Pixie Dust - chapter 12

Last time both Gold and Belle escaped from horrible situations, and fate threw them together in the midst of a storm.  

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They drove, for the most part, in silence, both lost in their thoughts, and the journey seemed to be over surprisingly quickly, Gold’s car pulling into his driveway at a little before two.  He opened the front door and flicked on the lights, Belle looking around with curiosity as he led her into the lounge.  Luckily he had built up the makings of a fire before leaving, and it was the work of moments to light it.  He ushered Belle to the couch as the flames took hold, and she sat there still wrapped in his overcoat, staring into the fire.

Gold took off his jacket, crossing to the drinks cabinet and taking out two brandy glasses.  He poured them both a large one, the brandy swirling and sending its heady fragrance up from the bowls, and Belle let the overcoat fall open a little as the heat in the room began to build.  She reached up to take the glass from him, and he saw that the skirt of her dress had ridden up, revealing bruising on her inner thighs, shadowed patches in the shape of splayed fingers, a large, grasping hand.  His eyes narrowed, and Belle followed his gaze.  She tugged the dress back down, hiding the bruises and swallowing hard.  His jaw tightened.

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Damn... this is so tragic that each are hurt enough to need comforting and that the complexity of their relationship keeps them from being able to comfort each other the way they want to.

I love that Gold, even after the awful night he had, is thinking ahead, documenting Belle’s injuries and doing all he can to make her feel better. He has such a nurturing side to him in this chapter, running her a bath, fixing her hot chocolate, buying her feminine products!  I really appreciated the way Gold kept seeing Belle as young and lost and someone he very much wanted to care of, but not wanting to make her feel anything but welcomed and safe in his home. Belle is so lucky she ran into him and that he’s a man she already has such a powerful connection to. I also love that Belle didn’t want to sit idle and cooked him a meal that made me hungry (you have a way of doing that!).  It did her a world of good to be useful.

I do hope we get to see Gold hanging out with Jefferson and Graham and getting the much needed support he needs after his experience.  I’m pleased to see Blue takes this kind of thing so seriously and Gold will be looked after and compensated in some way.  Hopefully, Zelena can cause him no more harm that way...

It was lovely getting to see Belle and Gold sitting down and talking, getting to know each other when sex was off the table.  It felt organic, real, and so much more than just her hiding from her life for awhile. Gold seems to be willing to help her plan for a future without Gaston and I’m sure that will lead to some very interesting possibilities for these two!!!!

Sacrifice

Okay guys, this fic is based on this post of what @anonymousnerdgirl called the lime-green murder house.  It’s kind of a set spoiler but we have no clue what’s going on, only that Rumbelle filmed an interior there.

Anyway I imagined that there was a new curse, so Gideon has been de-aged and obviously everyone has lost their memories.  Belle is a penniless single mother living in a tiny house in the crappy part of town, and Gold is her landlord.  She’s behind on the rent and rather than face eviction, offers him the only thing of value she has left to sell.

Also this is my 50th fic on AO3 and I can’t believe it’s not something more tasteful than a sex-in-exchange-for-rent smut fic (okay, I can, shut up)

It was no good.

No matter how many times she added the column of figures, it still came to the same total.  Which was not nearly enough to feed and clothe them for the month, never mind pay the rent.  Gideon’s cold had passed after a week, but it had been a week of fretting on her part, sleepless nights as she tried to soothe and calm him, and four days off work that she couldn’t afford to take.  Granny had been very good, sending a basket of baked goods around to her, but it was the loss of four days’ wages that she felt most keenly.  Belle French and her son lived a subsistence life as it was, in their tiny one-bed green and yellow home with the little back porch that she liked to sit on in the evening to read and rock her son in her arms.

She tried to remember a time when she hadn’t felt helpless, every day a struggle to make ends meet.  Gideon was growing by the day, and although the townsfolk were kind, donating second-hand clothes and well-loved toys, it didn’t stop Belle from feeling like a failure.  She had never wanted this life for her son, born to an unwed mother who made minimum wage at the local diner and who could only afford a one-bed at the edge of town.  When I can afford it, she thought ruefully.

Gideon burbled something from his crib, and Belle pushed back her chair with a sigh, going to check on him.  He was lying on his back, chewing on the toes of his booties, watching her with bright brown eyes.  Heart swelling with love for him, she gathered him up in her arms, holding him close and breathing in his scent.

“Don’t worry, Gid,” she said softly.  “Things will change for the better, you’ll see.”

A knock at the door made her start, and instinctively she hugged Gideon a little tighter.  She wasn’t expecting company, and the diner would be mid-shift, so it was unlikely to be one of her friends.  Which left one likely visitor.  A second knock, this one impatient, made her sigh.  She set Gideon down, pulling the blanket up over him, and eyed the door with trepidation.  There was only one person this could be.

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This was a fascinating mix of angsty and smutty, with a look at a Belle who will do anything for her child and a Gold who wants to appear ruthless and heartless, but is so lonely and in need of some lovin’... just like their canon counterparts! 

It was almost painful to read heartless landlord Gold quoting the rental agreement to poor, single mother Belle... especially when Gideon is really Gold’s child instead of whoever Belle thought was the boy’s father.  His snide remarks about that exact thing also seemed like a low blow, but I think her offer disturbed him as much as it intrigued him.

I love that Belle refused to play the victim in this scenario and it was wonderful that she received so much pleasure out of the encounter that she never expected. I also like the twist on True Love’s Kiss (True Love’s Fuck?) and how moving and powerful their joining was for both of them.

It made it hot, but you also made it deep... two of my favorite things! ;-)

Well done!!!!

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Waiting Game - final chapter

Yay!  It’s March 31st and I finished a WIP!  And I didn’t start any new WIPs this month!  Progress!

Anyway, this is the final chapter.  Gold and Lacey finally talk about their misunderstanding and their future (and, well, smut ensues)

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Lacey grumbled under her breath as the elevator took her up to the top floor of the hotel.  Gold had the same suite as the last time she had been here, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.  It was almost as though the six weeks of feeling like she wasn’t fit for him to wipe his shoes on were a bad dream.  Sighing to herself, she stomped along the corridor to his suite and knocked on the door before she could lose her nerve.  There was a moment or two before the lock rattled, and she waited, her heart in her mouth.

Gold opened the door, blinking in surprise when he saw her, and Lacey took a deep breath.

“You - um - you weren’t talking about me,” she said, and his mouth twitched.

“No,” he said.

“You were - you were talking about a boat,” she added.

“Yes.”

“A boat called Dwarf Star, apparently.”

“So it would seem,” he said.

“And a bike.  Owned by someone called August, which is a weird-ass name, but that’s really not the point.”

His mouth worked, as though he was trying not to laugh.

“Yes.”

Lacey shrugged uncomfortably.

“So…” she said.  “Turns out I’m a bloody idiot.”

Gold smiled.

“There are many words I would use to describe you, Lacey,” he said.  “‘Idiot’ isn’t one of them.”

“No, I am.”  She pushed open the door, striding into the room and spinning to face him as he closed it.  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.  And I’m sorry I called you a dickhead and an arsehole and whatever the hell else I called you.”

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Sprite…what have you done?  

The last chapter I read of this story, it was a fun, little romp with Lacey and Gold getting each other off in a restaurant supply closet… where did all this angst come from?!   I know... you just couldn’t help yourself...

Never have conversations about a boat and a bike been so destructive!!!! Though, this really helped to highlight deep issues in Lacey’s character that hopefully she now sees and can deal with in a healthy manner.

I’m so happy they were able to get over their misunderstandings and really be able to discuss a future together... and have sex... lots and lots of sex! ;-)

Let’s hope these two crazy kids can make it all work...

{insp.} | for @mariequitecontrarie on the occasion of her birthday

The Wheel

Holy crap he’s beautiful

I second that sentiment...

Ah... this story has everything... intrigue, danger, action, comedy (thank you, Jefferson), and delicious smut!

Ooh... and a mysterious phone call... sounds like the prompts need to keep coming!

#be quiet, you two#especially you, gaston#don’t interrupt#your ex fiancée’s first meeting with her true love™#with sudden outbursts of toxic masculinity

#slay This is exactly what Rumple was thinking, right?

OUAT 6x16 - deleted scene

I’d watch this show! ;-)

If you want help, you have to try and trust me.

The third installment in this series: inspired by @thestraggletag ‘s idea :

“… that Belle is his lawyer who gets him out of trouble every single time.… Emma’s starting to suspect that’s also partly the reason why Gold gets into so much trouble in the first place. And that Belle is loving it. Basically it’s the most fucked-up form of foreplay she’s ever seen.”

(Also, if anyone has any ideas what I should call this series? I foresee this becoming a thing).

Make this a thing, please, make this a thing!

I agree you should make it a thing.

Oh FFS guys, stop making me want to write this!

I’ve missed them being together so much :(

Me too... or you know... just on the show at all...