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The Dinner Guest
Summary: After Belle escapes the clutches of the Evil Queen Rumplestiltskin vows not to waste another opportunity with her. But it turns out Evil Queens are not the only obstacles in the path to true love.
Prompt: time for giving thanks, annoyed.
Added preferences: Charming as a foil for Rumple.
AN: Hi, @spottytonguedog it is I, your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this! This December has been crazy what with the heat wave (damn your Southern Hemisphere!), the myriad of birthdays and such and the World Cup (WE WON WE WON WE WON) so I’m sorry this is a couple of hours late (for me, I think it might actually be on time for you). Have fun and Merry Christmas!!!
Rumplestiltskin scanned the trophy room, trying to focus on every single detail at once. The fireplace was roaring, and the torches on the walls provided good ambient light: soft, the soft of light that flattered his scales, if there was such a thing. The tapestries were newly-washed, their tale a particularly fitting one, he felt: a unicorn, chased by hunters with their rabid dogs and saved by a beautiful maiden. He had obtained the tapestries in a deal with some minor king over a hundred years ago, and had forgotten all about them for decades. Belle had despaired over their sad state and had restored them, to the best of her abilities. He had let them gather dust after she had gone, and when he had thought her dead. But now that she was back he wanted them looking their best, if only for the smile it would put in her face.
The table was laid with golden plates and fresh flowers in all the many vases that adorned the centre, with candelabra at a safe distance to add to the ambiance. He had picked her favourite blooms, which had been suspiciously abundant around the castle.
He had also procured the food. Roasted pheasant with vegetables, followed by a palate-cleanser orange-flavoured water-ice and two choices of souffle, raspberry and chocolate. He had had to cash in a favour from a cook, once an undercook in the kitchen of a faraway king with dreams of proving himself and snatching a promotion. Rumplestiltskin had made it so he succeeded- by giving almost everyone else in the kitchen terrible food-poisoning in the eve of a big banquet. He had done it mostly out of boredom, but now he was glad that he had collected that favour.
He, of course, could not be outdone by his own dinner table, so he was dressed in his best attire: dark brown leather pants tucked into polished boots, a soft cream blouse with gold stitching and a gold-and-burgundy vest, the sort he favoured with flaring collars and plunging necklines. He had opted out of a coat of any kind, not wanting to have too many barriers between himself and Belle’s affectionate touches. His only nod to jewellery was the bracelet around his wrist, made from his and Belle’s hair, braided together with his own golden thread.
He had thrown himself into the research on a way to nullify the effects of true love the moment Belle had come back to him, bruised and thin from her enjoyment of Regina’s brand of hospitality but blessedly alive and, surprisingly, willing to give him another chance.
Surely, he reasoned, if there was a way to bottle true love, something that previously people had thought could not be done, true love could also be… blocked. Or its magical effects nullified. He threw himself into his research, wishing to prove himself worthy of Belle’s trust in him.
In the end two strands of their hair, braided along his gold thread and fashioned into bracelets, one for each, was all it took. It was, in many ways, the same alchemical principle that had allowed him to bottle true love, only it contained instead of condensed. He had presented the bracelet to Belle along with a painfully honest recount of what had happened with Bae, how he had spent the past three centuries trying to find his way back to the son he had abandoned in a moment of weakness. He had owed it to her, both to explain why he had to hold onto his power and would not consider giving into their feelings unless he could do that. Not that he expected anything, he told her.
He needn’t have feared she would reject him, or that she would be reluctant to kiss him again, burned by what had happened the first time. She had given him a kiss that night. Fleeting, a tentative brush of her lips against her, standing on tiptoes because she was such a wee thing, no matter how large her presence was in every room she stepped into.
Soon her bravery asserted itself and her exploratory pecks became long, deep kisses. Became late nights in front of a roaring fire, laying boneless in the settee she usually liked to lounge and read in, with her practically on top of him, tilting her head this way and that way, seeking out the angles she liked the most, the pressured and intensity that was had them both in a near constant state of tension.
It was heavenly. Rumplestiltskin was not a man accustomed to touching. He had seldom been touched as a human, and even less in an affectionate way, barring his brief time having Bae around. As the Dark One touch happened much less, both as a personal choice and as an inevitable side effect of being the thing monsters were afraid of. But he was addicted to it now, with the way Belle flung himself into his arms, the way she boldly wrapped her arms around him, tugging at his hair as she slanted her mouth across his, a demanding little thing, seeking her pleasure out of him.
But as much of a delightful little explorer as she was, Belle was also a maiden. A noble lady raised modestly, safe inside the walls of her father’s keep. Her experience with men was constrained to garden parties and galas, and later on, once the ogres began threatening their land, to the soldiers wounded in battle that she would try to tend to, always chaperoned by at least a maid, if not more. Belle was innocent, and as brave as she was with him, there was a limit to what she would do. A lack of knowledge, an honest ignorance of what came after, but the way she moved in his arms, and the noises she made, let him know she felt like him. Unfulfilled. Eager.
He was the one with experience. He should be the one taking the lead, guiding things to the next step, but he was a coward, terrified of a hundred different things. Of being so vulnerable in front of someone else. Of disappointing Belle, or not being enough for her. Of hurting her too, with the way the demon in him burned for her, the way it whispered to him to consume her, to rip the innocence right out of her. No Dark One had ever felt carnal lust, not like this. Not so focused on one single person, so fixated and possessive. He felt that if he ever lost control the curse would swallow Belle up.
So he did what he did best. He ran, telling himself he was protecting her. Doing the right thing, keeping the monster away from the beautiful maiden. But it was a cowardly excuse, and only took him into consideration. Belle deserved better, deserved to choose for herself how far she wanted to go, how she wanted things to be between them.
So he decided to plan a dinner. A slow seduction over music, food and cosy intimacy. A lovely night of romancing where he would press her just as much as she would let him, where he would guide her as far as she wanted to go. He would be brave for her.
The thought of bravery made him go to the wet bar in the corner, picking up a decanter of whiskey and pouring himself a healthy three fingers worth of the amber liquid into a solid crystal snifter, gulping the drink down before helping himself to seconds. As he did he tried to take his mind off things. He needed to be calm, cool and collected and he could do neither of those things if he thought about Belle, soaking in the tub he had set up for her, the water scented with orange blossoms, ready to slip on the lovely dress he had made for her, a magnificent golden confection with a sweeping skirt and, dare he admit it, a rather daring neckline, the colour surely to highlight the peachy shade of her-
Fuck. He needed to get a fucking hold of himself. Three hundred years barely feeling anything for anyone, and now it was as if all that pent-up want was slamming into him at once, turning him into a slobbering animal. Perhaps it would not be such a bad idea to-
A knock interrupted his thoughts, though he thought at first that he might be imagining things. It was a cold winter night, no one who had any sense would even think to be anywhere near the Dark Castle. Yet the knock came again, one followed by another till it became clear that someone was banging rather insistently on his door. Miffed beyond reason and ready to dispatch whoever was stupid enough to interrupt his planned night he yanked the door open, finding what he thought at first might be some overgrown dog drenched by the snowfall that had barely stopped half an hour ago. But once he lit the nearest torch he saw that it wasn’t an animal at all. It was Prince fucking Charming, wet, muddied and looking like sleep was a foreign concept he had never encountered before.
“Do you, by chance, have any peaches?”
What.
The.
Fuck.
“The devil you say?”
Rumplestilskin frowned, sure he had heard Charming wrong and disgruntled at the interruption. The prince was likely there due to some Regina-shaped emergency or some other magical inconvenience that he thought the Dark One could solve because, apparently, fairy godmothers were there for decoration. Couldn’t he spend one evening not babysitting one stupid monarch or the other?
“It’s just… I’ve noticed you have an orchard where the trees seem to be indifferent to the passing of the seasons.”
The pretend prince was right, of course. The orchards inside the Dark Castle grounds always bore fruit. Belle liked fruit, for one. She had been deprived of it for long during the Ogre Wars and later on when she had been captured by the queen. So he made sure the orchards were gripped by a never ending summer, the trees heavy with juicy fruit and the bushes dripping with berries that she could simply pluck and eat as she passed by. Pears, peaches, oranges, tangerines, blackberries and raspberries. Everything except apples.
“I need peaches, and this was the only place I could think of to get them in the middle of winter.”
Yeah, that didn’t really answer any of the questions he currently had. He was about to tell him so, right before he told him to fuck off, but an unexpected and uninvited twinge of pity settle on the pit of his stomach. Charming looked a wreck, truly. Sodden to the bone, looking like he might have torn chunks of hair out of his scalp, with clothing that he seemed to have put on while blindfolded. Like some pathetic, ran down Adonis.
“Just… go stand by the fire. I can barely understand you, the way your teeth are chattering.”
He reluctantly ushered the prince into his home, thinking that he could speed up his recovery with a bit of magic, get quickly to the bottom of whatever fever dream had gripped the idiot and dispatched him back to the loving arms of his white-as-snow bride before Belle had finished arranging her hair. Surely the man would be as eager to be on his way as Rumplestiltskin was to kick him out.
But Charming bypassed the fireplace in the main hall completely, striding deeper into the castle as if he owned it, his steps leading him to the trophy room.
“It smells great in here. And so warm!” The lumbering idiot went straight towards the table laden with food, only making a last-minute detour when he spotted the wet bar.
“Oh, I could use a drink. It’ll warm me right up.”
“So would a fireball to the face.”
His fingers twitched, eager, but Charming was then too close to the dining table, and he could not risk spoiling all his hard work. The boy grabbed the heavy crystal decanter he had poured his own drink from, and the Dark One frowned, uneasy. That whiskey was not ordinary. Alcoholic beverages could not do little to his Dark One physique, so he tended to lace his drinks, making sure Belle knew not to touch certain bottles. That particular decanter was itself enchanter to enhance the potency of whatever drink it contained, and he had been letting that particular whiskey macerate in there for years. It was his “drink in case of emergency emotional breakdown” drink, so to speak.
“Dearie, I don’t think you should-”
He thought he’d have more time to warn him. That, as a prince now, Charming had grown to acquire at least some of the mannerisms of the nobility, like their appreciation of fine liqueurs. But it seemed that you could take a man out of the pigsty but you couldn’t take the pigsty out of a man. Charming downed the drink almost blindly, hardly reacting to the way the alcohol burned its way down his throat. By the time the Dark One could blink, aghast and also a little bit more respectful of Charming, he served himself a new glass, which he drank just as fast as the first one. In an instant he had transported himself next to the man and, in an uncharacteristic act of generosity, yanked the decanter right out of the fool’s greedy hands.
“Let’s try some water for a change, dearie.”
“What about some food? I’m starving.”
The prince’s eyes were already glassy, a clear indicator the whiskey had been as powerful as he’d feared. Otherwise he imagined he would have cowered at the sight of a scowling Dark One, clearly one small comment away from turning him into a snail.
“Oh, everything looks delicious and it looks like you have more than enough. You don’t mind, do you?”
Rumplestiltskin didn’t need to strain himself to catch the way the princeling was beginning to slur, nor pay extra attention to notice how he dropped himself into a chair like a sack of potatoes. With manners that clearly outed him as a person who had grown up in a barn he tore through his carefully-arranged table, casually tearing a leg off the roasted pheasant and piling his plate high with the vegetables, uncaring of the bits that fell to the soft cream tablecloth, staining the fabric a muddy brown.
“Do they not feed you at home, dearie?” He could not even bring himself to be outraged for his ruined efforts, so appalled was he by Charming’s voraciousness. “Does your snowy wife forget to drop the kitchen scraps into your pen at night?”
The princeling mumbled something, made entirely unintelligible by the pheasant drumstick still protruding from the man’s mouth. Rumplestiltskin began to feel that comparing Charming to pigs was an affront to pigs everywhere.
“I just… It’s been a difficult couple of days. Week. Month and a half.”
To his credit he looked like he had had a rough few weeks, his eye-bags alone attesting to sleepless nights and frayed nerves.
“Trouble with the missus?”
Charming had the decency to swallow this time before speaking, going as far as to wash the food down with a long drink of water. At least he was getting hydrated.
“She’s pregnant, as you must know.”
He did, of course. The future saviour was swimming about in Snow’s tummy as they spoke, right on schedule. A blonde, blue-eyed little thing, if the glimpses he caught of the future, fleeting as they were, proved true. More like her father than her mother in looks.
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, it… It hasn’t been easy. She’s been so dreadfully sick, so of course I can’t sleep knowing that she’s suffering so. We’ve been trying to find things she can keep down, or things she’ll be tempted to eat, but it’s never something that we have readily available. It’s either some spiced sauce from Agrabah or a very rare mushroom growing atop the Forbidding Mountains, or, in this case-”
“Peaches. In winter.”
Snow White was rarely the stereotype of a spoiled princess nowadays, after her rough living as an outlaw and a bandit, but pregnancy had apparently brought the haughty royal in her. At least when it came to her pregnancy cravings.
“Yes. I was going mad, tried everywhere to find some, until I remembered about your orchards.”
Desperation did strange things to people. In the case of Charming, it seemed to have made him reckless beyond reason. He could not detect an iota of fear in the man as he continued to grab chunks of the now poorly-looking pheasant and serve himself helpings of every side dish.
“There are some hot bread rolls in the basket with the red napkin, if you want some help cleaning out your plate.”
“Oh, that would be lovely!”
Clearly Charming was beyond sarcasm too. That was going to be a problem.
“Rumple, are we having company?”
Rumplestiltskin stood stock still for a second, wishing that he had misheard. But it wasn’t meant to be, judging by the way Charming’s attention focused on something behind him, the man doing what looked like a halfway decent attempt at looking semi-sober, though he wobbled when he stood to bow.
“Greetings, my Lady. Sorry, I didn’t know there was anyone else here.”
He tried to straighten up, but he wasn’t sober enough for it, stumbling almost into Rumplestiltskin’s arms. The Dark One turned around, immediately relieved upon realising that Belle had not put on her gold dress but rather one of the winter frocks he had made for her, the fabric a soft lavender that complimented her hair and skin. If Charming had seen her in the gold dress, he would have had to kill him.
“It’s no trouble. I’m Belle, nice to meet you.”
The idiotic shepherd took a few steps forward, stumbling less than he should have, given his state, and bowed rather dashingly, crumpled wet cape and all. Damn his natural charisma, he wondered if he could bottle it somehow. Would likely come in handy for one of his deals. Luckily, Belle did not seem taken in by it, though she remained cautiously welcoming.
“I seemed to hear you need… peaches?”
Relief rolled off Charming’s shoulders as he directed his sheepdog puppy-eyed stare at Belle, having obviously decided she was the answer to his prayers.
“Yes, my lady. For my wife. She’s pregnant, you see, and has strong cravings. I’ve been looking everywhere for peaches but it’s not the season for them. This is my last hope.”
He smiled at Belle, looking so insufferably lost and needy that Rumplestilskin almost reconsidered that fireball he had nixed earlier.
“Oh, you poor dear. I’ll go get some peaches, it’ll only take a few minutes. Rumple will look after you till I get back.”
The moment Belle was out of the room, going towards the kitchen to access the orchard quicker, Charming’s expression changed, a roguish smile taking over his features before he slapped him hard on the back.
“What the fuck?”
“You old dog!” His slurring got more pronounced now that there were no ladies present to impress. A sort of strange joviality took over the man, erasing some of the tiredness from his face. “I didn’t know you had company. Lovely company at that.”
It was a testament to how endearing the idiot was that he could call Belle lovely and not have it be perceived by Rumple as a declaration of war. But the poor sod was besotted with his whiter-than-snow wife, and too goody-two-shoes to even glance at another woman in that way.
“Belle is…”
Charming made a sound of encouragement, pouring him a glass of the damned whiskey and prompting him to sit down beside him and share a bit of himself.
“She’s a flicker of light, am I right? Your flicker of light?”
The pretend prince nudged him on the side and wagged his eyebrows, in what appeared to be some male-bonding gesture of some kind. He hated that he didn’t hate it.
“Yes.”
“I thought you said… I mean, you said she was dead.”
Damn the man for lowering his voice in concern.
“I thought she was. Regina told me she was. Turns out she had her. Imprisoned her in a tower, a chess piece to be used if there was ever need of it.”
“Then I’m surprised Regina is still alive.”
There was something about the way that Charming said it, with a hint of harshness and a twinge of regret, that surprised the Dark One. The man was sad he hadn’t offed Regina, apparently. Then again, Charming of all people understood what it was to have your true love threatened by the likes of the Evil Queen.
“Belle doesn’t want me to kill her.”
It still irked him, even though he would not have killed Regina either way, needing her as he did for the curse to be cast. But he disliked that Belle had adamantly told him not to retaliate in any way.
“Can’t even maim her a bit. Unfair.”
Charming patted him on the back with a bit more gusto perhaps than he would have done sober.
“That’s tough.” He put on an understanding smile, unbearable in its sincerity. “Women, right? Can’t live with them, can’t live without ‘em.”
“I could live without you, dearie, so touch me again at your own peril.”
The shepherd raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but he did not seem afraid at all by his very grave warning. Instead he leaned over, smelling strongly of spirits and pheasant, and whispered to him.
“So, old boy, how are things going with this Belle of yours?”
For the umpteenth time in the past half an hour Rumplestilskin wondered how necessary Charming really was to his future plans, the saviour having already been conceived and all.
“Where the hell is that girl with those damned peaches?!”
Belle found him around half an hour after he had managed to send a still-drunk Charming on his way with a basket of perfect peaches, moodily sitting down on the bearskin rug in front of the fire and staring into the flames and thinking about how his carefully-planned dinner had gone up in smoke.
“Your sulking is keeping me awake.”
He grumbled, fighting the urge to grab the throw from the settee and hide himself underneath it. It would be beneath his dignity as a Dark One, but it was very tempting all the same. He had chucked off his vest and boots, and had magically cleared the table. No use pretending their cosy little dinner was going to happen.
“Just a few more thunderclaps and I’ll let the storm move on.”
As if on cue lightning split the sky outside, a crashing sound accompanying soon after, satisfying in its intensity.
“Is the prince at least out of range of your temper-tantrum?”
He smiled half-heartedly.
“Where do you think the storm’s going?”
He heard Belle tut behind him, but he could tell, without having to look at her, that she was at least partly amused by the whole thing. When she finally entered his line of vision she was holding a tray containing the two souffles, which had been blissfully waiting in the kitchen for them to finish the dinner that never happened. Charming hadn’t gotten his greedy little hands on them.
“Come, I don’t think these will keep. Might as well eat them now.”
She handed him a spoon, keeping the other one she had for herself. There were no serving bowls, but his prim little former-servant did not seem to mind, grabbing a bite right out of the souffle, unbothered by the notion of eating out of the same place as the Dark One.
He grabbed the spoon and sunk it deep into the chocolate souffle, humming in appreciation once the rich taste of chocolate exploded on his tongue. Fuck, it was good. Next to him Belle moaned as she savoured a mouthful of the raspberry dessert, which left him enchanted. That favour had been well worth the deal.
They ate in companionable silence, the dessert and quiet company doing a lot to smooth out his anger and frustration. Fucking Charming and his inopportune timing and sleep-depriveness. Damn his complete refusal to be cowed by his power and his dark and well-earned reputation.
“It was lovely, by the way, the dinner. Or what I got to see and smell of it. And the dress, it’s beautiful. I look forward to wearing it some other time.”
He glanced at her, noticing now that her hair was down and loosely braided for bed, her cotton nightgown peeking from beneath the soft blue shawl she had draped over herself. It was endearing, the braids making her look younger than she was, the whole scene, down to her bare toes, incredibly domestic. He was suddenly struck by how intimate it was, to see her so unbound, so free. He reached out, unable to deny himself, and gently ran a finger through the nearest braid, catching his claw on the ribbon she had secured at the end of it. He tugged, taking the piece of silk with him, watching as Belle’s curls struggled to assert themselves as the braid dissolved.
“You smell nice.”
She smelt like she always did, a heady mixture of lavender, iris and vanilla, but it was more concentrated then, turning his head. He could finally feel the effects of the whiskey that he took, a loosening up of mind and body, not strong enough to leave him as senseless as Charming had been, but enough to lessen the fear that bubbled up whenever he was too close to Belle, quieting down the part of him that urged him to flee. Feeling rather content he leaned close, nosing the side of her neck, seeking out more of that lovely scent. He felt her tilt her head to a side in voiceless approval, letting his mouth trail up and down her soft skin, ghosting over the shell of her ear and down towards her shoulder.
“That’s nice.”
Her voice was unnaturally low, like he imagined she would sound when she woke up in the morning, and it made heat pool low in his belly.
“Rumple,” she sighed, sounding a bit drunk herself, her hands letting go of the shawl so it fell to the floor between them. He tasted a flicker of desperation in the air, heady in the knowledge that it came from her.
“What do you want, dearie?”
The demon in him purred, recognising the siren song of a desperate soul, eager to give up anything for the thing they wanted the most.
“Kiss me, Rumple.”
It took less than a second for his lips to be on hers, and even less for her mouth to open to his. He groaned, pressing her body firmly against the solid wall of books behind her, feeling every curve of her body against his own, and it was both a relief and a source of the most acute pain imaginable. She tasted like the raspberry sauce of the cheesecake they served at Granny's, and he immediately had a new favourite dessert. He lapped at her, his tongue darting up the roof of her mouth and exploring every hidden crevice, lingering on those spots that made her moan and arch against him.
"Sweetheart", he growled into her mouth, the word affectionate but the tone inhuman, almost angry. Belle felt one of his hands fist into her hair and the other slide from her hip to her upper left thigh, sneaking under her billowing nightgown and tracing the skin there with the lightest of touches. Her whole body jerked in response, her hands going around his shoulders and slipping into the collar of his shirt, caressing the nape of his neck with her fingernails in a way she knew drove him mad. She loved her independence, and their slow courtship full of new things they learned about each other and tiny baby steps towards a mature and unique understanding of one another, but ever since Rumplestiltskin had first kissed the back of her hand she'd understood that, for them to go slowly and do it right, there needed to be a form of release, or else a strange sort of tension followed them around everywhere. The deeper their emotional intimacy went the more she needed their physical release to be, and she knew he felt the same, except he kept running from her at the worst possible time. But he wasn’t running now.
"Rum," Belle's words were slurred, and her accent, usually unnoticeable, was heavy. It drove the Dark One wild to know she wanted him as much as he did her, that he might not be the only one daydreaming of the scent of books during the day and tossing and turning at night, eager for a warm body that wasn't there. He struggled to remember why he had shied away from her so, from what they clearly both really needed. He could be gentle for her, could be kind and soft and make her feel nothing but pleasure.
His thoughts halted to a stop when he felt her tongue in his mouth and he dimly wondered how she had gotten his own tongue to retreat from inside her wet heat. He felt her sigh and clutch him closer, her legs hitching around his hips, which made him thrust against her almost involuntarily. He was half about to apologise before he felt her nails scratch down his back, exquisitely painful even with the fabric of his shirt between them.
“That felt amazing. Do it again.”
"Oh, Gods, Belle!" he parted his lips from her with an agonised moan, his eyes black as they regarded her, from her dishevelled hair to her swollen lips and pleading eyes. The goddess who had been so defiant and brave in her golden gown, and resolute in her pretty blue dress was now vulnerable and open in his arms, unabashedly encouraging the touches of a monster. He went for her throat, using more teeth and tongue than anything to sate himself as well as her. Her hips ground against his, reminding him of the unfulfilled ache that drove his pelvis to find a common rhythm with hers.
"Yes, yes!" she hissed into his ear, bracing herself on his shoulders "Please, Rum, please, don't stop."
He laughed against the crook of her neck, the mere idea of him being able, let alone willing, to stop seeming completely ridiculous. But with her assurances as to what she wanted he allowed one of his hands to delve between their bodies, slipping past the now wet silk of her undergarments and into her welcoming heat. Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders in response and he marvelled at how much he liked it when she hurt him.
“This isn’t too much, right? This is what you want?”
He felt close to snapping, the thread that held him together frayed to an impossible degree but he needed her reassurance that she was alright, that this was alright.
“Yes.” The way she said it, so emphatic that she almost sounded exasperated by his questioning, made the imp inside him grin, victorious. Of course she wanted this. He could fucking taste how much.
"Hush, sweetheart, all is well. I've got you, I promise," he crooned into her skin, rubbing his cheek against her chest soothingly. She whimpered, her breathing harsh and quick. "Tell me to stop and I will. I will."
He felt her fingers in his hair, soothingly stroking his scalp and raised his eyes to see her staring at him with an open, tender expression.
"I trust you." She raised her head to brush her lips against his. "I'll always trust you."
She was a marvel, one of a kind. In three hundred years he had encountered no one quite like her, willing to place their lives in his hands without a deal in place to ensure their safety. For all she knew he could still be thinking of tearing her heart from her chest at any point in time, yet she let his hands shred the fabric of her nightgown with nary a protest, throwing her head back, uncaring of her vulnerability. As he peeled the garment off of her inch by inch he let his lips and tongue explore the new skin revealed to him, each inch softer than the one before. He could feel her fidget in her newfound nudity, unaccustomed to being so bare and vulnerable before him. But she made no move to cover herself, so completely trusting she was. So brave.
He parted his lips, catching a rosy nipple gently between his teeth before closing his mouth around it and suckling. He let the tip of his tongue play with the tip of her nipple before he released it with a soft pop, taking his time to scrape his teeth against the path between her breasts before mouthing the other one. Faintly he could feel her slim hands pawing at the fastenings of his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one until he felt it open completely, allowing him to simply shrug the garment off. Far from being displeased at the swath of green-gold skin revealed, Belle's eyes devoured him, her fingers reverently caressing his arms and shoulders before venturing down his chest. There was no revulsion in her eyes as he drank him in, only wonder and increasing confidence as he half-shuddered, half-purred under her ministrations.
"You're... textured.” Her voice revealed her wonder, her utter fascination with him. “And so warm…”
She lifted her upper body enough to plant a soft kiss on the centre of his chest, one of her thumbs softly grazing a nipple and it was enough to snap him out of whatever stupor her touch had put him under. He pinned her down in a heartbeat, ripping the rest of her clothes away from her, desperate and crazed. She responded eagerly if a bit shyly, breathing heavily as his eyes took in every single inch of her skin, gaze lingering on the patch of curls that covered her sex. She was exquisite, even if her body still showed the faint reminders of her recent imprisonment in the way her ribs protruded a bit much.
"You're perfect," he stroked her thighs delicately, waiting patiently for her to part them open for him "So good. Too good. For me, for anyone."
His patience was rewarded when the muscles of her legs loosened up and she allowed him to settle between her legs. He continued to slide his claws up and down her thighs as he lowered his head to kiss just below her bellybutton, rubbing his nose delicately against the skin there, grunting when her hands fisted on his hair, tugging at it sharply, the sensation going straight to his cock. She directed his head back towards her left breast, letting the most exquisite little cries when he immediately started lapping at it, circling the hardened tip without actually touching it. He cupped her between her legs, wanting her to get used to his touch there, rubbing slowly, soothingly.
Carefully, minding his sharp claws, the imp sought her opening and slid two fingers inside, trying not to notice how hot and tight she was, lest he lose control. She squirmed beneath him, not rejecting but adjusting and he forced himself to let her set the pace. It seemed like a lifetime before he felt her gently thrust against his hand, small, exploratory movements that he sought to respond, trying to set a rhythm that would please her. He tilted his head to the side, mesmerised as he read her face like it was an open book. There were no barriers between them, this Belle in his arms was all, she kept nothing from him. It was almost terrifying.
"R-R-Rumplestilt...skin," she panted, a pleading note in her voice. He obliged her by thrusting his fingers deeper inside her, curling them slightly till she nearly sobbed.
"I don't want your fingers, I want... I want..."
He didn't need her to finish. A bit of magic had him out of his leathers in no time and he adjusted his body over hers quickly, his clawed hands coming to gently grip her hips. He entered her in one swift stroke, feeling for the briefest of moments the resistance of the barrier that marked her as a virgin. He entwined the fingers of both his hands with hers, pressing their joined hands together above her head. Whatever happened in the future he would forever be her first. He committed the moment to memory, from the feel of her heat around his member to the dazed, needy look in her eyes. He was hers, had been for a long time, and now, for a few minutes at least, she'd be his in return.
"Say my name", he coaxed, placing an open-mouthed kiss on the base of her throat as he finally moved within her, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward again.
"Rumple, Rumple, Rumple..." she cried out when he managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot "My Rumple."
“My Belle.”
He encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist, groaning in relief when the new position allowed him to plunge deeper into her. It took but a few more strokes to make her come, feeling her teeth sink into the base of his throat to muffle her cries. The ferocity of the gesture drove him over the edge, his orgasm surprising him in its almost uncomfortable intensity. He made sure to keep their bodies joined as he lowered them both onto the rug on the floor, twining himself around the brunette, softly stroking her back, tender in the aftercare. Once they both got their bearings he would draw her another bath, one with soothing salves and scents and would start thinking about some other reason to have her wear her pretty golden gown.
He would also start looking into Charming-proofing the castle wards.
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If we're talking published author, it's Jane Austen.
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Ship Meme
Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many. Whatever.
I was tagged by @professionalfangrrl... thank you, sissy!
Three ships: Rumbelle (OUAT), Belle and Beast (Beauty and the Beast), Curious Archer (OUAT)
First ever ship: Anya and Dimitri from "Anastasia" 1997. I was obsessed; I adored the movie, played with the dolls, listened to the soundtrack, read and wrote fanfiction, did a ton of research on the Romanov family. I still have a soft spot for this movie and ship. If I hear "Once Upon a December" I get tears in my eyes.
Last song: "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms," by Iris Dement.
Last movie: "Emily." It's a "retelling" of Emily Bronte's life. It was...something.
Currently reading: Published fiction: "Queen Charlotte," by Julia Quinn and Shonda Rhimes. I won a copy off of Goodreads. I've read some of the Bridgerton books, this one surpasses it. I'm sure it's not historically accurate, but I'm really enjoying it.
Fanfic: "The Magic of Ordinary Days," and "You Should See Me in a Crown," by @professionalfangrrl. And I often return to "Away to Me," by @spottytonguedog.
Currently watching: I just finished, "Everybody Hates Chris," doing a rewatch of "Frasier," and I'm watching Regency House Party on Youtube.
Currently consuming: I'm about to have breakfast...so cherrios.
Currently craving: The coffee my sister made, but I shouldn't drink it. I had covid a few weeks back and whenever I drink coffee now, there are weird side affects.
Tagging: @kelyon, @emberlumen, @beastlycheese, @jackabelle73, @heywhereisperry
I only tagged five, who I believe will really do this. Everyone is welcome though.
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A teaser from @spottytonguedog‘s fic, How Far the Distance:
Rey’s fiddling with the controls the first time she hears his voice. It’s unexpected. She hasn’t heard anyone speaking her language in what feels like decades. Here they all speak some form of Basic that’s been cobbled together from a variety of alien languages, including ones from her home planet of Earth. But his voice comes through loud and clear as she’s turning the knobs.
“Fuck!”
She giggles. She can’t help it. She hits another button, leans toward the seldom-used microphone attached to the communication equipment. “Hello?”
“Fuck,” the voice says again. “How do you turn this thing off?” There’s some indistinct chatter from somewhere further away than the voice, and then the line goes dead.
She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back. She liked his voice, curse words and all. There’s something about it: deep and dark, like the chocolate she misses from back home. But mostly she misses the cadence of Earth speakers. There are others here, who speak a language close to her people’s, but it’s not the same. Never the same.
Not that she knows who her people are. She was dumped here so long ago, abandoned to a desert planet with an atmosphere she can’t even breathe. She wonders, more often than not, what it would be like to be outside, to be able to breathe the air without some sort of apparatus, to not be confined to giant domes that only allow a tease of the outside without actually letting you be a part of it.
She wonders where he is.
Who he is?
She turns the knobs several more times, but there’s nothing more than static. With a sigh, she returns to her work on the communications array. Maybe she’ll hear him again…sometime…
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RSS fic: He thought it said ‘Satan’
A Rumbelle Secret Santa gift for @spottytonguedog! She prompted “He thought it said Satan”. The inspiration for this fic came from this meme but don’t click until you’ve read the story!
Thank you @rumbellesecretsanta team for being my beta :) I was freaking out.
Summary: Belle tells Baelfire stories about her land and her Christmas customs. She tells the story of Santa Claus, and how children from her land send him letters and wish lists by placing them near the fireplace with some milk and mince pies.
Rumple finds the letter and chaos ensues.
Dark Castle AU where Baelfire lives with Belle and Rumpelstiltskin in the Dark Castle.
AO3 link
Belle had been at the Dark Castle for several months now. It took her awhile to get used to Rumpelstiltskin and his young son Baelfire, and they had to get used to her too. Belle didn’t seem afraid of The Dark One, and she certainly wasn’t afraid of Baelfire. The boy was just as lonely as his father, since there were no other children in the castle, and the children from the surrounding villages didn’t want to play with him; too afraid to be turned into snails.
But now that Belle was settled, Baelfire seemed to be much happier. They often went exploring the castle and the surrounding gardens, and when Rumple gave her a library she would read stories to him after dinner or tell the stories of her childhood. They were the same ones her mom told her.
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The castle being in the mountains meant it got cold fast. The curtains Belle pulled from the windows were back in their place. This time Rumpelstiltskin put them back on, not wanting Belle to put herself in danger again, and risking him not being near to catch her.
“It would be a bad investment if I lost my maid already!” he teased.
“Just admit that you like me and you care about me,” Belle replied.
Before Rumpelstiltskin could reply, Baelfire barged in and interrupted them. “Papa it’s snowing outside! Can we go outside and play?”
“I still have to make some potions Bae, but you can ask Belle to go with you,” Rumpelstiltskin replied.
Once Belle and Baelfire were dressed for the cold weather, and outside the castle grounds, Baelfire started building a snowman. Belle fed the few birds who dared to fly high in the mountains some birdseed. When the snowman was finished, Belle offered Baelfire her scarf to put around its neck.
“It’s getting dark Bae, let’s get inside to warm up before I start dinner.” Belle suggested after making sure the scarf was tied properly.
“Oh please Belle, can we stay for a bit longer? Do you want to have a snow fight?” Baelfire pleaded.
“Well, seeing as I just gave up my scarf for your snowman, I think I’ll pass,” Belle replied. But when she saw Baelfire's face drop she added: “But we can make snow angels? It’s something we used to do in Avonlea. Did you ever make one? It’s really easy! Just lay down on the snow, with your arms and legs stretched.”
Baelfire immediately dropped down.
“Ok and now what do I do?” he asked.
“Now you wave your arms up and down and move your legs from side to side.” Belle explained. “Now stand up carefully and you can see the snow angel!”
“Wow this looks beautiful! What else did you do in Avonlea?” Baelfire asked, while making another snow angel.
“You know what, I will tell you once we get inside.” Belle shivered. “We did have some special celebrations during the Yule. I haven’t heard you talk about Santa Claus? He was very important during our celebrations. I can tell you all about him if you like?”
That sparked Baelfire's attention. The promise of another story from Belle, and especially from her lands made him jump up and run inside. Belle smiled, maybe if she could get Baelfire excited for Midwinter fest, she could have a bit of her old home in her new home in the castle.
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When Belle returned from the tower to check up on Rumpelstiltskin and give him his tea, she went back to the library where Baelfire was already waiting for her. “Come on Belle, tell me about Sandy Claws!”
“His name is Santa Claus”, Belle smiled. “He wears red robes and a hat, both lined with fur. He lives in a faraway land, and only visits us the night before Yule.. He leaves presents under the Yule tree. But he only visits children who have been good the previous year to leave them gifts.”
“How does he know if you have been good? And what kind of gifts does he bring?” Baelfire interrupted.
“Well, he has a magic book, and the names of the children who have been good show up in the book.” Belle explained.
“A magic book?” Baelfire looked apprehensive. “Papa says all magic comes at a price. What is the price of getting gifts from Santa Claus?”
Belle took a few moments to reply. “Children write him a nice letter and wish lists with the gifts they would like to receive. They leave their letter near the fireplace with some milk and mince pies. So the price will be the milk and mince pies, and you have to have been a good person during the whole year.”
Baelfire seemed to accept her answer. “Could I also write a letter? Or does Santa Claus only visits the children in Avonlea?”
“If you write him a nice letter and draw one of your lovely drawings, I am absolutely sure he will also visit you. I will make mince pies, and you can leave them tonight,” Belle suggested.
Baelfire jumped up.
“I am going to make a drawing right now! And I already know what I want to ask for!” He ran towards the stairs, almost knocking his father over.
“Ouch! Watch out Bae! Some people are tired from working, you know. Not that our maid would know that… Are you done playing Belle? I am hungry and I don’t smell anything cooking. I heard something about pies?”
Belle stood up and headed towards the kitchen. “Yes Rumple, I will start making the meat pies for dinner.” If she made extra pastry she could use it for the mince pies. And hopefully her little plan would work and she would find out what gifts Baelfire wanted tonight so she could surprise him during Yule. She felt Baelfire needed to feel like a carefree child, if only for this one holiday.
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After dinner Rumpelstiltskin went back to his tower to work some more. Belle and Baelfire prepared the mince pies and milk for Santa Claus, and placed them on a table in front of the hearth.
“Did you get your letter and wish list? What did you ask Santa?” Belle asked Baelfire.
“I’ve got the letter, and I also drew a picture for Santa! But what I’m wishing for is a surprise. I’m sure you’d like it too, though,” Baelfire replied.
“Well, let’s get you off to bed then. We must give Santa some time to find it. He only comes when you’re sleeping.”
Belle and Baelfire climbed the stairs to their bedrooms.
Rumpelstiltskin was just coming down from his tower when he passed them. “Belle, I was just looking for you! Could you please clean my workroom before I continue my work? It’s a mess.”
Belle sighed “Do I have to do it now? I was just going to bed!”
“You can do it now, or you can do it in a few years when I turn you back from your frog-form. What do you prefer?” he teased.
Belle just shot him a look, and turned around to fetch her cleaning supplies. Baelfire’s wish list would have to wait. She had plenty of time to take a look at it before he woke up.
Rumpelstiltskin went to the main hall. He smelled something sweet. He followed his nose towards the fireplace. Milk and mince pies? What an odd combination. He then noticed the letter addressed to Satan. Did his maid write Satan to save herself from the Dark One? That strange girl and her love for dangerous beasts… But then he noticed Baelfire’s handwriting. Not being able to control himself, he opened the envelope addressed to Satan and started reading.
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“Well, I’m not really sure why you would come to me for a dog, but I’m flattered that your son drew me a picture. I never get anything nice….” The red, horned man spoke. “My dog just had puppies a few weeks ago, you can have one?”
The man grinned. “And we don’t have to make a deal.”
“No deal, as in free? Why? What’s wrong with it?” Rumpelstiltskin asked suspiciously. He didn’t like the idea of getting things for free. Nothing in life was free.
Satan just waved his hand. “Oh nothing is wrong with it… but I don’t need all these dogs. Just take one. Your son can send me a ‘thank you’ note with another drawing. How is that for a deal?”
Rumpelstiltskin thought about this. Baelfire really wanted this dog from Satan. He wanted it badly enough to try and send the letter through the fire in the fireplace, hoping it would get to Satan through the fires of hell. This puppy would make him happy, even though Rumpelstiltskin couldn’t understand why.
“Ok fine, I’ll take the dog, and I’ll let my son draw another picture for you. Do you also want the milk and mince pies?” Rumpelstiltskin asked.
“Hmmm no, the picture is fine” Satan looked confused. “Here’s the little green beast!”
“Green?!” Rumpelstiltskin looked in shock at the little pup in his arms.
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Back in the castle, Belle stared at the fireplace. The letter and drawing was gone, but the mince pies and milk were still there. Did Baelfire fall asleep before he could place them? Or could Santa Claus be real? No, that couldn’t be. Or could it? She stepped slowly towards the fireplace and carefully stretched her neck to see if she could find any evidence of a fat old man dressed in red coming through the chimney.
“You’re up early!” Belle yelped and jumped backwards from the fireplace .When she swirled around she saw Rumpelstiltskin standing behind her holding a blanket. “I don’t think cleaning the chimney would be useful during the winter months” he teased.
“Did you bring another baby?” Belle eyed the wriggling blanket Rumpelstiltskin was holding.
Before he could reply, they were interrupted by a sleepy Baelfire.
“What’s wrong Belle? I heard you. Did you see Sa-“ he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “What are you holding there papa?”
Rumpelstiltskin swelled with pride “I have something for you Baelfire. Something I know you wanted more than anything!”
He walked towards his son and handed him the blanket. Baelfire slowly unwrapped it and gasped when a tongue suddenly made contact with his cheek.
“A puppy!” he exclaimed. He now unwrapped the puppy with more urgency and held the little pup up. “Oh papa thank you! This is the best gift ever!”
Belle looked at the pup and back to Rumple. The puppy looked… odd. He had a green fur coat. She had never heard of a green dog. The puppy almost looked like… Rumple in dog-form. She didn’t understand where he got the dog from. But he must have been the one who found Baelfire’s wish list.
“Rumple, what kind of breed is this?” Belle asked.
“Don’t you worry about that dearie. This is none of your business after all-“ right at that moment the puppy started barking because Baelfire threw a stick into the corridor, trying to play fetch with his new pet. The barking wasn’t like a normal puppy bark. Belle suddenly felt like she had to run far away. A deep, primal fear instilling in her. She looked at Rumpelstiltskin and he looked as horrified as she did. His eyes wide open with fear.
“Rumple? You felt it too, right? What is that dog?” Belle was still trembling with fear.
“Like I said, nothing to worry about! Can you watch Bae for a moment? And give that dog something to eat!” Rumpelstiltskin replied before disappearing.
Back in his tower, Rumpelstiltskin took a few deep breaths. He knew something was up with that dog! Satan wouldn’t have given him a normal dog for free. He took some of his books on mythical animals from his shelves and frantically searched what kind of animal this was. He wasn’t quite sure if Baelfire was safe, but he didn’t seem to be affected by the dog’s barking.
After an hour or so, he finally found what he was looking for! A greenish dog whose bark instilled fear in the people who were unfortunate enough to hear it. This wasn’t a normal dog, it was a cú sidhe! Of course Satan needed a dog like this… He continued reading:
The cú sidhe is a harbinger of death and takes the soul of a person to the afterlife. The cú sidhe is capable of hunting silently, but he can let out three terrifying barks. Those who hear the barking of the cú sidhe must reach safety by the third bark or be overcome with terror to the point of death.
They were lucky this one was just a puppy! He could scare them all to death by the time it was full-grown! Him being the Dark One would have been dragged to hell by his own pet. The dog couldn’t stay. He had to bring this bad news to his son and disappoint him. Again. Why did he even ask for a dog? Who put this idea in his head? He knew who did this, that girl with her stories!
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Rumpelstiltskin slammed the book on the kitchen table.
“This is all your fault! You and your silly stories! And look where it got us! A demon dog who terrifies people to death?!” Rumpelstiltskin exploded. “You are endangering Bae. We are lucky it’s still a puppy, but what if that thing grows older and is capable of scaring Bae to death with his bark?”
Belle looked at him with tears in her eyes. He thought she was going to cry, and he felt conflicted about that. He didn’t want to see her upset, let alone being the reason she was upset, but another part of him was angry with her for putting Baelfire in danger. His son was the most important person in his life. But Belle was… not un-important.
Belle took a shaky breath and Rumpelstiltskin prepared himself for her tears.
But then she spoke as calmly as she could, “Rumple, I didn’t want to put Bae in danger. I merely told him the story about Santa, and how the children in Avonlea would write him and asked him to grant them their wish. It was a story! I was planning on sneaking back down to get the wish list so I could get him the perfect gift for Christmas. You are the one who got him the demon dog, not me! So don’t you dare blame me for this!”
Rumpelstiltskin was fuming at this point, although he wasn’t sure if he was mad at Belle or mad at himself. “You are the one who planted the idea of Satan giving out gifts in his head so yes this is still you fault! Either way, the dog has to go!”
“What? No papa I love him!” Baelfire had just walked into the kitchen, with an excited demon puppy right behind him. “You can’t throw him out!”
“Bae, please… he is dangerous. It’s not a normal dog. He is a demon dog, he is a monster and he could kill you…” Rumpelstiltskin pleaded with Baelfire.
“What do you mean papa? He isn’t a monster. Santa wouldn’t give children demon dog’s.. right Belle? Tell papa about Santa!” Baelfire exclaimed.
Belle sighed “Baelfire, Santa wouldn’t give you a demon dog. But Santa Claus didn’t give you this dog. Your father found your letter and he thought it said ‘Satan’ instead of ‘Santa’. So he went to Satan with the letter, and Satan…”
“Would give me a demon dog..” Baelfire finished her sentence for her. He went quiet and looked at his puppy. The pup didn’t realize there was something wrong and was licking Baelfire’s hand.
“Bae...” Rumpelstiltskin started in a desperate attempt.
“No papa. I won’t give up my dog. He is not a monster. I still love him. He doesn’t want to kill me.”
Balefire looked at his father with watery eyes. “I think he is just misunderstood. Yes, he doesn’t look like a normal dog, and maybe he does have magic that can be used for evil. But I love him!”
Belle smiled. The similarity between the puppy and Rumple didn’t escape her.
“I agree with Bae. The puppy is just misunderstood. There is good in him, even though he is different from other pups. We can show him that he doesn’t have to use his magic for evil. Maybe he can use his magic for good? He can become our guard dog. Scaring away unwanted visitors like the Evil Queen?” Belle suggested. “Besides, I kind of like the green coat. “
Rumpelstiltskin sighed. He realised he was going to lose this battle. “Ok fine. The little beast can stay. But I am going to put a protection spell on us so we will be unaffected by his bark.”
“Oh thank you papa!” Baelfire ran up to his father and gave him a hug. He then turned to Belle and gave her a hug as well. “And thank you for convincing papa to let me keep him”.
Rumpelstiltskin muttered “She didn’t convince me. I am master here, I won’t let a maid tell me what to do…. Especially when it comes to beasts like that.” But Baelfire was already preoccupied with scratching the dog behind his ear.
Belle laughed and brushed by him on her way out of the kitchen. “I think the little beast is all bark and no bite. Just like someone else with a beautiful green skin.”
She left a stunned Rumpelstiltskin behind.
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spottytonguedog replied to your post: So let me get this right. Kylo is going double...
Do you really think he WANTS to kill her? He never has, not since the beginning.
And I’m saying that its bad writing to justify why she keeps getting the upper hand in their confrontations
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October birthdays!
Tagging people this year to make sure the list stays current. If you’re no longer involved in Rumbelle, just drop me a note to let me know!
@nerdfishgirl - October 11
@mysticpoet - October 12
@rumpledspinster- October 14
@beeeinyourbonnet - October 17
@sydnam - October 17
@spottytonguedog - October 23
@once-upon-rumbelle - October 23
@wierdogal - October 26
@thenaughtyscandalousscorpio - October 28
@cruella – October 28
@klairabelle - October 29
@ceiphiedknight - October 30
@ripperblackstaff - October 30
Please enjoy this Birthday Leaf that Rumpel’s sheepdog has selected especially for you.
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Top 5 movies that are not in the Star Wars universe.
Oh man….okay. I can do this. So, in no particular order:1) Forrest Gump2) Pride & Prejudice (2005)3) Shutter Island4) What We Do in the Shadows5) The Fox & the Hound
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spottytonguedog reblogged your post and added:
Oh noooo….that episode. The everything is terrible and ever hurts episode. On the good side you don’t have to wait 3 months for the next one like we all had to!
I think a month or so wouldn’t be bad to process all of this, buuuut I’m way to curious what happens next to wait that long XD
Binge-watching the entire series in one go does have its perks, apparently.
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Five Days in Hell . . . Part 5
5th and FINAL part of this fic for @spottytonguedog
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
DAY FIVE
Gold was stretched out on his back as he slept, and Belle was sprawled across his body. Both naked, spent and exhausted, it was nearly eleven in the morning before they awakened. Belle was the first to stir, with Gold following suit as she stretched awake. Belle peeked up at the clock. "Oh god, we slept late," she whispered.
"Just like our honeymoon," Gold replied.
"We have to be out of here in four hours."
"That doesn't leave us much time. So what's your preference? Bed? Hot tub? Shower? Kitchen table?" Gold teased. Belle kissed him on the lips.
"Kitchen table," she replied.
"Really?" Gold raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm hungry."
"Oh – well I suppose we could do that, too." Belle got out of bed, still naked. She picked up the pants Gold had been wearing the day before and tossed them at him, then walked into the other room, still naked. She picked up the shirt he had been wearing the day before from off the floor next to the sofa and put it on, then went into the kitchen.
"Breakfast or lunch?" Belle asked as Gold entered the room, wearing just his pants.
"Surprise me," he said as he took a seat at the table. Belle prepared some sandwiches and coffee, and sat down across from Gold when everything was ready.
"So now what?" Belle asked.
"I'm leaving all of that up to you, Belle."
"I have a good job in Boston. I'd have to quit if I moved back to Storybrooke."
"I can move to Boston."
"I don't want you to leave your shop for me."
"I can set up a shop anywhere. I'd probably do far better in Boston than in Storybrooke anyhow."
"What about all of your properties there?"
"Those can be sold. Been thinking about getting out of the landlord business anyhow, it's nothing but a headache."
"Rum this is just all – so much and so fast and -"
"Aside from the part where I was an ass – how is it any different than before?"
"You were an ass then, too."
"Well – even less different then. Belle – if you want to leave things here – I'm alright with that. I'll settle for these five days in hell if that's what you want."
"It wasn't hell. Well – maybe the first couple of days." Belle was quiet for a bit. "I think – maybe we should do some counseling? Would you be open to that?"
"I would be open to anything, Belle. Anything for you." Gold reached across the table and took her hand.
"My apartment in Boston isn't that big."
"That sounds lovely."
"We'd have to find a house."
"Or we could build one. Together. Whatever you like."
"Can we get a dog?"
"A dog?"
"Yes – I think I'd like to have a dog. Once we get a house, of course."
"What kind of dog?"
"Well – we'd have to do some research, find a breed that suits our lifestyle." Gold laughed a bit.
"Of course – you research everything. One of the many things I love about you."
"I love you too, Rum. Always have." Belle stood up, moved to Gold's side and sat down on his lap. She put her arms around him and kissed him. "My friends and family are going to give me hell for going back to you."
"I know."
"Please don't make me regret it."
"I won't, sweetheart. I promise." They melted into a kiss, then pulled their lips apart after several minutes.
"Should we reserve this place for five years from now again?" Belle asked.
"How about I just buy it? I think I'd like to spend a lot more time here."
"That sounds heavenly."
"Happy Anniversary, my love," Gold whispered. Belle smiled at him, and she kissed him again, certain that, despite all their past difficulties, they were going to come through all of this stronger than ever.
THE END
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Hey Spotty! So VERY VERY sorry I haven’t been keeping up with posting!
Please forgive me?
I’ve just been crazy busy lately but I haven’t forgotten about you and your fic!
Still working on a first name for Rumple/Gold in this one . . . . . I like using stuff that hasn’t been used before but at this point I don’t think that exists.
Now . . . . back to our hangman game for the title . . . . . . you guessed T last time . . .
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So sorry . . . no T there . . . .
Next guess? I tried to separate out the words a little more because on mobile they look smashed together.
I will do better to keep up with posting the next couple weeks I promise!
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To Rapture the Earth and the Seas: the 2020 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology Master Post and E-Book Sampler
We are proud to present the pieces that officially comprise To Rapture the Earth and the Seas: the 2020 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology.
Bioluminescence
Glowing in the Dark by LilyandLeather
Blizzard
Melting by @cobwebbing | cuddlesome
Blooming
Efflorescence by @fangirlintheforest | FangirlintheForest
Blooming Flowers
love, from seed to seed, from planet to planet by @radioactivesaltghoul | radioactivesaltghoul
Changing seasons
The Sun Kissed The Moon Goodnight by @my-jedi-life | MyJediLife
spring is like a perhaps hand. by msbutterfingers
Cosmic Force
Cosmic Force by chagrins
Decay
whatever was, still is (says a song tied to a tree) by @nuanceismyjam | walkingsaladshooter
Dormant Growth
Unstuck In Time by @ceallaigheirinn | Ceallaigh
Drought
The Future Belongs to the Mad by @politicalpadme | politicalpadme
As Above, So Below by @themoonxii | babythalasiren
Earthquake
Did My Heart Love Til Now by @fangirlabbie08 | abbytheatre08
Entropy
Chasing Shadows by @Fingertipstrembling | misszeldasayre
Flood
The Darkest Flood by @supremeprince-bensolo | immortalpramheda
Force lightning
The Sanguine Promise by @maq-moon | maq_moon
Frost
Beyond the Frozen Pines by @forcebondedreylo | iamladyloki
Glacier
Crystalline Anger by @apisa-b | apisa_b
Gravitational Force
Ever the twain shall meet by @writergenie | Writergenie
Gravity
Gravity Echoes by @clock-work-crow | ClockworkCrow
Moon Love by CoinToYourWitcher
Gravitatis Pondere, Roboris Amor by @sarah-todd115 | FoxAnomalie
Impact Event
Goldilocks by @omfgreylo | starfleetjedi
Kamino
the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun by @hellomelusine | Melusine11
Lava
Sleep Now In The Fire by @cellar-darlings | cellardarlings
Magnetosphere
[at] the end of infinity by @a-nerd-obsessed | aNerdObsessed
Metamorphosis
Ephemeron by sphaerae
Monsoon
the silver forked sky by @hoperebel9 | hoperebel
Mountain
you'll find me (on the mountains fair and blue) by @thekesselrun | feritas
Mustafar
the dark night of the soul by @politicalmamaduck | politicalmamaduck
Nature Reclamation
Blooming Love by @bastetwrites | bastetwrites
Oceans
Overboard by @biekewieke | Biekewieke
no grave by @luminoustico | OccasionallyCreative
Forever by @reylotrash711 | reylotrash711
Phototropism
Blue Butterflies and Black Roses by midwinterspring
Planetary Rotation
recovery by @flyinglowdown | MahoganyDoodles
Rainstorm
Wild Child by @tmwillson3 | tmwillson3
Reflection by @trashqueenkyloren | SymmetryLocked
River
rush in (not wash away) by @misscoppelia | misscoppelia
The Gift Of The River by @persimonne | persimonne
Rough Seas
the star to every wand’ring bark by @niennathegrey | niennathegrey
Sandstorm
At Last, Peace by LRRH17
Sinkhole
Rey in the Underworld by @inthegrayworld | inthegrayworld
Sparks
and you know what they did? they danced by @shmisolo | crossingwinter
Tempest
In the Tempest, we will find our love by @takekurabehime | Takekurabehime
Thundersnow
Thundersnow by @greyrey-lo | greyrey-lo
Thunderstorm
water's edge by @abstractragedy | addictedtoacertainlifestyle
my hopes were all dead by @thegeekypoet | thegeekypoet
echoes in the clouds by @thewayofthetrashcompactor | Thewayofthetrashcompactor
Tidal Force
Avatar: The First Dyad by @shipperofdarkness | shipperofdarkness
Tidal Lock
lead, and i will follow by @tiaraofsapphires | Tiara_of_Sapphires
Tidal Wave
Moon, the Tides are Controlled By by @dark-mage-13 | DarkMage13
Étude by @fantasyherondales | fantasyherondales
Fall Back To Me by malfoysdyad
Tornado
Thirteen Minutes by @spottytonguedog | crysania
Tsunami
Waves of Chance by @geekymoviemom | geekymoviemom
Sinnregin by @leofgyth | QueenOfCarrotFlowers
Underwater Cave
palm dreams by @kuresoto | kuresoto
Volcanic Fissures
immolate by @starlit-dyad | lightningpelt
Waterfall
The Lost Falls of Alderaan by @lilia-ula | lilia_ula
Waves
The Swelling Storm by @StarxFighter | AlohaNozomi
Wildfire
Fireproof by @sand-its-everywhere | SpaceWaffleHouseTM
World Between Worlds
Like My Mirror by @drnucleus | drnucleus
Stars and Spaces In Between by starryrebel
As a very special gift to the Reylo fandom, our e-book sampler featuring excerpts of all 63 pieces and their mystery moodboards is available for viewing and download here.
#reylo#reylo fanfiction anthology#rffa writers#to rapture the earth and the seas#master post#ebook#mod post#moodboard
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OUR 2021 T.E.A. WINNERS!
Congratulations, winners of the 2021 T.E.A.s!
Congratulations to everyone who managed to create anything during 2020, honestly. Last year was some... mmmmm... don’t want another one of those years. Yeah.
We would like to thank everyone who participated in this year’s T.E.A. event! And thank you, creators of all of the fanworks in the Rumbelle fandom. You’re the ones who make this event possible in the first place, simply by creating the works that we flail over. Creators, enjoyers, Rumbelle lovers - thank you all for being this fandom.
(Note: if there are any works on this list that you want to read or have a nice, long gander at, the mods of the RumbelleTEAs.com site work hard all T.E.A. season to gather and tag them for your convenience. And as long as we’re here, please think about leaving comments. Not just on the winners’ works. On every piece of Rumbelle fanwork that you enjoy. Comments are happy-making and help to feed those hungry, hungry muses.)
Now, ado done, please click through the read-more to see this year’s winners!!
FLUFF
Family - The Long Road Home, by @jackabelle73
Comfort - Love is Purple, by @xiolaperry
Fix-It - If Tomorrow Never Comes, by @mariequitecontrarie
Reunion - Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent
Best Child Fic - The Safest Place, by @thestraggletag
SMUT
Kink - In Lovelier Colours, by @mareyshelley
Romance - Creature Instincts, by @thestraggletag
Threesome - Much More Than This, by @killingkueen
Best First Time - Undone, by @nerdrumple
PWP - The Ninth Button, by @maplesyrupao3
BDSM - Golden Cuffs, by @kelyon
ANGST
Why? - Cogs, by @maplesyrupao3
Death - Would You Care to Dance, by @mrs-stiltskin
Hurts So Good - Hope is a Thing with Feathers, by @theendangeredslug
ROMANCE
Best Date (Overall) - The Attorneys Paralegal, by Wandering_Willow
Best Courtship - Kiss, by @nerdrumple
Best First Meeting - Heatstroke, by @emospritelet
Best Bathing Scene - The Black Veil, by @mareyshelley
GENERAL AWARDS
Best One-Shot - Distractions, by @thestraggletag
Best Drabble - In Death, by @timelordthirteen
Best Post-Ep Fic - Our Better Decisions, by @theoneandonlylittlebird
Best Comedy Fic - Walk of Shame, by @timelordthirteen
Best Movie AU - What You’d Thought Lost is There to be Found, by @deliriumsdelight7
Best Book AU - Around the World in 80 Days, by Megara_Bee
Best TV AU - Awake, by @peacehopeandrats
Best Historical AU - Endless, by @mareyshelley
Best AU - Intended, by @maplesyrupao3
Best AU!OUAT - Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent
Best Series - I Must Be Warmer Now ‘verse, by @ifishouldvanish
Best Novel Length Fic - The Contract, by Wandering_Willow
Best Holiday Fic - Alabama, Arkansas, by @timelordthirteen
Best Remix - In the Right Measure, by @bad-faery
Best Crossover Fic - Date Night, by @peacehopeandrats
Best Dark Castle - With Rue and Beauty, by @mareyshelley
Best Storybrooke - Golden Rings, by @kelyon
Best Travel - La Chacarita, by @thestraggletag
SPECIAL CATEGORIES
Best Golden Lace - Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley
Best Woven Lace - In From the Cold, by @mrs-stiltskin
Best Woven Beauty - The World Didn’t End, by @timelordthirteen
Best Background Swanfire - What You’d Thought Lost is There to be Found, by @deliriumsdelight7
Best Side Pairing - Undone (Ruby/Archie), by @nerdrumple
Best Supernatural - The Black Veil, by @mareyshelley
Best Sci-Fi - Dark Sight, by @maplesyrupao3
Best Horror - Promised, by @maplesyrupao3
Best Creature AU - The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley
Forgotten Gem - Alone in My Tower, by @spottytonguedog
Best Pandemic/Quarantine Fic - Desperation, by @emospritelet
EVENTS
Rumbelle Secret Santa - There’s Snow Place Like Home, by @killingkueen
Rumbelle Christmas in July - Dark Spring, by @nerdrumple
Fluffapalooza - Love is Purple, by @xiolaperry
Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut) - Speak of the Devil, by @worryinglyinnocent
Monthly Rumbelle (Smut) - The Trouble with Bikinis, by @worryinglyinnocent
Rumbelle is Hope - An Appreciation of Brownie Batter, by @worryinglyinnocent
CHARACTER AWARDS
Best Belle - Promised, by @maplesyrupao3
Best Dark One!Belle - The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin
Best AU Belle - The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley
Best Lacey - Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley
Best Spinner!Rumple - Masters of Destiny, by @deliriumsdelight7
Best (Worst) Villain - The Piano, by @xiolaperry
Best BFF/Wingman - The Wingman (Charming/David), by @thatravenclawbitch
ART
Best Fan Art - Rumple and Belle in Gold and Blue, by @vayuvayu
Best Graphic Art (GIFs) - Color, Brilliance, and Strangeness, by @ifishouldvanish
Best Graphic Art (Still Images) - Lust, by @virgidearie
Best AU in Art - The Library, by @virgidearie
Best Fluff Art - Dark Castle, magic mishap, and blankets, by @jenitosam
Best Angsty Art - The Sutherlands AU, by @desperatemurph
Best Smutty Art - Weaver and Lacey Getting Kinky, by @virgidearie
Best Comic/Graphic Novel - Ogilvelle AU, by @desperatemurph
Best Dark One Form - Real Inside Rumple Holding Belle Back, by @dekujin
Best Use of Color - Goop!Rumple, by @dekujin
Best Artist - @staypee
Best New Artist - @vayuvayu
BEST OVERALLS
Best Author - @timelordthirteen
Best New Author - @deliriumsdelight7
Best Rumbelle Fic - Keys to the Cell, by @emospritelet
Best Anyelle Fic - Breaking Cycles, by @deliriumsdelight7
Best Anyem Fic - Social Distancing, by @emospritelet
Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award
Each year, the Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award goes to a person who has done something spectacular in the fandom. Either by making people feel welcome, organizing events, or simply embodying the Rumbelle fandom as a whole. This year, the Lifetime Achievement Award goes to…
@ifishouldvanish
And last, but definitely not least...
Newbie Spotlight
@deliriumsdelight7
@reolf
@vayuvayu
@trash-000
@dekayingtree
Welcome, new Rumbellers, to our delightfully and spectacularly filthy little corner of the fandom!!
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My Tumblr Crushes:
spottytonguedog
rowofstars
violetfaust
rs-pystick
thenightling
reggiephelps
marvelheroes
charmedrumbelle
silverflintdaily
#spottytonguedog#rowofstars#violetfaust#rs-pystick#thenightling#reggiephelps#marvelheroes#charmedrumbelle#silverflintdaily#Tumblr Crushes#2017 Apr 11
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