Fic: No time like the present
Hmmm, never prompted you some Red Cricket so, yeah, Red Cricket - family fluff
Archie - he’s not Jiminy, not anymore, no more than Ruby is simply Red, and he’s glad of that every day - is well aware of how predictable the anger of a son toward his father is. He should have been prepared, he thinks, as he dodges another flying chipolata sausage, for the wrath of his child.
And yet, it still takes him by surprise. Ben has a good arm on him - Archie is oddly proud of that: he takes after his mother’s athleticism, apparently - and he almost nails his father between the eyes with his next throw.
Fic: Harmless - Chapter 12
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: Yes, it’s been over a month. And I’m sorry for that: real life took a turn for the insane and this fic is brain-eating enough that it got pushed aside. Anyway, again there are asterisks where any readers who dislike any kind of mature content can stop and start up again. 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
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Harmless
Chapter 12
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On their last day in their home, Belle awakens to the sound of her family cooking downstairs. She is pleasantly drowsy as she pulls her boots back on and climbs down to the main room. She has a husband and a son waiting for her. That’s enough to ward off the twisting unease in her gut, and for a few minutes more she can forget that they’ll ever have to leave.
The conversation over breakfast is kept deliberately light, not touching on their immanent journey, on the scare of the morning nor the emotion shared. Nothing is said of anything more than the wool they have to sell at market, and the gossip Morraine passed on to Bae while they played together a few days before.
Me and Ru for Belloween :)
Unfortunately, Ru’s wig was silly and my dress equally so, and the light in my flat is not conducive to photography, so this is the best we could do :)
I think it came out really well, actually :D
Fic: Rumour Has It - Chapter 9
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.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12
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Rumour Has It
Chapter 9
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“You’re going out with Motorcycle Boy?” Abigail raised an eyebrow, arms folded, and Belle turned from her perusal of her wardrobe to face her friend.
“August is a nice guy,” Belle corrected, “And we’re going out tonight, yes.”
“August Booth. The aforementioned Motorcycle Boy. Who, for the past year and a half, has been a douchebag on a massive scale to everyone we know. That guy?”
A Case for Evil Dearies
Be warned: massive essay below the cut :)
And, in case anyone disagrees/thinks that I am biased one way or the other, I mean absolutely no offense to any Oncers of any persuasion. I love you all.
Spoilers for 2x05 ‘The Doctor’Not sure if I completely agree with the fact that Rumple was the cause of Regina turning evil. She had choices, she didn’t have to go back to him after the Doctor didn’t bring back Daniel, she decided to go back to learn magic to have her revenge.
We are only a few episodes into the season, there may be more story arcs are the horizon that explain more.
No, the show is at its core very much about choices and consequences and accountability. I’m talking more about how, five episodes into season 2, the arc is portrayed, and Rumple is being shown more and more as a defining factor in Regina’s decline into evil. It was her choice to come back, yes, but he designed it so that she would make that choice. My argument is that that paints it as far more black and white than it is, because we don’t see her make the choice, we just see him gloating that he got what he wanted.
A Case for Evil Dearies
Be warned: massive essay below the cut :)
And, in case anyone disagrees/thinks that I am biased one way or the other, I mean absolutely no offense to any Oncers of any persuasion. I love you all.
Spoilers for 2x05 ‘The Doctor’
Fic: Valentine’s Day (2/2)
Title: Valentines Day (2/2) (Time of Day)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Belle is dissatisfied come Valentines Day, and tries to fix things. They don’t go as expected.
So this took a week longer than expected, but here it is, and I’m fairly proud of how it came out. Part 1 is here.
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He hadn’t been spying on her.
He had simply been bored, distracted, restless in his home. He could not focus, not on the books nor on his reading, nor on cooking his supper. He scalded himself on the pan and splashed boiling water over his hand from the kettle, and decided that perhaps reheating something from the refrigerator was the better option.
Finally, he has to go out, he cannot stay in his empty house.
Belle is on a date with another man.
Ficlet: Just The Pictures
Anonymous prompted:
Rumbelle - they read porn together ;)
This came out as a bit of an experiment, style-wise, so I’m not sure how well it works. Still, I like it, so whatever :)
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“How did she-“
“I’m not entirely sure, dear, I’m more concerned with how he-“
“Yeah, uh, can yours do that?”
Ficlet: Not The Happy Ending
after the crocodile: they did more than just sleeping in the same bed together, belle is pregnant.
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She hasn’t bled.
She asked Ruby about it when she first moved in, when she had the nerve and the other girl had made it clear that she was free to ask anything she needed. She’d had the - utterly marvellous, by the look of them - options for hygeine and comfort at that time explained to her, and was more than ready.
Except the blood never comes.
Could you do a rumbelle prompt where Belle accidentally comes across porn, and Rum has to explain it?
“Hey,” Rumpelstiltskin came into the Library, and Belle looked up with a smile.
“Hey,” she greeted, and went back to opening the new shipment she’d bought with Ruby’s internet and loaned credit card.
“New books?” he asked, and she nodded, happily, “I’m surprised they could get into town.”
Ficlet: Her Lands
Library!Rumbelle (either AU or post-Crocodile). Mr. Gold frequently comes into the library to ask about new books just to spend time with Belle.
She works most days.
Weekdays, weekends, mornings and evenings: if Belle is awake, it seems, the Library is open. At first it was to supervise the dwarves as they took turns breaking boards from the windows and helping to clean the place - he is too afraid to ask why Leroy is fond of his girl - and now she sits behind the desk or flits through the stacks, morning, noon and night.
Rumpelstiltskin has no chance, really, to catch her out walking or to call on her at home. Sometimes he times breakfast right, sees her and says good morning, but she has rules of her own. He is not to accost her in public, she says, without a pre-arranged date or a very good reason. She is to have her space; she is to not live in fear of his moods, his whims.
But she cannot bar him from the library, and she does not appear to wish it so.
He comes almost every day, finds some new volume of literature or poetry to slip from the shelves and check out. He browses, and when she can she comes with him and discusses - excitedly, his Belle is so alive and happy and excited these days, and oh but freedom looks well on her, flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes - the new intake, the books she finds online and is asked to retrieve, the ones she finds stacked and unread in the back.
She is always happy to see him, for in the library she is in her own lands. This place is hers: she alone has a key, she alone knows every book’s place, every title they own. As she settles in, Belle makes more of a home from the library than from her room at the Inn, or her little corners of his castle.
She can talk with him, walk with him, even shyly flirt and admit little secrets to him, when she knows the earth beneath her feet and knows she is in control.
He takes her to dinner at Granny’s, shows her the town, even walks with her into the forest when the weather is clear and she can be convinced to close the library for a day. But their true courtship, their true learning and trusting of one another, happens between her shelves, under her eaves of words and letters.
Rumor Has It: Lancelot is nice to Belle, despite her reputation. Because he is a fucking gentleman.
This falls around Chapter 6 of ‘Rumour Has It’ - Belle is open for business, Gold is on sabbatical, and Bay’s looking out for her interests.
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“Hey, do you mind?” Belle looked up from her reading to see a fairly attractive guy standing beside her, smiling and gesturing to the seat next to her.
Normally a pleasant situation, but she hadn’t had a conversation with a guy in weeks that was neither academic nor a business transaction. Aside from Freddy, but he and Abbie were usually to busy putting a sock on the doorknob to chat.
Had a bad day generally
Which means none of my WIPs want to hang out with me. Bastards.
Am open to mini-prompts, because I want to write but don’t know what I want to write. I’m doing standalone prompts as well as prompts from any established fic ‘verse of mine :D
Ficlet: In The Palm Of His Hand
Title: In The Palm Of His Hand
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin can feel the heart beating and finds it strange that it does at all. Spoilers for 2x04.
AN: I can’t sleep and this episode left me so riled up and confused and angry and sad and happy and so many feelings. So here: my first attempt at working out how the fuck the people in my head feel now.
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“Because I never loved you!”
He doesn’t think; his hand is inside her chest before he has time to draw breath.
Fic: Found
DARE! Try and write in no more than 300 words, the saddest Rumbelle fic known to man.
300 words exactly, and I can’t see for tears. Thanks a lot, wallet >.>
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