emmaswans asked: love me with swan thief. because lord knows i need some fluff before this weekend! xD
Sometimes they weren’t homeless, raggedy teenagers. Sometimes - and only now and then, rarely, because they enjoyed their lives most of the time - they dressed up and played pretend. Like the children they’d both envied growing up, carefree and laughing, they play the prince and princess, and wear a suit and gown.
Stolen, of course, with stolen reservations to match. Neal would casually check out a fancy restaurant’s book while Emma pretended to need directions, and they’d pick a name they thought were unlikely to show up. Then they’d swan in, all dolled up in a dress and suit she’d found at a dry cleaner’s, and pretend to be Mr and Mrs van der Croft, out to dinner of an evening.
Tonight, Emma was sure her dress was worth more than their car, an ostentatious and floor-length red number that showed off more cleavage than anything else she’d ever worn. Neal, in the suit they’d managed to find in the same dry clean order as the dress, was certainly appreciative: he kept glancing at her chest and making remarks, casually, that made her face heat and her ears go red.
They called one another ‘Prudence’ and ‘Fitzwilliam’ all evening, giggling like schoolchildren and attempting to sound refined. Emma nearly lost it altogether when, faced with a snotty French waiter, Neal spent five minutes sniffing and making up bullshit comments about the wine sample he’d been given.
Finally, they’d eaten their $40 desserts, and it was time to bail before the bill came. Neal went first, slipping away to the bathroom to change into the hoodie and jeans he’d stashed there and slipping out the back with his face hidden. Emma followed, waiting for the wait staff to be preoccupied before slipping away to do the same, scraping her hair back and adding her glasses and hoodie before running out the back.
He was waiting around the corner - he was always waiting, always there, ready to catch her and smile and make the world bright - and he grasped her hand. “Run!” he whispered, and with matching grins they did just that, sneakers slamming the sidewalk as they disappeared into the city lights.
Fic: Reasons
Title: Reasons
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bae’s teacher offers to come over and fix his computer over the winter break; they get snowed in.
A/N: pure happy fluff to celebrate one whole year of Rumbelle. Remix of ‘Chalkdust’, but no need to read that first. No FTland backstory, Bae is twelve and Belle is his teacher.
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This was a bad idea, Gold thought, a bad, bad idea.
But Bae had computer trouble, and it was beyond even his extensive skill to fix. His father was no use: Gold hadn’t even a computerised till at the shop, and did all of his accounts by hand: he wouldn’t know a keyboard from a modem if they walked up and introduced themselves.
Fic: In And Out Of Character
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: Old Names And New Titles
Title: Old Names And New Titles
Rating: PG-13 max, probably less
Summary: Belle jumps at the chance to babysit Henry for the night: Gold finds out why.
For Ched, who asked for fluff, and for Rum reading to Belle. The excerpts are from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ by Diana Wynne Jones. And fair warning: this will give you cavities.
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Rumpelstiltskin cannot understand how they ended up watching over the Saviour’s child for the evening.
Really, little Henry has more family in Storybrooke than one could shake a magic wand at, what with his grandparents, his mother, and all of their extended relations. Rumpelstiltskin might be one of the few men in town who is not, in some way, related to the others: even Red Riding Hood has been adopted by Snow White as a royal sister.
But somehow, everyone is too busy to look after the young man tonight. Emma is visiting with Jefferson the Hatter - she says it’s a call to check on the family, ensure that Grace is alright with her less-than-stable father, but the Saviour took a bottle of wine with her - and Snow White and Prince James are… otherwise occupied.
This fluff is making my teeth rot. I like it.
Will be up soon, hopefully. It came out far shippier than I expected: I hope Ched likes what I did with her request!
Fic: Chalkdust - Chapter 3
Title: Chalkdust (3/3)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Belle is Bae’s teacher, and Mr Gold develops a crush
A/N: This is set in a Storybrooke that really is an entirely normal town: no magic, no Curse, no ftland backstory.
ALSO: This is my 400 FOLLOWER THANK YOU fic. So I hope ya’ll enjoy it!
Marchie prompted: “parent/teacher conference”; “Gold hates the computer”
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
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Much as he would love to invite Belle inside, after they’ve been kissing and smiling at each other for nearly twenty minutes, Gold knows that that is not an option. Bae is inside, and even though the boy appeared to not be openly hostile to the idea of his father and his teacher, Gold is not going to force him to deal with it tonight.
He doesn’t even know himself if this has a future, despite how much he hopes it does.
“I ah,” he says, after kissing her once more just because her eyes are so bright, and then again as an excuse to run his hands again through the dark, soft waves of her hair, “I should be going inside.”
Fic: Cloaked in Fairy Tale
Title: Cloaked in Fairy Tale (Boltholes and Safe Spaces)
Rating: PG-13, maybe the slightest bit mature at the very end
Summary: Gold likes to tell Rose bedtime stories, and his wife and daughter have a favourite character in his tales.
Marchie prompted: Rose gets a pet bunny; A quilt her mother made
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Emmett Athens has a puppy.
This everyone in the Gold household knows. Emmett Athens has a puppy named Peggy, and Rose is utterly entranced.
Unfortunately, Belle is not. Rose wants a dog as badly as she wants ice cream for dinner and to be allowed to build mud-pies outside from dawn until dusk, but she cannot have one.
Her mother starts to sneeze uncontrollably when she’s around them for more than a few minutes, and while Rum would love to grant his daughter anything she desires, he’s not willing to risk Belle’s health for it.
So he buys his girl a rabbit instead. The thing has long dark floppy ears and a mottled brown and gold body, and Rose calls him Spinner.
Fic: Bathtime
Title: Bathtime (Boltholes and Safe Spaces ‘verse)
Rating: G - safe for small children, even
Summary: Rose has a knack for dirt, and her parents are long-suffering
A/N: Dedicated to Chip, who’s day keeps sucking and needs some cheering up (everyone send her nice messages and hugs, she needs and deserves them).
Chip prompted: Bathtime with Rumbelle
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Rose has a knack for finding the muddiest part of the park, and rolling in it.
Gold has no idea where she gets it from: Belle is never anything but neat and clean, even when she’s tired. She’s pristine, but Rose is usually anything but. Her dresses became dungarees very, very quickly: this is not a child who can be trusted with pretty floral cotton and white ankle-socks.
Fic: Splashes of Purple Paint
Title: Splashes of Purple Paint
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gold and Belle are decorating their bedroom. Smut ensues.
A smutty follow-up to andachippedcup’s wonderful fic ‘Fabulous Grape’ from her domestic!Belle ‘verse. This is what happens when a kelpie allows a gremlin to play in her sandbox.
Calonari prompted: Lazy lover
Marchionessofblackadder prompted: “They have sex while she’s painting.”
He started this.
Yes, definitely, no doubt about it: he started this little war when he decided that her face was pretty the way it was, but could definitely be more… purple.
Fic: Time Frames - Chapter 1
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin is bound to King Maurice’s service, and has known Belle her entire life. Things get more complicated when she reaches adolescence, and develops ‘feeling’s.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2- Chapter 3
Cyprith prompted: monkey hugs
Andachippedcup prompted: Belle wants to rock climb
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Time Frames
Chapter 1
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Belle decided at the age of seven that she didn’t want to marry Gaston.
She really, really didn’t.
And not even for all the reasons she didn’t want to marry Sir Frederick from two Realms over, or Prince James, the little boy who managed to fall out of her favourite tree while in a deadly battle with a squirrel.
I’ve been infected: I’m writing Baby!Belle
Well, baby then teenage!Belle. Because the idea of underage!Belle throwing herself at Rumpelstiltskin and him having to keep pushing her away was too damn funny in my psychotic little mind.
I blame Cy. She started this.
And Chip, because this is so her fluff prompt fill so long as it’ll co-operate :)
AND WAITING FOR RC TO COME ONLINE IS KIND OF KILLING ME OKAY?
Fic: Over The Edge
Title: Over The Edge
Rating: NC-17
Summary: While cleaning, Belle slips and breaks her leg. Rumpelstiltskin lets her use his staff, and treats her injuries, and carries her when he’s feeling manic. The physical proximity finally gets to them: smut ensues
This was supposed to be innocent, happy!fluff! Honest! Then… well, I got bored and didn’t feel well, so the smut happened when I wasn’t looking.
Marchie prompted: “She stands in the hallway and remembers”
starvedstar: prompted: “Belle breaks her leg (possibly from falling from cleaning the windows) and Rumpelstiltskin gives her his old staff to use. He carries her around sometimes when he’s feeling particularly happy.”
accio-firewhiskey prompted: “by the book”
Usually, Belle has discovered, Rumpelstiltskin has immaculate timing.
He’s always right there, just when the moment is perfect. Too early, and he might be taken for granted; too late, and an opportunity could be burned up in the meantime.
This comes in handy when one is terminally clumsy. He’s always by her side right when the milk is about to bubble and explode all over the stove; right when the curtains are about to catch fire but haven’t just yet; right in the split second before she hits the ground.
But today, he was about two minutes too late.
