Fic teaser: The Eye Of The Beholder
AU: Belle is blind
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“You were not always,” he waves a hand before her face, the black silk fold that modestly protects her sightless eyes and wrinkling his nose to an effect she, of course, cannot appreciate, “like this, then?”
She shakes her head.
“Sickness as a child?” he guesses, lightly, as if it matters not at all. “An accident?”
“Oh, definitely not that. This was entirely planned, I assure you.” She smiles as she shakes her head, as if he is a naive child whose questions are indulged. As if her jaw hasn’t tensed, and her needle isn’t working a little faster, harder, almost stabbing the slipper in her lap.“I’ve always been my father’s only asset, and his liability. Do not think you were the first to exploit that weakness.”
“A curse, then?” Rumpelstiltskin feels an odd nausea settling in his stomach. It is unsettling, having something so deeply in common with the princess he’s stolen on a moment’s whim.
“Mmhmm,” Belle nods, her head turned back on the darning of her slipper, as if she, blind though she is, eyes covered as they are, still cannot look at him face on. “My father thought, once, that he could cheat a witch. She promised to fortify the battlements for a century, and promised dreadful retribution were her price not met.”
“What did she want?”
“What do witches always want? Or demons, or imps for that matter? Tell me, why are firstborns so much more valuable than the rest?” she sighs, and shakes her head, apparently not needing an answer.
He isn’t sure he has one to give her, in all honesty. The truth is likely half cliche, and half ancient, incomprehensible magic. The firstborn is often the most deeply craved, he’s found, for it marks the transition from childlessness into parenthood. A higher price, perhaps, than a second or third child. Perhaps.
“He didn’t want to give me away, so he tried to trick her.” Belle sighs, and gestures vaguely to her eyes with the hand not holding her needle, “Behold the consequence.”
He rocks on his heels once, twice, three times, eyes fixed on her half-covered face, her expressive little mouth and set jaw. She sews her slippers in silence.
Alright, I’m off to bed
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.
Fic teaser: Stranger
So I’ve been working on this for a good few months now, and it looks like it might be finally reaching something like a conclusion. So I’d like to share a little bit of it, if only because not sharing it has been killing me, and I’d like to see what people think before I work out how posting it will work.
The original prompt was one of Fyre’s ‘up for adoption’ ideas: Belle remembers Fairytale Land, Gold doesn’t; and she shows up on his doorstep one morning.
It’s time to play ‘let’s make Emma study’.
Motivation. I lack it. I need it.
“He is the Dark One.” Killian pleads, desperately, but it is no use.
“And you,” Belle sighs, shrugs, smile sweetly poisonous, a spider going in for the kill, “Are human, unfortunately, and stood in my daughter’s bedroom. So don’t you worry, dearie,” she purrs, “I won’t kill you tonight.”
She runs the sharp side of her blade along his cheekbone, and frozen as he is by his magic Rumpelstiltskin still sees Killian wince at the pain. Dark beads of blood roll from the deep cut down to his jaw, down his chin, drip onto the floor. They fizz and boil to nothing as they hit the symbol carved at his feet.
You get more of that when you study :D
Fic teaser: Elbows and Knees
Fyre asked for fic where Rumpelstiltskin is less than a total sex god his first time with Belle, and for awkward, giggly sex. So this is a teaser, and I hope to make the full fic my 650 follower thank-you fic :D
Fic teaser: Playing Dirty
This will be up tomorrow, with any luck. Based off the anon kinkmeme prompt: Multiple forced orgasms and/or orgasm denial for Belle. Bonus if either (or both) is achieved by magic.
Teaser:
So….
Just saw the snippet of the deleted Skin Deep scene. If OUAT wasn’t a family show, that scene totally would’ve ended with them having sex on that table.
Who said it didn’t? ;)
crankynerdgirl replied to your post: I feel like we need to do a headcount or something
I AM NOT OK.There, there, Cranky. Ru’s gonna make it all better soon.
That I am.
Wanna see?
Fic Teaser: Sunday, The Early Hours
Since this beastie is coming out far longer than expected (it’ll be over 6,000 words at this rate) I thought I’d give you all a preview in case it takes much longer.
Time of Day series; sequel to ‘Saturday Midnight’
Fic Teaser: Saturday Midnight
And this, folks, is a first: a Time of Day fic rated PG-13!
It will have a direct follow-up which will very much not be, but yeah. This is Chip-safe and everything.
“Ooh!” Ruby beamed, “Who is it texting at this hour, Belle?”
Belle tried not to show anything on her face - Mr Gold didn’t text, he didn’t, but there it was - “It’s just… Mary Margaret.” She improvised, “She wants to know if we have any flowers in the shop she could use for some class project.”
“Are you alright, dearie?” He always used full grammar and vocabulary, even texting, and she could hear his voice in her head, “Haven’t seen you around, lately.”
“Been busy”, she sent back, “sorry.”
No kisses, no smiley faces. She wasn’t playing the cute and flirty game anymore: let him come for her, if he wanted her. Let him be the vulnerable one for a change.
She should turn off her phone, throw it in her handbag, and enjoy getting drunk and staring at random hot celebrity men.
She turned her phone onto ‘meeting’ mode, though, so it wouldn’t even vibrate. No point getting questions from the others if he decided to reply.
She glanced back a minute later: one new message.
Her heart was hammering, but she couldn’t explain why. She had been sleeping with this guy on a regular basis for months: she had no reason to be nervous now.
“Where are you now?”
A bolt of anger ran through her: why should he care where she was? She was just an ‘obliging young woman’, apparently. Someone he liked to screw when he felt bored. Maybe that was it: maybe he was bored.
Teaser: Feathered Wings and Heartbeats
This is the opening piece of what could be a Once Upon a Time/Labyrinth crossover. Wherein Daniel became Jareth, and Regina has some fun scampering through the night.
Let me know what you think, if I should continue it!
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Regina enjoys grand gestures.
Oh, of course some would accuse her of lacking subtlety, of being somewhat over the top or dramatic at times. Those are people who need to believe her incapable of cunning, of planning and quiet execution.
She doesn’t dress as she does for the fun of it, although black lace and leather always were rather fetching on her.
Teaser: Masked Affection
I promised my wife I would have smut for her before she went on her big trip, so here’s a teaser of more to come:
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Fanfic teaser: Friday Night
Chronologically the first in the Time of Day series, because Accio requested the story of how they met and started their little affair. So this is set the night Emma decides to stay in Storybrooke.
Teaser:
