Fic: The Best of Company
Title: The Best of Company
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bay/Graham
Summary: The Golden Dagger is a strange ship, by Rab Graham’s approximation. No cells, a reputation for loyalty and honor, and the least pirate-like Captain he’s ever come across.
This might be the start of a massive general OUAT pirate!AU. Huh. For Fyre, because we had a deal and I finally filled my side :)
Fic: Care and Caress
Title: Care and Caress
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin arrives home battered and bruise, and what can Belle do but look after him?
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Rumpelstiltskin was the Dark One.
Everyone in the Realms knew that. They sang songs and told ghost stories about his mottled, scaly skin and claws stained with his enemies’ blood. About how he stole and tortured and killed his way through every kingdom he came across, and how even the Evil Queen of the Forestlands bent her knee to him.
Fic: The Eye Of The Beholder (4/4)
Title: The Eye Of The Beholder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Belle is blind, and Rumpelstiltskin is a demon, and both are cursed and more than a little broken.
A/N: Yes there’s four chapters instead of the planned three. Deal with it.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
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They heard her name shouted, a madman’s raving in the dark.
He’s a stupid, stupid creature, her Rumpelstiltskin. Belle had thought he’d have the decency, or at least the wit, not to mention her to anyone. She is gone, she has not seen him since that terrible morning where they cried on the floor, and he hurled her far, far away from him. He has not come for her, and she has not gone back to him. Whatever they had, whatever magic they made together, died that day.
Fic: The Eye Of The Beholder (3/4)
Title: The Eye Of The Beholder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Belle is blind, and Rumpelstiltskin is a demon, and both are cursed and more than a little broken.
A/N: Yes there’s four chapters instead of the planned three. Deal with it.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
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Chapter 3
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It’s ironic, Belle thinks bitterly as she walks away from the castle, down the road and away from home, that she should regain her sight only to be sent to stumble in the dark, half blinded by tears.
The moon is out, at least, lighting her way. It hasn’t changed - and why would it? - since she saw it last, as a child in her father’s palace. The sight is comforting: the moon shines over her home as well, and over Rumpelstiltskin, and now she can see it as bright as he, as clear as he, for what good it does her.
Fic: Needful
Title: Needful
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin is away on a deal, and Belle gets lonely.
A/N: So a while back Sco and I were talking about smut ideas, and we talked about what could be done with a magic mirror. It’s also a belated birthday present to both Sco and Cal, because I love them both very much, and they’re also the biggest smut fans I know :D
It’s part of my Not Quite Yet series, between ‘Too Long On The Vine’ and ‘Master or Lover’, but all you need to know is that Belle and Rumpelstiltskin are in the Dark Castle, and have a sexual relationship without being in True Love yet.
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Rumpelstiltskin was away; he hadn’t thought to tell her where he’d gone.
Belle didn’t care to know, either. It was easier not to ask, and to busy herself sewing or reading while he was away than to know and wonder if he’d lied. If he’d actually gone to steal a child from its mothers arms, or to murder a man in his sleep, spill blood on cold cobblestones for some wicked magic. Belle did not want to know Rumpelstiltskin’s secrets, and so she did not ask.
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I need a fic of this.
I don’t know what it is, but I need it. Belle gets caught banging on drums. I just need it now.
Mr Gold’s music shop was just that: a shop.
Not a public practice space, not a club, not a teaching centre. A shop. A place of business. If someone wanted to strum a guitar or creak the bow against a violin, then they had bloody well be intending to buy it after.
Miss Belle French didn’t seem to understand that.
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Her lack of understanding persisted no matter how many glares or pointed looks to the ‘do not touch without intent to purchase’ signs were thrown her way.
He knew her father, the florist who worked just off Main and lived above the shop. He was just making rent, he knew, and using his daughter’s labor to get by. She was always in the office: Gold had never met the girl on collection day. Her father was a waste of space, a fool who pleaded pathetically for leniency every damned month and never expected the harsh response he received. Gold assumed, were he to throw the girl out of his shop on her ear, he’d get the same begging response.
But she was in again, today, and he had to admit that showed some guts. He didn’t know what more he could do - beyond actually speaking with the woman, which he knew would get him nowhere, if she was anything like her father - to dissuade her. She was sat at the baby grande piano in the corner, playing ‘The Entertainer’, complete with chords. She was, at least, improving: she could only manage the top notes last week. This week she was onto chords, and doing them well, an achievement that the former concert pianist in Gold could appreciate.
What he could not appreciate, or tolerate, was her insistence upon practicing on a piano she clearly had no intention of actually buying.
Finally, finally, today he would say something. He would risk hardening his sour, bastard reputation and throw her out.
That was why he’d yet to approach her. Certainly not because her long blonde hair was shimmering and gold, or because her floral scent and bright blue eyes made the very air of the shop seem warmer and sweeter. It was simply because he had too many crimes already to his name. It was just good business.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said, and Belle ceased her little performance and looked up at him, “do you intend to buy this?”
She blinked at him with those damnable blue eyes, and then shook her head. “No one else will either, though,” she argued, “no one in town could afford it!”
“Then, if you please,” he said, through gritted teeth, “would you kindly stop wearing down my merchandise?”
“There’s no need to be so grumpy about it,” she said, stubbornly.
“It’s my shop, dearie,” he replied, annoyed further by her arguing back. No one argued back to him. No one. “I can be as grumpy as I like, I think you’ll find. You are barred from this piano until you plan to pay for it.”
And with that, his piece said, Gold stalked off to the front to help the Tillman family find a recorder for little Ava. Belle saw herself out.
The next day, he both hoped and dreaded the little ring of the bell, that would indicate a customer. He was hidden in the back room, as he always was on weekdays when there were few customers. The bell told him when someone entered, and he could go and see to them or not as he wished. No one would steal anything, after all: not if they enjoyed having a roof over their heads.
He hoped it would ring, and hoped that it wouldn’t. He’d driven that French pest away, it seemed, and thank goodness. She’d been coming in every day for weeks, playing that piano and practicing. He chose not to examine why it’d taken him so long to drive her off.
The bell rang, and he didn’t look up from his repairs to see who it was. Anyone who needed him could call, after all.
That was when the drumming began. Loud, out of rhythm, clumsy and entirely discordant. Not the experimental tapping of a potential buyer, or the practiced rhythms of a professional. No, this was the drumming of someone who had picked up the sticks and simply decided to bang any visible surface as hard as they could
As hard as she could, apparently. He knew who it was before he came out.
Belle French looked murderous as she walloped the drums, crashing and banging as if she’d bring the whole shop down around his ears. “What in heaven’s name are you doing?” he cried, after his shock had abated and he could speak.
She stopped entirely at the sound of his voice, catching the symbol with her elbow and stopping it with an apologetic little face with her hand. Then the anger returned. “You banned me from the piano!” she explained, and then with a wicked little smile, “But not the drums. Enjoy the solo!”
She went back to work, banging away until Gold had to catch her warm, smooth arm to stop her. “You can’t play instruments without paying,” he explained, firmly, “it’s a shop rule.”
“I’d pay if I could,” she muttered, and then louder. “You never let me explain.”
“Explain what? How you’d pay or why I’m a bastard who should go to hell, I’ve heard them both.”
She shook her head, “Neither. I just wanted to explain that that piano is second hand. It was my mother’s until she passed away, and my father had to pawn it. I promised her I’d play Amazing Grace for her on her fortieth birthday, and it’s three months away and I… well, I forgot. I got busy, I had high school and then the shop and… fuck, you don’t care at all. Look, the point is I need to play that song on that piano on the third of June.”
“And the drumming?”
She looked a little shamefaced, “I also have temper. I should have mentioned that.”
He thought for a moment, utterly stunned by the woman’s candor and lack of shame. Anyone else might have lied or made it a sob story about the dead mother, or offered some kind of payment. Belle simply told the truth, and waited for him to accept it.
“You can play The Entertainer?”
“It was a child’s set piece,” she explained, “A stepping stone. Amazing Grace is next in the book.”
He nodded, and then, without examining his motivations, firmly took the sticks from her and set them down. “Bring this book with you tomorrow, with the sheet music, and we’ll work from there. Your timing is good, but your chordal rhythm needs a lot more work. You do inventory for your father, yes? He mentioned it on rent day.”
“Inventory?”
“I know your finances, Miss French: your father is unsubtle in his accounting. You can pay with your services, one hour of work for one hour of tutoring.”
He walked away, enjoying how he’d left her entirely dumbstruck in his wake. “And no more drumming!”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly11hhjrSf1qhuee2o1_400.gif)
I need a fic of this.
I don’t know what it is, but I need it. Belle gets caught banging on drums. I just need it now.
Mr Gold’s music shop was just that: a shop.
Not a public practice space, not a club, not a teaching centre. A shop. A place of business. If someone wanted to strum a guitar or creak the bow against a violin, then they had bloody well be intending to buy it after.
Miss Belle French didn’t seem to understand that.
#rumbelle #fanfiction #I tripped and then there was fic #woops
Fic: The Eye Of The Beholder (2/4)
Title: The Eye Of The Beholder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Belle is blind, and Rumpelstiltskin is a demon, and both are cursed and more than a little broken.
A/N: I wanted to add more scenes to this part, but they felt superfluous and didn’t add to the plot any. I might write more as little scenes and outtakes, though, there’s a certain ballgown I want to play with…
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
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Chapter 2
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After that surprising initial hug, whatever boundary to physical contact they had shared seems to have broken. Suddenly, Belle is caught in a whirl of little guiding touches to her arm or back, and the near-constant sensation of him beside her - closer than he ever would have dared before - before placing a hand on her shoulder to help her down the stairs or around a corner.
Rumpelstiltskin seems to almost hover, these days, and more often than she expects his hand slides into hers, and she is lead that way through the passages without ribbons to guide her.
Fic: The Eye Of The Beholder (1/4)
Title: The Eye Of The Beholder
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Belle is blind, and Rumpelstiltskin is a demon, and both are cursed and more than a little broken.
A/N: This is another one of those stories I’ve had planned forever, and another that is also Fyre’s fault. Blame her.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
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Chapter 1
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Everything in the Dark Castle is neat and orderly.
Every coil of thread, every artifact, every trophy and exacted price, every little treasure or trinket has its own nook to call home. Nothing lies about, ready to be stepped upon. For a creature born of whirling chaos, Rumpelstiltskin maintains order like a peasant cook in a manor: all things where they should be, and nothing out of place.
Fic: Harmless - Chapter 14
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: I suck at updating, I know, sorry! I’m still amazed that this story won best woobie!Rum at the TEAs! Enjoy, my loves!
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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Gaston is smiling as he leads Belle through the crowd, and his hand on her arm is too firm, almost painful. She knows it’s only a reaction to the urgency of the situation, the severity of the dangers they face. He’s risking life and limb to sneak her into her own father’s castle, and all for a chance to say goodbye to a man on his deathbed.
Belle knows she will never be able to repay this kindness. To be caught would spell the end for them both, and yet still Gaston’s hand still half drags her through the swarming market day crowds of the city, toward the golden palace gates Belle remembers so well.
Fic: Archetype
Title: Archetype
Rating: G
Summary: Ouran HSHC crossover - Belle French, a transfer freshman at the elite private school, Storybrooke Prep, finds an unexpected group of students while looking for a place to study
A/N: A truly silly little present for iambicdearie, because we had a deal and I suck at keeping my side of it.
Fic: Comfort In Words
Title: Comfort In WordsRating: very NC-17
Pairing: Bay Gold/Graham Hunter
Summary: Bay and Graham go shopping for books; no books are found
A/N: So this is actually a really smutty prequel to my Bay/Graham and Rumbelle fic that’s sort of college!AU. But this alone is basically just your straight up college!AU. With a lot of smut. Bay looks like this because I started this well before Nealfire.
For Fyre because she promised me Rutherglens in return.
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Bay Gold had discovered, through a good few months of trying desperately to be clandestine, that Graham Hunter had a certain exhibitionist streak to him.
Fic: Yellow (Sunbeams, blondes, and lemon shampoo)
Title: Yellow (Sunbeams, blondes, and lemon shampoo)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Baelfire was running away, but Neal prefers to chase. He starts another new life in another new world. Swan thief.
A/N: WOOO FINALLY NEAL POV. Thank you Manhattan! For Celina, but let’s face it, all my swan thief fics are for her :)
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Baelfire’s only been in this world without magic for a few days, and he hates it already.
It’s a disappointment: it has taken him so much longer than he’d expected to get here, and he’s been dreaming of settling someplace far away from fairies and magic and the dark for so long. He wanted to get to this place, the world he was promised so very long ago, and know peace.
Fic: Cuffed
Title: Cuffed
Rating: very NC-17
Summary: Rumple’s knack with handcuffs comes in handy.
A/N: A smut piece I’ve been working on for months and never got finished, now done and dusted in honour of my lovely twin! ASSISTANT DIRECTOR AND SHE’S JUST A FRESHMAN THAT DESERVED SOME CELEBRATING OK.
It’s set in some nebulous time after ‘Crocodile’ but before ‘Outsider’. So maybe around ‘Cricket Game’.
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Belle slept over last night.
Rumpelstiltskin can barely believe it. It’s been months since she strode out of the mines, since he told her the truth and said goodbye. He had honestly assumed, in that moment, that he’d never see her again. Or worse, that she would be a private ghost, someone desperately yearned for, seen every day, from whom he was always barred.
Fic: Irresistible Force (1/?)
Fic: Irresistible Force
Authors: Rufeepeach & Fyre
Rating: PG+
Summary: She held the keys to his cell in her hands. But a curse can change a lot of things, including who is bound and who is freed.
Notes: Really, don’t leave us alone again. You’ll regret it. Also, I believe Ru said this was a prompt from DDAgent :) I hope you don’t mind it being shared around
AND POSTED. YES :D
Going to bed with the new Rum pic fresh in my thoughts.
There had better be porn from this.
Twin, I’m looking at you.
I have an awesome idea based on both Rum and Belle’s newly released pictures.
It’s not a happyfunsmut prompt, though. It’s an angsty rip-your-heart-out smut prompt. Eheehehhehehe…
