawled on the roof of the car, legs dangling over the windshield, and Neal was making up bullshit names for the constellations.
“Now, that,” he pointed to a random star, and she squinted as if she knew which of the million spots of light he was talking about, “That is the start of Carrowman, the Farmer.”
She shoved him, giggling, “That’s not a real one. Come on!”
“It is!” he protested, “I mean, it looked more like a farmer where I come from, but that’s definitely Carrowman. And over here,” he pointed in a slightly different direction, “There’s Rendellion, the Ogre-Slayer.”
“Okay, I knew sneaking you into a kid’s movie was a bad idea.” She snorted, but she curled in a bit closer, her head on his shoulder. One of his arms wrapped around her abdomen, his hand firm at her waist - safe, always safe, he never pushed past safe and warm and comforting, and she loved him a little for that - and he pulled her closer.
Title: Instinctual Reactions
Rating: G
Summary: Emma grows up without her parents, and Mary Margaret and David are both childless and estranged, and yet they are all still connected somehow.
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First steps
John Doe was in a coma.
Whale knew that: the nameless man on the third floor had been comatose since he’d been found an age ago. He lay stable but unmoving, unthinking, not really alive at all. They’d unplug him, had they the right, but mystery came without a next of kin, and the Mayor was only his emergency contact.
Because I’m a slave to trends
First fic of 2012: ‘Uncovered’
Last fic of 2012: ‘Charming & Me’
Favorite character: Rumpelstiltskin
Favorite paring: Rumbelle.
Most Common Rating: NC-17 mwaahaahaha
Favourite story: Time Frames
Word count: 564,511
Goal for 2013: Get something original published
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.
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 NC-17, 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 - Chapter 12
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Rumour Has It
Chapter 10
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They drove in silence most of the way, both happy not to force conversation. Belle, for her part, didn’t want to say any more: they’d already said far too much, and it was too easy, she felt, for them to slip right back in to the happy, friendly pattern they’d developed over the winter break. And that couldn’t be allowed to happen: that lead to tense conversations and hasty kisses and trouble, and the last thing Belle needed was trouble.
“How did you know?” she asked, finally, and Gold seemed to snap out of his own reverie to blink at her before his eyes snapped back to the road.
AU: Belle arrives, bruised and bleeding, on the doorstep of a lame spinner and his son. On the run from the war and its causes, her short stop-over becomes something else entirely.
A/N: Yes, it’s been over a month. And I’m sorry for that: real life took a turn for the insane and this fic is brain-eating enough that it got pushed aside. Anyway, again there are asterisks where any readers who dislike any kind of mature content can stop and start up again. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14
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Harmless
Chapter 12
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On their last day in their home, Belle awakens to the sound of her family cooking downstairs. She is pleasantly drowsy as she pulls her boots back on and climbs down to the main room. She has a husband and a son waiting for her. That’s enough to ward off the twisting unease in her gut, and for a few minutes more she can forget that they’ll ever have to leave.
The conversation over breakfast is kept deliberately light, not touching on their immanent journey, on the scare of the morning nor the emotion shared. Nothing is said of anything more than the wool they have to sell at market, and the gossip Morraine passed on to Bae while they played together a few days before.
Fic: In And Out Of Character
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Isobel French is a character actress at Disneyland Paris; Mr Gold is the investor who meets her every day. Disneyland!AU.
A/N: This is what comes of me having my new smartphone and two hours queuing for the Princess room at Disneyland. Pure, unadulterated AU-fluff. Enjoy!
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If they play the Mickey Mouse theme tune one more time, Cam Gold is going to murder someone.
He, strangely enough considering how he owns large share of the ground on which the damn park is built on, has no say whatsoever over what music is played. And while he could have the bastard’s boss’ boss fired, personnel on the small scale is entirely delegated.
He doesn’t want to have spent enough time in the horrid place to know the exact timing of the looped piped music. It is an inventive form of torture.
Fic: And Then The Hunt (1/maybe 2)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hierophant/Colonel Ives (Operation: Endgame/Ravenous crossover)
Summary: Heirophant was never normal, and sometimes she feels herself fraying at the edges; her husband is hardly normal himself, but he knows who he is.
I opened my ‘other pairings’ Scrivener folder and found this half-written. I’ll write the rest if anyone’s interested, but I just wanted to share. Set before ‘Selfish and Selfless’ but that’s not at all needed to understand.
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February 2nd, 2002
Heiro is standing on the balcony when she feels her husband find her.
She left him in bed, asleep on his stomach and naked as the day he was born, because her head was spinning.
She needed some air, but now she wonders if that’s all she needs.
The wind is up tonight, whipping her soft blonde curls around her face, tickling her toes where they dangle over the edge, and when did she sit on the edging? When did she start hanging her feet into the two-storey nothingness?
Fic: Older and Far Away (1/?)
Rating: R, I guess
Summary: Belle was not cursed, and lived twenty-eight years while Storybrooke slept. The night Emma Swan comes to town, she finds her way back too.
A/N: The first part of this was already posted a while ago, but since I put the first three parts I wrote together (and I don’t know how many people could even find that first part) I’ve added it on here. This is what happens when I have a bad night. This is also a Rumbelle War post.
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Belle, somehow, had avoided the Curse.
She doesn’t know how, and assumes it was the Queen’s wards around her prison cell that kept all of the magic, even the darkest and most powerful of all from touching her.
She lived twenty-eight years, in this land without magic.
Title: A Drunken, Half-Dead Lie
Rating: G
Summary: Belle finds a letter with her name on it, and Rumpelstiltskin has some explaining to it. Post-finale.
A/N: So that letter on ‘Untold Stories’ was fairly out-of-character and poorly written. However, I like the sentiment, and given personal things (that being Big Life Stuff tomorrow) I needed to write something. So this is basically how I would justify it, if it was officially Canon. It’s also angst with a happy ending, because that’s how I roll.
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Rumpelstiltskin has a crate of things in the back of the shop from the Castle.
And of course, Belle will never see them.
There’s no need for her to know the man he was after she left, any more than for her to understand the truth of his involvement in the Curse. She doesn’t need to see the cup she chipped, nor the little bits and pieces of her belongings he couldn’t bear to burn.
He burned her dresses, her books, the letters from home she did not take with her.
Title: Saturday, Midnight (Time of Day)
Rating: surprisingly, PG-13
Summary: Belle, fed up of being kept at arms length by Mr Gold, decides to stay away and spend the night with girlfriends. Gold has other ideas.
And so, a first! A non-smutty Time of Day, and the first part of a two-parter. Follows on from Monday Evening, and reading that first is advised to understand what happens here.
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“Alright,” Ruby sat back against the headboard, and brandished two DVD cases, “Are we drunk enough yet for Legally Blonde? Or should we go for 27 Dresses?
Belle knocked back the last of her drink, “Neither. Can’t we watch something cool, Rubes? Something not pink?”
“I like the pink.” Ashley protested, quietly, “I mean, Sean won’t watch them with me and the baby-“
“You want to watch The Full Monty again, don’t you?” Ruby narrowed her eyes at Belle accusingly, “Are you drunk enough yet to tell the truth?”
Cover for “Chalkdust” by Rufeepeach
NAWWWW!! LOOK AT BAE ALL REAL-WORLD AND HAPPY AND THINGS. This is lovely, thank you!!
This reminds me: I should be working on that companion piece sometime soon. After Harmless gets continued and Bay stops bugging me in Rumour Has It.
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.
A/N: Yeah, I planned on being all restrained and posting once a week or something. But I love this chapter to bits, so here it is. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12
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Rumour Has It
Chapter 2
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I don’t know why Storybrooke U is such a breeding ground for bitchy gossip, but Ruby’s voice carried far and everyone heard it.
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.
AN: Okay, so this is entirely Marchie’s fault. She asked for a college!AU inspired by the 2010 movie Easy A. However: while watching the movie is a wonderful and entirely hilarious use of your time, prior knowledge of the plot shouldn’t be vital for understanding this fic. It also deviates from the canon plot at several points, so it’s not a carbon copy of the movie itself.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12
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Rumour Has It
Chapter 1
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Just to set the record straight: I have only ever had sex with one person.
Ironically, that’s the one relationship no one actually knows about.
This isn’t a diary: my diary is sat across the room, staring at me accusingly. It knows I’m cheating on it with this. It can get in back of the line of people ready to accuse me of whoring around.
Title: Monday Evening (Time of Day ‘verse)
Rating: oh, so NC-17
Summary: Belle is sick, so Gold comes to her aid.
This was meant to be short, sweet, and entirely fluffy. Then Belle and Gold staged a mutiny, and this is what we ended up with. It’s a war post, by the end. More plot and storyline and we’re nearing the end now, promise.
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Gold swore that Belle had caught the cold on her own.
After all, he hadn’t gotten the least bit sick until after she had started sniffling. The cold that became a flu was most certainly not his fault. Even if the little knot of worry and guilt in the pit of his stomach begged to differ.
He managed to stop himself from rushing to her side for the eight hours he sat in his shop. She didn’t text, call, or in any other way communicate the whole time.
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Ru - 19 - British - writer - student - Christian - lefty liberal - crazy fangirl - Gremlin - Huffleclaw - Oncer - Dearie - Beauty - Ugly Duckling - Bosun of the Rumbelle War - Swan Thief Special Princess - TV Addict - bookworm
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