“Perhaps… Perhaps you just want to learn the monster’s weaknesses.”
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“Perhaps… Perhaps you just want to learn the monster’s weaknesses.”
Submitted by NarrowBridge:
AU set in Neverland, picks up right after Season 1 Finale. Rumplestiltskin and Belle set out to find his son in a land that will challenge and change them in ways even the most accomplished seers cannot fortell. The infamous Dark One will be forced to make the most important, and most costly, deal of his life. Will he choose love, or power?
Chapter 4: Thirty
Author: Thatlassiegotglassed
Pairing: Rumbelle
Rating: TSummary: After the fallout of Storybrooke, the Enchanted Forest once again is home for our beloved heroes. But is everything as they left it? Perhaps it is time the evil queen was taken down once and for all, one way or another.
A/N: I do not own OUAT or anything related to it.
Chapter 4: Thirty
A couple of smitten kittens having a moment in what I now call the forest of love.
Then they both daydreamed about carriage sex on the way home.
alyreandalute prompted “Rumple purrs.” So here’s some dark castle fluff. It may have typos. I apologize. <33
Rating: G
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Belle didn’t know what Rumpelstiltskin had done to himself, just that he wasn’t conscious enough to fix it, which meant that it was up to her. He had never come home so battered before, and she whispered prayers to any gods listening that she could take care of him well enough that he would be able to tell her.
“You know, taking care of you would be much easier if I had magic,” she said, propping his head on a pillow from his armchair. She hadn’t been able to move him from where he’d collapsed on the floor in front of the fire, so she’d made a cozy little nest with blankets and pillows, not letting any cover the places where she could see blood.
When Monsters Face Steel (1/?)
Rating: K
Summary: When Belle inquires why he named her as his price for Avonlea’s safety, Rumplestiltskin remembers past times and an unusual encounter at midnight.
They were in his shop, spending their break together as usual. Belle was nibbling on a muffin while she slowly walked through his shop, gazing at his various trinkets.
He was leaning over the counter, trying to repair an old pocket watch he had acquired a week ago, and regarded her now and then. He still couldn’t quite believe that she was back, and seeing her here between all his trophies and possessions still made his stomach drop now and then. Here in his shop the heavy atmosphere of the Dark Castle was almost recreated; he couldn’t count the times he had imagined her here in those endless 28 years- here between all the trinkets she had once held in her precious hands, that she had dusted and rearranged and later curiously asked him to share their stories with her. His shop was full of memories of past times, and they had always brought memories of her, too. It didn’t surprise him in the least that this was the place where they had been reunited, even if he mistook her for a phantom at that moment.
But now she was back with him- real, alive- and at moments like this he felt his chest expanding with relief and a joy he had seldom felt. After all this time he still wasn’t used to the effect she had on him.
She sauntered through the room, touching this and that, sometimes smiling softly when she would remember times long gone, big halls, drapes and quips shared over tea. He simply revelled in watching her.
When she picked up a figurine of a woman that she had always favoured back in his castle, she turned to watch him curiously, a slight smile on her lips.
“ Why me? ”
A project to write a letter from Rumple to Belle every day of the summer hiatus
thanks to Nikki (girlwhoatethepeach)
Belle,
Finally, we’ve reached land.However, from here, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. We’ve no idea where to head next, where Greg and Tamara appeared with Henry on the other end of the portal, or where they are headed. The only reason Hook is still breathing is the fact that he knows Neverland better than any of us. A fact he likes to remind us of altogether too often, as if he’s worried that we’ll all turn on him and kill him in his sleep. Perhaps he’s right to be paranoid. Every time I look at him I think of what he did to you. Of the hell he put us both through right up until I got on his blasted ship. I still see it almost daily, although I know you’ve had your memory restored. The image of you, lying bleeding in my arms while Hook kept the gun pointed at me. My hatred for him still burns white hot, and it’s especially difficult to resist the urge to end his miserable life with the Dark One’s curse once again going strong.
It seems as though the rest of this lot have taken permanent leave of their senses, following Hook and Regina around as if they were some sort of tour guides instead of the source of years of their torment. How I wish you were here with me. Reminding me that sparing Hook’s life was the right thing the first time, and would be again even now as the rage boils in my gut every time I lay eyes on him. What possessed him to return to the docks anyway? To be of assistance to a town on the brink of destruction? I don’t believe that for a moment. If there is one thing I know about Killian Jones, it is that he can only be counted on to look after himself. No, he had some other motive for bringing us all here. And I will discover what it is.
Love always,
Rumple
