— Noble Sacrifices

beeeinyourbonnet:

Taintednightstar prompted: FTL: If Belle has opened the door to find Gaston instead of Rumpe. As usual, I got carried away. Dark Castle Fluff. 950 words.

For this prompt, I have moved the betrothed/hero/etc conversation to before Gaston knocks. Because reasons.

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“Sit,” Belle said, hopping off the table at the booming knock. “I’m your housekeeper—it’s my job to get the door.”

Rumpelstiltskin wanted to argue, because the people who usually knocked on his door would have turned Belle to dust without a second’s thought, but after that conversation, he couldn’t just tell her that he didn’t think she would be okay to answer a door. The shy smile she flashed him before walking off cemented the idea, and so he waited until she had left the room before silencing his footsteps and following her.

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— Fic: Good for Something

wonderwoundedhearers:

Prompt: lumiereandpenumbra and whiteorangeflower said, “More of The Little Librarian!”

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: U/General

Author’s note: I’m planning loads for this ‘verse, so I didn’t want to do too much, but I did say any AU for my prompt-a-thon, so here’s a quick peek at Gaston’s character.

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He’s used to visiting Chicago’s Cook County Jail, but usually the faces he sees behind the bars are a bit better-looking.

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— fic: the course of our fate (chapter 16)

bayloriffic:

It’s dark when Gold finally gets to the library. Despite the cold there are at least half dozen girls standing on the corner, hips cocked invitingly at the sparse traffic on the street.

Most of them drop back down into the shadows when he pulls up in his cruiser, which is more than fine with him. He has a feeling that he’s going to want as few witnesses as possible being able to identify him here.

It doesn’t take him long to find the old staircase in the back of the building, the one leading up to the old apartment above the library, and he’s just ducked through the doorway when he hears Belle scream. His stomach drops, and he starts running, taking the stairs two at a time.

read the course of our fate: chapter 16 @ ao3

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rating: nc-17/explicit
summary: the one where gold’s a cop and belle’s a prostitute

— Fic: Harmless - Chapter 14

rufeepeach:

AU: Belle arrives, bruised and bleeding, on the doorstep of a lame spinner and his son. On the run from the war and its causes, her short stop-over becomes something else entirely.

A/N: I suck at updating, I know, sorry! I’m still amazed that this story won best woobie!Rum at the TEAs! Enjoy, my loves!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14

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Gaston is smiling as he leads Belle through the crowd, and his hand on her arm is too firm, almost painful. She knows it’s only a reaction to the urgency of the situation, the severity of the dangers they face. He’s risking life and limb to sneak her into her own father’s castle, and all for a chance to say goodbye to a man on his deathbed.

Belle knows she will never be able to repay this kindness. To be caught would spell the end for them both, and yet still Gaston’s hand still half drags her through the swarming market day crowds of the city, toward the golden palace gates Belle remembers so well.

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— Prompt-a-thon fic: Iron Hands and Velvet Gloves

whatifqueen:

Anonymous asked you:

Prompt: Mr. Gold is trying to get Belle to tell him how she bruised her knuckles when they run into Gaston who just happens to have a black eye;)

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Iron Hands and Velvet Gloves

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This is how it should have been all along. Smiles and laughter free from the weight of his secrecy. Belle’s laughter was the brightest sound in the world, high and clear, resonating deep within his soul as it always had. Here in Storybrooke they could approach their relationship from equal footing as they never could back home. Just them and silly little courtship games as he earned her favor instead of the confinement and exile visited upon her for daring to love him.

How much had she suffered for his sake? And how much would she continue to face due to her association with him? The least he could do was give her these small moments in the time they had together.

Belle trying to figure out how to eat lobster rolls while wearing fingerless gloves was one of those moments.

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— Bleak Outtake: Blame

accio-firewhiskey:

Bleak: Sherlock Holmes Rumbelle AU Outtake: Blame

Summary: After a night at the opera, con-woman, Belle French spends a passionate night with detective Eleazar Gold, despite orders to the contrary, but there are consequences to all such liaisons…

Note: Uh, so this got plot, fast? If you can get past the gratuitous sex at the bottom some plot occurs. Weird.

Warning: Very squeaky clean dirty NC17. Wax, bathtubs and character death, oh my… Also, I make up/misuse words more often than naught knot not.

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The woman finds him, easily enough, in one of the college’s auditoriums.

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— Starfire: The Party

joyfulserenade:

(Part 2/??)

Rating: PG-13

Plot Synopsis: Alastair Gold is a successful agent for horse racing jockeys. Upon competing in her first big race, he takes notice of young jailbird Isabelle De Etoile, who races for a small horse ranch ran by Regina Mills.

Wildfire!Rumbelle

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theclassics4:

Belle knew she had to get away. She couldn’t let Gaston take her. She’d seen a side of him that she never wanted to see. And it scared her. More than the phantom in the basement. At least he’d told her he would protect her and not harm her.

Of course. Belle stopped walking, making Gaston turn. “I—I have to change,” she stammered. “I can’t take the costume.”

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— On the Shores of Loch Katrine (12/15)

phoenixfeatherquill:

AN:  I know, I know, I’m supposed to be updating the final chapter of A Wonderful Carol. But I couldn’t resist bribing gifting you guys with another chapter of Loch Katrine.  My thanks for nominating me for the Espenson Awards!

Belle stared in shock at the figure of her ex-fiancée.  Garrett did not look well—she couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and how he clenched his fists.  Her mind didn’t seem to be processing correctly—what on earth was he doing in Scotland?

“Garrett?” She whispered, trying to force her mind to acknowledge what her senses revealed.  Gold stiffened at the name of her ex-fiancée, his features hardening. 

“Garrett Gaston,” Gold’s voice was icy. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I’m here to see Belle,” Garrett announced. “Privately.” 

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