victoriagebo asked: Smuttify: Rumbelle. World War II. Belle gets a letter.
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Fic: Stranger (4/6)
AU: Belle remembers everything about their old life, and finally gains freedom from her asylum prison. But Rumpelstiltskin is nowhere to be found: in his place is an oblivious pawnbroker who is as cursed as everyone else in Storybrooke.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
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Stranger
Chapter 4
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Ten days, she promises, and what days they are.
He’d been wrong, it seems, about Belle not staying for the after. In fact, it seems she has suddenly woken up, life and energy sparking from her fingertips, and the very air in their house is alive with her, shimmering and bright.
Fic: Of All The Taverns
Title: Of All The Taverns
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin just wants to be a poor, anonymous beggar in a bar: he never thought he would find anyone there who could recognise him.
A/N: Set in the tavern scene of 2x11, ‘The Outsider’
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Rumpelstiltskin has never hidden who or what he is.
He supposes it’s an odd little point of pride, or perhaps the worst kind of masochism, but he has always been a monster and even when he charms, when he finds himself a desperate soul and preys upon them, his scales gleam and his teeth remain rotten and stained, a monster’s fangs, in his mouth. He is a liar, a coward, a thief and a corrupter of the innocent, but he does it all with his truest face.
Anonymous asked: Older and Far Away verse: Gold hurts his leg and Belle realizes that she is not the only one that is insecure about her changes in this world.
He winces as he walks down stairs, and Belle watches, frowning: she’d thought perhaps his leg was injured recently, a fall or an accident, but it’s been months and still he limps, so she asks, “Are you alright, Rumple?”
“Of course, dearie,” he brushes her off, “My leg… it was injured in the first ogre war, and Regina did not see fit to fix it, nothing more, I…” he looks at her, then looks down at his feet, suddenly shy and ashamed, “I’d hoped you’d never see it, truth be told: I’m a lame old man, in this world.”
She shakes her head, and crosses the room in moments to hold him close, before she can think of any reason not to, “In this world,” she reminds softly, “I’m a bitter old woman, so we make a matched set.”
accio-firewhiskey asked: Time of Day: sexting
Anonymous asked: Prompt: Belle finds some porn DVDs/magazines from when Mr Gold had his curse memories.
“Rumple,” Belle started, one evening after dinner, “I um, I was looking for something, so I looked in the chest upstairs and… why do you have a whole load of pictures of naked women, who bare remarkable resemblance to the whores back home, who aren’t me?”
He blushed to his hairline, stammering, but Belle just stared him down, knowing he couldn’t have a good excuse - she had, after all, got her facts from Ruby before confronting him - until finally, “Regina’s curse persona for me was, shall we say, less refined in his appetites than I myself; I’ve been meaning to dispose of his pornography for months now, I’ll do so as son as possible.”
“Okay,” Belle nodded, “So I suppose should return the lacy underwear Ruby made me buy, considering it’s also less than refined…” he gawped at her, and she smiled in victory as she stood up and pressed a kiss to the top of his head as she took her mug to the sink, and muttered, “Next time, get rid of the pornography before you ask a lady to move back in with you.”
accio-firewhiskey asked: Place on Earth: she's no good with a broom
Rumpelstiltskin didn’t have any idea why he’d bargained for Belle as a housekeeper, of all things: his little princess was good at a great many things, but cleaning was not one of them.
Eventually, he had to ease the broom from her stubborn little hands, and then enchant it to sweep the floors itself to keep her from trying again when he wasn’t looking; she did hate to be bad at things, after all, but she was doing more harm than good.
He summoned her a new book from the Great Libary in Agrabah to make up for it, and she even deigned to sit in his lap and wriggle obligingly - smirking at him all the while, little tease that she was - while she read it.
Anonymous asked: Gold regrets cheating on belle with ruby ...
It had been going on for months - the late night phonecalls, the meetings in his shop, sex and cigarettes in the alley behind the diner - by the time that Belle found out about it. Gold had been careless, kept a trophy - a pair of scarlet lace panties, tarty and flimsy as the slut who wore them - and his wife had found them: she was gone, all her belongings taken with her, and all that was left was a short, heartbroken letter left on the dining table to tell him it was over.
Belle was always too good for him, he knew that, and he’d finally managed to prove it: a part of him felt viciously pleased that she’d finally found out, because now she knew he’d been right, and there was no good man under his bastard’s skin.
accio-firewhiskey asked: Times: Moe notices something different, but can't put his finger on what...
Belle was… chirpier than usual, brighter, singing - off key, but singing nonetheless - in the flower shop, a spring in her step as she walked down the street, a new bloom in her cheeks.
It was good to see his girl so happy, but he hadn’t thought that a cooking class would make her like this: it was a good class, she said, and one guy there had ‘great hands for that kind of work’ and ‘showed her things to do with (chicken) breasts that she’d never even thought of’ but she’d tell him if there was a new guy sniffing around, wouldn’t she?
He hoped she would, so he could put a stop to it: any boy going near his Belle had to be a good lad, with a future and the intention to have her in it, none of this slutty dating around business her friend Ruby Lucas engaged in.
Anonymous asked: Belle finds Rumpelstiltskin's dagger and puts it to good (smutty) use
tjmystic asked: Time of Day - Belle is declared legitimately insane
They locked her away, called it Schizophrenia and took her away, but Gold knew so much better: Belle had kissed him so often, and loved him so much, and True Love had finally found them, making her remember their homeland.
And it had given her nightmares, hallucinations, his old, trilling voice layered over the newer, lower tones, and she had been found screaming at a parking meter, demanding it turn back into a pumpkin.
Regina was crowing, smirking, when they took her away, and it was Moe French, the oblivious father, who signed the papers, because Gold couldn’t do a damned thing to help or save her: ‘secret lover’ wasn’t exactly comparable to ‘next of kin’, and he broke every plate in the house last night, because they’d taken her away again, and again it was his fault, again he had killed her with a kiss.
thehinkypanda prompted:
Gold can’t figure out how to unhook her garters.
Now I feel bad, since you keep prompting porn and getting angst, so here you go:
thehinkypanda asked: here's another prompt if you're still taking them. Any verse, Gold can't figure out how to unhook her garters. There, try making that into a sob fest! :-)
You wanna make that challenge, Panda, REALLY?
Moulin Rouge AU
His hands are shaking, but he tries anyway, desperate to get the stupid things off as fast as possible: Belle’s breathing is shallow, her skin too hot and pale, and if he doesn’t get these damned things off of her he’s going to scream.
“Rum, Rum,” she breathes, one clammy hand to his cheek, “It’s okay, really, don’t worry,” she coughs, and there’s a little blood in the handkerchief, and he should have known that she couldn’t perform tonight, he shouldn’t have requested her, he just wanted to see her, even though she was sick, he just wanted to see her…
“You’ll be alright,” he promises, although he knows he cannot guarantee that, that the doctors aren’t hopeful, that consumption is almost always fatal, and she doesn’t deny the lie despite his his wet eyes, his crumpling features: her hot, chapped lips kiss him anyway.
