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Hi and happy anniversary!! If you're still taking propmpts/questions, can I ask for a Seconds update? Did Hiero and Ives ever again try to reach out to Hamish and Phoebe? Thanks for all the great fics :)
HN/HM/OE/R: Anniversary Fic the 14th
((This follows the events of this fic. Thanks for prompting!))
Phoebe knows every creak and sigh in the house onMagnolia. Right now she wishes shedidn’t, because every sound has a memory attached to it, and at night whenshe’s alone in bed they threaten to drown her in grief. But she chose to stay, after the busted door andwindow were replaced and the blood was mopped up and her mother’s butchered bodywas unhooked from the basement ceiling. She stayed for Carly, and for herself. She didn’t want to see an updated version of her own childhood play outfor her daughter- the sudden, violent absence of a parental figure, the hastymove, the construction of a brittle new life. She didn’t want to end up like Essie- peeking through the blinds,waiting for her doom, eventually too scared to even set foot outside.
She can’t do it. Shewon’t. So she stayed, and a yearpassed. It crawled along, trudgingtoward the first anniversary. One wholeyear without her mother. She and Carlycouldn’t even mourn in peace. They hadto be watched at all times, just in case visitors arrived. The pair of monsters that brought this horrordown on them. Phoebe’s repulsed fearratcheted up for weeks before the actual day arrived. She barely dared to let it start unwindingafter the anniversary passed with no sightings of Hiero or Ives. She’s three weeks into the second year, andshe still can’t relax.
Hamish, sweetheart that he is, practically begged for her tolet him buy a plane ticket to Savannah. Phoebe knows it was little more than stubborn pride that forced her toface the first anniversary alone. Thathasn’t stopped her from Skyping with Hamish every spare minute though. She still can’t explain it, but nothing makesher feel better quite like looking into his eyes and hearing his voice.
Good night, Phoebe,she calls up the memory of their latest parting, in hopes it might drown outthe painful memories and let her sleep. But then, she hears something.
Phoebe bolts upright in bed, not daring to breathe as shelistens. There. A little creak, whereno creak should be except when someone is walking in the living roomdownstairs. Heart pounding, Phoebe slipssilently out of bed and goes to the lock box on her dresser. She digs the key out of the drawer below and opensit. Gun drawn and held ready in bothhands, she pads out of her bedroom and along the hall. She pauses at the top of the stairs andlistens. She hears nothing, which meansnothing.
She prays whoever is down there heard her and made theirescape. Or, no, she wants them to stillbe there, so she can catch them. Ofcourse she does.
She inches down the stairs, gun aimed toward the livingroom. To her guilty dismay, she sees a petitefigure standing at the fireplace mantel, red-nailed hands gripping it on eitherside of Essie’s urn. Stepping onto theground floor, Phoebe takes careful aim at her twin sister’s head. Her thumb moves to the hammer, nudging itback a bare millimeter.
“Wow,” Hiero says, nearly causing her own demise as Phoebe startles. She half-turns, swinging from the mantel withone hand as she directs a dull glare at Phoebe. “You’re really gonna just shoot me, in cold blood, right here in thefucking den?”
Phoebe doesn’t answer. Can’t really, while her own face is staring at her.
“You know my brains’d splatter all over our mother’surn. Bullet might actually go rightthrough me, spill her ashes all over the place. Is that the plan? Messy as hell.”
“Shut up,” Phoebe mutters, “Get on your knees. Hands behind your head. You’re under arrest.”
A red smile stretches across Hiero’s face as she does asinstructed. “Like you could even getcuffs on me,” she giggles merrily, “I’d like to see you try.”
Phoebe creeps forward, even as she puzzles over how tosubdue Hiero without putting a bullet in her.
“You don’t even have cuffs on you. I don’t see a phone either. How’re you gonna call for back-up and keepthat gun on me, sis? I’m so curious.”
“I said shut up,” Phoebe growls. She really didn’t think this through. Why the hell didn’t she bring her phone? Or at the very least call Liz or McVee fromher room? Even the possibility ofHiero’s presence scrambles her brain.
“Guess you could have your little girl call 911. But then, I’ll bet she doesn’t know about herAuntie Hiero yet.”
The gun’s cocked by the end of her sentence.
Hiero’s eyes widen, but not with fear. “Ooh, now things are gettinginteresting. What’re you gonna do? Shoot me and claim self-defense. It might work, long as no one figures out I wason my knees. Unarmed. Helpless. Bet they’d give you a medal.”
“SHUT UP!” Phoebe shouts, hard breaths issuing from hernose, fingers starting to ache from her death grip on the gun.
Silence rings between them, only broken by a door openingupstairs. Phoebe’s heart stops.
“Mommy,” Carly calls down, “Are you watching a movie?”
Phoebe swallows hard. Hiero wags her eyebrows. “Yeah,sweetie, sorry it was too loud. Go tobed now, okay? See you in the morning.”
“But can I-?”
“Carly!” Phoebe barks, “Go to bed.”
“... Okay.”
Hiero twists one hand so just the wrist touches herhead. She wiggles her fingers in a wavetoward the stairs while silently singing the words, Bye, sweetie! When Carly’sdoor shuts, Hiero coos, “Ain’t she a little angel?”
“Why the hell are you even here?” Phoebe asks in a furiouswhisper.
Hiero rolls her eyes. “Duh, to visit our mother. I knowyou know it’s been a year now.”
“A year and three weeks.”“Well, yeah, had to wait for the cops to quit hovering, didn’t I?”
“As if you actually care,” Phoebe snarls, “She neverwould’ve been in danger if you hadn’t shown up!” To her horrified embarrassment, tears well upin Phoebe’s eyes. She dares to take ahand off the gun to swipe them away.
For some reason, Hiero doesn’t attack. She frowns at the floor. “I wish I didn’t care, okay? But I do, and it sucks. You know I got to talk to her once. Like, as me. Same night Boyd... Anyway, shesaid she loved me, and missed me. Glad Igot to hear that, at least. It helps.”
“It helps?” Phoebe echoes incredulously, “You are acannibal.”
Anger sparks in Hiero’s eyes. “That doesn’t mean I don’t got feelings! About our mother. The woman who abandoned me, with some notnice people.” Anger turns to coldcontemplation. “I wonder how you’d’vefaired. In the Congregation.” The wordcomes out in a venomous drawl that chills Phoebe’s blood. “You have no idea what I’ve beenthrough. What was done to me.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to eat people.” Phoebe is very close to sure about this.
“I’ll take what I want from this world, because sure as fucknothing’s been given to me. I will feed. And I’ll grow strong. Stronger ‘n you can even imagine. It’s really not all that accurate to call mea cannibal, when I ain’t exactly human anymore.” She lets out another cheery giggle, her eyesfar too bright.
“Is this some more of Ives’ bullshit?” Phoebe inquires,“Where is he?”
Hiero rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, sure. Grab a pen, I’llwrite down the address for you.” Herirritation dissolves before she says, “He did want me to ask though, did youget the plane tickets?”
Phoebe’s lips thin as her mind flies to the envelope sittingin her nightstand drawer that she really should’ve reported to McVee two monthsago.
“You know Francis and I got a ton of frequent flyer miles. So, y’know, whenever you wanna go see Hamish, or vice versa, justholler.”
“That is so sweet of you,” Phoebe simpers sarcastically.
“Don’t mention it, sis,” Hiero sneers right back, “That’swhat family’s for.”
A surge of disgust and anger allows Phoebe to sight down thebarrel again. For once, Hiero says nothing,just dares Phoebe to shoot with nothing but a mirror of her own steady gaze.
Hiero is a killer. Ifshe leaves this house on her own, more people will die. Phoebe knows that. For her own peace of mind, she wants Hieroand Ives locked up where they can’t torment her or Carly or Hamish ever again. But she has no back-up, and no way to get itwithout involving Carly. If she shoots,Carly will come running. Both of thoseoutcomes are untenable. She doesn’tbother wondering if she could subdue Hiero in a hand-to-hand fight. A part of her brain she chooses not to dwellon knows Hiero is far stronger than she looks. Stronger than it’s possible for her to be. Faster too. Even with a gun, Phoebe is out-classed. She’s probably been at Hiero’s mercy this entire time.
Hiero smirks, as if she can read Phoebe’s dismal conclusionon their shared face. “Can I go now,officer?”
She doesn’t wait. Ina blink, she’s up and gone, leaving behind nothing but a breeze and agiggle. Phoebe stands in the livingroom, feeling pathetic with her cocked gun and vanished perp. Her heart pulses with sick thuds against herribs. She stumbles to Essie’s urn, freehand gripping the mantel where Hiero’s did. For better or worse, she chooses to believe Essie would want both of herdaughters alive.
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“I hate her.”
“No you don’t.”
“I do, she’s a bitch.”
“She doesn’t understand us.”
“She could try!”
“We’re cannibals, dearest.”
“We’re family!”Hiero wails from where she’s draped across Ives’ lap.
“Did she get the tickets?” he asks gently, stroking herhair.
Hiero sighs, “Yeah. Might even use ‘em too- she looked guilty enough. Ugh, can you imagine? Feeling guiltyover plane tickets? Godday-um! You try to do something nice for someone...”
“True love will conquer all, my Hiero,” Ives says, bendingdown to kiss her temple, “Never fear.”
“Someday they’ll appreciate us,” she asserts, “Just takestime. And time’s what we got, so itworks out.”
“That’s right.” Ives’lips move below her ear, and along her neck. Hiero giggles and twists until she can pull him down over her.
Family is at once perfectly simple and devilishlycomplicated, Hiero is finding. It makesher a little nervous about the future, but she’s always been the type to plungeahead even when the going gets rough. She just doesn’t want to lose her roots, not now. She wishes things were different. At the very least, she wishes she could’vebrought her and Francis’ happy news to Essie herself, not a cold silent urn ona mantel. Hiero chooses to believe Essiewould be pleased their little family is growing.
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Many thanks to @tinuviel-undomiel, @anonymousnerdgirl, @deweymay, @just-an-outlaw, @kixxar and @shipperqueen93 for dealing with that incredibly rude person on AO3 while I was sleeping. Hugs to you all! They have deleted the worst comments they put, but man...
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Your new cover arts are gorgeous and ohmyflippingods do they perfectly capture the spirit of the story that lies within! I can't even pick a favourite, they're all so perfect :)
Thank you, my darling! So happy that you enjoy them as much as I do :)
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deweymay mentioned you in a post “Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day”
…@of-princes-and-savages @rufeepeach @charlotteashmore13 @ruthdemoofins @ prissyhalliwell @rowofstars @moonlight91 @thedooblydont @endangeredslug…
So two things: a) THANK YOU!!!! and b) “...tagging NSFW so I’ve never accidentally opened a threesome fic in front of a nun....” is this is a likely scenario? Inquiring minds want to know. If not, it still made me snort giggle at 8 am in the morning which is a feat in and of itself :P
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For the FanFic Day meme- 1, 6, 10 and 12? I have to confess to having a pretty intense curiosity about 1, but I do understand if it's something you might not want to answer :) Thanks!
AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME!!! skdhfjskdf this makes me so happy!
1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?
I admit that that’s a pretty hard question because I pretty much love all of them. But I think the ones I love the most are Shadow Manor (this is really THE fave), A Heart as Black as this (I know it’s a WIP but still), Dark Matter, Hydeous and... A Family Affair. And Hell Bent. But really, I love all of them. And I have difficulties with decision making.
6. What’s the detail you wait on bated breath for readers to notice?
Well... I think I have forgotten some of those by now xD. But I’m still waiting for someone to catch on to where the name of the hospital in Shadow Manor, where Gold’s father is institutionalized, comes from... But since I wrote that such a long time ago, I will tell you xD. Ogilvy was the maiden name of J.M. Barrie’s mother. And J.M. Barrie wrote Peter Pan. It’s such a minor thing though xD. There was something else in Hydeous that no one ever caught on, but... I have forgotten what it was. Oops. Maybe it was that I made King George from ouat Jack the Ripper? I think the confusing thing about it was that his Storybrooke name was Albert Spencer or something, which I went with, and really, who remembers that.
10. What would you change if you had it all to do again?
Maybe plot before I start writing. I made my stories mostly up as I went (except for Shadow Manor. There I plotted ahead while I wrote.) Sometimes that brought me into rather difficult situations, because I have a habit of writing myself against the wall. But when an idea grips me, I have to start writing. So, often, I balanced all my threads and ideas in my head while I wrote and reread a lot to remember them, and then looked where it took me. Which is also the reason why, the longer a fic got, the longer it took me to update. More thinking in the later chapters.
12. What’s the hardest thing to write for you?
Fluff. Without a question. Writing fluff is so incredibly boring to me. I guess that’s a reason why I often end stories rather quickly, because I just don’t have the patience to wrap it all up with a pretty, fluffy bow.
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Here are my TEA recommendations. The list is still under construction - I’ll be adding to it for a bit until it’s time to make a final nominations list. I just thought sharing it early would be helpful to others who are struggling through their likes, tags and bookmarks right now.
If you are on this list and don’t want to be, shoot me a message.
My own stuff isn’t on here at all, because I don’t believe in nominating/voting for your own work as artist/author (it’s fine, but makes me uncomfortable personally). If you are looking for my humble plea for nominations - my TEA Promo Post is here.
Fluff
Family:
Proud by @annievh
Winter Traditions by @witchnova221
The Heat of the Moment by @thescholarlystrumpet
The Nanny by @thatravenclawbitch
Always There For You by RoyaltyLaine/@poca-staks
Belle’s Chipped Leaves by Kindleheartzyou/ @beliza-fryler
Comfort:
Magnificently Improper by @theplasticview
Tesselate by @ak-vintage
Hope is a Thing With Feathers by @endangeredslug
Finding Home by Thefreedictionary (Showdown)
Fix-It:
Just a Dream by @woodelf68
Reunion:
Until Last I See You by @magnoliatattoo
Hope is a Thing With Feathers by @endangeredslug
Smut
Kink:
Cherry by @ladybookwormwithteeth
Right Here, With You by @handwithquill
Indulgenceby @thescholarlystrumpet
Snapshot by @worryinglyinnocent
A Woman On Film @worryinglyinnocent
A Dedicated Follower of Fashion by @ifishouldvanish
In Heat by @prissyhalliwell
Romance:
The Gold Dress by @onceupona—ohyouknowtherest
Red Lights by @rufeepeach
Neverland by @emospritelet
A Dozen Roses by @ladybookwormwithteeth
Through the Storm by @thescholarlystrumpet
Comedy:
Painting Faces by @we-aim-to-misbehave
Caught in the Act by @onceupona—ohyouknowtherest
Dutch Courage by @rufeepeach
Playing Doctor by @maplesyrupao3
Thirty Flirty and Thriving by @bookwormchocaholic
Threesome:
Three that Testifyby @thescholarlystrumpet
PWP:
Hot and Cold by @woodelf68
Aesthetic by @endangeredslug
Hellfire by @ladybookwormwithteeth
The Lesson by @woodelf68
Best BDSM:
Right Here, With You by @handwithquill
Cherry by @ladybookwormwithteeth
Cleanliness by @ladybookwormwithteeth
Angst
Why?:
Penance by @emospritelet
The Monster by @beauty-in-gold
Death:
The Monster by @beauty-in-gold
Oops:
A Slip of the Heart by @rowofstars
Hurts so good:
Best Served Cold by @breaktimewritings
Romance
Best Date:
Tesselate by @ak-vintage
The Passive-Aggressive Floral Arrangement by @of-princes-and-savages
Closer by Daydreaming Doll (Showdown)
Best Courtship:
Always late to the Party by @alsywalsy
Skin Deep by @bookwormchocaholic
The Passive-Aggressive Floral Arrangement by @of-princes-and-savages
Painting Faces by @we-aim-to-misbehave
Best Bed Sharing:
Overlooked by @worryinglyinnocent
Conspiracy Afloat by @still-searching47
Best First Meeting:
Weak Ankles by Glass Slipper (Showdown)
In Time by @thenaughtyscandalousscorpio
Sexual Therapy by @breaktimewritings (RosexKnight)
Hope is a Thing With Feathers by @endageredslug
Girls on Film by @woodelf68
Candy Girl by @mariequitecontraire
Chance Encounter by Purple Polka Dots (Showdown)
GENERAL AWARDS
Best One-Shot:
“Belle has nightmares” prompt by @rufeepeach
Chance Encounter by Purple Polka Dots (Showdown)
Arrows by Cinderbee (Showdown)
Third Time Lucky by Riddled (Showdown)
Best Drabble:
Tortoise!Rumbelle by @bad-faery
Best Post-Ep fic:
Just Swim Down by @rufeepeach
The Future’s So Bright by @thatravenclawbitch
Best Comedy:
The Nanny by @thatravenclawbitch
Out of Control by @annievh
Best Movie AU:
Catch a Falling Star by @charmedrumbelle
Best Historical AU:
Better to Face the Bullets by @ishtarelisheba
Persuasion by @handwithquill
Any Port in a Storm by @rufeepeach
The Reluctant Guardian by @smartgirlsaremean
Best AU:
For the Love of a Daughter by @bellegold
Dark Sight by @maplesyrupao3
Painting Layers of Love by @still-searching47
The Story Teller by @b-does-the-write-thing
Best AU!OUAT:
Gentle Souls by @hedwighood
Freeze on the Stones by @toseehowthestoryends
Best Series:
Reckless Abandon by @rufeepeach
The House Guest by @b-does-the-write-thing
Chocaholic Series by @bookwormchocaholic
Fourteen Days by @mariequitecontraire
House of Strays by @lady-therion
Best Crossover:
Gold Rush by @annievh
The Magic of Family by Scales and Arpeggios (Showdown)
Warmth and Desire by Desperation and Gin (Showdown)
Best Holiday Fic:
Seven Days of Christmas by @mariequitecontraire
Skating Lessons by @bellegold
Six Degrees of Separation by @worryinglyinnocent
Christmas Day by @magnoliatattoo
Best Remix:
Pixie Dust by @emospritelet
The Fairy Gardener Remix by @prissyhalliwell
SPECIAL CATEGORIES
Best Golden Lace:
Reckless Abandon by @rufeepeach
Best Crack!Fic:
xxx
Best Drama:
xxx
Best Supernatural:
A Dragon's Heart by @worryinglyinnocent
Dark Sight by @maplesyrupao3
With a Word by @b-does-the-write-thing
Best Season Rewrite:
Come Hell or High Water by @standbyyourmantis
Best Trend:
The Lesson by @woodelf68
Best Prompter:
@thestraggletag
Events
(All fics in this category are limited to 2016 events)
Rumbelle Secret Santa
A Pleasure to Burn by @of-princes-and-savages
Painting Faces by @we-aim-to-misbehave
New beginnings by @judymulder
I Must Be Warmer Now by @ifishouldvanish
Brandy, Apples and Spice by @rufeepeach
A Dragon's Heart by @worryinglyinnocent
Rumbelle Christmas in July:
Dark Sight by @maplesyrupao3
Blushes and Brushes by @rowofstars
The Nanny by @thatravenclawbitch
Rumbelle Revelry:
The Mysterious Incident of Shadowhearst Manor by @of-princes-and-savages
Ladies Of The Night by @thenaughtyscandalousscorpio
Woods Lovely, Dark and Deep by @b-does-the-write-thing
Mantis’ Menagerie (will be known as May Day Menagerie from 2017 on):
The Gods of Our Shores by @lady-therion
Adrift by @thestraggletag
Seal of Love by @endangeredslug
Water Logged by @we-aim-to-misbehave
Harborside by @minticetea
Finding Home by @thecompletebookworm
Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut):
Seven Days of Christmas by @mariequitecontrarie
Six Degrees of Separation by @worryinglyinnocent
Let’s go Back to December and Stay by @handwithquill
A Fresh Start by @woodelf68
Monthly Rumbelle (Smut):
Reflections by @woodelf68
Once Upon a Lifetime by @still-searching47
Return to Cave of Wonders by @worryinglyinnocent
An Education by @worryinglyinnocent
Great Rumbelle Blow Off:
Never Have I Ever by @breaktimewritings
Spinner's Helper by @ishtarelisheba
Look Back in Anger by @emospritelet
Fall on Your Knees by @thescholarlystrumpet
Rumbelle is Hope:
Baby of Mine by @sarashouldbestudying (Rumbelle Revolution)
Driving Lesson by @wierdogal
Hope is a Thing With Feathers by @endageredslug
CHARACTER AWARDS
Best Belle:
Belle from Inheritance by @rufeepeach
Chubby!Belle from All of Me by @mariequitecontraire
Best Dark One!Belle:
xxx
Best Lacey:
Reckless Abandon Lacey by @rufeepeach
Buried Treasure Lacey by @emospritelet
Best Barely Legal!Belle:
Belle from Penance by @emospritelet
Belle from Heat of the Moment by @thescholarlystrumpet
Best Dark One:
The House Guest DO by @b-does-the-write-thing
The Story Teller by @b-does-the-write-thing
Best Mr. Gold:
With a Word by @b-does-the-write-thing
Disrupted by @theoneandonlylittlebird
Best Spinner!Rumple:
Harmless by @rufeepeach
The Queen’s Request by @b-does-the-write-thing
Best Woobie!Rum:
Red Lights by @rufeepeach
The Birth of a Fairy by @annievh
The Ice Queen by @charmedrumbelle
Best OC:
Clerk from Dark Sight by @maplesyrupao3
Best Rumbelle Child:
Bae from Inheritance by @rufeepeach
Best Villain:
Cora Mills from Freeze on the Stones by @toseehowthestoryends
Nurse Mills from Better to Face the Bullets by @ishtarelisheba
Art
Best Cover Art:
“Choker of Lace” by @licieoic
“Real Inside” by @dekujin
“Find Me Tomorrow” by @angelqueen13art
“Heart of the Ship” by @qtarts
“Any Port in a Storm” by @midstorm
Isabella’s Baby by @rumpledspinster
Best Graphic Art: Gif sets, photosets, etc.:
[X] by @rumpledspinster
Pirate Belle by @midstorm
Pieces by @rumbelleluv
All of Me by @rowofstars
Feet In the Air, Head On the Ground by @rowofstars
Blushes and Brushes by @rowofstars
Gideon’s conception by @nirvigedearie
Best Fan Art:
[Selkie!Rumbelle] by @nia-nita
[Secret Santa] by @angelqueen13
“You’re Still Here” by @licieoic
“Hold Me and Love Me” by @licieoic
[Dorks] by @cocoadrops
C’mon Rumple… it’s tradition by @nia-nita
[Green Dress] by @erel89
[“The Cure”] by @erel89
[Sad DO!Rumple] by @enveniya
“Deeper, Dearie” by @suchadearie
[BATB Dress] by @captainpinsel
DarkOne!Belle by @goldesque
Flower picking by @nia-nita
Surprise kiss by @cocoadrops
Waiting by @licieoic
Rainy day in Storybrooke by @erel89
Lacey and Mr. Gold by @nynaeve88illustration
sea wizard Rumple and librarian Belle by @nia-nita
“Mermaid Belle” by @licieoic
[Animated Spinner!Rum] by @nia-nita
Fairy!Belle (In Heat) by @nia-nita
Best Comic/Graphic Novel:
[Things Belle scolds me for] by @doodlinglina
“Shipwrecked on a Mystical Island” by @delintthedarkone
“A Rumbelle birthday party” by @foxmurphy
“I want my Bell back” by @mercisnm
The Fairy and the Librarian by @nia-nita
[Belle doesn’t know how to make a compliment] by @cocoadrops
Light Switch by @kamdensl
Incredible by @kamdensl
Best Artist:
@nia-nita
@erel89
@kamdensl
@licieoic
@bookwormappreciationlife
@cocoadrops
@rowofstars
BEST ANYELLE FIC:
Tiger Lilies by @emospritelet
Look Back in Anger by @emospritelet
No Light Over London by @lotus0kid
A Pleasure to Burn by @of-princes-and-savages
Adrift by @thestraggletag
BEST ANYEM FIC:
The Third Wheel by @junoinferno
BEST RUMBELLE FIC:
Penance by @emospritelet
Inheritance by @rufeepeach
Dark Sight by @maplesyrupao3
All of Me by @mariequitecontraire
BEST AUTHOR:
@emospritelet
@suchadearie
@thescholarlystrumpet
@rufeepeach
Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement award:
@mariequitecontraire
@deweymay
@crankynerdgirl
Newbie Spotlight:
@of-princes-and-savages
@nirvigedearie
@theoneandonlylittlebird
@still-searching47
@poca-staks
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deweymay replied to your post “Fanfic meme, 2, 3, and 13? 13 especially because I soundtrack scenes...”
Yes VGG -sorry, blame it on post-Christmas/pre-NYE cocktails! That's an impressive playlist :) I HAD SARAH MCLACHLAN PLAYING IN MY HEAD THE NIGHT HE FOUND HER IN THE SNOW!! My internal VGG playlist always begins with: https://play.spotify.com/collection/songs It sets the tone :) Thanks!
deweymay replied to your post “Fanfic meme, 2, 3, and 13? 13 especially because I soundtrack scenes...”
Crap, the link didn't link. Not Pretty Enough by Casey Chambers. Stupid holiday brain.
Wait... what? You’re telling me that the chapter actually took MY song choice piggyback and dumped it right onto YOUR porch? (◎-◎;)!! Yes, that’s why Sarah McLachlan is in that playlist (added post-writing, though). OMG. Am I allowed to take that as a huge compliment for VGG?
Oh. Oh!!! I haven’t heard that Chambers song in FOREVER. I think it was used in a fanvid in one of my old fandoms once. Wow, major flashback. Just time-traveled here for a sec. :D
Actually, if you start with Not Pretty Enough, you might want to consider following that up with Little Bird, Somewhere, Falling Into You, Nullarbor and The Rain.
(Perfect holiday brain is perfect. Thank you! :) )
#deweymay#replies#rumbelle fic#fic: very good girls#and just like that you gave Lacey a voice#huh#cool#don't mind me#just a writer drowning in feels#*hugs Lacey*#sorry kid
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Fanfic meme, 2, 3, and 13? 13 especially because I soundtrack scenes while I'm reading them so I'm always curious to know what an author was thinking of or hearing when they wrote it. Thanks :)
Thank you! I’m assuming this is for VGG? (correct me if you had another fic in mind, your ask doesn’t say ;) )
Fanfic ask meme
2: What scene did you first put down?
The start of the first chapter. I had this vague idea that involved smart and bratty student!Lacey, aloof teacher!Gold, and a Cursed!SB classroom setting. And of course the original prompt.
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
And just like that, sitting at an old, battered kitchen table that’s not his own at an ungodly hour, the taste of his favorite tea blend turning bitter on his tongue, Roan Gold, the cold and untouchable Dr. Roan Gold, doesn’t know if he’s feeling for her or for himself; if the ache in his chest is hers or his or theirs. The only thing he knows is that, for better or worse, he’s made a decision.
It’s the first time we get a glimpse at Gold’s emotional state, his true feelings for Lacey. There’s the recognition, the connection between them that he can’t quite explain and isn’t sure he wants to acknowledge; and we already see the hesitation, the guilt, and his tendency to rationalize feeling, thought and behavior - which takes over so swiftly and quietly that it’s easy to miss.
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
I always have music playing in the background when I write. Often it’s soundtracks or classical music, but over time each fic ends up with its own playlist. It’s both songs I listened to when writing and songs that reminded me of the fic or the characters when I first heard them (for some reason or other).
VGG has an obscenely long playlist.
If you’re curious about a particular scene, chapter or character, just let me know and I’ll name the song(s) that go with them.
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Author Asks 4, 16 and 23 please?
4) favorite character you’ve written
Gosh, this is hard... Possibly Carella in Penance. I love writing her, particularly when she and Gold snark at each other. But then I love writing Ruby, too. There was so little of her on the show that it gave me the opportunity to flesh her out as a full character in fics, and now she’s very definitely a whole person in my head. I’ve written a lot of different versions of Belle and Gold, but there’s only one Ruby for me.
16) are there any characters who haunt you?
I’m not sure what’s meant by this. Characters I’ve killed off? Characters that keep popping up? I’m going to interpret it as characters that keep being mentioned but that I can’t quite bring myself to write fully into the stories, and I’d have to go with Zelena. She features in the background in the escort!Gold verse, but I dislike her so much I’ve found it very difficult to write her in properly.
If you interpreted this question differently, let me know and I’ll answer it the way you see it
23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?
Smut. My love of food... That’s pretty much it, I think.
Thank you!
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Get to Know the Author Asks 4, 5 and 25 please? Thanks :)
Send me an ask: get to know your author
Oooooooh these are difficult, hah. THANK YOU FOR ASKING! Hmmmm
4) favorite character you’ve written
Well, considering the awful lot of rumbelle fic I have written, it shouldn’t be a surprise that my favorite is among them, right? I think it’s Hyde from Hydeous. He was awful fun to write. But also, Belle. Every single one, because they’re all a little different… I love them all. Oooooh, and Durza from my Durzelle fic. I love that fucker. I think it’s clear that I have decision-making problems.
From my original characters, I’m head over heels with Miss Dearly from Penelope’s Choice. But also my current heroine from the twisted fairytale I just finished writing… (on to editing, see previous ask for problems xP)
5) character you were most surprised to end up writing
Well that’s another difficult one… I guess it was serialKiller!Gold from Dark Matter. I never expected to go quite as dark.
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
MAN WHY ARE THESE ALL SO DIFFICULT!!!!! lskhfgs. Okay, it’s really hard for me t keep track of these things, but there’s one passage in Hell Bent that I always loved… Under the cut, because it’s long-ish
“Tell me, Lacey, what are you reading?” He pointed to the book in her clutch, and she stepped back. Somehow, despite it all, he missed her closeness, missed the strange itch he felt when she was so close that he could see the downy hair on her neck when he looked at her. At the same time, though, he was glad to be able to breathe again.
“Rilke.”
He let his fingers glide along the rows of books until he found the spot where one was missing. His fingertips itched when he reached the gap, tingled with the desire to reach into that empty spot and feel…something. As if he could still feel the presence of the book where it had once been. He wondered why she had picked that particular book. Turning to face her, he plucked the slim volume out of her grip and skimmed through the pages, placing his finger where hers had been to mark the page. He knew it almost by heart, had read it so often in the first time after Isobel’s death that the pages had turned grey beneath his fingertips.
“Why this?” he asked, and noticed that she came closer again, peeking at the book in his hands.
“It felt important. Most of those books look as if they’ve been hardly ever touched. This one is different. It’s worn.” She put her hand over his on the book, as if she wanted to keep him from taking it away for good, and the sudden contact of skin stung like the heavy air right before a thunderstorm. He inhaled sharply.
“You’ve…changed. I never saw you reading.”
She tilted her head, and there was that smile again, the smile that made him feel like he was worth it to be smiled at. He wondered if she had ever smiled at him like that before. Lacey took back the book, and his hand, suddenly empty, longed to touch her. But when he lifted his hand to her cheek, stopping within an inch of her skin, just below her jaw, she turned her face away, as if pulled by invisible strings. He wanted to pull back, suddenly panicked by the urge to feel her skin again, but instead, he let his hand glide down her side, caressing the air, down along her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm, so close but never quite touching her, until he reached her free hand, clawing into her skirt. He had avoided her eyes, scared of what he might see there, but now he looked at her, stepped closer again, hardly breathing, and waited for her to turn her hand into his palm, to meet his fingertips – or step away, draw back. Her eyes were filled with wonder, and with something that might have been panic.
“Reuben…” she whispered, and his name rolled clumsily from her tongue, as if her mouth was filled with pebbles. She trembled, almost like a doe sensing the hunter. He realized that he wanted to kiss her. Realized that his lips prickled in his desire to feel her skin, to cross that distance and feel the sparks bite into him. Realized that something was decidedly and unmistakably wrong. He stepped back, exactly at the same time that she stepped back, too, clearing her throat. His own throat felt as if it was blocked by something big and fuzzy.
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Hi :) Ok for Fan Mail TMI? How did Bae react when his letter from Belle arrived? Thanks!
Rating: M
Summary: Isabelle French is a bestselling children’s author who hasn’t written a single word since her mother’s death. While grieving, she receives a letter from a young Bae Gold, who claims to be her biggest fan.
Author’s Note: For you, @deweymay? Heck yeah ;)
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Check it out on AO3
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He can hear his papa from behind the closed door of his office.
“I don’t care,” he snarls. “No, you listen. It’s his birthday for god’s sake. You are not taking him away when…no, you have no right, no right, do you understand me? I will ruin you…”
Papa’s words are biting, angry and cold.
It makes Bae’s chest tighten and his breath fall short. He curls a fist around the front of his shirt, twisting the cloth like he can yank out the bad feelings worming their way into his heart.
He closes his eyes and wishes he could.
Suddenly, the walls around the house are too big and too close. So he goes out into the porch, into the sunlight, into the summer air, where he can pretend for a little while that everything is okay.
He wonders what he should do first. He sees his baseball glove lying on the last step of the stairwell. He sees his bike lying on its side on their otherwise perfect, green lawn. He sees the mailman wave as he stops by their gate.
“I think you’ve got something here,” he says and holds out a letter.
Bae takes the letter and the world and everything in it comes to a stop when he sees a drawing of Colette the Wise Knight flying a long banner with a name.
Belle French.
When he remembers to breathe again, he runs up to his room and locks the door behind him. His fingers shake because he doesn’t know what to do. In fact, he doesn’t know how many minutes pass before he carefully…very carefully…opens the seal and takes out the letter.
Dear Bae—
You can call me Belle. And yes, your letter reached me! I was feeling very sad for a very long time. But your letter made me feel better. I’m glad you liked my books. It’s very kind of your Papa to get you the whole series as a gift! Her Handsome Hero was my favorite series to write. I based it off the stories that my mother would tell me as a child. So those books will always be very close to my heart.
-Belle French
PS. Feel free to write me again.
It is written in pen, every curl and dash in place. Bae only hopes his own blocky letters will look as good one day. But more than that, he knows that Belle has touched the letter, has written it herself, has asked him to write her again and he presses the letter over his heart.
He doesn’t know why his eyes are stinging. But it’s a good kind of stinging. Because now he is happy and doesn’t have to pretend that everything is okay. Because everything is okay. Just a little bit. Just enough.
He takes the letter and the drawing of Colette the Wise Knight and pins it to his cork board, right next to his big yellow stars for math and spelling.
Then he takes his pen and paper and starts to write.
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deweymay replied to your post:why is Belle always a virgin in your stories and...
Except that Gold’s not actually been all that busy, really? I mean it was Penance!Gold’s self inflicted loneliness that led to that particular clusterfuck of angst and passion, and Bound/Long!Gold were almost priestish with their respective celibacies, (exc Milah) and Ives/Gold’s passions have been sated in the frypan up until he met a certain librarian…and holy f*&^, you’ve written thirty seven stories!?! God I hope I’ve missed one, cause yay, unread Sprite fic!
Most of them are one-shots, but they’re all on AO3 :)
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OUaT: Anniversary Fic the First
((For @deweymay. Sorry for the delay. I guess I really did need an actual break from writing. Anyway, major spoilers for Blessings. Probably won’t make much sense if you haven’t read it. Also, little bit NSFW.))
“So I said, ‘Of course you can borrow it, I told you to read that ages ago.’ So she did, and then later when I asked how she liked it she got all weird and wouldn’t say.”
“Uh huh.”
“So then I found out Joy never actually read it. She just wanted to carry it around so Amalthea would see it and think she was smart. Can you believe that?”
“No way.”
“Honestly! So I was talking with Amalthea today and Joy came up and started talking with us, and you know what I did?”
“What?”
“I asked her about the book. Right in front of Amalthea. You should’ve seen her face! She couldn’t say anything! But you know what she did?”
“No.”
“She told Amalthea my favorite book was The Sea Salt Adventures! I hate pirate books! They’re for babies! How could she say that?”
“Nngh.”
“So I called her a liar, because she is, and now she’s off sulking somewhere, because she’s the baby, not me. She’s the worst. Don’t you think so, godmother?”
Rose’s furious brown eyes fix on Olene, who blinks a drowsy haze out of her own. For all she’s the product of true love, sometimes there seems to be very little of it in young Rose. However, Olene can see the whole of time laid out like a vast and rich tapestry across the plane of reality, and knows this is just a phase. Still, until her cherished goddaughter becomes a fully formed person...
She snaps her fingers, and in a flash, Rose and Joy stand before her crammed into a large, but not too large, shirt. “Godmother!” Rose shrieks in outrage.
Joy rolls her eyes. “Oh look, Rose went running to Olene. Again.”
“Shut up!”
“You shut up!”
BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP. When the vibrations of Olene’s divine pronouncement stop rattling the window panes, the two girls stare at her, stunned into profound silence. Olene coughs delicately. “Now, nobody leaves the Get-Along Shirt until you both stop acting like babies. If you try, I’m sending you to the Underworld. Got it?”
Their heads bobble up and down on their necks.
Olene smiles. “Great! Good luck. I gotta go.”
In another flash, she disappears from Rose’s preparatory school and reappears in the chambers of Lady Belle of the Marshlands. She stalks to the bed and flicks open the curtain, revealing the lady herself with her legs tightly wrapped around the busily thrusting hips of her husband. Her screwed shut eyes crack open, then widen as she takes in the goddess.
A few sharp pokes at Rumpelstiltskin’s shoulder pause his frantic motions. “Hm, whuzzit?” he mumbles into her neck before lifting his head. Only the strong grip of Belle’s legs keeps him from tumbling off the bed when he sees Olene.
The goddess blows a noisy breath through her nose, and jabs a finger at her dear Chosen and his lovely wife. “You owe me,” she growls, finger darting between the two, “Big time.”
With one last flash, she’s gone. In the silence, Belle’s fingers trace along the necklace Rumpelstiltskin wears, and she breathes a short sigh of relief. “No more siblings for Rose and Bae, agreed?”
Rumpelstiltskin gulps. “Agreed.”
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Hi :) I was just reading your WiP memes and I have to ask, does the Untitled Dark Caste project have a synopsis you'd be willing to share? General tone? Theme? Intricate plot point? Thanks!
It’s something I started writing a couple of years ago, and I have about 20,000 words, but it’s very fragmented, so I didn’t want to post it yet. Basically Belle’s father has been killed on Gaston’s orders (she’s not aware of that) and she knows that now Maurice is dead she’ll be made to marry Gaston. She doesn’t want that, so she takes her horse Philippe and leaves Avonlea in the middle of a storm so she won’t be followed. She gets lost, and Philippe breaks his leg, so she has to kill him. Anyway, before she’s about to freeze to death, she finds this castle, and the gates open at her touch. The castle welcomes her, and food appears as if by magic, and she falls asleep in the kitchen. It’s only later that she finds out who it belongs to.
Oh, and she has a crystal around her neck, a teardrop of purple that is very magical, and Rumple’s intrigued. He thinks that’s why the castle let her in. But it isn’t.
Beyond that it’s basically Rumple being Rumple, a whole bunch of UST, the Blue Fairy being shady and Regina and Jefferson being a lot of fun. When I finish Penance I’ll probably pick it back up.
Oh, and there’s smut. There’s a pretty hot kissing scene, never mind anything else.
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Valentines Prompt for I think your only (currently) happy couple then? Sea!Devil, lazy Sunday afternoon on the couch. Someone brings up the possibility of a baby, the other brings up a jug of margaritas :)
Yay! I love writing these two! Penance!Sea Devil planning their very own little devil
“I’ve been thinking.” Ursula set down the jug, its sides clouded with condensation.
“You usually are,” remarked Carella, sitting forward and flicking her hair back. She pushed two cocktail glasses at Ursula, grinning as the margaritas were poured. “Well, go on, darling. What were you thinking?”
Ursula sat down on the couch, picking up one of the glasses, and Carella immediately turned herself around, propping cushions behind herself so she could swing her legs into Ursula’s lap. Ursula handed her the other glass and took a drink from her own, making a noise of enjoyment at the taste.
“We’ve been married almost a month now,” she said, her free hand stroking carelessly along Carella’s thigh. “I thought we might talk about starting a family.”
Carella looked thoughtful, taking a long drink of her margarita, the silver bracelets on her wrist jingling.
“I’d have to stop drinking, wouldn’t I?” she said regretfully, looking fondly at her glass, and Ursula arched a perfect brow at her.
“I didn’t say it had to be you,” she said dryly, and Carella shrugged.
“Well, it has to be one of us, and even if it were you, I wouldn’t be so mean as to have a glass of this excellent margarita when you couldn’t.” She took another drink, and inclined her head as she swallowed. “Besides, I thought we might each have one. I don’t mind going first.”
Ursula grinned, reaching out to take her hand, and Carella squeezed, returning her smile.
“Then we’re decided,” said Ursula, and the two clinked glasses before drinking again. Ursula reached for the jug, topping up their drinks, and settled back against the cushion with a sigh.
“You do realise the flaw in this genius plan, darling,” said Carella, lifting her glass and taking a sip. “Neither one of us has a penis.”
“And I’m eternally grateful for that.” Ursula leaned in and kissed her, the two of them dissolving into giggles. Carella sat back, taking another drink.
“So what are you thinking? Sperm donor? I don’t know, my love. Looking through profiles of endless smiling men pretending they have PhDs seems a little tawdry to me.”
“Agreed.” Ursula ran her fingers through Carella’s hair, making her roll her head back with a sigh of contentment. “I’m sure we can think of someone.”
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TMI for Extracurricular!GoldRush, first impressions. When you met, was it general disdain? Grudging admiration? Simmering tension of any kind?
Gold: he’d deleted my name on the rota for lab time and filled in his own. For every single slot.
Rush: that’s because I was working on something important. I presumed that as the new Chemistry professor you wouldn’t be
Gold: you have to sleep sometime, Rush
Rush: *snorts* that’s what you think!
Gold: *glares* so I had to confront him about it. He answered the door with his hair all over the place, reeking of cigarettes and coffee. He was insufferably rude.
Rush: I was WORKING!
Gold: *rolls eyes* So no, no grudging admiration. Simmering resentment, rather than tension, I think
Rush: yes, what do you mean by tension, anyway?
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