The Beauty and the Beast
February 2012
An Elegy of Sunlight
Chippedhearts prompted: Her laugh isn’t the same
Tardis-librarian prompted: You win or you die
Two prompts, because this is war, and wars need heavier artillery.
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An Elegy of Sunlight
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Gold finds his front door not only open, but broken, shattered to splinters in the dust of his walkway. Wood slats jut from the ground like jagged teeth, singed and burned. Immediately, he reaches out with hoary tendrils of seldom used magic to quell whatever fire rages inside, but he finds nothing. No smoke. No spark. Only a small flicker of life.
Fingers clenched tightly on his cane, Gold touches with his other hand the gun he carries always in his pocket now. It cuts his palm with cool, comforting corners as he drags himself up the vast front steps, feeling every one like a dagger through his knee.
What more, he thinks, can they possibly hope to take from him?
Things Worse Than Heartache
Brought to you by the all consuming wonderful tragic beauty that is Rumbelle. With a little help from Snow Patrol “The Lightning Strike Pt. 1 What if This Storm Ends”. And dedicated to marchionessofblackadder whose admirable mission is, in her own words “to make cyprith, accio-firewhiskey and valerieparker feel” what all those of us who read their work have felt.
Aka intense emotional distress. Preferably in the form of ugly sobbing. Consider this my first attempt at doing so. -salutes-
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She had been so certain.
She had been certain that the brave choice had been to go with Rumplestiltskin. She had been certain that he was not a monster. She had been certain that she had loved him and that he had loved her.
She had been wrong on all counts.
She had been certain that there existed no pain greater than that of rejected love. She had been certain that her father would welcome her back home. She had been certain that life would, in time, go on.
Old and Broken: Rumbelle Ficlet.
My first posted Rumbelle fic.
Why did we have to start this war?No happy endings ahead. You’ve been warned.
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“Excuse me?”
The young girl tilted her head curiously, watching Mr. Gold behind his counter. He had not heard her come in, which was silly because his bell usually jingled loud enough for him to hear. But that lazy afternoon, the pawnshop was filled with dancing dust motes and painful sunshine that no matter where you stood, it always got in your eyes.
It wasn’t until she had stepped up to the counter that he finally saw her. He saw her limp brown hair, her watery blue eyes and her slack cotton dress. And staring at her, he knew her. He saw the shadows of her laugh lines in her face, the habitual tendency she had to never truly stand still.
He knew her, indeed.
Rumbelle Fanfiction
Are you hopelessly in love with Rumbelle? Alright, well if you haven’t checked out my fanfiction yet then you should! It is 7 chapters long (so far), rated K+/PG. I appreciate any and all feedback, please enjoy and share!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7843707/1/Something_There_Chapters_1_through_4
Fanfiction and the like.: Like Yesterday →
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Jumping on the Rumbelle fanfic train. I’ve not written in a long time, so forgive my rusty attempts to get back into the groove of things.
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It was electric and bitter and palpable and drifted though the air of the once dark castle. It was strong enough to curl his toes and scrunch his nose…
The Mostly Short of It: Do we have a deal? →
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Mr. Gold looks into his past at the one good thing in his world that he let go of.
I need a good photo editor, because the only thing my scanner is good for is washing out all my hard work. Belle looks nothing like the beautiful Emilie de Ravin, unfortunately, but it’s meant to be her….
One Step (part 3)
This may be the final part, or I may continue. But I leave that up to you!
para-para-paradise: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This →
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Prompt: Belle dreams Rumple catches her again.
Prompted by thespianreveur.
Sometimes, she dreams. It’s about all that she has in this place that is truly hers, and so she holds onto them.
In her dreams, she is alive.
Tonight she dreams of him, all wicked laughter and dark eyes…
Shatter
Cyprith requested people to write fic. It’s a bit late, but I hope it pleases!
This was spurred from a conversation a while back, about the cup being Rumpelstiltskin’s anxiety token, and how the chip is bigger when Regina hands over to Gold than it was when Belle broke it. I desperately wanted to read a fic about that… so I wrote one myself.
