I love how they’ve got their whole magical avengers thing happening and then there’s Rumplestiltskin just wandering around by himself talking to hallucinations and being terrorised by a doll
But no godDAMN human!Rumple in his leathers IN HIGH DEF.
To be honest, I’d like to think Belle could have done it, but I don’t know for sure. I’ve always been a little confused about her motives in not letting Rumple go after Regina in ‘Broken’. I understand that her character is not vengeful, but the explanation I settled on was that she didn’t want to let Rumpelstiltskin release that dark part of him for her sake, rather than a desire to let Regina go free for what she did.
Personally, I think she would have found another way. I KNOW that Rumple wouldn’t have asked her to do it like he did Snow: he values Belle’s goodness and purity above almost anything else, and corrupting her is something he’d never want a hand in. I think she’d more likely have vanished to his book collection and come out with a perfect solution within half an hour.
But if the candle were the only option? I think she’d do it. She would have killed the Yaogui, after all, if it hadn’t turned out to be Philip.
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin puts Belle’s determination to be tactile to the test. She responds with gusto.
AN: Entirely inspired by fairytaleasoldastime’s wonderful gifset. What happened after that moment.
Fic rec:Hellfire by wonderwoundedhearers
AU. Rumplestiltskin has the Storybrooke identity of Father Gold, forcing him to keep a celibate existence and look after the fairies he so unknowingly loathes. Lacey is fond of a challenge, not to mention a man in uniform.
(because I was listening to ‘I Will Follow You Into The Dark’ by Death Cab for Cutie and had feels, and I owe her smut and have yet to deliver, and this is an awesome, amazing fic :D)
deleted jello scene [x]
once upon a time meme
nine scenes [8/9]
↳ Selfless, Brave, and True
"What makes you so sure?"
He misses her long hair, he thinks, as she puts her head on his shoulder.
It’s an odd thought, coming out of a moment when finally - finally - he has been able to step up and be the knight-prince Snow deserves. But he never had to assure her of any of this, when her hair was long. He never had to think for one - one awful, and treacherous - moment, that maybe she was right. Maybe Regina was good, once, like Snow: maybe his wife could be lost, losing, vanishing, now to that same darkness.
Her short hair is not what he expects, when he wakes up in the morning. He has reached out so many - too many - times, in the dark of night, to run fingers through it, idly thread and braid in the darkness, and found only strands in places shorter than his own. It is a constant reminder of what they’ve all lost.
And it suits her, it emphasizes her fine-boned face, her wide eyes, her bright smile. She is still every bit as beautiful as before, with her now-lost tumbling curls, but every time it still catches him by surprise.
He almost lost her. Not to George, nor a spell, not to an outside foe. He almost lost her to her own bravery, her own heart, when she followed Emma into the lost world. He almost lost her to something worse, when Cora came back with them, and she sent their world careening into Hell, and Snow with it.
The woman he fell in love with is still here, in his arms, still finally and at last accepting his strength, his comfort, the embrace she’s been needing and rejecting these past days. But she’s different now, short-haired and sad, not the girl he met but a woman he is only now learning. She has, in the years they lost in cursed sleep, become a mother with a child lost to time, even when their daughter stands before them; a woman who has lost her home, her family, her hope, and her innocence.
So yes, he holds her, and he misses her long hair. He misses her smiles that meant no more than ‘let’s have an adventure’ or ‘I love you, and the bedroom’s that way’. He misses her holding his arm, and telling him to do the right thing, always. He misses her belief, more than anything, her faith.
The short hair is a constant reminder of the dragons David will never be able to slay, the looming demons that will stalk his poor, beloved wife to her grave.
But she came back. She let him hold her. She didn’t kill anyone he wouldn’t have slain himself. His princess is gone but in her place stands a burgeoning Queen, and that David can cope with.
It’s not as if his hair isn’t shorter now, too: it’s not as if he’s not growing into a King, hardened and stronger, from the prince he was.
They’re a matched set. He only hopes it’ll be enough for the new demons they’ll face.
OUAT AU - Daddy!Charming
Charming takes Emma through the wardrobe instead of Pinnochio. He tells her the truth: her mother is Snow White, and one day they’ll find her. However, due to her strange father and belief in fairytales, Emma has a hard time at school, and ultimately stops believing her father’s stories, and resents him for supposedly lying to her. They fight throughout her adolescence, and finally she runs away to Portland, and meets Neal.
Charming searches, desperately, but never finds his daughter. However, one morning he receives a phonecall from a payphone in Oregon: Emma is pregnant, and needs his help. She comes home with Neal, and Charming helps to set them up and raise his grandson as a family, until they can break the Curse.
Title: Of Farmland and Open Sky - Chapter 1
Summary: Snow is bleeding out, and the Curse is coming, and the wardrobe can take only two. AU where Charming takes Emma into our world, and has to raise her until she can break the curse.
AN: I’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s finally got a (long-ass) first chapter to post. Let me know what you think, I’ve not written Charming as a main character before so I’m a little nervous!
Anyone know what date it was meant to be when August and Emma first came through the portal?
i meant to be a casual fan but it ended up ruining my life
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: Sorry this took so long (again) but this is the big chapter I’ve been waiting to write for a year :D 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 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16
Rumpelstiltskin awakens to flickering firelight, the only bright spot in a pitch dark room. He feels dirt beneath his hands, a scattering covering a hard flagstone floor, and he jerks awake, the feel of stone slabs under his palms startling him out of his dozing. He isn’t at home, asleep on one of Belle’s rag-sewn rugs. He is in a strange, cold place, and the past few hours flood back as he sits upright.
He and Baelfire had found the inn, and their rooms, and waited patiently, if anxiously, for Belle’s return. But they had not been there an hour before the Ducal Guard had broken down the door, cold and stern, all business, and arrested them. He knew not on what charge: he had been too busy begging them to spare Bae. But Bae had been clapped in irons also.
Title: A World At Your Feet
Pairings: Rumbelle and Killian/Milah
Summary: Elias and Michelle Gold appear to have the perfect life: the house with the white picket fence, the precocious child starting school, in the perfect town with the perfect neighbors. But when both are faced with a much more compatible alternative, the cracks in their foundations become gaping chasms. Revolutionary Road AU.
A/N: Dedicated to the lovely Lola (chippedcupofchai) because this story is as much her baby as mine, and it was her birthday recently, hence my starting to post this when it’s not nearly finished! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!
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: WOO! And here we are, the closing scenes. I am, to be honest, very glad to be done with this fic, but yay finishing things! You can thank tjmystic for the speediness: she begged and bargained and I’ll do most things for decent OTP porn :D
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
Rumour Has It
Belle’s walk from her car to the central quad feels like both the shortest and longest of her life. Bay wouldn’t have asked her here if it weren’t important. He knew how hard it was for her to be back in Storybrooke, after how everything had ended last semester.
It’s the end of August, the leaves just starting to think about turning brown on the trees, the air both warm and crisp, starting the long descent into the Maine winter. Belle managed to avoid the place for the whole summer, writing out her story, going somewhere else, anywhere else, to visit friends or family. She even went to Boston a few times, certainly not to see if Gold would linger in their old places. He didn’t, of course. For all she knows, he’d caught the first plane back to Glasgow, and she’ll never see him again.