More Precious than Silver- Part 18

With a luxurious sigh, Gold nestled deeper into his pillow.  In the soft, cottony place between sleep and waking, he was aware enough to know that he’d never been so warm and comfortable before, even if he couldn’t quite remember why his bed felt so glorious.

As he woke a little more, a smile twitched at his lips as memories of the previous evening returned to him.  His bed had never been so comfortable before because it had never had Belle in it before.  He could feel their lower legs touching beneath the sheets and hear the steady rush of her breath, a sound that was more beautiful than music.  Although he’d planned to remain awake for the entire night, at some point he’d closed his eyes to better focus on deciphering the words she mumbled in her sleep in between her charming little snuffling noises, and he’d apparently dozed off for a few minutes.

Much as he’d enjoyed watching her sleep, it was an equal pleasure to just lie beside her and soak in her presence.  Having never shared a bed with anyone before, Gold had expected the process to be rather utilitarian.  Sharing a bed was simple conservation of space and resources.  He hadn’t realized how comforting it would be to have a cherished bedmate within easy reach, Belle’s warm presence reminding him that he was no longer alone in the universe.

For the simple pleasure of touching her, he reached out to brush his hand against hers beneath the covers, stroking his fingertips over her knuckles.  Her skin felt impossibly soft, tempting him to twine their fingers together.  Heroically, he resisted the urge so as not to disrupt her slumber.

“Good morning.”

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The best part of the week is reading Bad-Faery’s update. The worst part of the week is when I’m done and it’s the longest time before her next update

More Precious than Silver- Part 15

Gold cursed under his breath as he glared down at his ledger.  This was the fourth time he’d added this particular column of numbers, and he’d gotten a different total every single time.

In frustration, he closed the book, hissing in pain when the edge of a page caught the side of his finger, slicing deep.  With more force than necessary, he slammed the book onto the counter before raising his hand to inspect the thin line of blood welling up from the paper-cut on the side of his index finger.

Grumbling, he withdrew his pocket square to apply pressure to the minor wound, realizing belatedly that the blood was going to stain the light blue silk.

“Are you okay?”  Belle voice came from the opposite side of the front room where she’d been rearranging one of the displays while he worked on end of the month paperwork.

“Fine,” Gold grunted in reply, aware that his current problems were too minor to complain about.

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I can safely say that I did not see that coming.

Just FYI, there won’t be a MPtS update tonight. 

And a question… would you be interested in the occasional interlude from Belle’s POV or do you prefer seeing her strictly through Gold’s eyes?  I’m not sure which I prefer, so I thought I’d throw it out there.

As much as I absolutely adore how you write Belle, it’s interesting seeing things from a completely clueless Golds POV

More Precious than Silver- Part 10

“What?”

The echo of Gold’s started exclamation hung in the air as Belle gazed up at him, her face puzzled.  

“What?”  She parroted his outburst in a more moderate tone, sounding completely lost.

Gold’s mind raced as they stared at each other— Belle confused and him aghast.  He’d misunderstood something, misunderstood it in such a fundamental way that he’d convinced himself that his assistant was suggesting they go to bed together.  It was unthinkable, but it was suddenly the only thing he could think about, his memory recalling the image of Belle sprawled across his bed with her skirt hiked up to bare her thighs to his hungry gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Belle asked as she reached out to touch the side of his face.  "Nachton, are you all right?  You look like you’re about to keel over.“

He was dreaming.  That was the only possible explanation.  He’d accidentally gotten into Jefferson’s tea, and now he was hallucinating.  Nothing else made sense.

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Wow a Gold that is honest with his Belle, I assume NTC had something to do with it. Just love this to pieces

Enchanted Tales with Belle

Gold and sick!Bae visit Disney World and meet Actual Disney Princess Belle.

Happy Rumbelleversary, everyone!

Gold had his doubts about the wisdom of this excursion, but Bae had pleaded to visit Disney World, and there was little he could deny his boy, not when there were no guarantees that he’d have the child for much longer.

Running his hand over his face, Gold tried to focus on the positives.  Right now, Bae was beaming, his smile nearly splitting his pale face in two as he gazed out the monorail window, exclaiming at everything he saw on the brief journey from the Polynesian Resort where they were staying to the main gates of the Magic Kingdom.  An oxygen tube ran from his nose to the tank slung on his back, which he insisted he was strong enough to carry himself.  Right now, he wasn’t even coughing, but Gold was prepared with a backpack filled with handkerchiefs, inhalers, spare clothes, and anything else Bae might need when one of his spells came on him.  His cell phone was in his pocket, fully charged and waiting for a call that might never come.

Bae was next on the list for a lung transplant, but child-sized lungs were hard to come by in the world of organ donation, and none of Gold’s money or influence could help with that.  It was criminally unfair that the one thing he couldn’t buy was the one thing he longed for most— Bae’s health.

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This is now one of my top favorite stories of yours. I was a sick child who was undiagnosed until adulthood. But I remember that family vacations to Disney were a time where I forgot about my pain and just believed in magic. Even when I had my surgery a couple of years ago my mom and I went there the week before, it was unspoken that if something happened I wanted one of my last memories to be in my favorite place with my favorite person. Heck I have pictures of me dressed like OUaT belle with every character we could find. Sorry about this long post but I wanted to thank you for writing something that actually touched me.

Rumbelle Fic Poll

I’m trying to decide what I should work on next, so I thought I’d let you guys help me out. I could do:

Only a Rose

A Night to Remember

Scars Never Shown

Please reblog and tell me what you think.

Only a rose

Asking for a rumbelle rp :

If Sir Rumple gets arrested by the NY police for being creepy and he is in possession of a sword and an armour, what is going to happen to said sword and armour ? And to him, for this effect. I am not knowledgeable in American police procedure. He will be released since there is no charge pressed and he was no actual danger to anyone.

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It is completely legal to open carry a sword. You're going to get strange looks, but in the right neighborhood some people will come up to you to discuss where you got the armor and sword.

I think I’m gonna update Isabella’s Baby before I work on the long Cutthroat Kitchen Rumbelle AU one-shot thingie. I really want to write Belle’s strange pregnancy. I would like to take ideas from the fandom on what could happen to Belle’s body during little baby Dark One’s development. This is a horror fic so nothing is really out of the question. Any and all suggestions are welcome.

How about cravings for weird foods that do not exist in our realm, like a griffon egg omlate. Being rediculously jelouse and territorial over Gold, like she does not like the way that Zelina looks at her husband so she follows her home and kills her. Having weird sex dreams about a strange man who looks like her husband but it is not ( wink, wink), those dreams are like the real Rosemarry's baby and Rumplestiltskin comes to her because he is attracted to Belle when she starts to show that she is pregnant with his child. Belle swears that she can hear her child's thoughts and emotions, leading to her becoming even more protective and in love with her child then she thought possible. The child does not want Gold, or any male who is not its papa, near its mommy. This could lead to hormone Belle wanting to be with her husband but gets a feeling of wrongness everything he touches her. Sorry if this is such a long post I was just remembering all the pregnancy fics I have read, and putting a magical imp baby twist in them.

I have been re-selecting the tags that I want to view, that seems to work

I will never get over this at all. 

Oh My God this is the highlight of my week. 

The funniest thing about this is that the area code is in South San Francisco. Sorry I live in San Fran and I now have a picture in my mind of a small house next to a cemetery (SSF is like half cemeteries) that is the base of operations to Jurassic Park.

The House of the Wolf

by blackberry stone

C: Don’t fail me, An awful surprise, Horseback riding excursion

AN: Set fairly early in the Rumbelle timeline during Belle’s tenure as Dark Castle Housekeeper.  Shamelessly inspired by speculative posts regarding what nasties might be lurking in Rumpel’s vault.  It’s a bit dark and a bit smutty, but hopefully not overtly so.  And cookies to anyone who gets the statue reference!

When Rumpelstiltskin saw the flash of blue between rows of shelves and statuary in his vault he was positive he was imagining things, or else had wandered too close to some artifact that had peeked in at his mind and saw the pretty little thing that occupied it more and more often every day and had presented him with a vision of her.  Surely she couldn’t be down here, not after his warnings.  This hour usually found her curled up behind heavy drapes in a window somewhere with a battered book balanced on her knees, not creeping after him through thick woods and darkened tunnels.

And yet today it seemed curiosity had won his maid over.  He could hear her footsteps, hushed but not silent on the stone floor, and a soft gasp somewhere behind him.  Rumpelstiltskin bristled.  This was no place for a bumbling housekeeper.  The things he kept in here were too dangerous, too volatile, even for him to risk toying with for long.  There were objects that could and had laid waste to villages, kingdoms, and in the case of one particular artifact, separated and locked inside six warded ironwood boxes, an entire world.  This was no place for curiosity.

Rumpelstiltskin slipped out from behind the shelving, intent on giving his made a good solid scare and dragging her back to the castle proper before any harm could be done by (or to) her, but his word of warning died on his lips.

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I love Stephen King and Desperation is one of my top 5 favorite novels of his.

Thank you for responding to me, I had a pseudo argument with a friend of mine and she kept saying that OQ was true love and I was reminding her about Timk saying they were soul mates, to kep a boring argument short her rebuttle was that it was the samething.