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Ru - 20 - British - writer - law and politics student - Christian - lefty liberal - feminist - demi-bisexual - fangirl - bookworm - gamer -Whovian - Water Tribe - Ravenclaw - King's Musketeer - Dearie - Rumbelle War Veteran - Swanfire - Doctor/Rose - Jeff/Annie - Annamis

Lover of things small, dark, quiet and messy

Fic: All In A Row (2/2)

please-dearie:

rufeepeach:

Title: All In A Row (2/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their two Christmases in Storybrooke)

A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.

Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row.
Wherethewildthingsarenowadays prompted for the Six Months of Rumbelle Anniversary: Picnic: he wants to propose, she wants to snog him on the grass, misunderstanding.

The song  used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2


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You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

He showed up on her doorway on Christmas Day. Well, night, really, since she and her father had eaten their dinner, and he was already asleep on the couch. She was tempted to slam the door in Rumpelstiltskin’s face, but that had never been her role.

In their little tragedy, Belle knew, she was the one on the receiving end of a door slammed. Her own would always be open for him, and she hated that that would never change

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This fic is beautiful, wonderful, romantic, in character, and truly, truly heart wrenching. I am a mess and feeling all the feels. One of my favorites.

Bravo, madam.

Thank you! <3

  #fic: all in a row  

Fic: All In A Row (2/2)

marquesadesantos:

rufeepeach:

Title: All In A Row (2/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their two Christmases in Storybrooke)

A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.

Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row.
Wherethewildthingsarenowadays prompted for the Six Months of Rumbelle Anniversary: Picnic: he wants to propose, she wants to snog him on the grass, misunderstanding.

The song  used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2


—-

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

He showed up on her doorway on Christmas Day. Well, night, really, since she and her father had eaten their dinner, and he was already asleep on the couch. She was tempted to slam the door in Rumpelstiltskin’s face, but that had never been her role.

In their little tragedy, Belle knew, she was the one on the receiving end of a door slammed. Her own would always be open for him, and she hated that that would never change

Read More

My heart just broke.

…Thank you? Sorry? IDK the correct response here…

  #fic: all in a row  

Fic: All In A Row (2/2)

Title: All In A Row (2/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their two Christmases in Storybrooke)

A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.

Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row.
Wherethewildthingsarenowadays prompted for the Six Months of Rumbelle Anniversary: Picnic: he wants to propose, she wants to snog him on the grass, misunderstanding.

The song  used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2


—-

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you

He showed up on her doorway on Christmas Day. Well, night, really, since she and her father had eaten their dinner, and he was already asleep on the couch. She was tempted to slam the door in Rumpelstiltskin’s face, but that had never been her role.

In their little tragedy, Belle knew, she was the one on the receiving end of a door slammed. Her own would always be open for him, and she hated that that would never change

Read More

  #rumbelle    #belle    #rumpelstiltskin    #six months of rumbelle    #mr gold    #ouat    #fanfiction    #fic: all in a row    #rumbelle war  

Fic: All In A Row (1/2)

bloodydeath11:

rufeepeach:

Title: All In A Row (1/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their first two Christmases in Storybrooke)

A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.

Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row. The song  used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.


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She listens to the same song ten times in a row.

It’s not a love song, not really, not in the way a normal person would hear it. And yet somehow, Irish brogue becomes Scottish burr to her ears, and she smells whiskey and crushed rose petals when it plays.

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WELL THEN……HAPPY FUCKING 6 MONTH ANNIVERSARY

on a brighter note, this:

“I mean, you weren’t throwing snowballs at Gold’s Barbie Dream House.”
Belle snickered, “He insists it’s coral.”

made me laugh so hard xD

…oh god you guys are going to murder me for part two.

Also: yes. I like to think Emma calls it that in her head all the time.

  #fic: all in a row  

Fic: All In A Row (1/2)

iambicdearie:

rufeepeach:

Title: All In A Row (1/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their first two Christmases in Storybrooke)

A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.

Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row. The song  used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.


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She listens to the same song ten times in a row.

It’s not a love song, not really, not in the way a normal person would hear it. And yet somehow, Irish brogue becomes Scottish burr to her ears, and she smells whiskey and crushed rose petals when it plays.

Read More

Oh good God it hurts. 

…just wait until part two <.<->.>

  #fic: all in a row