Fic: More Than Enough
Title: More Than Enough
Summary: Yuletide brings back memories of home, but where Belle wants to bring the magic to where she is, Rumpelstiltskin wants nothing more than to hide from the past.
A/N: Secret Santa gift for the lovely druidkitty, who prompted ‘FTL!Rumple hates Yuletide; Belle disagrees’. I’m sorry for being a fairly absent Santa sweetie, life’s been hectic lately and things got away from me. I hope the fic makes up for it somewhat!
Also yes, I might have seen Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas a hundred too many times :P
Something about Rumpelstiltskin was changing; Belle could feel it.
It started after the incident with Robin Hood, although the leaves were only just turning then. Belle had found fresh clothes in her cell, another cushion, some blankets for her cot. She had finally been able to change out of that damnable golden dress into something more comfortable for cleaning, with a skirt hemmed above her ankles and sleeves that covered her collarbones.
Wild Youth Prompt: Belle pines for Rumpel after Peter sends him away.
Follows on from ‘Wild Youth’, between the second to last and last scenes.
Sometimes, Belle dreams.
Children are supposed to dream of Neverland, and most do. That’s how the Shadow finds, them after all, through those dreams that bring their souls to this place. That was how she ended up here.
But Belle doesn’t enjoy dreaming, not anymore, and usually she is too tired to do so. She builds herself a hut, and hangs the talisman about her neck, and she has to hunt and fish and gather every day to stave off her hunger. She’s exhausted, and lonely, and so when she closes her eyes she rarely sees more than darkness.
But sometimes, Belle still dreams. Were she home, in a world with time and real ageing and adults, she’d be perhaps fourteen years old. And teenaged girls dream, this much Belle knows, and she cannot deny her nature.
But she is not a child, not anymore: Belle does not dream of Neverland.
No, it’s so much worse than that. Instead, Belle dreams of what all young women dream of - Belle dreams of love, and her love is long gone and lost.
Belle forgave Rumple for running away almost as soon as she’d heard it. She’s only glad that one of them could get out, get away and live a real life. She hopes he’s happy, oh, Gods above, more than anything Belle hopes that Rumple is happy now. Perhaps he met another girl, and had children of his own. Perhaps he has forgotten Neverland, and Belle with it, and even as her heart breaks to think it Belle hopes it is true.
One of them should be happy, and it surely isn’t her.
When Belle dreams, she sees Rumpelstiltskin. She sees him in the dark, like the night he came and kissed her, smiling like firelight and telling her that they belonged together, that they could be happy. She can feel his lips on hers, if she thinks hard enough, if she believes it.
Sometimes, Peter finds her when she forages, and sends the image of her Rumple to taunt her. Belle has her dreams, though, and Pan cannot take those away from her.
Decades pass, by Belle’s counting, longer. Rumple, out in another world, in a real time and place, has probably lived and loved and died an old man, and here Belle is, still the same as she was when she last saw him, trapped in stasis and alone. She must always miss him, long for him, for a boy who became a man, and who died long ago.
Finally, she finds herself staring at her make-shift ceiling, one night a hundred years after he left her, one question poised on her lips.
Why did he go where I can’t follow?
Thursday, Lunch Break
time of day - belle pocket dials gold by accident
One day I will run out of times of day and this series will have to die. Or I’ll just start using ‘redux’: that worked last time. This is set just before Monday Morning.
This wasn’t meant to be smutty, it was meant to be angst. Instead, fluffy porn. I suppose I owe Celina that much for the swanfire angst I subject her to :P
His number’s set to speed-dial on her phone; Belle doesn’t stop to consider this, even as she’s adding it in.
She never calls her father - if she needs him, she can find him, and she very rarely does - so Gold is only the second person she’s added to the list. Ruby’s at the top, but that’s more for ease of texting than anything else. She adds Gold just in case. She still hasn’t used it.
It’s a Thursday when she realises what a mistake it was.
Fic: Enough For Now (Boltholes and Safe Spaces)
Rabbits verse: the curse is broken
So this fic happens about eight years after ‘Rabbits on the Run’, and will make little to no sense without it, sadly.
The apple tree in Regina’s backyard is banned: everyone knows that.
But Henry, eighteen and drunk on a bottle of Paige’s stolen liquor, wants to be impressive, and his mother’s apple tree isn’t actually poisonous. People only say that because she’s scary, and Henry’s not scared of Regina, not any more.
Fic: Thursday Lunchtime
Time Of Day - verse: They just wanted to have sex after a horrible day, but in the end she is telling him about her mother’s death.
Ohmygod this is perfect thank you
Moe is being an asshole.
Belle stopped thinking of her father as ‘papa’ right around the time he was attaching a lock to her door so that he could keep her inside. She was fifteen, and clambering down the tree to the back garden when she first thought ‘Moe’s a bastard’.
She still usually calls him ‘papa’ to his face, of course, but the title implies a certain respect which, though it breaks her heart, Belle cannot afford to the man who ostensibly raised her.
He’s bad tempered, controlling, and petty. And he never remembers to pay the rent.
Open to prompts
Any of my Rumbelle ‘verses (Time of Day, Rabbits, Not Quite Yet, Bounty Hunter!Belle ect), plus any other OUAT pairing are up for grabs!
Fic: An Honest Day’s Work
Title: An Honest Day’s Work
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin’s cursed persona in Storybrooke is not the powerful Mr Gold but Gaz, an out-of-work factory worker and the ex husband of Mayor Mills, who has custody of his son. Out of desperation to earn enough for a real custody bid, Gaz finds himself an honest job - a cleaner and handyman for the town’s landowner, Ms French.
Or, that one where Gold’s Storybrooke personality is Gaz from The Full Monty.
A/N: I worked on this over a year ago, and then set it to one side because of reasons. However, I like it as a snippet/oneshot, and Straggle had some bad news today, so here’s some cheer-up fic - the closest thing to Anyelle my crossover-phobic muse can create! Enjoy bb!
“Gareth Gold?” Annabelle looked up from the CV to the man in front of her, frowning, “Really?”
He nodded, looking earnest and serious. It didn’t suit him. Anna could tell time wasters a mile off - it wasn’t easy, after all, to be a woman running a business, even these days - and this guy had it written all over him.
Waster, joker, layabout, wheeler-dealer.
“Gaz, actually,” he said, with a little smile. She supposed it was supposed to be charming: wonderful, he was also probably also a self-proclaimed ladies’ man.
“Right,” she smiled back, “Gaz.”
Prompt: While cleaning the Dark Castle, Belle accidentally stumbles into a room to find Rumpelstiltskin tailoring what appears to be a blue dress. She begins to wonder if all the clothes he provided her were made with his own two hands.
For some reason, it feels important that Belle’s clothes be perfect.
Rumpelstiltskin has never had a maid before - his choice to take Belle had been more about the taking than the having, truth be told. And now she has set a prisoner loose, and they have to venture into the world.
Title: Wild Youth
Summary: Belle is Peter’s and the Lost Boys’ “Mother,” beloved and needed, and so it’s natural for her to care for Rumple, the newest and most timid of the boys. But feelings in Neverland are hard to hide, and everyone grows up sometime. Neverland AU
A/N: Repeatinglitanies prompted this, I hope it turned out ok darling!
Just a reminder: I am officially open for prompts until Sunday :D
Ficlet: Brighter Than Brass
Iambicdearie prompted: I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space were it not that I have bad dreams
Rumpelstiltskin could have made himself a king.
In fact, Regina had assumed that that was his intention, when he’d been so jubilant at her coronation. She’d had feverish, girlish imaginings of him murdering her cold bastard of a husband, and claiming his throne and his bed. She’d wanted that, long ago. She’d wanted to watch on, gleefully, as the darkness eclipsed a kingdom that had so prided itself on its light.
Ficlet: Stranger Than Sympathy
Iambicdearie prompted: "The quality of mercy is not strained./ It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven/ upon the place beneath."
Rumpelstiltskin could be merciful.
Rarely, and often to his detriment, but sometimes it was no bad thing to cause confusion among one’s enemies. He was merciful when it cost him nothing, and gained him everything. He was merciful, when mercy was no more than negligence.
Iambicdearie prompted: Daily Show!AU
"Tonight, we’re joined by Belle French, author of the new work ‘Her Handsome Hero: gender roles, fairy tales, and the saviour complex’!"
The crowd clapped and cheered, as Joshua Gold stood up to greet the diminutive, smiling brunette walking out to meet him. It was rare to have a guest - male or female - who didn’t tower over Gold, and he was pleased to have the chance to actually lean down a little to kiss her cheek, even with them on the same dais, and her in sky-high coral heels.
You want an essay on why I ship this? Cause you got one!
First of all: Beauty and the Beast is my favourite fairy tale, full stop. It always has been, and it always will be; it’s my favourite story and relationship-development plot in any context, and I’ve read/watched any version I can get my hands on because of that. So I was already disposed to ship this.
Fic: Swinging In The Backyard
Title: Swinging In The Backyard
Rating: NC-17 yo
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Lacey French is known in Storybrooke as a problem child, but no one knows about her greatest rebellion: her ‘relationship’ with the town’s most fearsome monster, Mr Gold.
A/N: pre-Emma teenage Golden Lace :D I missed writing dirty things yes I did!