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orchidyoonkook · 1 year

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Hey, I was off tumblr for a bit. Came back to an amazing chapter put out by you!!! No joke, when you mentioned the bunny slippers, I snapped my head to glance at mine. The glance turned to a flustered stare quick though lol.

I can’t begin to say how much change this piece bring to the plot and the change in your way of writing. We can see the genuine thoughts of jk, and boy, oh boy, he’s absolutely smitten and in low-key disappointment. I can’t wait to see what’s next for these characters. The texts between the oc and jk is so adorable and puts a warm feeling that I think many people can understand.

Jk, well I guess you, really made me search up these artist nicknames and try to piece together if the had meaning to the plot. And the nicknames are original in terms of concept and that makes it cuter. I really like the study aspect or the studious side of oc that you put out, it’s refreshing as a trait and didn’t fully stereotype her, it added more to her. Her tendencies to pack her life with studying and forget about herself, I relate real hard. Jungkook is doing such a boyfriend move by checking up on her and making her eat well.

Even Yuri, my gosh, I absolutely love her. Her realization, her coming back to the oc and their friendship is great. I also love her bounce back. Honestly speaking, this might be my favorite chapter cause it left me wanting more. Jungkook good luck man. Cornelius, don’t break my bae’s heart, I will attack you!!! I feel protective okay, she’s my friend…

As always Yoon, you improved-amazing transitions, numerous different ways to describe details, and more visual invoking statements. The story is coming into life in a wispy way. I hope that’s what you intended (the wispy, foggy, dream like way). You have a certain tone or feeling you try to envoke with each scene and it comes through to the readers. I loved it, it was such a treat to come back on tumblr to this!

By the way these are my slippers! 😉🥴

Love you boo,

Bubbles 🫧

Bubbles!!???!!??!!!? Oh???? MY GOD!????

Okay the way I literally screamed when I got this. My partner was like “what do keep squealing about?” Because we’re in bed and he’s trying to sleep and my ass is keeping him awake with my absolute glee.

Bubbles. My love. My wholehearted DARLING. i have so so SO many words for you, and as a always, they will be under the cut.

Firstly:

I LOVE YOU SO FKING MUCH!!!!!!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that screaming out of my system, onto:

Hey, I was off tumblr for a bit. Came back to an amazing chapter put out by you!!! No joke, when you mentioned the bunny slippers, I snapped my head to glance at mine.

WELCOME BACK DARLING♥️♥️♥️♥️

I’m so so SO happy you liked the chapter!! It’s one of my favourites because you get to see them blossoming and it makes my heart so soft.

YOU HAVE BUNNY SLIPPERS!??? I’m jealous but also, growing up I had piggy slippers! So I consider us fraternal slipper twins now.

The glance turned to a flustered stare quick though lol.

—Oop 😂😂

I can't begin to say how much change this piece bring to the plot and the change in your way of writing.

This right here. Is (one of many reasons) why I do it. To know that people can see me improving as I go is so wonderfully insane to me. And not only that but then you let me KNOW you can see me improving!??? Thank you for that!!

We can see the genuine thoughts of jk, and boy, oh boy, he's absolutely smitten and in low-key disappointment. I can't wait to see what's next for these characters. The texts between the oc and jk is so adorable and puts a warm feeling that l think many people can understand.

His POV is my favourite to write. Because he’s so unlike me. I’m so goofy and silly and not prim and proper—even when I try! The only things we have in common are our love of the arts and the ability to hide our emotions. So it’s so fun to step into his shoes and pretend for a little while.

I love their texts. Coming up with them and phrasing them. Seeing how they write and send in different ways. I just. I love them so much.

I’m so glad there’s a warm feeling. That’s what I get when I write them.

Sorry I made you do homework! I don’t personally put a meaning on the nicknames into the plot. But if you’d like to them by all means!!! I actually did like a two hour google session of a bunch of famous artists just to make sure I would have enough of them 😅😅.

I really like the study aspect or the studious side of oc that you put out, it's refreshing as a trait and didn't fully stereotype her, it added more to her. Her tendencies to pack her life with studying and forget about herself, I relate real hard.

I love how dedicated reader is to her studies. I love that she has this drive that comes from somewhere inside and doesn’t let anyone get in her way, and even better, that those who are closest to her know this, and support her through it because they see how important it is to her.

I’m glad it’s relatable. As always I’m trying to strive for realism and I know I sure as hell forget to take care of myself when I’m so absorbed into an important task.

And as a personal note, low key a tiny self insert as ya girl was a straight A arts student. But the point of making her an arts student was to show that it’s not just STEM and other such subjects that can require years of work and dedication to succeed in. The arts are what keep humanity alive in my opinion, so for this particular story it was important for me to have her be so dedicated to her studies in art because they’re also important <3

Jungkook is doing such a boyfriend move by checking up on her and making her eat well.

He’s the best. And the best part about him being the best is he’s doing it because he cares for her and not because he wants anything from her. He truly just wants to make sure she’s okay. Prince JK bestest boy.

Even Yuri, my gosh, I absolutely love her. Her realization, her coming back to the oc and their friendship is great. I also love her bounce back.

You’re the first person (in my immediate memory) who’s said they love Yuri so thank you for that. I know she’s a.. difficult character but I have so much love for her, so the fact that’s she finally getting it from you makes me so so happy.

She’s such a go get what you want because you want it girl. Her bounce back makes me so proud of her.

Honestly speaking, this might be my favorite chapter cause it left me wanting more. Jungkook good luck man. Cornelius, don't break my bae's heart, I will attack you!!! I feel protective okay, she's my friend…

STOPPIT 😭😭♥️♥️ I said it earlier but it’s one of my favourites too!!

I love how protective everyone is for reader! Nel’s got something coming to him if he hurts her and it’s from you guys!! She’s so loved and I love that for her because she deserves it.

As always Yoon, you improved-amazing transitions, numerous different ways to describe details, and more visual invoking statements.

I’m so so so so so thrilled for this particular statement because it’s something I’m actively working hard on trying to improve. I’m constantly looking for areas that I can tweak and fix and make better. So the fact that it’s something that’s noticeable and is a good noticeable, I just. I can’t thank you enough for that validation.

The story is coming into life in a wispy way. I hope that's what you intended (the wispy, foggy, dream like way). You have a certain tone or feeling you try to envoke with each scene and it comes through to the readers. I loved it, it was such a treat to come back on tumblr to this.

The story came from a literal dream so that makes total sense to me! I’m happy it comes off that way! And holy shit! I really do try to do the tone and feelings through each scene so the fact that it comes through!??? Practice really does make improvement!

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I’ve said it a couple times throughout the blog but TWWWBAATTA is the third thing I’ve ever written for pleasure (aka outside of academics) in my life so I’m always worried that my inexperience just shouts at you guys when reading when I want it to be an immersive experience.

And I don’t say this as a means to compliment grab, truly I don’t. I say it to really try and cement into meaning how much your words mean to me. I’m a BABY writer, I’ve barely even crawled into the writing world, yet you and several others have taken the time out of their days to not only read my little story, but leave these wonderful, constructive, encouraging comments and reviews. You let me know that what I’m trying to do and to achieve IS what’s happening, and that I’m improving with each publishing.

I can never ever thank you enough for your kind and generous words/reviews. I really wish I could put into words (ironic) how much they do. I know I can say they’re a big reason I can keep going even when the material is fighting me tooth and nail. I remember there are lovely folks like yourself who are looking forward to the next chapter.

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By the way these are my slippers! 😉🥴

I can’t copy the picture for some reason BUT THOSE ARE LITERALLY SO CUTE OHMYGODDDDD. They remind me of Easter!! (I was born the day before Easter!)

Love you boo,

Bubbles 🫧

Have I mentioned that I love you? Because I love you literally so much.

I have no words other than thank you, I love you, 10000000 kisses for Bubbles and *unhinged loving screaming*. I hope that gives off the vibes I’m intending it too.

Thank you Bubbles, love you too, Boo ♥️

#I’m gunna cry myself to sleep affectionately #and then I’m gunna sleep SO GOOD because of that #Bubbles I don’t know what I did to deserve you and your amazing thoughts but I welcome every single one of them with open arms #thank you thank you for your endless kindness and wonderful words #asks #bubbles🫧#twwwbaatta asks #sunday nights and lost memories #reviews #twwwbaatta reviews #the kindest of souls #ms.mailbox📬

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juiceboxesheadcanons · 4 years

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Hello and good luck on the new blog! 🤗 If it's okay, I'd like to request some wholesome things the adultrio would do for their S/O. For example, how they'd hype their partner, what they'd do for them when they're not feeling well or stressed, things lile those. I hope it makes sense and thank you! Take care of yourself and I hope you have a great day/night! 🙇💕

AJDCJFJJGRJ YOU’RE SO SWEET ILYSM- yes you may have some of the troublesome trio thank you for asking 😁🧃 Warning: Includes bad language but no nsfw

Adult trio headcanons

Chrollo

🧃 this romantic little bi- 🧃 if you were sick he’d be like “I told you to wear a jacket.” and I wouldn’t be phased if he hit you with the “it’s bc of that DaMn phone.” but he’d enjoy taking care of you, yes the troupe will watch over you. He’d tell machi to go check on you, give you soup, tea, and those gross crackers he is sure will make you better. but just because he scolds doesn’t mean he isn’t a little softie for you and is so happy he can treat you like a little baby 🧃 stressed? why is baby stressed? school? hell no put that away and let me snuggle you until you’re better 😠 🧃 please play with his hair. please. I asked nicely. he LOVES it. 🧃 if you have a powerful nen ability he is OBSESSED with it. “That was amazing dear.” and all that stuff. he literally loves you do not take this for granted at all, 🧃 he finds you crying. why is Y/N crying? no cri fo u. no ma’am wipe those tears away and let’s go get your favorite takeout food and we hug until whatever made you sad is forgotten. If somebody made you cry, say goodbye to them cause they’re getting their neck: snapped 🧃 he calls you “my queen” because that’s what you are you beautiful looking mother f- 🧃 you went shopping? show him your clothes he wants to see how pretty you look in them rn

Illumi

🧃 😐 🧃 nah I’m just playing I love him, anyways if you were sick he literally would not genuinely understand what to do. The zoldycks don’t get sick bc they’re simply built different. he’d ask his butlers to run you a warm bath but after that bath you’re officially one with the bed. He’ll literally make sure you don’t leave that bed until you’re better. at this point just pretend you are so you can leave honestly he isn’t sure what to do he just wants his healthy happy princess back 🧃 stressed? oh. He literally would tell you that you need to keep your good grades and in a nice way, to get over it weakling. but if you started crying he’d feel bad and if it’s a good day even apologize for being so harsh on you 🧃 we all know by now this man is LOADED so shopping dates are regular because he isn’t sure where else to take you and of course hisoka won’t help cause he’s just away doing god knows what. if you want one thing just expect 97 of it in top quality. 🧃 he isn’t trying to buy your love he just doesn’t know how to express how much he adores you because his parents didn’t love him :( 🧃 you have a hobby? great. he’ll help pay for all the equipment, materials, practices, and may even research a thing or two so he can know why you’re so interested in this. when he watches you do your hobby he loves how you’re just so effortlessly good- poor guy is such a quiet hype man “that’s really good y/n” please he’s trying his best 🧃 please do haircare and facemasks with him. he may not say anything but he LOVES it. he thinks the cold facemasks are calming and it puts him in such a good mood. Have you seen rapunzals his hair? he most certainly enjoys how soft his hair is after its conditioned and shampooed. if its night he’ll snuggle you the rest of the night but if it’s day, he’ll probably have a soft smile. please just give this man huggies. 🧃 crying? what is wrong this time. he might just stand there and sit down with you. he isn’t that good at comforting. he’ll just pat your head as you vent all your feelings. he probably doesn’t feel that bad but he’d get you a cup of water-

Hisoka

🧃 ah yes, my favorite pEdOpHiLe

🧃 stressed. *sigh* he’d close your books and hold you like the little baby you are and tell you its okay and everybody needs breaks. you fall asleep in his arms and poof all of a sudden your favorite takeout is on the table. (we all know this man isn’t a great chef.) honestly he is doing great and trust me, he’s trying. He really is.

🧃 don’t even let him see you crying. he’d get sad seeing you sad, plop down next to you, ask why you’re crying, and then say it’s gonna be alright. you just gotta BeLiEvE. okay buy on a real note he’d probably slaughter whatever made you cry and if it was something stupid like you saw a baby bird fall out a tree he’d laugh and say “Y/N you’re so soft~”

🧃 You’re sick? “open wide dear~” he is having a field day feeding you and holding you in bed. He’d probably make you a sandwich and get you a water refill every 3 seconds. unlike illumi and chrollo he’d let you leave the house just wear layers and don’t go out for too long. he’d probably make you take him with you because he is worried for you shawty bae 😔✌

🧃 Him being the man he is he would somehow find out you were terrified of bugs and it’d be his life goal to scare you every time he found a random spider in the corner. he wouldn’t go too far he’d just tease you every now and then but only to see where your limits are. (consider him a smart man hm~)

🧃 if you’re short I got some news for you miss girl, he will literally tease you about it every day- using your head as a arm or chin rest is his favorite thing to do because of how mad you get, “tehe angry y/n is cute~”

🧃 this man. He would literally get up at 3am and change all the clocks in the house to 10am to make you think you were late and then say “did you have a meeting today?~” and laugh as you scramble around to find your shoes and walk out to see pitch black. he’s just the little prankster like that. he also enjoys putting flour in your blow dryer so you get a face full of flour when you wake up.

🧃 he loves you, you’re his darling now go let him kiss kiss you pls

Alright that’s the end! I decided to make it long bc I be feeding my requesters breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with snacks in between 😀 anyways this actually took 1 hour bc tumblr deleted it like 4 times so yEAh, I hope you enjoy 🧃✨

#hxh headcanons #adult trio

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pixelwisp-archive · 3 years

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Rating Pet names used in fanfic

Thank you sm for the tag beb @oikawaandkuroostan~!

I made a new post because the other one was getting long! Here is the og!

mommy/daddy: Daddy is like a 6/10 for me, but only if he refers to himself, makes me cringe when the reader says it. Mommy???? -1200/10, respect but no thank you, I have never wanted to crawl out of my own skin more lmao

darling: 11/10, especially if its Atsumu, especially if it’s darlin’ :)

doll: 7/10, I used to lowkey not vibe with this, but if it’s what Iwaizumi and Gojo wanna call me doll I do not have the will to stop them.

slut/whore: I guess like a 5/10? I don’t really like it but it doesn’t deter me like mommy does.

baby: Another one I used to hate, except now its a 100/10. makes me so warm.

love: 50/10. Yes. All the yes.

bae: unless they’re kidding, 0/10 lol. leave that shit in the past where it belongs.

kitten: klafglkfjdklg if you asked me this before I met Shinsou I would have given it a negative trillion but now??? 8/10. Shinsou and Kuroo using it? 1200/10.

puppy: oh my god no. please. this feels like furry entrapment and I hate it. I know it makes me a hypocrite because I just rated kitten 8/10 but please. no. -trillion/10.

cow: lmao what the fuck is this a thing????? no. - ∞ /10.

tagging: (not sure who’s been tagged/done it already, I know this is spreading fast lol) @larkspyrr @kuroowo @kuroosperiodictable @confusedturtle and anyone who wants to join! <3

#tag games

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rvmmm21 · 4 years

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. saviour .

summary : seungwan's walk to work is a dangerous one, joohyun knows that. she'll always be seungwan's hero. it's only to look out for her favourite secretary, after all.

small note : i was going to make this longer but my brain glitched, so it’s just here as a tentative one-shot.

tw : noncon, harrassment, physical intimidation.

[yandere!joyrene x secretary!wendy]

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Her boss was her saviour.

…

It’s getting dark and she’s walking home from work, bundled up warm to keep out the winter chill. Her mind is on a nice, hot dinner and a relaxing bath after an incredibly stressful day. Gosh, it’s finally the weekend, and that means she’s taking full advantage of those forty-eight hours of ‘her’ time. Of course, that probably means binge-watching the latest episodes of her favourite drama with a tray of home baked ‘weekend muffins’ – strawberry shortcake! – and perhaps, if she’s feeling particularly tense, a short walk in the park. Playing secretary to the Chief Inspector attached to one of the busiest police stations in the city of Seoul is as hectic and draining as you’d imagine, and it often leaves her with little time to herself. So naturally, the highlight of everyday is the end of it, where she can actually sit and breathe.

Except, it’s a bit hard to even think about breathing now, because she’s ambushed just around the corner of the convenience store a few blocks away from her street.

“My, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Seungwan isn’t sure when she started crying, but she’s beginning to curse herself for cracking at the first thing that came out of this stranger’s mouth. She really needs to learn not to look so weak. Especially not when she’s stuck with a woman who’s so tall, she has to look up at her while she’s pressed up against the wall of this perfectly deserted, perfectly claustrophobic alleyway.

No part of her wants to be stuck with any part of this… this villain, gorgeous as she is.

“Aw, don’t cry. What’s wrong, darling? You’re scared, huh...” The woman reaches up momentarily to wipe the tears streaming down her cheeks, leaning in a little too closely to do so. She has one arm against the wall beside Seungwan’s head, and the iniquitous laugh to top it all off.

Seungwan recognises her… vaguely. I mean everybody has eyes, a nose and a mouth, but the way they’re situated on the face in front of her just… she swears she’s seen that face somewhere, if only from hearing her boss rant about - oh no, oh my gosh. The posters, the meetings that were hastily wrapped up as soon as she opened the door to serve her superior her obligatory morning coffee. The woman holding her at knifepoint right now… is the felon Inspector Bae is currently gathering information on, trying to hunt down to keep behind bars.

This woman is top priority at the station. A criminal. Dangerous.

J-Julia?

Jay?

The name comes to her when a gloved hand reaches up to grab her jaw, forcing her chin up so she’s looking straight into glinting eyes.

Joy.

Seungwan tries her best not to make her terror known, but it’s a miserable failure. “Please,” she whispers hoarsely, too terrified to even beg at a normal pitch. “I’m just – I’m an assistant, I just bring the coffee, I don’t have anything important! They don’t tell me anything! I don’t know about the c-cases, Inspector Bae won’t even tell me her address, I have nothing you want, I – ach!”

A forearm across her throat stops her rambling. Hard bone digs into her windpipe, cutting off more than what she had originally wanted to say. Her hands reflexively shoot up to grasp at the appendage choking her, but she’s only shoved further into the stone whenever she tries to pry it away from her neck. “N-No… no i-information…” she weakly gurgles out, desperately trying to hit it home that she really isn’t of any use. “… h-have… nothing, p-please…”

“Shut up.” The woman threatens her before physically doing it, clamping tighter around Seungwan’s jaw and dissolving her verbal pleas into pleading whimpers. The smirk on those crimson lips is so much scarier than anything she’s said so far. “Silly girl, you have everything I want. I want to send a message. That’s what you’re for, isn’t it? What do you think, baby? Do you think your precious Inspector will stop bothering me if I send her cute little toy to work all messed up, hm?”

Seungwan doesn’t answer. She can’t, with how hard she’s sobbing, breathing still painfully restricted, and trying to curl further into herself. Kicking, punching and screaming for help crosses her mind all at once, but those thoughts are fizzled away by the reality of just dropping to her knees and begging this woman to have mercy on her. Tempting as those instincts are, however, she hasn’t time to act on any of them.

As soon as she’s sure she’s not leaving without at least one lovely, permanent scar, Joy is forcefully ripped away and thrown to the side. And as soon as Seungwan can take her first full breath of air, she’s bolting, instinctively getting as far away from that alley as she can. She only realises she’s been dragging her saviour along with her when two arms around her waist abruptly pull her backwards into a warm body. At this point, the poor girl is so confused that she just turns and buries her face into the front of whoever’s just answered her prayers.

A gentle hand comes up and strokes her hair as she shivers from the aftereffects of the ordeal. After a moment of silence, Seungwan dares to slowly glance up at her rescuer. When she meets those kind eyes, the tension almost immediately shreds away and it’s replaced with a small, fond sigh.

“I-Inspector B – ”

And then the voice corrects her with an awkward sternness. “I’m not in uniform, Ms. Son, please don’t address me like that. Joohyun is fine.”

Joohyun, right. The girl wants to correct her too, to tell her she’d much rather she be ‘Seungwan’ instead of ‘Ms. Son’, but she’s too busy being grateful to form any words other than the ‘thank you’ she thinks she’s repeated at least thirty times now.

“Oh dear, what’s this here?” The raven-haired woman brings a finger up to delicately brush Seungwan’s fringe to the side. The smaller girl can only stare at the shiny silver buttons on her black Burberry trench coat as she’s being inspected.

She winces and flinches back when a frigid draft brushes over the cut on her eyebrow, stinging it.

But Joohyun presses her closer. “No, no, it’s okay, let me see it. I can help.”

Obediently, Seungwan stills to allow her to assess the extent of the damage. A sigh of fatigue draws from her lips when Joohyun’s fingers trace over the small wound. The touch is light and comforting. Comforting enough for it to slip her mind that it’s very late at night and the leftovers sitting in her fridge are waiting to be reheated. That, and her direct superior is in front of her, holding her up while she studies her condition.

She shifts slightly to catch the other woman’s attention. “I’m fine… Joohyun, really.” The name sounds funny coming off like that. “We need to report this, I can come in tomorrow. That was – I think that was Joy – and if she’s in the area then you could be in dan – ”

The grip tightening around her waist is more than mildly inappropriate, but it’s successful in cutting her short. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll file the paperwork, you need to rest.”

Yet again, Seungwan tries to insist that reporting the incident sooner rather than later could be vital in capturing Joy, and that Joy’s arrest took precedence over a minor cut. But Joohyun remains resolute. “Come on,” she says, heaving one of Seungwan’s arms over her shoulder and curling the other around her waist, “I’ll walk you home, just tell me where to go. You could still be targeted. It’s not safe.”

The space between them is non-existent, and the room to compromise, even more so. Joohyun reaches over briefly to tuck Seungwan’s scarf back into her coat before they start walking, and the girl drops her gaze. The fright has worn off and it’s just now terribly embarrassing for her to even be in the presence of someone like Joohyun. I mean, she’s Chief Inspector Bae for god’s sake. She didn’t just get that title, all those gleaming medals and framed awards from twiddling her thumbs and sitting pretty at her desk all day.

It almost makes Seungwan feel like a liability.

If she can’t defend herself from one attacker, why is she even working as an assistant to a woman who hunts villains down for a living? How many times does she think Joohyun is going to be there to catch her when she falls?

But that’s just it.

She is so relieved at the fact she’s still alive, that she forgets to ask how her boss knew exactly where to find her.

…

Much later into the night, a familiar figure in a black trench coat re-enters the alleyway. It’s quiet, and empty. Even emptier than it had been when Seungwan was walking back earlier on, save for the dark, hooded silhouette on the far right, and the grating sound of steel against brick.

“Aaand she finally appears.” The hooded figure greets, sheathing her dagger. “Did your little secretary get home alright?”

Black trench coat scoffs, stepping into the darkness and doing her best not to seem offended. “Sooyoung, did you really have to be that rough? You gave our poor angel such a nasty looking cut. And you made her cry.”

This time, it’s Sooyoung’s turn to take a defensive tone, albeit slightly playful. “Hey, I followed the plan! Scare her, threaten a little… you know, all that bad-guy stuff.” She can’t help herself, she’s always like that with Joohyun: relentlessly teasing. The mockery in her voice alone should be enough for Joohyun to cuff her on the spot, but she knows she’ll never do it.

She’s learnt to tolerate every aspect of Sooyoung’s personality; endearingly annoying as they may be. Still, it doesn’t stop the sinister growl from her throat, despite the grin on her face. It gains the other woman’s full attention instantly.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Hyunnie? Afraid you won’t have any eye-candy at work for a while?” She slides over to her, casually poking the shorter woman in the ribs. There’s a beat of silence and then Sooyoung sticks her bottom lip out in a pout when she’s left hanging. “You think I took it too far, don’t you?”

Joohyun’s reply is a smile. The image of Seungwan trembling in her arms, looking up at her through those fluttering, innocent eyelashes after Sooyoung’s ‘ambush’ is reassurance enough that everything happened at the right time and at the right intensity. Seungwan had looked at her like her saviour. Sooyoung hadn’t overdone it.

Sooyoung takes a tentative step forward, even closer now. “Hyun…”

There’s a genuine gratitude in her voice when Joohyun speaks again. “Thank you, Sooyoung. Really, you did so good for me. For us.”

“No problem, unnie,” Sooyoung makes a show of giving her an exaggerated courtesy, the playful lilt surfacing once more. “It’s my duty, as your – ”

And she’s pulled into a kiss. Five fingers firmly twist into the lapels of her jacket and tug her down into a searing, passionate kiss against the same wall Seungwan was pinned to a few hours ago, where she cried her eyes out.

Joohyun pulls away roughly, lips swollen and tingling from the cold. She smirks when Sooyoung looks as glazed-over as she feels. Their heaving breaths create a thin, silvery fog between them, as Joohyun holds the taller woman’s gaze with ease.

“You are the best, Young-ah. I love you.”

#red velvet #red velvet yandere #yandere #wenjoyrene

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thewritingsofamadwomen · 3 years

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I Hope You Don’t Mind

Chapter Three: Let’s Try It

"I mean he can't honestly be real right? Maybe I'm just super crazy and it's all a figment in my head?" Mia spoke into the phone. "I really need you here to tell me if I'm crazy or not." She sighed kicking the bed leg as she paced the room. "So just call me back please." After her date with Paul, Mia decided it was a good idea to stop and get some food and just relaxed in the hotel room watching random movies on tv. The next morning she found herself antsy, she needed to go and do something. She tried calling Callie but only seemed to get her voice mail today. Maybe she would get her later tonight. Quickly checking her phone she saw the weather was supposed to be nice and warm with no rain, then looking through what they had to do in town. There didn't seem like they had much in town that she could do, a lot of it seemed like it was for hiking but going fully hiking alone didn't seem like the brightest idea but maybe there were some small trails around. After that thought, she grabbed her small back and dropping the contents on the bed before filling it with some snacks and water. Maybe she should stop at the hiking shop and get some actual hiking shoes and get a trail map, they had to have one at least. Throwing her wallet in the bag and room key Mia headed out the door for the day. At least her phone didn't lie to her, it was sunny out and actually warm for was, Mia was glad that she was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. She wasn't used to so much dark and gloomy. Putting up her GPS she found herself heading to a 'Newton's Olympic Outfitters' which just like everything else in the town, was just off the main road. It didn't take long to get there or to find as a huge sign was sitting by the side of the road leading to a store that looked like it might have once been a barn at one point. A little matching house was sitting off to the side of it but parking in front of the barn she saw the open sign and headed on inside. The store was small like the rest of the town, slightly crowded but she could easily see shoes on the back wall of the store. Since she only needed basic sneakers, she quickly picked a pair that fit her and had some purple and she went to find a map. Finding a row of them close to the counter she tried to find one that didn't cross any mountains in the area. "Hi, can I help you with something?" A voice said in front of her, looking up she saw a guy around her age, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he flicked it away. A perfect customer service smile on his face when he looked down at her. "Yeah actually, I want to go for a little walk but not one that will take forever and it would be okay for me to do alone." Mia said trying to explain to him. He pulled a highlighter out of a tin that was next to him, Pulling the trail map closer to him making a face as he looked at the map he highlighted a route before giving it back to her. "This is probably what you'll be looking for. Takes a couple of hours, maybe two or three. If you get to about here." He circled a spot in the center of the trail. "There is a fall right about here, nice little rest stop and bathroom. Not too much hiking and nothing too steep so you won't need anything besides a pair of sneakers which you already got." He told her giving her a small smile. "Awesome, thanks well then I'll take this and a couple of these snack bars and I'll be all set then." She told him placing her stuff on the counter and pulling out her wallet. "Is this your first time in Forks?" He asked making small talk as he rang her up. "Yeah, I was just passing through and needed something to do." Mia told him shrugging her shoulders "There isn't really too much besides hiking and I don't really hike." "Small town life really. I grew up here basically, you get hiking the beach and lots of hanging out with people watching movies. The total comes to ninety-seven thirty-two." The cashier told her placing her items in a small bag. pulling out the money she gave him a small smile. "Well, then I might end coming back to find a new trail. Have a good day." She told her before hopping in her car and following the map, she easily found the spot that the trail he marked out started. Luckily it seemed to be well-traveled, the path was marked about they even had a small picnic area and bathroom. There were even a couple of cars next to hers so at least she wasn't alone completely. Switching out her shoes and throwing her bar in her backpack she found herself heading towards the woods. It wasn't something she would normally do but since her options were limited might as well gain some new experiences. Mia found herself surrounded by green, she could hear birds flying through the trees, animals scurrying across the ground in the bush just slightly unseen. The sound of her feet crushing across the twigs and leaves. She could even hear laughing seemingly coming from up head somewhere. It was peaceful, she wasn't sure how much time was passed but it seemed like no time at all she found herself new the falls, it was pretty that was for sure, it led out to a small pond below and a river that went off the other way. A family of four were playing in the shallow, another couple seemed to be setting up a small picnic. She found a nice spot on a flat rock where the sun shone, taking off her socks and sneakers she slipped her feet in the cool water, enjoying the sunlight on her face. "Well look who we have here." A voice said behind her, raising her hand against the sun to the person who spoke to her. Mia smiled when she realized Paul was sitting down beside her, enjoying the fact that he was once again shirtless like the first time on the beach. "Bit of a stalker." Mia teased him as she patted the rock beside her to have him sit. "Do you like following me around?" "Please, you are in my town and I am on the whim of a child." Paul gestured to a child around maybe six or seven from Mia's guess, She was splashing around which someone from Paul's friends' group, giggling as she splashed him with water. "But that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you here. I'd stalk you much more if I get time with you." "Oh yes, the highlight of your day right there." Mia joked, laughing at him shaking her head. "It is actually. My life hadn't started since you walked into my life." Paul said, Mia froze for a second as she turned to look out at him, staring at his serious face before she burst into laughter. "What kind of line is that?" She asked when she finally caught her breath, a stitch in her side growing as she looked at him. "Only the most perfect fitting one." Paul smirked at her and chuckled, though he was serious he didn't want to scare her away and if she knew how serious he was she would drive away and never come back. "You're something else Paul that's for sure." "Oh, I know darling." "So what's up with all these pet names?" Mia asked swinging her feet in the water besides Paul's much longer ones. "I'm trying to find the most perfect one for you, nothing seems fitting yet though so I'm trying them all out." Paul explained to her resting his arms around her shoulder as Mia leaned into him grinning. "Is pet names your thing?" Mia asked curiously, she has never been called anything besides babe and that was more exs calling her out of habit at that point. It wasn't a very special or sweet thing. "Not really, Few times the girls I was dating asked me to call them certain names. I figured why not give it a shot." "Well as long as you don't call me bae or just babe. Those suck." Mia told him "Noted. Now..do you mind if I kiss you?" Paul asked her, grinning down at her. Mia nodded her head pushing herself closer to Paul when he leaned down to meet her. Mia didn't know what was so different about kissing Paul but he was by far the best kisser. He seemed to do everything right, placed his hands where she wanted, turned his head the right way. He was warmth surrounded her, it made her feel safe and let all her insecurities melt away. She would have given up anything to just continue kissing her for the rest of her life, which was a slightly terrifying thought but she could always worry about that later. The way she was so comfortable around him was strange, she would normally never openly making out with a person but maybe it was a connection. That or she was overthinking and making up things in her head. She really needed to see Callie but Mia didn't even know where in the world she was right now. Mia didn't know how long they sat there kissing but it had to be a while as Paul's friend came over to get Paul's attention, the little girl following closely behind him carrying a little basket. "Sorry to interrupt the two love birds but Claire is ready to eat and I figured if we ate without you you'd get upset." His friend grinned at him and turned to her. "Hi, I'm Quil, you must be Mia." He said giving her a small wave "Ohhh Paul has talked all about you." Claire said smiling at the two of them, twirling the basket around. "Shh Claire that's a secret." Paul said laughing as held his finger to his lips, "We can't let her know we like her." Paul said as he looked over and winked at Mia. "Okay, I won't tell her anything you said." Claire said smiling. "He said a lot about you though." Claire said smiling as she dragged Quil over to the picnic table that was nestled in the trees a bit back. "So you talk about me?" Mia asked grinning at Paul as they got up and headed to join the other two. "Whatcha say bout me?" "Just the fact you're the most amazing girl I have ever met." Paul told her flinging his arm over her shoulder pulling her closer. "Oh, so just the love of your life basically." Mia teased sitting down on the bench across from Quil. "Exactly, I'm glad you get me, no one really does." Paul told her, pulling out what it looked to be a stack of sandwiches for ten people out of the basket and a couple bags of chips. "Pick whatever you want." Paul told her as Mia just gave him a look. "You get used to the amount we eat. It's why ladies always eat first." Quil said helping Claire with a bag of chips and her sandwich. "But that means we get the best stuff." Claire said grinning as she started to eat her chips. Mia grabbed a sandwich labeled potato salad and a bag of Doritos and started to eat. "It really is the best." Mia said taking another bite of her sandwich, she was never too picky but this had to be the greatest sandwich she had. "And that would be Emily's cooking. Told you it was great from real food to just sandwiches. The woman can cook." Paul said devouring what had to be his third sandwich already. "Auntiee said she's going to teach me. She taught me to make cookies." Claire informed her smiling. "Cookies are a great start." Mia told her, turning her attention to Quil when he spoke "So Mia, you sticking around?" He questioned her "Quil!" Paul yelled at him, giving him a death glare as he slightly started to shake which was a little odd. But Mia was unfazed by the question. The truth is she wasn't sure what she should do, everything had such good and bad things and she was worried that she was going to make the wrong decision over something stupid. "It's fine. I'm not sure yet really. I have a lot of options but I haven't figured it out really." Mia explained "Any of those options staying around here?" Quil teased giving her a wink "Kinda, I have a friend who actually lives in Seattle, she goes to school there. Then there is a Peninsula College that has my degree and looks pretty good. So it's not exactly right here but I kinda like the area so I'm not sure I want to go away quite yet." She explained to him. "I need some like pro, con list honestly." "Well we would like if you stay, not to like, make your decision but you know, we decided we like you already and it be nice if you were around more. You won't be lonely." Quil rambled to her, giving her a soft smile at the end. "That's nice to know, I never really been completely alone besides maybe driving out." "We can be best friends." Claire put in also smiling at her. "And you can be friends with Auntiee and Kim and Sarah and maybe even Leah. But she can be a bit mean but not to me but to older people. You can meet them though. We get to have a barbeque and fire tomorrow. I don't get to go to the fire cause it be late but you can come. Right Paul she can come?" The tiny girl asked, looking at Paul giving him a look that he wasn't allowed to say no. "She can. I was actually going to invite her but you did it for me." Paul told her, shaking his head as he started to pick up the mess on the table. "It is true tho, I was going to call you until I saw you here. It's going to be like around five that it starts if you're not too busy." Paul said turning towards her. "Nope no plans, along as I'm not like interrupting or anything." Mia said shrugging her shoulders. "Oh no, we all knew he was going to invite you. It was actually Emily's idea, so you can meet everyone." Quil put in. "Everyone?" Mia questioned as she picked up the last of the trash, pausing at the word. She was not good with a bunch of people especially if she didn't know any of them. She could already feel her anxiety rising for something that was still a day away. "Yeah the whole group of us, we can be overwhelming at first but we really are bad. Or a gang. Some people think that." Quil explained. "It be okay really if it gets too much we can always leave. No problem." Paul comforted her, placing his warm hands on her hips pulling her close. "They really aren't that bad though. Besides Quil, he's the worst." Paul faked whispered in her ear kissing her cheek. "Excuse me, I'm the best of you are all. Claire here would agree won't you?" He said swinging the little girl upon his shoulders as she giggled away. "The bestest!" She yelled, wrapping her tiny arms around his forehead making sure she didn't fall off. "Of course she agrees, that's cheating." Paul said laughing, slipping his hand down to intertwine with Mia as they made their way to the path after grabbing her bag and slipping on her shoes again. "Which way did you park?" Paul asked her. "To the left." She said nodding her head towards that way. "We are towards the right. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then? If you actually want to go, no pressure." Paul said nervously "No, I do." "Okay good, I'll text you the address. See you later sugar." Paul said gently kissing her before pulling away. "Buhbyes buttercup." Mia said giving him a wink before making her way back to her car. The day couldn't.t have gone better honestly and she got to see Paul tomorrow which makes it even better. She made her way to her car relatively fast, she did really need to talk to Callie to have help to figure out what she should do for schooling. Maybe she would be around by the time she got back to the hotel room which would be nice. She could always expect Callie to be honest, even if she didn't agree they were good at calling each other out when they were about to do something stupid or did something. Sure it made them fight but they always ended up working things out in the end and that's all that really mattered. So Mia made her way back to the hotel room, quickly throwing her bag on the bed she tried to Callie but once again getting voicemail. Sighing she threw her phone on the bed before heading to the shower and then coming up with an outfit for tomorrow. After that, she found herself on the bed making a pro/con list for every place she wanted to go. She crossed out going down south, the only thing she had going for it was the fact it was warm and close to Disney. So it led to New York or here. Mia jumped when her phone began to ring, quickly looking at the phone she saw that it was Callie. "I'm sorry, it's been a hell of a day." Callie apologized when Mia answered the phone. "You're lucky I need you or else I would be very mad at you right now." Mia said glaring at her best friend despite her not being able to see it. "Okay I am here to help! What am I helping with?" Callie questioned "To go to school, well where to more exactly. I got it down to back in New York or Settle or Port Angles which is close to where I am now. But I don't want to make some dumb decision cause realistically I want to stay here just for Paul and I'm pretty sure you would want to kill me just for saying that." Mia rambled throwing herself on the bed waiting for Callie to go off. Oddly she remained quiet on the other end for a while. "Can you get the degree that you wanted? Like you won't be compromising that?" Callie eventually asked her. "No it has exactly what I need and the school ratings are the same." Mia told her. "So you aren't giving up your education, so what's the downside?" Callie asked her. "The weather for one, it's always raining." "Well not like it's different from where you would go in New York just different types of weather." "That's true. But it's also a small town area and I don't know if I wanted that or not. And then my parents would pay tuition if I go to New York but they won't help me here." "You still have your whole life to move outta of small town so I don't think that's a big worry, you should be doing school stuff mainly so worry about the big town when you have the freedom to do whatever you want. And I told you I have your money covered.." "But the way.." "Yeah yeah, I know the way I get the money isn't up to your moral standards but I'm okay with it and If it gets you away from your controlling ass family. I'm fully okay with it." Callie interrupted Mia. "Fine, I get it. I just don't want to be that girl, the goal who changes her life over some guy. And not like we are even a thing anyways. I just like him and he makes me feel nice." Callie burst out laughing at that. "Mia, sweetie, you are that chick. You're the girl who loves someone after knowing them for a week. The girl who will debate moving across the country because of the possibility of dating a guy. That is exactly who you are. And where most times that is a bad thing, this time I don't think it is. You're not giving up school for him, you're just picking a different school. And you are finally gaining some freedom for once. So sure it's not exactly a perfect plan it isn't awful." Callie explained to her. "What happens if it doesn't work out then?" Mia said, shocked by her friend's answer expecting so much worse than that. "Well you aren't directly in town with him, so it won't be so bad really. And of course, you might not work so don't get super hopes up you did just met him, but maybe a little. It be nice if it did. And I can visit you there!" Callie told her "You can! Where are you today?" Mia asked her "Heading to New York City actually. I have only been there the one time with you years ago so I'm actually kinda excited for it." "You'll love it, just don't get attacked by an Elmo again." Mia teased. "No I'll fight it this time. I expected to be grabbed last night. I'll take his fuzzy ass down." Callie told her, reminding the awkward encounter last time. She was walking her Mia and her mother before a red fuzzy hand grabbed her and made them take a picture with him. Apparently, it was a way people made money. To Mia and her mom, this was perfectly normal but Callie was just confused. Needless to say, she had hatred for the sesame street character that she never quite got over. "I could see it. Get a video if you do." Mia told her. "Damn right I will. So what are your plans?" Callie asked, the voices in the background getting louder. "I guess tonight is apply to the school and what not and then tomorrow I have a barbeque and bonfire with Paul and all his friends." "Aww looky you making all these friends, try to replace me and I'll beat you with a cat." Callie told her, her voice serious before they both started laughing. "A cat? Where are you getting a cat and why?" "Steal one duh, some guy walked by with a cat and I couldn't think of anything better at the moment." Callie explained "I couldn't replace you if I tried, you're special." "Damn right I am and don't you forget it! But my plane is boarding so I have to go. Text me tomorrow if you're not busy. I don't know when I'll be able to reply but I shall try! I need to know how it goes. Gotta live vicariously through you." "You have a love life of your own!" Mia yelled laughing. "I have a sex life, not a love life. Difference. But bye my love!" And with that Callie hung up and Mia started working on applying to school for the night, excited that it wasn't super ridiculous if she stayed around here to see where things ended up with Paul.

#twilight #twilight wolfpack #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote #Quil Ateara #embry call #sam uley #Jared Cameron #ihydm3 #ihydm

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Her Angel Chapter 3

Lady Belle runs from her wedding and seeks the help of a poor spinner.

Originally written for the Rumbelle Showdown under the pen name “Ercnal.”

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“Open in the name of the Duke!”

Lady Belle of House French and Rumpelstiltskin, the spinner who had saved her life, sat in the darkness of his hovel. For a brief eternity, both of them stayed frozen in fear, their hands clutched together.

“They’re here for me,” Belle whispered. “Gaston is going to take me away and force me to marry him!”

Another knock thundered at the door.

“I-I have to open it.” Rumpelstiltskin didn’t let go of her hand.

“I know,” she breathed. “Go ahead.”

Thinking fast, Belle broke from Rumple and turned to the hearth. She’d slept the first part of the night on the packed dirt in front of the fireplace. Her golden wedding dress was lost in the river. The shift she wore was muddy and wrinkled. But she still wasn’t dirty enough!

She stirred the embers into a blaze, as she had seen the servants do back home. Then, as Rumpelstiltskin hobbled over to the door, she took a handful of cold ash and rubbed it over her face and neck. She grabbed the blanket off of Rumpelstiltskin’s bed and threw it over her head and shoulders. Maybe it would look like a peasant woman’s shawl. It covered her clean hair and hid the shape of her young body.

Maybe this would work.

Before he opened the door, Rumpelstiltskin looked over his shoulder at her. They had known each other for less than a day, but already they understood what the other meant without saying a word. He was asking, Was she ready?

She nodded and he opened the door.

Two men stood in the doorway. At least, one was a man--a big, burly fellow in a sergeant’s uniform. The other figure was hidden in a darkness inkier than the night, face obscured by a rich cloak. The figure was roughly the same size as the sergeant in height and breadth of shoulder. But there was an air of power about this person. Something great and terrible was wrapped around him just as much as his cloak.

“G-good evening, milords,” Rumpelstitlskin stammered. “W-what can we do for you?”

The sergeant pushed past him to enter the hut. The figure in the cloak followed, gliding smoothly over the ground like an eel through water.

The sergeant spoke. “By order of His Grace, Duke Gaston de Trousdale, every house must be searched for a runaway girl.”

“We’ve no girls ‘ere, dearie,” Belle garbled her voice and took on the accent of a peasant. It sounded terrible, but she pressed on. “Just a fine little boy. He’s asleep in the ‘ayloft and I’ll thank you not to wake ‘im with your noisy ‘orses!”

There were no lies in what she had said. Rumpelstiltskin’s son Bae was in the hayloft and Belle did hope that he stayed asleep. And she was not a girl. She was a woman who could decide her own fate.

The figure in the cloak said nothing, but silently turned his attention to her.

The sergeant looked around the little hut. There wasn’t much to see. Certainly no place where this poor spinner might be hiding a future duchess.

“You two are married, are you?” he asked.

Belle drew herself up to her full height and began to bluster. She had seen this sort of thing in a play once. “Whot kind of question is that, dearie? Whot kind of people do you think we are?” She marched over to the shocked Rumpelstiltskin and grabbed his hand. “I’ll ‘ave you know I owe this man my very life! I would never disgrace him by ‘aving loose ways! ‘Ow dare you, sir! I never in all my days!”

The sergeant took her ranting in stride and kept looking. When he came upon the pallet in front of the hearthfire he kicked it. “So if you two are married, and your son is in the hayloft... who’s sleeping here?”

Belle opened her mouth and then shut it again.

Drat.

“We were,” Rumpelstiltskin came to her rescue. His hand around hers was warm and soft. “I mean, we weren’t sleeping. But… certain things… are better on a firm surface. I’m crippled, you see, and that is… more of a comfort on my back.”

The sergeant began to laugh. “Is that why it took you so long to open the door?” His sniggers became guffaws. “Did we interrupt a moment of ‘marital bliss’?”

Rumpelstiltskin looked at the ground and didn’t say anything. Belle felt him trembling beside her, about to cry. The sergeant chuckled at the idea that a man like Rumple and a woman like her could ever be married, could ever desire each other. How many other people had laughed at the angel who had saved her? How many other people thought it ludicrous that Rumple could be loved?

Belle’s pretend bluster exploded into genuine rage. “Whot’s so funny about it?” she screeched. “This is a good man you’re laughing at! He’s a loving father and generous to strangers! If I ‘ave a chance to give ‘im otherworldly delights, why shouldn’t I take it?”

The color rose in Rumpelstiltskin’s cheeks, but his smile was lovely in its gratitude.

The sergeant was polite enough to hide the rest of his laughter behind his hand. “All right,” he conceded. “They do say there’s someone for everyone.”

For the first time, the cloaked figure spoke. His voice was deep, with strange rumbling echoes.

“Very well, goodwife. You have proven that this is indeed your hearth and home. Come, Hordor, we best continue our search elsewhere.”

Once again, the figure floated instead of walking to the door. The unnatural smoothness of his movements was unnerving. But at least he was leaving and taking the sergeant with him. For just a moment, Belle felt her heart lift.

Then the dark figure turned around.

“Before we go, may we have some tea? Our journey has been long, and we must fortify ourselves. And did I not hear that you are generous to strangers?”

“O-of course,” Rumpelstiltskin began to hobble for the fireplace. “Allow me to--”

“Is it the custom in this land that the man of the house tends to domestic duties?” It was a polite question, but the dark figure intoned his words like a final judgement.

Belle and Rumple exchanged a look. They both knew that she had never made tea for herself in her life. She had watched him make tea after dinner, but how could she make it look like this was her home? That she was making tea for her own husband as a wife might do every night?

She would have to try.

“I-Is there water in the kettle, love?” she began as she walked back to the hearth. The fire was going nicely now, and the heavy black tea kettle hung from an iron bar on a hinge.

“Yes,” Rumple said. “The boy filled it before he went to bed.”

“Good,” she said with a false smile. That at least would spare her having to go out in the dark and find the well to get the water.

“And he put the tea leaves in the wooden box on the shelf beside the fireplace, just like we told him too.”

With that hint, Belle found the tea leaves easily. “He is such a good boy!”

The sergeant and the cloaked figure sat at the long farm table and watched her work. The hut was so quiet she could hear Rumpelstiltskin gulp before he spoke.

“So you’re looking for a girl?” he said. “Who is she? What did she do to offend His Grace?”

“Lady Belle of House French,” the sergeant answered. “She ran away from their wedding--at the very chapel door. Our lord don’t take kindly to being…” he searched for words, “dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated.”

“But if she didn’t want to marry him--”

“The maiden broke a contract.” The dark figure cut off Rumple with tones of doom. “She made a promise to my master and she must fulfill her end of the bargain.”

Belle’s heart raced. Teacups. Where were the teacups? There were three mugs on a low shelf. Were those the same vessels they had taken tea from after dinner? Was that all Rumple had? Would that be good enough to give to company? The water inside the kettle bubbled noisily. The tea would be ready soon, but where were the cups to serve it in?

And they would probably want sugar too, wouldn’t they? And cream. Where did Rumpelstiltskin keep cream? She had heard of peasants putting jugs in streams near their houses to keep things cold. Did he do that? Where was the stream? Where was the sugar? The rest of her life hung in the balance of how well she could make tea!

“Do you need help, darling?” Rumple called over to her. “I know ever since we moved things you’ve had trouble remembering where they should go.”

“Moved things?” the sergeant spoke before Belle could. “What things do you have that would be moved?”

“Well, the treacle, for instance,” Rumple said. “We had kept it near the oat bin, but now it’s on the third shelf.”

There were quite a few things on the third shelf. What in the name of all the gods was treacle? It had to be important, or Rumpelstiltskin wouldn’t have mentioned it. But what was it? Belle ruled out the herbs and dried fruits she recognized. There was a small earthenware crock that seemed to be full of some kind of sticky brown syrup. And there was a little bowl that contained a mound of fine white crystals.

So that was the sugar at least! Whatever treacle was, she could worry about it later. The mugs were the best she could find, so she put the tea leaves and sugar into them.

“And where have we put the cream, love?”

She panted, as she held the iron kettle. It was heavier than anything she had ever lifted in life. She wrapped the handle with a rag to keep it from burning her hands. Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, Belle prayed that she wouldn’t spill. Peasant women were expected to be a lot stronger than she ever had been.

“W-we’re all out of cream, sweetheart,” Rumple said softly.

“Funny that you don’t know that, mistress,” the dark figure said. What was visible of his mouth held no amusement at all. “And odd that you would have cream at all, impoverished as you are.”

“Aowh!” Belle exaggerated her fake accent even more. “Sorry, dearie! I fort we ‘ad put some by, for when important people came to call.”

“Oh yes, everyone knows you can keep cream for months to save it for special occasions.” The sergeant snickered.

Cheeks blazing, Belle handed the mugs of tea to the three men. As she gave Rumpelstiltskin a mug, his fingers brushed against the back of her hand and he caught her eye. His gaze was warm and hopeful. For a moment, her heart calmed, and her panic dissipated. For a moment, when she looked into his eyes, she was home and everything was all right.

Then the sergeant spat out his tea.

Time froze. An arc of liquid hung in the air between the sergeant’s lips and the tabletop. Each brown drop showed an image in the firelight. Belle saw her own dismay, her knowledge that she had failed, reflected in the tea. Rumpelstiltskin’s sorrowful eyes lit up with shock, even as his lips grimaced around the rim of his teacup. And by some strange trick of the light, Belle could see the face of the dark figure, but only in the tea drops. Dark eyes gleamed with self-assured malice, something almost like amusement.

He had known who she was from the beginning.

Time started. The sergeant’s tea splattered to the table and he spat the rest out onto the ground.

“I-is something wrong?” Belle asked lamely. She was caught, but she couldn’t back down.

“Salt,” Rumple looked down as he put his cup on the table. “You put salt in the tea.”

“That wasn’t sugar?” Her voice was normal. All the pretending melted away in the face of her honest mistake.

The sergeant stood up. “Why would a poor spinner have sugar, my lady? Why would you expect fine sugar and rich cream in a miserable shack like this?”

“I…” Belle backed away from the two men so she was near the hearth again. Maybe she could grab the kettle. If she swung with all her strength she might be able to hit one of them. But which one?

Rumpelstiltskin stood up quickly on his bad leg. “Please, milords! We are just a humble family. My wife doesn’t always know what she’s doing, but that isn’t a crime! Please…” Trembling, he clung to his staff. “Please just leave us be.”

“Do you think we’re stupid?” the sergeant sneered. He lumbered around the table to grab Belle.

Kettle in both hands, Belle planted her feet in the dirt floor and prepared herself to heave. She managed to lift the iron thing over her head. It was on a clear course to collide with the sergeant’s beefy face. With any luck, the blow would knock him out. They could figure out what to do with the other man after that.

The kettle went up, but it wouldn’t come down. It wasn’t falling. Belle pulled on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

There was a glow around the kettle. The purple light was unlike anything Belle had ever seen, but she knew what it was.

Magic.

The man in the dark cloak stood in front of the table. What was visible of his face was calm. He had only one finger extended. It seemed to cost him no effort at all to destroy every hope Belle had ever had of happiness.

“No!” Rumpelstiltskin shouted. In one quick motion, he swiped his staff toward the dark figure. The movement knocked over a teacup. It fell to the ground and chipped.

The dark magician only had to twitch his hand to push the attack away and leave Rumpelstiltskin a crumpled heap on the floor.

“No!” Belle shrieked. “Don’t hurt him!”

The sergeant grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her away from the floating tea kettle. “Why should we spare him, my lady? The man did impede the Duke’s servants from their duty. Do you want to make it worth our while? Do you want to make a deal with me and my friend here?”

“Enough,” the dark figure intoned. “We have our quarry. Let us be done with this.”

“Please!” Rumple reached up from the ground,

“Apologies, ‘dearie.’” The cloaked man looked down on Rumpelstiltskin while the sergeant hoisted Belle over his shoulders. “It is the Dark One’s magic that binds the girl now. And only the Dark One’s magic will ever free her.”

#her angel #rumbelle fic #rumbelle showdown

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ne-fe-li-bata · 4 years

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Aye yo CORPSE! ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ;

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

• Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

• Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

• Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

• With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

< mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

“ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with)

• Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

(could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

• Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

• Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance

• Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

• His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down>

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros,

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with

• Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub.

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints

toys

•RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on.

over stim

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look

primal play “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you”

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact

• his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af

impact play

24/7

edging

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage

begging

worships

• But also soft kinks;

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair

matching outfits

voice messages

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’)

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence

* emojis*- just some sort of communication

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

• Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

• Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride)

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

• No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

• He's both book & street smart

Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online

• Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

• Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h)

• Hates silence

( constantly needs background noise) <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

• People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

• Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

(most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

• Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

• Also is/was a major tumblr boy

• Would be a phenomenal father

• His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

• Still caught up in daydreams

• A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted

• Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

• Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

• Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone"

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

• Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

• His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

• Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

• Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

• Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

• Dinosaur obsessed

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

• Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

fav ranger- green

• Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

• Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

• This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

• Rose is his fav flower 🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞. Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

• Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

• Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story

• Pixar > Disney

• But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

• Fall is his fav season (?)

• Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

• Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about.

• Was really into graffiti/ street art

• Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

• also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

• On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

• Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another.

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin”

*grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest*

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

I love you... genuinely . turly. madly. deeply.

#dear cropse #if youre seeing this #i kno youll be okay #im sorry for everything you've had to go through #plz kno #to me #you are my brightest star in a universe of supernovas #you make everything okay for me #till fate do us part #i kno 1 day we'll meet #the universe will bring me to you & you to me

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ranawaytothedas · 5 years

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Candy

Rating - Teen

Word count - 3115

AO3 - TBA (tomorrow)

Ships -

Solas/Tamaris

Dorian/Mathras

Mentions Merrill/Carver

Summery: A Modern AU! Halloween Solavellan family fluff fest, to celebrate 60 followers on my DA Blog!!

A/N: I set this around the bustling urban metropolis of “Kirkwall” just so I could include Merrill because I love her… I guess some important stuff… Varric is Governor of the City State of Kirkwall after being a successful comic book writer who wrote politically fuel comics satirizing the events that led to great Mage Rebellion… in an odd write in situation that started as Twitter hashtag, Varric was elected Ruler of Kirkwall…<.<. The Hawk, is a superhero from Varric’s comics made famous by the actor and personal friend of Mayor Tethras, Garrett Hawke, who is also a friend of Tamaris’s from College. Solas is a professor of Ancient Elven Studies at the College of Kirkwall, Merrill is his assistant professor… Dorian and Mathras are podcast/youtube darlings and visiting from Minrathous .. Tamaris is a stay at home mom, to her and Solas’s 3 year old Shivana…

The shrieks and giggles of a toddler echoed through a modest home just outside of the sprawling urban landscape of Kirkwall. Tamaris Lavellan, stood in her kitchen over a boiling pot craning her neck to try to see where her toddler had run off to. “Mathras! Can you please just contain her in one room!” Tamaris shouted as she dumped a box of pasta in the boiling pot, giving it a quick stir before trying to go track down her poor brother who she last saw chasing after her three year old daughter whom, while not being watched for just a moment, had gotten in the large bowl of Halloween candy that had been on the kitchen table. The results being a very hyper child covered in chocolate.

As Tamaris walked into the family room, Mathras’s partner Dorian sat on the couch scrolling through instagram. Walking up behind him Tamaris ran her hand along the back of his shoulders and put on her best smile. Dorian looked up from his phone, locking the screen and putting it in his lap. “Yes, my dear?” He beamed up at her. Dorian had been one of the most charming men she had ever met when they were seated next to each other in Arcane Studies class nearly a decade previous. Tamaris had even tried to ask him out, only to find out his interests lay elsewhere. It was her, who ultimately set him and Mathras up. Though if you listened to their podcast. “It’s the Tea from Tiventer with Dorian and Mathras” a daily gossip podcast and youtube channel, they would tell their love story very differently.

With a weary sigh Tamaris pointed to the kitchen. “Could you please make sure the pasta doesn’t stick. If I serve Solas one more clump of pasta I think he will divorce me for cruelty and malnourishment.” Trying not to laugh Dorian nodded as Tamaris let out a thankful sigh. “I have to go save Mathras from Shivana…”

Waving his hand Dorian laugh, “Please, go… save my husband from your terribly behaved sugar fuel child…” With a laugh as he stood to go do as he was asked in the kitchen.

Tamaris made her way into the formal living where her twin brother was in a stalemate with her three year old daughter, who had shed her purple dress and now had Mathras’s cellphone in her hands, which were still covered in chocolate. She was racing around the room as Mathras, who had her dress clasped in his right hand tried to catch her. For a high school and college athlete her brother was having quite the time trying to catch her. Tamaris saw the direction that her daughter was headed in and knew her trickster ways, she was able to cut the toddler off and scoop her up just as Shivana was about to open Mathras’s photo gallery. “That’s not yours Shivana!” Tamaris scolded as she snatched the phone from her now screaming daughter’s hands and held it out for her brother to take.

“Thank you,” Mathras breathed as he took the phone, slightly out of breath. “My word… like how do you do it?” He asked rather seriously.

Which just caused Tamaris to laugh softly as she took Shivana’s dress from her brother. “Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, Elfroot, Wine, Elfroot, Wine… repeat…” Tamaris smirked.

Her brother laughed softly as he nodded. “I mean, it sounds like a solid routine.” He reached out and patted his sister on the arm. “Can I do anything to help?” He asked sweetly, a gesture that Tamaris would not have expected from him. She made a mental note that Dorian must be domesticating her former party animal brother.

With a blissful sigh Tamaris nodded towards the kitchen. “Help Dorian with dinner so I can toss her into a bath, Solas should be home soon and we have to eat right when he gets home. No mucking about… I am not having Shivana miss Trick or Treating again this year.” Tamaris was not living up to her dreams of domestic goddesshood. Though her husband never asked for such feats, Tamaris still tried to be that perfect Pinterest mom. Yet most of her projects lay half finished and she was walking mess, far from the woman she was when she was one of the hosts of The Tea during her brush with fame.

Mathras smiled warmly at his sister as he patted her shoulder.“There was a bloody war last year, Tamaris! Geeze I think we can forgive you for that one.” He kissed her cheek as he went to leave. “I am assuming you keep everything in the most logical places… you aren’t keeping pots in the stove again?”

“Whats wrong with that?” Tamaris asked confused.

Mathras chuckled as he shook his head. “Nevermind, you are just like Mamae… go get her in the bath before you are the one that makes us late!” He teased gesturing for her to go.

Tamaris was getting Shivana dressed after her bath when she heard her front door open and a chorus of ‘Hellos’ from her brother, Dorian, her husband and a female voice. Tamaris pursed her lips as she pulled Shivana’s costume on over her head head. “Oh I guess he just decided that sure let’s bring Merrill home… let’s not even ask the wife…” Tamaris gumbled not thinking that her daughter was actually listing.

“I like Merrill, she is funny and nice.” Shivana pointed out softly as she stuck her head through the top of the costume. The little auburn haired girl smiled up at her mother. “You say ‘be nice’ to me…” She pointed out using Tamaris’s own words against her.

Looking down at her daughter Tamaris scowled. “Stop sounding like your father and put on the bottoms to your costume.” There was an edge of jokingness in her voice but Tamaris still noted how harsh she sounded as she knelt down. “I mean, we gotta get moving sweetheart, you don’t want to miss the Trick or Treating, right?” This time her voice was much softer as pulled up the bottom half ‘The Hawk’ costume and handed her the mask to carry before standing back up. “Only put on the mask after dinner, do not eat with the mask on… understood?”

“Yes Mamae…” The little girl said nodding her head. The glint of mischief in her bright blue eyes told Tamaris otherwise. “Can I do say hi to Bae now?”

Tamaris nodded with soft smile. “Sure, let’s go…” The little girl took her mother’s hand and started to almost drag her back down the stairs. Tamaris had felt like she hadn’t sat down for more than two minutes all day between picking up her brother and Dorian from the airport, to running back to the store when she realized that she had eaten more the good candy they had bought. It wasn’t till she saw the look her husband gave her did she realize what was her biggest mistake of the day. “Shite.” She muttered as Shivana dropped her hand and raced over to her father’s waiting arms.

Solas had not been expecting Tamaris’s brother, so he was rather shocked to see him and Dorian Pavus in his kitchen making spaghetti just a few moments before. As he lent down pick up his daughter who was wearing a ridiculous costume and not the one he had thought they agreed on several weeks early in the store. “Hello, sweetheart.” He greeted Shivana kissing her on the cheek once she was settled in her his arms.

“Look! I am Uncle Garett! See!” The child exclaimed excitedly pulling at her costume as if her father had no idea what she was talking about.

Solas forced a smile for his daughter as he nodded. “I see, da’ean… why don’t go show you actual Uncle in the kitchen.” He kissed her cheek again before setting her down on the wood floor of the hall. Shivana raced down the hall and into the kitchen trying to make a dramatic entrance. There was a roar of laughter from the kitchen yet Shivana’s parents stood in the hall looking at each other.

Tamaris’s eyes were cast at her bright green socks not wanting to look at her husband as she started to mutter. “I know… I know... you don’t even have to say anything Solas.” Tamaris mumbled shaking her head. “I really thought I told you days ago they were coming…”

“No, no you did not.” Solas began as he reached out and took his wife’s hand. Tamaris’s gaze lifted as tried to read his face. From the way his brow was tense she could tell he was still annoyed, but as warm smile crept across his lips her fears eased. “It will be fine, I mean I forgot to text you to tell you they push trick or treating back till tomorrow because of the weather..” Tamaris’s eyes grew wide at the last part of his statement. Her head snapped around to look out the window, while it was slightly overcast it didn’t look like rain.

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she pulled her hand away from her husband to gesture towards the window. “Did they like look outside?” Solas shrugged and gave her a weak smile. He knew how much doing the silly tradition meant to Tamaris. Shivana had been born during such a turbulent time in Kirkwall that so many of the simple things like birthday parties and trick or treating got pushed aside for the sake of survival. Solas reached out and took Tamaris’s hand trying to get her to look back at him.

“Vhenan, listen.” He started finally getting her attention. “We will just do it tomorrow… it’s really not that much of an issue.” Solas was trying his best to reassure her. His hand moved to caress her arm. “I am sure Shivana will understand…” Tamaris rolled eyes knowing full well their daughter had talked of nothing else since she had woken up that morning.

“Yeah, sure…” Tamaris muttered before leaning forward finally giving Solas a peck on the lips and asking him, “So, how was work?” She asked trying to get back to their normal routine, even if it was just for a moment.

Solas laughed dismissively as he waved his hand not wanting to discuss it. “It was a day,” He took Tamaris’s hand once more, “Let’s go see what our child is subjecting those poor adults too..”

Tamaris laughed softly as they began to walk down the hall. “She already made Dorian sing baby shark with her…”

Solas chuckled as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “See, that is why you should have told me they were coming, I could have taken off work. I can't believe I missed that.” They both laughed as they walked into the kitchen to find Merrill and Dorian, with Shivana sitting in his lap at the kitchen table while Mathras was dumping the cooked pasta in the strainer.

“Go sit, I will bring the food..” Mathras said cheerfully with a bright smile.

Tamaris stood in shock for a second before letting go of Solas’s hand and walking over to her brother. She placed her hand on his forehead like she was checking for a temperature. She then grabbed his face and looked into his deep dark violet eyes. “What have you done with my brother…” She continued to hold his face as she turned back to Solas. “I think his possessed…by like a friendly spirit or something.”

Mathras took as step back, pulling his head away from his sister’s grasp. “Shut up and go sit down before I change my mind and become an asshole again.” Tamaris took a step back as Solas walked up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, gently guiding her towards the kitchen table where the others were seated. Shivana was laughing up at Dorian as he held out his phone taking a video.

“Say it again, Shivana…” Dorain instructed as he hit record.

The little girl giggled behind her hands as she looked up into the camera. “But, Mae says…” Shivana started to question him.

“I’ll take the blame just say it…” Dorian urged again as he kissed her cheek.

With a impish giggle Shivana looked straight into the camera and said “Vishante kaffas..” before for falling to to a fit of laughter, which was not being helped by Merril giggling behind her hands, trying to hide her amusement.

“That’s such a horrible thing to teach a child..” Merrill started trying her best to sound serious once she noticed the child’s parents taking their seats across the table from her. “She is very impressionable..” She added when she saw the not so amused look on Solas’s face.

“Yes, I agree…” Solas added as he glared at Dorian. “I do not appreciate you teaching my daughter Tevene, let alone curses…” He turned to his wife some back up but Tamaris was fighting the urge to chuckle herself.

“It was a little funny to hear it sound so sweet..” Tamaris muttered as she glanced over her shoulder to see her brother carrying a large bowl with the pasta in one hand and another bowl in his other that held the sauce. “Do you go it Mathras?”

“All good..” He strained as he round around Dorian and set the past down first and then the sauce. “You wanna get the salad out of the fridge though.” Tamaris nodded before retrieving the salad rather impressed by the spread that her brother and Dorian hand manged to throw together.

They enjoyed their quite meal, Shivana spending the majority of it sitting in Dorian’s lap listening to him tell her all about what things were like in Tevinter. It was a conversation none of them had expected the child to be interested in but Shivana was curious little girl and fairly bright for her age. When their meal was finished Merril helped Mathras clear the plates as Tamaris and Solas glanced at each other signalling they had put off telling Shivana long enough.

“Dorian why don’t you finish helping them, we need to talk to Shivana a moment.” Tamaris suggested. Dorian gave her brief smile before Shivana climbed down from his lap and walked over to her mother’s chair. Her small hands gripped the arm of the chair, her chin resting on them and two large blue eyes staring up at Tamaris questioning what she had done. Tamaris smiled down at her daughter and ran her hand over her auburn locks. “So, Bae told me something when he got home that I think is going to make you a little sad…” The toddler scowled, her eyes narrowing in on her father’s face behind Tamaris. “It’s not his fault, but Trick-or-Treating has been put off till tomorrow.”

“No candy?” The little girl quickly questioned sternly.

Solas leaned forward to look at his daughter, “Not tonight, tomorrow… it’s supposed to rain, da’ean. It would be no fun.”

Shivana looked back at the other adults as they were rinsing dishes. “No Candy!” She exclaimed again drawing the attention of the others. A pout grew across her lips as she sunk to the floor with disappointment. “No Candy!” She declared again, looking up at her mother as if she was about to cry.

Pushing his chair back, Solas stood up and went over his daughter, picking her up. Shivana’s arms wrapped around his neck as she buried her face against the fabric of his suit jacket. “It’s just candy, da’ean… we have candy…” For a moment he glanced back at his wife to make sure he wasn’t making promises that he couldn’t keep. Tamaris smiled and nodded. “So you don’t even have to leave the house, we can do trick or treat right here…” He then glanced over at the other adults who were all nodding. “How does that sound?” Shivana nodded against his shoulder before peering up her father.

“My own trick or treat?” She asked softly. “Just for me…” Solas nodded and suddenly all the sadness that had been in the child’s eyes disappeared as she lifted her head looked back at her uncles and Merrill. “You gotta give me candy!” She giggled.

After dinner was put away, the adults gathered in the living room with the large bowl of candy. They passed the bowl around as Shivana stopped at each adult as they sat around the room. With a bright smile she would say “Trick or Treat” and wait for the large handful of sweets to fall into her bright orange plastic pumpkin. She made several rounds before deciding when half the contents of bowl ended up in her bucket was she satisfied with her bounty and crawled up on the couch between her parents as she started to dig through. Merrill left soon after, siting a date or something with Carver. Dorian and Mathras had settled on the loveseat across from Tamaris and her little family having a hushed conversation amongst themselves as the evening wound down.

They settled into a pleasant silence as Shivana sat carefully picking through her candy to find the ones she wanted the most. Solas leaned over Shivana’s shoulder and plucked one of the chocolate from the top of her bucket as a smirk played on his lips watching the litter gir glare up at him. “What?” He asked softly at the child’s glare. Shivana turned her nose up at him as she protectively covered the bucket protectively. “Oh can’t share with your father?” He asked softly.

The toddler scowled, “You didn’t ask… Mamae always gets made if I don’t ask.” She declared and Tamaris smirked on the other side of her as she looked up from her book.

“She has a point, Solas…” Tamaris noted with a sly smirk.

“See Bae…” Shivana said with a smug little smile that reminded Solas far too much of his own.

“You…” He teased as he leaned over and started tickling his daughter. Her laughter caused Dorian and Mathras to pause their conversation for a moment and look over with broad smiles on their faces and Shivana dumped the bucket of candy onto the floor as Solas grabbed ahold of her placing a kiss on her cheek as he laughed. “When did you get so clever? Huh?” He teased and little girl squealed with glee. Laughter filled the house that night, despite the threat of rain ruining the planned events.

Tamaris smiled broadly as she watched her happy little family enjoy the holiday in their own way, because some traditions are made out the need to calm a toddler’s tantrum over candy.

#modern au solavellan #modern au #solavellan fanfic #solas/lavellan #dorian pavus/lavellan #solavellan baby #parent solas au #halloween fic #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #solas fanfic #solavellan fanfiction

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worryinglyinnocent · 6 years

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Fic: Paint, Picnics, and Predicaments

Summary: Rumpel’s attempt to give Belle a nice surprise backfires slightly when she turns up with lunch unexpectedly. Set in a nebulous alternate season 5-6 in which everything is happy.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: “I’m not dressed for this.”

Rated: T

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Paint, Picnics, and Predicaments

It was time to begin. Belle was out at the library and would not be home until the end of the day, and Rumpelstiltskin had plenty of time to put his plan into action. Keeping it a secret from Belle had been hard, but necessary. He kept telling himself that it was for her own good that she didn’t know, but deep down, he knew that the reasons were a little more selfish than that.

Simply, he wanted it to be a surprise for her and he wanted her to be proud of what he had achieved.

Of course, that was never going to happen if he didn’t achieve anything in the first place, so it was time to get on with it. The nursery wasn’t going to decorate itself.

Ever since Belle had discovered that she was expecting their child, she had been meticulously designing every detail of their new arrival’s nursery, consulting Rumpel about everything from possible colour combinations to the efficacy of blackout drapes. Now, the paint had been procured, the flooring had been ordered (babies and antique carpets didn’t tend to mix), and there were boxes of baby things all over the house. Geppetto had been all to happy to carve and build a crib for them, practically jumping at the chance as soon as Belle had mentioned it. It seemed like this child was the thing that had finally quelled the lingering animosities between Rumpel and the rest of the town, with everyone offering their earnest congratulations and any assistance that the parents-to-be might need.

Although flattered (and sometimes overwhelmed) by the offers of help he’d received, Rumpel was determined that decorating the nursery was something that he would do by himself – and he would not use magic to help him. He had been gradually weaning himself away from always falling back to magic as a catch-all solution to everything, and Belle had encouraged his progress every step of the way. He wanted to surprise her with this work on the nursery done by his own hands.

He entered the empty room, looked around, and immediately encountered a problem.

“I’m not dressed for this.”

Painting and decorating had not been part of Mr Gold’s repertoire, and so the appropriate clothing had never appeared in his wardrobe. Still, he couldn’t wear a suit for such work, so he entered the bedroom in search of something a bit more casual that could stand a few paint splashes.

He took out a black and white checked shirt that he had not worn since that fateful day when Emma had arrived in town and woken him from the curse, and a pair of plain cotton pyjama pants, easily replaced. Suitably attired, it was time to get stuck in.

Rumpel was no stranger to a paintbrush. Back in the Enchanted Forest, before the Dark One, he had waterproofed the outside of the cottage with lanolin every winter in an attempt to keep the worst of the bad weather out. Thinking about it brought back memories of Bae, and he felt the usual wave of sadness pull through him, made more melancholy by the knowledge that the new baby would never know his or her big brother. Still, he and Belle would make sure that their little one would know all about Bae’s life and bravery, and although he was gone, he would never be forgotten.

Rumpel made excellent progress with the painting over the next few hours, getting the first coat onto the walls and the skirting. They had decided on light blue in the end, with a border of fluffy white clouds around the top of the walls, and warm white fittings. Whatever the weather outside, their baby would always be able to look on a blue sky inside.

He was interrupted at lunchtime by the doorbell. Paintbrush still in hand, Rumpel was met with a dilemma. On the one hand, he really ought to go and see who was outside the door. On the other hand, the last thing that he wanted was any of the townsfolk seeing him in his currently besmeared state.

The doorbell rang again and Rumpel sighed, putting down the paintbrush and wiping his hands on his trousers. He opened the door carefully, keeping it between him and the person on the other side so that his state of dress would not be revealed.

He was rather surprised to find Belle standing there, holding up two bags full of takeout from Granny’s.

“I had my hands full, so I didn’t want to hunt for my keys,” she said, coming into the house as Rumpel opened the door wider for her. “I just had such a strong craving for pickles all morning that I decided to indulge. I came by the shop, but you weren’t there, so I thought that we could have a picnic here instead. I knew that you were here because all the windows were still open…” She tailed off, giving Rumpel a perplexed look. “Why are you hiding behind the door?”

Rumpel closed it, revealing his paint-splattered clothes.

“I’ve been working on the nursery. It was supposed to be a nice surprise for when you got home.”

“Well, I am home, and it is a lovely surprise.”

“I had meant for it to be slightly more finished before you saw it.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, Rumpel.” She rushed through to the kitchen to drop off their lunch, and then skidded back into the hall. “Can I see what you’ve done so far?”

Rumpel gestured to the stairs. “As you wish, my love.”

He followed her up, hovering in the doorway as she looked around the room.

“Oh Rumpel, it’s perfect! It’s going to look so beautiful when it’s finished. Thank you for all your hard work.”

She came over with arms outstretched to hug him, and Rumpel threw up his hands to stop her.

“I’m not dressed for hugging,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to get paint all over you.”

Belle gave him a cheeky smile. “You could always take those clothes off, you know. Then I could hug you.”

Rumpel caught her hand and brought it to his lips so that he could kiss her knuckles.

“Perhaps after lunch, darling. Decorating works up an appetite, you know.”

Belle made a noise of protest, but nonetheless followed him down the stairs again when her stomach gave a very timely growl. They ate at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, one each side as they feasted on burgers, fries, and iced tea. Belle couldn’t stop grinning, giving the occasional little giggle, and Rumpel quirked an eyebrow at her.

“What is it?”

She shrugged. “I’m just so happy. It was such a wonderful surprise to find you’d started on the nursery.”

“Well, I thought it was about time to begin or else it would never be done in time, and I didn’t want you inhaling paint fumes in your state. It was for your own good, really.”

Belle patted his hand with greasy fingers. “You’re so good to me. I’m also giggling at the fact you didn’t want anyone to see you covered in paint. You were so cute hiding behind the door like that.”

“The reputation of the great and terrible Dark One has been softened enough without the general populace seeing him covered in blue paint splashes. We can’t have everyone thinking that I’m normal, that would be terrible.”

“I like the fact that you let yourself be normal for me. I like that you don’t need that armour with me.”

It had taken a long time for Rumpel to be comfortable with anyone, including Belle, seeing him for who he truly was, but now that she was here, and they were married, and they had a child on the way, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, it was clear that Belle’s thoughts were heading in another direction now. She wiped her hands on a napkin and wiped away the greasy smudge she’d left on Rumpel, rubbing her hands together with a smirk that was hungry for something more than the meal she’d just eaten. “So, do I get to hug you now?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Rumpel said, his voice sing-song and ponderous. “The first coat of paint will be dry by now and if we want this nursery to be finished before the baby comes, then I should really get on with it. There’s still flooring to lay and furniture to assemble. Wool to spin for blankets. To be honest, I don’t know if we’re going to have time for hugs.”

Although she knew that he was teasing, Belle still pouted, folding her arms. Rumpel did have to admit that now she had entered her second trimester and was getting over the morning sickness, the influx of happy hormones had certainly made her appetite for all things concerning himself rather voracious, and he was not dismayed by this at all.

“Oh, all right then.” He began to unbutton his shirt, and Belle licked her lips.

“You know,” she began, “I think that I could definitely get used to you being covered in paint. Perhaps we can experiment with some varieties that aren’t as toxic…”

Rumpel was all too happy to agree to this idea.

#rumbelle fic #A Monthly Rumbelling #rumbelle #Belle French #Rumpelstiltskin #Alternate Season 6 #pregnant!Belle #Fic: PP&P

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lilacmoon83 · 6 years

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The Convenience of Love

What began as a marriage of convenience blossomed into true love for Snow and Charming. But Leopold and Cora are still very much a threat. And where to Rumpelstiltskin and his plans fall into this?

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Chapter 2: Deals

"So...he woke her. Guess it really is true love," Cora goaded, as the image in the mirror faded.

"I am a King! And this Prince Charming thinks he can take what's mine?" Leopold raged.

"That criminal took one Queen from you...but you never really loved my daughter. You'll always be obsessed with Eva and you wanted Snow to replace her all along," Cora surmised.

"Are you here to lecture me about how the love I have for my daughter is the wrong kind?" he challenged.

"Oh, I don't need to. The Kingdom already sees you for the evil lecher you are. They're just too afraid of you, because you have my magic on your side. You hid your depravity for years, but one child Queen after another really paints the picture," Cora mused.

"What is your point?" he snapped.

"My point is that your daughter is beloved by this Kingdom and you have been dethroned, even with my help," she warned.

"What do you propose we do?" he asked.

"I know of a way we can bring our daughters back to us and force them to be in their rightful places at our sides, while doing away with the outlaw and the prince at the same time," she tempted.

"And how is that?" he questioned.

"With a different kind of curse. A very dark curse," she answered.

"Tell me more," he replied.

~*~

"Are you sure? I know you have fond memories of the summer palace," he said, as they packed their traveling cases for their honeymoon.

"I do...but after what my father did to me, those memories are forever tarnished, I'm afraid," she replied. He stopped and put his arms around her.

"I'm sorry for everything he did to you," he said, as he kissed her hair.

"Does...does it bother you?" she asked.

"Does what bother me?" he asked. She swallowed.

"That when we...made love for the first time and I wasn't…" she trailed off and looked down, as tears gathered in her eyes. His eyes widened, as he deduced what she was getting at.

"What? No...Snow, look at me, please," he pleaded. She did and he gently swiped a few of her tears away.

"What happened to you was horrific...especially since a man that was supposed to love and protect you did it. You didn't give that to him. He took and he had no right," he said, pausing for a beat.

"I love you more than anything and I know I can't erase what happened to you. But I promise you that I will never hurt you and that I will spend the rest of our lives making you happy," he implored. She sniffed and hugged him tightly.

"I love you too," she said, as a few tears slipped down her cheeks again. To look at them, one would have never guessed that a marriage between them had been arranged, for it had become so much more and blossomed into the truest love in the land. She sniffed.

"That's why I want to meet your mother," Snow stated.

"I know...I never thought I'd see her again. We have to be careful...no one can, especially not George," David warned. She nodded.

"Years hiding in the woods has made me very adept. Trust me, I know a path there so remote that no one will follow," she promised.

"Okay then...our honeymoon awaits," he replied, as they shared another kiss and finished preparing for their journey.

~*~

Rumple giggled, as he observed Snow White and her Prince Charming journeying through the woods together. Their true love had blossomed at last and in a much different manner than expected. Now...he only needed a hair from each of them to bottle that true love potion he needed. But that would come in due time, for he was about to have company. Rather unpleasant company too in the form of Cora and the even less appealing Leopold.

The King had certainly become a deplorable being and coming from a dark being such as him, that was saying something. But even Rumpelstiltskin would never touch a child in that way...especially his own. Still, if he was a means to getting his curse cast, then he was still useful.

"Hello Rumple…" Cora cooed, as she slithered into the room with Leopold in tow.

"Hello dearie…" he greeted, as he turned to them and wrinkled his nose.

"My, my...you are certainly keeping company with the worst pond scum these days, aren't you? I daresay even the pirate was better than him," he goaded.

"I am a King! How dare you call me such, you twisted imp!" Leopold growled.

"Oh, I call them as I see them, dearie!" he countered, as he slithered up to them.

"Rumple...we have come for the means to our revenge. You know what I speak of," Cora replied.

"Yes...I know why you are here. The question is...what will I get in return?" he questioned. She poofed the blank globe into her hand and he immediately became captivated by the object.

"When we get to that world...you'll have to this to locate him," she said, as he reached out to it. But she pulled it away.

"The curse…" she stated evenly.

"Yes...well, I don't really have it anymore," he replied. Leopold snorted.

"Then what are we doing here wasting our time?" he asked impatiently.

"I would watch your tone, Your Majesty or I may just decide to do your fair daughter a favor and turn you into something...squishable," he threatened, silencing the depraved man.

"Where is it? I know that you know," Cora surmised.

"Yes...I know where it is. Give me the globe and I shall tell you where to get it. But you are aware what price this curse has, are you not?" he questioned. She smirked.

"Oh...I am well aware and I did my research. And like you...I have found a loophole," she responded. His face was a mask of indifference. How he hated making deals with her and even less with the man standing next to her. But he needed the curse to find his Bae.

"I gave it to Maleficent to get her sleeping curse for you in our last deal," he revealed. She smirked.

"Excellent...thank you dear," she purred, as she let him have the globe.

"Our business is complete. Get out," he snapped. She smirked, as they left and Rumple walked over to place the globe on the table. But before he could put it down, a vision of the future struck him and it nearly made him collapse, for it changed everything.

It was Baelfire...stuck in Neverland of all places. But instead of escaping to a Land Without Magic, Bae found his way back to the Enchanted Forest. Something had changed...and changed drastically. If Bae came back here, even if it was a few years off, based on certain details in the vision, then Rumple did not need the curse. He placed his hands on the table to steady himself. That meant he would have to now stop Cora and Leopold from casting it.

"Rumpelstiltskin?" Belle asked in concern, as she came into the room with tea. He looked up at the maid and felt the stirrings in his heart, but quickly pushed them away.

"What?" he snapped.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine...just serve the tea," he replied gruffly, as he was now deep in thought. He still wanted that true love in a bottle, despite not needing the curse any longer. Perhaps he could get Snow and Charming to help him stop them. It would provide a means to gather the specific ingredients for that potion and he knew they would be interested in vanquishing Leopold and Cora. Not only to stop the curse, but to also defeat Snow White's tormentor. Yes...Snow and Charming, who were the key to the success of his curse would now be the key to stopping the curse. Fate...he mused. She was certainly a bitch, indeed.

~*~

As Snow and David made their way to the edge of the path, his childhood home came into view. Though it was much different now than when he left it. George was true to his word and hired farm hands for his mother. The crops and garden were flourishing and the house had been built onto, making it like ones he had seen on rich farms from time to time.

"Wow...guess dear old dad was true to his word," he mentioned. She smiled and squeezed his hand.

"He can be harsh, but since he got what he wanted, he kept his promise. Wonders never cease," she joked. He smiled.

"He may have gotten the gold and riches he wanted, as well as the army. But I got the best part of the deal," he said, as he kissed her tenderly. She smiled.

"Me too...this life is far more than I ever expected to have," she mentioned.

"I never counted on love, let alone living without fear," she continued. He put his arm around her.

"You never have to return to that life, my darling and that evil man will never harm you again," he promised, as Ruth spotted them.

"David?" she called, as she stood up from her garden. He grinned, as he ran to her at his wife's urging.

"Mother…" he called back, as he swept her into a hug.

"Oh...my son. Let me look at you," she said, as he pulled back and she observed him.

"You...you look like a Prince. Oh so handsome," she gushed, as she saw the young woman behind him.

"Is this…" she started to say.

"You were right, Mother...true love does follow your ring. What started out as an arrangement became so much more," he said, as he held his hand out and she took it.

"Mother...this is my wife, Snow White," he introduced. Snow smiled.

"It's so wonderful to meet you...your son is the kindest, most charming man I've ever met," she said, giving her husband a warm glance.

"And I know it's because he was raised by you," she added.

"Oh, it is most wonderful to meet you as well, Snow. You truly are the fairest as they say," Ruth said, as she cupped her face in her hands.

"So beautiful...and I can tell how happy you make my David just by looking at you both. It will be an honor to call you my daughter," she replied. Snow was taken aback, as the woman hugged her tightly, but then she hugged her back. David grinned at that.

Ruth had heard the whispers of the depravity committed by the Evil King Leopold and her heart broke for this sweet girl who had married her son.

"Come inside...you must be hungry after your trip. I do hope you're staying the night. There is a guest room now," she gushed. They smiled and joined hands, as they followed her inside.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Enchanted Forest AU #evil King Leopold #evil Cora #Regina escaped with Robin #feat rumplestiltskin #and Rumbelle #ouat fanfiction #Ruth

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writingforanxiety · 7 years

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Just because im gay as hell can you please do a Fem!reader x moira where they go out for lunch or something and moira gets really jealous of the waiter or something because MOIRA IS BAE! thank you!!

Moira is indeed bae 😭😭, and my gay as hell ass will happily indulge your gay as hell ass —————————————–

“No, no, no, no!” Moira let out an undignified sigh and ran her slender fingers through her fiery hair. This experiment wasn’t yielding the results she had anticipated, hell, the results she was getting weren’t even in the same ball park as her hypothesis. She stood up harshly from the desk and let the hands in her hair come down to rub haphazardly at her face. She let them remain there for a second while she stood, thinking of her move. She could restart and change the variables right? It would be a pain but this had to be done… she began to walk back to her desk when her stomach let out a loud growl. Hmm, food, an enemy of progress. This project wasn’t going where she wanted, and she could use a break she supposed. A smile touched the corner of her mouth as she removed her lab coat and set it on the back of her chair, she quickly made her way out the door, almost forgetting to turn the lab lights off.

You were sitting on the couch at home trying to get caught up on the laundry, both Moira and you were awful at house upkeep and things sometimes got neglected. While you were thinking about how many of the same kind of sock someone could possibly own, your front door came open in a rather fast manner. You were initially struck with fear, it’s only 2:30, who would be coming into your house? You grabbed the tv remote as an improvised weapon and took a stand, ready to fight for this ungodly amount of socks, when your scientist came around the corner with a smile on her face. You relaxed instantly but gave her a suspicious glare, had something happened at work?

“Hello (y/n), darling, dearest, light of my life, please tell me why you’re attempting to bludgeon me with our tv remote?”

You remembered the armed and ready remote in your hand and blushing a little let it fall on the couch. You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling silly for thinking someone had the nerve to break into doctor Moira’s house. She returned your embrace and gave the top of your head a quick peck, before stepping back and looking at you.

“Food?” She asked, both eyebrows raised.

“Food?” You responded, looking a little confused.

She stroked your check with her thumb as she turned to go onto the wash room.

“Of course! My girl and I are going out to eat if you’ll allow, and while it’s not required I would find it of great pleasure if the girl in question would ware that blouse I like, the one that shows off that stunning chest of yours .” She glanced over her shoulder with a smirk before closing the bathroom door.

You blinked a few times. Dinner was good, dinner with your Moira was better, fancy dinner with your Moira was ideal. You smiled as you headed up your stairs to get ready for the evening, already planning on allowing Moira her desired view, if not a little bit more. You made your way into the shared bedroom closet and looked around for a bit, trying to be imaginative with your choices.

While you were getting dressed in the bathroom you heard Moira in the closet putting on her clothes for the evening. Moira wasn’t one to overdress very often, most of her clothes consisting of white slacks and black dress tops. That dastardly woman knew you loved the way she looked in her ties, and she made sure to ware one almost everyday. With your hair done and light amount of makeup applied, you stepped out into the room. You were about to ask if she was going to wear a suit when your words got stuck in your throats and a blush overtook you.

Lounging on the side of the bed was your goddess, with a form fitting black dress and heels, of which were unneeded considering she was already a good deal taller than you. She smiled sweetly at the look on your face as she stood and walked over to you, also taking on as much as she could. She placed a hand on your hip and ran it up slowly to the opening of your chest, gently stroking the exposed softness. Your blush depend more as you looked up at her to steal a kiss. She was taken aback when both your arms went up like a toddler demanding to be picked up.

“(Y/n), what are you on about?” She mused as you had a serious look on your face.

“Moira, you’re a foot taller than me without heals.” You responded with your arms still up.

“If you think I won’t climb you if you don’t kiss me soon you have another thing coming.”

She let out a loud laugh, bending down to wrap her arms around your waist to give you what you wanted. It was a sweet kiss, and you were enjoying it. You let out a small shriek as she picked you up bridal style into her arms and did a little spin.

“Are you ready (y/n)? ————————-

The restaurant she chose was stunning. It had a marble fountain in the middle and and a string orchestra playing in the corner. Moira didn’t have time for dates often but she knew how to compensate. The seats you got were by a window overlooking a small pond with thick foliage. This was the perfect evening. You and Moira were idly discussing travel plans for the approaching fall when your waiter arrived to take your orders.

"Good evening! What can I get started for you lovely ladies this evening?” Your waiter was stunning. She had long black hair slicked back into a high ponytail, with side cut bangs framing her hazel eyes. Her olive skin was glowing and her dark lashes were incredibly long. If the prettiest woman you’ve ever met wasn’t your date for the night you might have been very charmed. But Moira didn’t know what you were thinking. She saw the way the waiters eyes lingered in you for just a little too long.

Moira was unsure at first of the feeling in her chest. What was this? She had only felt like this when doctors using her methods had had papers published and received the funding that was rightfully hers. Oh god, she was jealous. You both told her your order and she held eye contact with you for a little too long before she wandered off to bring your order to the chef.

“She seemed nice Moira, so anyway about the-”

“Are you attracted to her?”

The question stopped you short. Moira was looking at you with a type of intensity you had never seen before. She looked… unsure? Your strong doctor was always sure of herself.

“Of course not Moira! Don’t be silly, why would I be attacked to a woman I don’t know?” You could see that there was doubt in her eyes, she was worried.

“It’s just… she’s very pretty. And the way you were looking I just, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be jealous but, you’re the most important thing I have. I don’t ever want to lose you (y/n).”

Your chest was warmed at that. Moira wasn’t always the most affectionate with you, you knew she cared but she showed it in her own way. Hearing her say something like that was so important.

“Oh Moira”, you gently laughed out.

“You know you’re the only one for me, please never think such things, I love you.”

It was her turn to smile at you now. You were both just taking each other in when the waiter came back. You were polite but didn’t keep eye contact long, and Moira kept her eyes on you. The meal was wonderful and the rest of your evening was spent in a dream state. You two arrived home a little after eight, having spent the night dancing and talking after your meal. You were tired and leaning on her side heavily as you walked into the door, her arm responsible for keeping you off the floor. For the second time that night she lifted you into her arms and carried you up the stairs to your room. Once inside she laid you down on the bed and took your shoes off. You smiled up as she came over for a kiss, then lost all drowsiness when she started to undo your dress.

“Moira, what are-”

“Hush dear, we’re simply getting ready for desert, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong too.”

#moira x reader #moira #moira o'deorain #anon request

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imgilmoregirl · 6 years

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Notes: Oh, we are one chapter away from the ending and I have no words to say how much I loved writing this fic or how thankful I am for everything who read it!

The Fate of the Fearless

Sarah never understood adults. They were weird most of the time and that was what made her feel preoccupied with them, because when they acted strangely it usually meant they were not alright. She knew that her mama wasn’t alright, as she had seen that bad man hurt her, but she didn’t understand why papa stopped coming to visit her at the hospital after two days or why aunt Ruby and grandpa Moe seemed to be so concerned all the time.

She tried to ask, of course, but it didn’t work at all. They thought that she was silly, because she was five, was she was way smarter than they thought. Sarah started asking the nurses about her family when there was no one around, she was feeling way better ever since the treatment began and she wasn’t sleepy so often, so she wanted to see her little brother, but everybody ignored her pleas.

It was on a certain night, however, after aunt Ruby went home to take a bath and have dinner, that she finally got what she wanted. Sarah was watching TV and cuddling her Teddy Bear when the redhaired nice doctor came to check on her, Sarah allowed the woman to take her temperature and prickle her finger to see some numbers in a tiny machine, but she was feeling a bit anxious and couldn’t control herself.

“Doctor Ariel,” Sarah started as she pulled a band-aid to her finger. “I want to see mama and the baby.”

The doctor settled her silver tray aside, petting Sarah’s braided hair with a sweet smile on her lips. Sarah liked her very much, she was always kind and very patient even when Sarah was being moody and refused to eat her lunch, because it didn’t taste like anything good like the food her papa used to cook for her.

“Your mama can’t walk, sweetie,” Ariel answered. “She had a bit of a pain on her belly now that the baby is out.”

“But I want to see her,” Sarah sniffled. “She doesn’t need to come here, I can go to her if you tell me where she is.”

Tilting her head, Ariel bit down her lip. Her gaze was fixed in Sarah’s blue eyes and as someone who had been present when her mother and brother had been kidnapped, she knew that this little girl deserved some happiness, just like the rest of her family did. Sarah hadn’t seen them for a whole week now and Belle asked of her as much as the girl did.

She wasn’t allowed to take her out of her room though, but Doctor Whale had already ended his shift for the night, so Ariel didn’t saw any other thing preventing her from doing something nice for someone who really needed it. Ariel offered Sarah a hand and helped her slid down from the hospital bed, helping the little girl to pull on a fluffy robe.

“Alright, Sarah,” she begun looking all serious. “We are going to make a deal, ok?”

“Sure!”

“So, I’m going to take you to see your mama and the baby, but you can’t tell anybody, do you understand?”

A giant smile took the little girl’s lips as she threw her arms around Ariel’s legs and gave her the most awkward hug of her whole life, but it felt so heart-warming that Ariel didn’t really care. Those were the small moments that made her career choice seem worth it.

“Thank you,” the little girl exclaimed. “I swear I won’t even say a word about this!”

Giggling, the doctor took her hand again, leading Sarah down the corridor and them to the row where her mother was in the maternity ward. Sarah looked around full of curiosity, holding her Teddy Bear tight in one arm and smiling at the few people she found in the corridors. They didn’t seem to be much happy, though, just really tired. She was too overwhelmed with joy to care right now.

Sarah had been waiting for what seemed ages to see her family again and the louder the baby cries got, the closer she knew that she was getting of them. There appeared to be babies everywhere, but she guessed that everybody had to come to hospitals to get them, because without the help of the doctors, she didn’t know how they were supposed to get out of their mamas.

When Ariel stopped in front of one of those white doors and opened just a crack of it, peeking a look inside, Sarah felt like she could jump up and down with happiness, because she knew who was inside that room, she didn’t even need to hear her voice.

“Someone wanted to see you,” Ariel said. “Can we come in?”

“Of course,” answered Belle. “Let me see her”

Ariel swung the door open fully and Sarah had her first sight of her mother in a full week. She looked tired, with dark bags under her eyes and a messy hair, her middle-section was still somewhat swollen, even if everybody said the baby had already been born, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful to her daughter’s eyes. Sarah squealed, running towards Belle and climbing up her bed until she could throw her arms around her neck.

“Mama, I’ve missed you,” Sarah murmured into her hair. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” Belle replied, pressing kisses to her cheeks. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

At this phrase, Sarah pulled away a bit, totally confused. Her eyebrows had narrowed and she played with a curl of her mama’s hair between her fingers, trying to understand what she was talking about.

“Why?”

“No matter,” her mother smiled. “Now, do you want to see your little brother?”

“Can I?”

“Sure, he is eager to meet you too.”

She reached for a tiny acrylic crib that was settled beside her bed – Sarah hadn’t even noticed it – and picked the tiniest of the babies from inside there. He was very pink and had a wrinkled little face, that was totally adorable. Sarah gasped at the sight of him, climbing over her mother to analyse the little brother better and pick one of his small hands in hers.

“Whoa, he is tiny,” she whispered, astonished. “He is cute. I like him.”

Belle giggled.

“You do?”

“Uh-hu.”

“Well, do you want to hold him?”

Sarah’s eyes widened and she heard Ariel laughing from somewhere behind her in the room, where she was watching the whole scene. The little girl nodded fiercely, and her mother shifted a bit on the bed, instructing her to lean against it to gain support and told Sarah that you always needed to have a hold on the baby’s head before laying him in her arms, keeping one of her hands on his back so he wouldn’t fall if she accidently dropped him.

Her gaze dropped to Gideon and Sarah felt really grown-up. She watched as the baby moved, pulling his small fist up to his mouth and rubbing it against his own chin a few times before he got to slid a finger inside his mouth with a tiny, weird sound that made her laugh. Babies were funny, she thought.

“Mama, when are we going home?” Sarah asked. “I want to show all my toys to Gideon!”

“Soon, I hope, but I’ve heard, you might go there sooner than us.”

Sighing and feeling her arms ache with the weight, Sarah handed the baby back to her mother, allowing Belle to nestle him against her chest and place a kiss to the top of his head. She poked her arm and Belle looked down at her with an arched eyebrow.

“What is it, ladybug?”

“Why doesn’t papa visit me anymore?”

Moving the baby back to the crib, Belle held Sarah the better she could with her still pained middle-section, caressing her face and trying to think of a soft way to tell her this. She shared a glance with Ariel and knew that there was no other option but saying the truth.

“Sarah, darling, do you remember that bad man that hurt mama when we were at uncle Jeff’s house?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, somethings happened and he hurt papa too.”

For a moment, Sarah didn’t understand what those words meant. Her papa was a strong man, he was always taking care of them and he always made her smile, she couldn’t picture him hurt in anyway. Tears filled her eyes and she got a grab of her mother’s hospital gown, nuzzling her head against Belle’s shoulder and trying hard not to cry.

“Where is him? I want to see him.”

“You can’t see him now, babe.”

“Is he going to be alright?”

Belle touched her forehead and Sarah saw that her tears reflected in her eyes too. Whatever had happened, had made her mama sad and if her mama was sad, then it meant that things were worse than she thought.

“Your father is the strongest man I know,” Belle told her. “He is going to be fine and soon we all will be home. I promise.”

It didn’t quite answer all the questions Sarah had in her mind in that moment, but it was enough to give her hope that maybe in a week or so things could go back to normal and she would come down the stairs every morning to the smell of papa’s delicious pancakes, mama’s happy laugh and a baby’s new giggle that filled the house with happiness. Just like Bailey promised in her dreams.

Gold didn’t expect to wake up. When he had drifted to unconsciousness in that cabin’s floor, he thought that life was over for him, that maybe he was finally going to see Bae again, but then after what seemed to be an eternity in the dark, he heard the beeps of a hospital machine and started to feel the discomforts of a wounded body. It took him a few seconds to get to open his eyes again, but when he did it, Robert found himself in a white room with lights that burned his eyes and a tube on his mouth.

He coughed and clicked on the button that had been plugged on his finger. All of the sudden, the room was full of nurses and somebody took the tube out of his mouth. Loads of questions followed this, but he couldn’t really answer them because the tube left his throat damaged and weird and everything he tried to speak he left like he must learn how to do this again, his bed was pulled into a seat position and a nurse helped him to eat the most horrid soup he had ever tasted in his whole life.

Doctor Whale appeared a while later to explain that the bullet had hit his stomach, but he had been lucky enough to not suffocate in his own blood until the ambulance arrived the park. They had removed it on a long surgery, but after some weeks of utter rest, Whale guaranteed that he was going to be fine. However, Gold’s one and only concern now was his family and between his attempts to mumble something coherent he managed to make Whale understand that he wanted to know how they were.

He assured Robert that both Belle and Gideon were fine. They had sutured her C-section again and she was already healing with her baby close to her. Anastasia – who had arrived with them – was the one in best conditions as Hades’ shot had hit her in the arm and soon she would be send home. The maniac, however, was now cold dead and being analysed by the police’s experts before being send to the grave. Rogers’ shot on him had been fatal.

Robert didn’t want to know much about his death, he was only glad that Hades wasn’t a problem for his family anymore. What he truly wanted was to see Belle and make sure that she was getting healed properly, but it didn’t happen for many days. He wondered if Ruby kept looking after Sarah as she had been doing before and he hoped so, because Gold couldn’t stand thinking about his little girl all alone in a hospital room just like he was.

Even after he started walking and doing things normally – although with a bit of pain – Whale insisted that Robert must remain at the hospital for a while more. He was frustrated, feeling weak and useless, until the day a nurse brought a wheelchair to his room and on this, his beloved wife.

“Hey,” Belle said, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles and smiling at him.

“Hey, I was worried about you.”

“I’m alright, or do you think a silly bleeding could take me down?” She chuckled, toying with his hair. “It was you who got me worrying for days. I’m so glad to see you alive, Bobby. You saved us.”

His eyes were fixed on hers, beautiful blue depths, eyes that hid so much pain and could show so much happiness. He remembered the very first time he saw her, young, bubbly and kind, everything he never deserved, but also everything he ever needed. Gold had no idea what he would have become of him if he had lost her.

“Actually, I think this merit belongs to Rogers,” Robert answered, stretching out a hand to caress her cheek. “He was the one who killed Hades, not me.”

“Yeah, but if you haven’t risked yourself, only God knows what could have happened to our son,” Belle shrugged, leaning into his touch with the most peaceful expression on her face. “I’m grateful.”

“Well, sweetheart, so am I.”

Standing up from her chair with a bit of an effort, Belle sealed their lips together, and in that moment all the bitterness gathered in their hearts along the last one year and a half, disappeared.

The children had gone home sooner than both Robert and Isabelle. Gideon couldn’t stay in the hospital for longer than the necessary, because he was too young, so Alice Madden took him home first, guarantying Belle that she would care for him the same way she cared for her own daughter. Jefferson came twice a day to pick the milk Belle was stocking in bottles for Gideon and Sarah was released from her treatment no longer before him. Gold was the next and then, finally Belle, whose caesarean section was still terribly sensible.

It was a surprise for her to receive a visit from her father as soon as all of them got home and although he had thoroughly pretended that Gold didn’t exist, he wasn’t mean at all and cooed Gideon like a fool for a great half an hour. Ruby and Dorothy were also being of much help, coming to help them whenever they could and bringing food from Granny’s so they wouldn’t have to cook.

However, things had to get back to normal at some point and Belle hadn’t really noticed they had stablished a routine without visitors and could take back their old lives until the day she found herself calling Sarah’s school to talk about her return and started to go out again. She booked an appointment with Archie for herself, as she knew her anxiety wasn’t a hundred percent cure and the recent trauma must have only added to it and felt light after doing that.

Gladly, their nights with Gideon were not as tough as she thought they would be. He was a quieter baby than Sarah had ever been and after been fed he would go straight back to sleep. Everything was settling down perfectly, at least, until the letter came. It was a lazy Thursday, two months after the most horrid events of her life, Sarah was at school and Gold was working at the shop and when she saw the envelop, she knew something was coming. Belle was right, of course.

They were being called to meet up with the mayor, over Hades’ death and the ending notes let it clear that they couldn’t simply decline it. They weren’t being invited, they were being intimated.

Regina Mills felt betrayed by everyone she knew and sadly, she need to admit that it was the worse feeling in the world. The night she woke up with Rogers’ call about Jonathan Hades’ death and everything that lead to it, she was in shock, she couldn’t even take her car when he asked her to meet up with him at the hospital, she had to call for a taxi, but then, when she finally arrived there and talked to him her whole world truly fell down.

She had never before felt more stupid and naïve, she hadn’t noticed her sister had an abusive fiancé, hadn’t been able to help her and hadn’t realised that Robin was troubled by Hades’ return to town. Regina felt like she had failed with so many people at the same time that she thought she might explode with agony. When Rogers left her on the waiting hall, she started to cry, without even minding that there were lots of people surrounding her, watching the scene.

Now, two months later, as she saw Zelena walking towards her in the hallway of one of the biggest buildings in Storybrooke with her husband and daughter right beside her all she could do to rush into her embrace and shed the few tears that were still left to her. Regina held her tight, suffocating her sobs on her shoulder as she felt Zelena tremble and her own tears coat her neck.

“I’m sorry, Gina, I’m so sorry… I should have told you,” she cried. “It is all my fault.”

“No,” Regina guaranteed. “I don’t blame you, alright? I did when I found out, but I’m over it now, I’m just happy that you’re fine. Now, let’s end this.”

“Yeah,” Zelena sniffled, pulling away from her and giving her sister a wet, teary smile. “Thank you, Regina.”

They both entered the large hall where all people that ever got involved in Robin’s case were gathered around an oval table, she saw Robert and Isabelle Gold wrapped in and embrace with their infant son sleeping peacefully in his mother’s arms and almost smiled. She waited until Zelena and Chad were settled down on their places were cleaning her throat to let everybody know that she would like to speak.

“I’d like to thank you all for your presence today,” Regina started. “You must be wondering why I would bring up such terrible days up again now that everyone was starting to forget it… Well, I’d like to apology. I had no idea about how wrong I was obsessing in finding my husband’s murderer that way, my insistence only brought pain to all of us and we know that this story could have had a much worse ending.”

Belle Gold nodded silently, gaze fixed on her baby’s face. Anastasia and Will were sat miles away from each other, but Regina caught the brief glare they shared.

“Jonathan Hades was a very rich man who died with no heirs, but years ago he had made a testament in which he declared my sister, Zelena the one to receive his fortune in case something happened to him,” she continued. “The thing is that he never changed the testament and now, Zelena has a big fortune of her own.”

“Yes, but I don’t want this money. Not because I don’t need it, but because I don’t anything that could come from him, even in his death,” her sister continued. “So, Regina and I talked before I came into town and we decided to donate this money.”

From his corner of the table, detective Rogers blinked in surprise.

“You’re donating everything?”

“That’s the idea,” Regina answered. “We have shared his fortune in two, so one of the parts will be used to create a summer camp at the park, which has always been my late husband’s dream and the second part will fund the Bailey Gold Scholarship for the Storybrooke College.”

Robert looked down at his wife, who was trying to hold her tears, and smiled. He bumped his nose against hers, pressing the softest of the kisses in her lips and watching as Gideon’s deep brown eyes – the same eyes Bae had – blinked open and he yawned. That was the promise of better days the come and a legacy to build in honour of one of the kindest souls he had ever known, his oldest son, who he would never be able to forget. The grieve would continue to accompany them, but it would be big enough to eclipse their happiness anymore.

“Thank you, madam mayor,” Belle said. “It is a beautiful tribute to our boy.”

Regina nodded, sharing a weak grin with her. The mayor hadn’t quite learned to smile properly again, but she was willing to try to do so, both for herself and for her boys. They had no idea, but she had booked an appointment with Archie in an attempt to fix things, because if it had worked for Isabelle, then it could perfectly work for her.

“I’m glad you approve, he was a good boy and it felt right to do something to honour his memory,” she replied, sincerely. “I’d like to add that you’re free to come back to the library, if you want to, Mrs. Gold.”

“Oh, thanks, but I don’t think that’s the right time for it,” Belle answered. “I really want to dedicate myself to my baby for a while and after that I have new exciting plans… I’ve lived within the books for a really long time and as much as I love them I think it is time to see where life takes me.”

“Alright, well… If anyone has nothing to say against the destiny of Zelena’s donation, then you are free to go home.”

They all stood up, leaving the hall one by one, some complimenting Regina and Zelena for their wise and noble decision, Gold and Belle thanking them one last time before following their way out of the building, heading towards the parking lot, where they found Rogers playing with his daughter while talking with a beautiful tall woman.

“Hey, Gold,” he called him with a wave of a gloved hand. “I was thinking if you would happen have an apartment vacant in one of your many buildings.”

“I probably do, why?”

“Well, I kind of liked Storybrooke and I think it would be a nice place for Tilly to grow up into,” he shrugged.

The landlord smiled, passing an arm around his wife’s shoulders an observing the blonde little girl that hummed a song while bouncing around her father and future step-mother. It was a good image and he was glad that for once they weren’t arguing over murder cases but being very domestic with their respective families.

“Drop by my shop later and I’ll show you the properties I have, see if any of them pleases you.”

“Thanks, matte,” Rogers nodded. “Sabine is really excited about having new people to know her delicious food, but I bet Granny won’t be very happy about it.”

‘Oh, she will get over with time,” Belle guaranteed. “But be welcome to Storybrooke. Just don’t let the neighbours look through your curtains.”

She winked at them and Gold lead her back to the Cadillac. Things weren’t quite perfect yet and maybe they would never be again, but the feeling he had inside his chest was so good that it couldn’t quite be compared to the emptiness he felt in the darkest days of his life. Bailey was right in the end, now Robert Gold could say that he believed in miracles and seconds chances and that, in some days, in the most beautiful springy nights, he heard happy laughs that guaranteed him not everything was permanently lost.

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All Through the Night Rated Explicit

Smutty one-shot for the @a-monthly-rumbelling January prompt: “I don’t mind if we sleep in the same bed tonight.”

Bae's nanny, Belle, harbors a secret and - she's certain - unrequited crush on her employer, Bae's father. But secrets can be tricky things to keep when people get trapped together by a thunderstorm, with no electricity and only one bed.

Bed-sharing!smut with some feels and added child!Baelfire cuteness bonus. Tropes abound!

A/N: Big thank you to @rumple-belle for both encouraging me to just go ahead and write this and for beta-ing it!

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“I don’t mind if we sleep in the same bed tonight,” Baeley asserted, holding up a corner of his quilt to welcome her under it.

Belle bit back a smile at his earnest little face, completely unaware of dimensions and how she’d never possibly fit in the nook he occupied. A growing boy of six and a half, he’d be too small, himself, in a year or so.

“Well that’s very sweet of you but I’ll be just fine on the couch.” She smoothed the blanket up under his chin.

“Oh. Are you sure? It’s kinda lumpy.” The boy’s expression twisted with distaste.

Belle cocked her head to one side, “Are you worried about my comfort or does someone not want to sleep alone like a big boy? Is it because of the storm?”

Bae’s lips pursed. “Nuh-uhh. I am a big boy! I’m just being nice. You can sleep wherever you want.” he grumped, sounding oddly like his father in his rush of obstinate defensiveness.

Accustomed to her young charge growing more mercurial at bedtime, Belle gentled her tone. “I know you are, Bae. You’re growing up so fast! But even big boys can dislike big scary sounds like thunder. Even I get scared of it sometimes, you know.”

He wrinkled his nose at her. “You don’t get scared of nothing.”

“Anything,” she corrected automatically.

“Anything,” Bae echoed dutifully. “Right?”

“It’s alright to be afraid, sometimes,” she assured him, rather than face more questions. If only he knew…

Sure, she was lying about the thunder. That hadn’t frightened her since she was younger than Bae. But Belle definitely lived with a large and overarching fear. One that consumed her thoughts and left her more than her share of sleepless nights. It was as adult a fear as she had ever felt: the fear of revealing her most secret heart to one who would surely reject it. Belle lived in the shadow of an undeniable and overwhelming attachment to the most unsuitable and indifferent man she knew - her employer and Bae’s father, Mr. Gold.

Loving Bae was easy. Most days, when he wasn’t cranky from staying up too late, he was an absolute delight; sweet, intelligent, and highly inquisitive. He kept her on her toes and she treasured the way his eyes lit up whenever she helped him to discover new facts about salamanders or satellites or whatever new subject had caught his fancy that week. They went to the library every weekend so he could stock up on books for them to read together. Now that he was on chapter books, he would even insist on reading to her, at times. Bae was her little darling and she loved him unequivocally.

His enigmatic father, on the other hand, was another story. He should have been nothing more to her than the father of her charge, the man who signed her checks. He should have been a glorified roommate, since she’d finally agreed to move into their guest room after that messy break-up with Garrett left her homeless. He should have been a friend, co-parent, or mentor. He should have been anything but the object of her increasingly embarrassing fantasies, the one person in town whose very silhouette could make her heart jump into her throat, the man she couldn’t stop picturing as the quintessential part of her someday Happy Ever After.

Belle had been raised on fairy tales. Or rather she raised herself once her mother passed away and her negligent father stopped even trying to be a parent. Belle had wanted that knight on a white horse so badly as a girl, as a teen, even into early adulthood. Unfortunately, in Storybrooke, there had only been Garrett and his gas guzzling car, and his possessive grasp, and his wandering eye.

Mr. Edmund Gold was certainly no Prince Charming but he had rescued her anyway, in her time of need. And his brusque manners weren’t so off-putting once she’d gotten to know him. He could be surprisingly funny, even charismatic when his guard was down. And the way he was with Bae these days was so alien from the way she’d first seen him (the way the whole rest of town still saw him), all warm affection and playful teasing. Belle liked to think she’d been an influence for the better in that regard.

It was just about three weeks ago, while Gold and Bae were playing, that Belle had first realized she was falling in love. In a moment of weakness, she’d let herself imagine what it would be like to have Mr. Gold look at her with the kind of affection he only ever bestowed on his son.

“Bae?”

The velvety voice of the man himself, broke Belle’s reverie. He stood in the doorway of the tiny room dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a shaggy robe, his long hair still damp at the very ends. He had a battery powered lantern slung around his wrist on a cord, the blueish light throwing his already striking features into a deep, shadowy bas relief.

They’d been just coming back from the lake, the sun sinking fast toward the horizon, when they got caught in a sudden downpour. A streak of lightning lit the sky, followed in seconds by a roll of thunder. The raindrops felt sharp as needles against Belle’s skin, blown hard by the rising wind. Returning to town on foot, as had been the original plan, would be impossible. They made a snap decision to head to Gold’s cabin, instead. All three were soaked and shivering by the time they arrived. For a day that had dawned quite warm and sunny for fall, it had come to a rather miserable end.

Belle had ushered Bae into a hot shower to warm his numbed fingers and toes while Gold attempted to build a fire. Unfortunately, the wood was all damp and refused to catch. There was a single electric space heater that helped a little, but was useless once the electricity went out. Bae’s room wasn’t too chilly, small as it was, and the boy was packed in with as many blankets as he could tolerate.

“Papa!” Bae threw back the quilts and blankets to extend his arms toward his father.

Gold looked askance at Belle. “He’s still up?”

Belle blushed and rose from the edge of the bed where she’d been sitting. “We were… just talking about the storm.”

“Is that so, son?” Gold perched on Belle’s abandoned seat, bracing one side with his cane as he hugged Bae back thoroughly with his free arm. “I hope it’s not too loud out there for you to get some sleep.”

Bae shook his head, his eyes already drooping with exhaustion. “Belle is scared of the thunder so I said she could sleep here with me. Is that okay?”

Gold chuckled and ran his fingers over a cowlick in Bae’s dark curls. “Well, I don’t quite think there’s room for her here, but I’ll make sure she stays safe and dry, alright?”

“Okay. So she can sleep with you, tonight?” Bae asked, settling drowsily back against his pillow.

Gold made an indecipherable sound at the back of his throat before turning his head to cough politely into his forearm. Belle’s cheeks burned, the air suddenly thick in her throat. There was a moment of stark hesitation before Gold leaned in to kiss Bae’s forehead.

“I know you’ll sleep like the dead once you settle down. Just all this excitement keeping you up. Close your eyes,” Gold ordered softly.

Bae obeyed.

Belle could tell him something a thousand times, cajoling and convincing, occasionally even bribing him to do it. His father need say it only once. Such was the kind of quiet power Mr. Gold could exude.

Belle would never admit it aloud but she’d had more than one little fantasy feature Gold giving her orders of an entirely different nature. She closed her eyes and rubbed the spot just between them, above her nose. It was an entirely inappropriate thought to be having at this time. Gold was probably a little peeved at her for not getting Bae properly settled. This was the third time father and son were saying good night, Bae having bounced up and out of bed twice to ask Belle for another story.

They hadn’t brought his reading material for a day by the lake and the only book Belle had on her was definitely not child friendly. Instead, she’d told him variations on fairy tales that her mother used to tell her, personalizing lead characters with traits Bae would recognize as his own.

Two such stories in, Belle had felt herself being watched. She’d looked up to find Mr. Gold’s eyes fixed on her, his expression intense and unreadable. Bae had also noticed his father and gotten so excited to share Belle’s stories that he leapt out of his blanket nest and it took several minutes to ease him back into it.

Third time, it seemed, was indeed the charm. Bae’s face had gone slack, his breathing even, as his father rose slowly from the bedside.

Gold inclined his head back toward the living room and the two of them adjourned, shutting the door to Bae’s room to just a sliver. He hated when his door was fully latched.

Belle shivered in the main room of the cabin, the higher ceiling and poorly insulated windows making it much draftier than either bedroom. She didn’t have a change of clothes, but luckily Gold had found a spare pair of fleece pajama pants and a sweater. The clothes smelled musty and were comically long in both arms and legs, but she was grateful enough to be dry that she didn’t complain. Gold was similarly outfitted in his spare pajama pants and a T-shirt with that ugly, tattered bathrobe thrown atop it for warmth.

Belle turned to face Mr. Gold, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset at having to put his son to bed a third time that night. She had no real defense for not putting her foot down. The truth was, she spoiled little Bae like he was her own. She’d never really been a nanny before this, and now she was starting to understand that perhaps she ought to have stayed a babysitter and part time librarian instead. It was easier when there were dozens of children to mind. With just one to focus on - and one she already adored - her judgement could get a little clouded. Then again, Belle could see such a world of difference from the unhappy child Bae had been a year ago. It was little wonder that she couldn’t help but indulge him.

Mr. Gold had been rather stiff with his son when she first met them both, as though he feared the child would break if he handled him too often. Mrs. Gold had only recently left and it was clearly a sore spot for both father and son. Bae was pale and entirely too serious for a five year old child. Gold was distant and uncertain in his attempts at showing affection. He’d apparently only hired a nanny to provide supervision and enforce the house rules, seeming genuinely confused the first time he came home to find the two of them crawling around on all fours, pretending to be dinosaurs.

Early on, he had even reprimanded Belle for letting Bae “take advantage” of her “tender nature.” She’d have taken the latter part as a compliment if it weren’t for the way he frowned when he said the word “tender,” almost like it was a dirty word. It was one of the few times Gold had really gotten her goat. Children needed tenderness, she told him, emphatically, to be reassured that even when they were naughty, they were loved. She’d let everything she’d been holding back up until that point pour out of her: how lonely Bae was, how he longed to spend time with his father, how difficult it was to be a child expected to behave like a small adult. Gold had listened to every word she’d said with a grave expression. Belle feared for her job by the time she was through, but she could not have stayed mum if her life depended on it. She should have known even then that she was already too far gone. Gold had been silent a long time before simply nodding and dismissing her from the room.

She’d spent a week on tenterhooks, flinching every time he addressed her. Yet he never reproached her for her tirade, or even mentioned how inappropriate she had been to lecture him in his own home. That weekend, however, was the very first time Gold stayed home from work and went with them to the park on Sunday. Bae had been overjoyed for the chance to play with his father and it quickly became a new part of their routine. Gold could still be prickly at times and Belle had learned to read when he was getting overwhelmed so she could step in and distract Bae with another activity. Overall though, the relationship between Bae and his father had grown in leaps and bounds - much like the youngster himself, who seemed to shoot up like a weed in the sunshine.

After that, Belle had also been a lot less afraid to speak her mind, when it counted.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Gold,” Belle began, noting how heavily Gold leaned on his cane, his shoulders slumped with weariness after such a long day.

He waved his free hand. “It’s no matter. He’s had a lot of excitement today, it’s only natural he’d have trouble settling down.” He limped to the couch and lowered himself gingerly. “I, on the other hand, may need to sleep through the next century just to recover,” he smiled thinly.

Belle returned the smile with a tired one of her own. “Well, Rip Van Winkle, I have a feeling a certain human alarm clock won’t let that happen any time soon.”

He gave a short huff of amusement. “Just as well, not really sure I’d like having a long, white beard just yet.” Gold ran a hand down his very clean shaven face.

“It was good enough for Gandalf,” she shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her forearms for warmth.

“Ah, now there’s a fashion icon worth emulating,” he replied dryly. His brow creased. “You must be freezing. My apologies. Let’s get you to bed.”

Belle blushed again at his words but he didn’t seem to notice as he was focused on standing up. He inhaled sharply, swearing under his breath as he heaved himself to his feet. Belle flew to his side, attempting to help support his bad side but he waved her away.

“I’m not an invalid,” he snapped, wincing again as he tried to take a step forward.

Belle frowned. “I know… but, it’s been a long day and I thought…”

“I don’t need a nurse, Miss French.”

Belle sighed. She was exhausted too but it wasn’t in her nature to stand by and let someone suffer. Even if they were being a pratt about it. “Well that’s good because you’d be a terrible patient. Now, do you want a hand or would you rather be stubborn and suffer?”

His lips thinned as he gave her a hard look. When she returned it, flatly, the corner of his mouth quirked upward for just a moment before he looked away. He cleared his throat. “There’s, ah, there are some extra blankets in the chest at the foot of the bed. I was… going to fetch them.”

“Okay then. I’ll be right back.” Using her phone’s torch function, she went to the aforementioned chest and threw it open. Inside was a mess of fabric, tarnished silver, and and what she really, really hoped was not a giant spider web. She tried not to think about that last part as she reached in and fished around for something that felt blanket-y. She pulled out two swaths of scratchy wool, grimacing at the way they felt in her hand. After a few more minutes, she determined they were the only passably blanket-like things in the pile and closed the trunk.

She returned to the living room to find Gold on the sofa, bent double to massage his calf. She held up the hunks of tartan patterned wool. “Did you mean these?”

He looked up, quickly pulling his hands from his leg, fingers flexing in the open air before settling in his lap. “Yes. Those would be the ones.

Belle bit back a face of disgust. She didn’t fancy sleeping under these harsh, dusty things but beggars couldn’t be choosers and at least she was dry. She set one down to shake out the first.

“Ahhh, Mr. Gold?”

“Hm?”

She held up the blanket - what was left of it. “I think you might have a moth problem.” There was a gaping hole in one side and several smaller ones dotting the rest like Swiss cheese.

Gold’s face fell. “How about the other? Let me see…” He started to stand and reach for it, grunting and swearing again, then muttering an apology for swearing as he regained his seat. Belle handed him the first blanket and picked up the second. Unfurled, the second was almost worse than the first; nearly as much hole as blanket.

Gold’s jaw went still and tight as he stared at the woolly remains, nostrils flaring.

“Mr. Gold?” Belle eased onto the seat beside him.

He swallowed audibly and spoke without turning to look at her. “Mothballs. They told me I’d need mothballs. When I put the blankets in the trunk, I forgot.” He ran his hand over the tattered cloth in his lap. He looked at at her, almost unseeing. “They’d be very disappointed.”

“Who?” she asked, softly.

Gold’s mouth fashioned the tremulous ghost of a smile. “My aunts.”

He looked smaller than usual and rather lost in the thin, pale light of the lantern. Belle was overwhelmed with the urge to pull him to her, to rest his head against her breast and stroke his hair. Instead she gripped his upper arm, very lightly, just a little touch to know she was there, that she cared. Gold looked at her hand on his arm as though he’d forgotten he was capable of being touched.

Belle leaned in just as a flash of lightning illuminated his face. He was oddly beautiful in his sorrow and she was immediately ashamed for thinking so.

“They… they meant a lot to you,” she surmised.

Gold met her eyes, again, his own dark and fathomless. He nodded. “They were all I had,” he stated simply. “And these,” he indicated the blankets, “were all I had left.”

Belle knew it was just the storm and the quiet dark, just the exhaustion setting in and tearing down both their walls, but she didn’t care. She was fully and brilliantly alive in this moment, only inches from the man she loved, and he was being more candid with her than he’d ever been before. She might never get another chance to be with him like this, again.

“I know what that’s like,” she admitted.

“Do you?”

Belle nodded. “When my mother died, I was left on my own. All I really had were her books. They became like friends, cold comfort for a lonely little girl.” She huffed a small laugh at her own self pity. “When we moved, my father made me choose only one favorite to bring with us. He said we wouldn’t have room in the new place. One out of a whole library. I thought he was so cruel for that.”

“He was.” Gold agreed solemnly. “Monstrous.”

Belle paused, uncertain if she was being mocked, but Gold’s frank expression didn’t change. She allowed herself a small smile. “The joke was on him, though. Rather than work in his flower shop like he wanted, I got a job at the library after school. So I could read all my favorites as many times as I liked.”

Gold gave a low little chuckle. “I always knew there was something of a rebel in you, Belle French.” His voice was a low rumble, accent deliciously thick, the ‘r’ rolling off his tongue in a way that made her want to chase it with her own.

His breath was warm as it wafted across her face, still smelling sweet from the lemonade she’d brought to the lake. She tilted her face toward his just a fraction more and his gaze flicked from her eyes to her mouth and then back. A crack of thunder sounded, so close it may have well been in the room, and Belle shivered.

Gold pulled back, blinking rapidly, “I… I think I ought to get some rest.”

Belle deflated against the couch cushion. “Oh. Oh, right. Well, uh, at least let me help you.”

His brow furrowed. “Help me what? I’m already here.” He indicated the couch. He hoisted the holey blankets over his lap. “These are… less than expected but they will suffice for the night.”

Belle crossed her arms over her chest. “You are not sleeping on this lumpy couch with barely enough blanket to cover one limb at a time.”

He pursed his lips, “Miss French….”

“Mr. Gold….”

“Well, where on earth should I sleep, in your expert opinion?”

Belle rolled her eyes. “In the bed.” She stood, grabbing his cane from where it had fallen to the floor. “Don’t be such a fussbudget. Come on, I’ll help you into the bedroom.”

Gold made a blunted noise of outrage. “Do you think I’d be such a negligent employer - nay gentleman - as to let you freeze to death out here on the couch?”

“So, what? You’d rather martyr yourself for my comfort?”

“Yes!” he splayed his hands in exasperation.

Belle paused in her efforts to get him to take his cane and stand. “That’s… sweet. In a misguided sort of way.”

Gold’s eyes scrunched closed and he pinched the bridge of his nose, just between his eyes, with his forefinger and thumb.

Belle sighed. “Look, I know the mattress isn’t huge but it’s bigger than Bae’s bed so I think there’s plenty of room for the two of us to share.”

Without moving, Gold made the same strangled sound as he had before at Bae’s similar suggestion that they share the bed. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose before opening his eyes and removing his hand. “I hardly think that is… appropriate,” he said, without much conviction.

“Appropriate is in the eye of the beholder and the only one to behold it would be the six year old who suggested it in the first place. I think we’re on safe territory, Mr. Gold.”

It rankled her just a little that he was being so dense about this. In a little over a year, he’d barely just begun to treat her as a human being, let alone any kind of companion. Tonight he’d been so open, almost easygoing, or as easygoing as the Town Misanthrope got. She’d started to think maybe there was a chance… the way he had leaned toward her, the way he’d looked at her just moments before… that perhaps her attraction was not wholly one-sided. If that was the case, why wouldn’t he want to share a bed?

He licked his lips and, without a word, held out his hand. Belle placed his cane into it. He leaned on the cane, but did not object again as she came around to his bad side and helped him rise. Leaning on her and the cane, he limped into the bedroom.

She helped him get situated before crossing to the other side and sliding under the heavy quilt. The bed was chilly and also covered in a layer of dust (Belle made a mental note to send a cleaning service out once they got home). The blankets were unevenly distributed and sheets twisted down at the foot so she found herself sitting up and running her hands along the edges to try and fix them.

Gold shifted uncomfortably beside her as her wandering hands brushed his legs once, and then a second time. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“They’re uneven,” Belle groused, tugging at a sheet.

“Good God, woman, relax. You are off the clock. I am not Bae and I can fix my own blanket,” Gold snatched it out of her hands, rolling onto his side, away from her.

“Well, at least Bae knows how to share properly,” she replied, snaking an arm over his shoulder to pull the blanket back. “You’ve got the long end and if I don’t flip it, we’ll both have cold feet!”

He resisted for a moment before releasing it with a grumble. Belle set them to rights, smoothing the sheets up and blanket down. Gold was curled in a tight, unmoving ball and she made a face at his back.

At last she sank into the mattress, her body relaxing. She closed her eyes and let her mind meander through her day. It had been a beautiful day at the start. Gold had taken them out in a rented motorboat and shown Bae how to fish. They didn’t catch anything but that hadn’t been the point of the exercise. Bae had happily listed every fish fact he knew while his Papa listened attentively, and Belle had wished she could take a surreptitious photo. Gold looked ten years younger, lounging in the sun with his boy, relaxed and thoroughly happy. He’d even smiled at her a few times, in the brisk distracted sort of way he occasionally did these days.

Once they got back to shore, Belle had taught Bae how to recognize edible berries and they’d collected handfuls to add to the picnic lunch she’d packed. Belle kept stealing glances at Mr. Gold over Bae’s curly head. It was just so rare to see him out of a suit, dressed as he was in jeans and long sleeved shirt. The suits were always lovely and well tailored, and gave her plenty of thoughts about slowly unwrapping him like a present. Dressed down he seemed… human, like his sharp edges had been filed down. He’d caught her looking more than once, and they’d both quickly looked away.

Now she could feel the warmth of his body beside her, seeping into the sheets. She breathed out heavily through her mouth, fighting down the urge to snuggle up behind him. It was ridiculous, feeling this way for a man who could be so infuriatingly opaque. One minute they were swapping childhood stories and he looked very much like he wanted to kiss her. The next he was a human boulder, shutting her out in every way possible.

She must have drifted off at some point but a crack of thunder jolted her awake. She and Gold had rolled closer in their sleep, he on his back with an arm flung over his head and she on her side, facing him. He must also have shed the bathrobe at some point because he was only in the T-shirt now. There was barely enough light to make out his facial features but it occurred to her that he was smiling softly, unselfconsciously. She pulled herself up onto her elbow, cupping her cheek in her hand.

What would it be like to wake up like this and belong in a bed together? To lean in and kiss him awake? To have a playful little tussle before stripping each other bare and making love ‘til morning?

He made a soft little sound and Belle fancied that he was agreeing with her fantasy.

“What do you dream about, Mr. Gold?” she whispered, lowering her head back to the pillow.

Another little sound, low and masculine, greeted her query but then he fell silent and Belle fell back asleep.

The second time she woke, the rain had stopped and the moonlight shone strongly through the window. Belle had curled into Gold’s side, one arm slung over his waist. She held very, very still, listening to the thud of his heart beneath her ear. Despite the rain and the dust and the old fusty clothes, she swore she could still smell a hint of his cologne and she inhaled it deeply, trying to commit this moment to memory. The arm beneath her had fallen asleep but she couldn’t bring herself to move just yet.

She felt a rush of warm breath against the top of her head.

“Belle.”

His voice was more air than sound but it was loud enough in the now-quiet early morning.

Feeling guilty of trespassing, Belle began to shrink in on herself. Until she realized he’d used her first name. Gold had never called her anything but “Miss French” or, rarely, “Belle French”,” never just Belle. She loved the way it sounded on his lips.

“Yes?”

He released another, shakier, breath. “You’re awake.”

“Yes.”

“I… I need you to move.”

Disappointed, Belle began to slide her arm away when she realized that it had not been, as she thought, at his waist. Her arm had extended across his belly at an angle toward his hips. So as she began to roll away, her hand skimmed across… oh. Oh.

They both froze.

Belle moved first, lifting her hand away and pulling herself up on her other arm, tingling with pins and needles, to look at his face. Gold was wide eyed and slack jawed, his lips parted as he seemed to be taking one very deliberate breath after another. He studied her with an expression that bordered on fear.

Belle gathered all her courage, though her mind was sluggish with sleep and foggy with pent up desire.

“Is that… Is it because of me?” She lay her hand on his chest, noting how his heartbeat had accelerated.

“Belle,” he whispered again, almost a whimper as he added, “Belle, please…” His eyes roved her face in the moonlight, asking a question he could not seem to form with words.

“Please, what?” Tentatively, ready to pull back at any sign she was unwelcome, she slid her hand downward, toward where she’d felt him hard and straining beneath the sheet. “Is it… I want to touch you, Edmund. May I?” Her heartbeat was thudding in her ears and her pulse seemed to have relocated itself to the apex of her legs. She’d wanted him so badly for so long and it seemed like she must be imagining this happening, even now. It took every effort to keep her hand from shaking.

He shuddered just slightly as she said his name, his eyes closing briefly before reopening on her face. “Why?” His tone was incredulous.

Belle hiccuped a giddy little giggle. “Because I’ve wanted to for months? Because if I’m just dreaming again, I don’t want to waste it? Because… because you’re finally letting me? Pick your reason, Mr. Gold.” Seeing the look on his face, she self-corrected, “Edmund.”

He made a needy little sound at that and lifted the hand that lay between them to stroke the side of her face. “And how do I know I’m not the one dreaming?”

Belle smiled gently, leaning toward him until her mouth just barely hovered over his. “Only one way to find out,” she breathed. Her eyes shut, she made a silent wish before closing that infinitesimal space and kissing him. For half a second she feared he’d push her away but then the hand at her cheek slid into her messy curls, his fingers tangling between them as he held her fast. His other arm came up to wrap around her shoulders, lips parting to allow the tip of his tongue to dart between them.

Belle met that volley with a flick of her own tongue and Gold moaned into her mouth, tightening his grip. She slid down the bed, needing to be even closer, flinging a careless leg over his hips. And oh yes, there he was, pressing hot and insistent against her inner thigh. He ground himself against her as he devoured her mouth, the hand not buried in her hair tracing her waist and hip like he was learning every curve by heart.

She snaked a hand upward, running her fingertips through the baby-soft silver hair at his temples. She’d always wondered if it would feel as good as it looked and it absolutely did. They broke apart from kissing only to gasp for air, Gold breathing half a swear word into her shoulder as she moved to straddle him completely. Belle nipped at his earlobe as she centered herself on the rigid line of his cock, bringing both knees forward to gain friction where she needed it most.

His lips found purchase along the long column of her neck, trailing biting kisses up and down its length as she shivered with pleasure and shimmied her hips against his. His hands traveled down to grasp her arse and squeeze. Belle hummed her approval and he did it again, the tips of his fingers sliding to the crease at the back of each thigh, agonizingly close to her heated core. She was embarrassingly wet already, her panties sticky and clinging, twisting with her increasingly desperate undulations.

Growing frustrated with the many layers between them, Belle sat up.

Gold’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked up at her. “Is, ah, is everything….?”

“Oh God yes,” she nodded. “Just... too many clothes, don’t you think?”

Gold made a low sound of agreement, a smile on his kiss-swollen lips. “Whatever you say, Miss French.”

“Mm, can I get that in writing?” she teased. “And I thought we were on first name basis, now.”

He looked down. “I’ve never been fond of my first name.”

“Oh.” Belle bit back a frown.

“But I like it when you say it.” He met her eyes again, his tone the quiet, confessional one he’d had on the couch earlier that night. “I… like a lot of things when you say them.”

Belle felt herself melt a little inside and dipped down to press her lips to his. He kissed back hungrily and it was all she could do to pull away long enough to tug off the loose sweater. They teased and tasted one another until they were both breathless and she touched her forehead to his.

“I’d like to see you,” he murmured.

Happy to oblige, Belle kissed the tip of his nose and sat up again, feeling his cock twitch against her.

He inhaled deeply, “Fuck. You’re…” His hands shaped her waist, gliding over her ribs to cup each small breast, the nipples already pert with arousal and the chill air. She trembled as he flicked his thumbs simultaneously under their sensitive undersides before then running a thumb over each nipple. He shook his head, hair fanning on the pillow below him. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Belle blushed deeply, the color running from cheeks to chest.

Gold continued caressing her nipples with his thumbs until she was squirming, little mewling noises escaping her involuntarily. With a hand at her waist, he wordlessly directed her to lower one breast over his mouth, using his lips and tongue tease her as his other hand moved down toward the juncture of her thighs. She shifted her hips to allow him better access and he slid his hand beneath the elastic band of her borrowed pants, finding the soaking gusset of her knickers with his fingertips. He groaned at this discovery, the sound reverberating against her breast. Belle turned to allow him access to the other breast and gasped as one knuckle slid deftly along her cleft.

“Less clothes,” she mumbled, moving off of Gold to shuck her pants and underwear. Before she regained her place atop him, she tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, giving him a meaningful look.

He frowned. “Are you certain?”

Belle raised both eyebrows. “You ask that, now? Maybe I should remind you what you do to me, Mr. Edmund Gold…” Kneeling on the bed, the cold causing gooseflesh on every exposed patch of skin, she pulled his hand between her parted thighs. His fingers just barely skimmed her nether lips, coming away glistening with her arousal. He stared at them, spellbound before returning his gaze to her face. The pure adoration in his eyes was enough to leave her momentarily stunned.

She choked back an unexpected lump in her throat before gingerly reaching for his shirt, again. “Yes?”

Gold nodded, allowing her to help him sit up and divest himself of both shirt and pants. The moment they were both nude, he hauled her atop him and fervidly captured her mouth. She kissed him back with equal exuberance, rolling her hips as her slickness coated his erection. The blunt head nudged her clit and she made a needy, throaty sound that Gold eagerly swallowed. He bucked his hips beneath her, hitting the same spot again and Belle pulled back with a swear on her lips.

“Please, no more teasing… I need you,” she pleaded, almost mindless with the steadily building ache at her core. She ground herself against his cock, the head nearly slipping inside her.

“I don’t have any…” He forced the words out with some difficulty, his thighs below her tense, the muscles strained and quivering.

“Protection? It’s ok. I’ve got an IUD. And I’m clean.” Raising herself up and wrapping a hand around his shaft, she bit her lip and looked down at his face. “Please, Edmund?”

“Fucking hell, Belle,” he rasped, gripping her hips with both hands, nearly hard enough to bruise. As he lowered her hips, she guided him inside her, both hissing with pleasure as flesh met flesh, wet and hot and oh so deliciously ready. Inch by inch he filled her, her inner muscles already clenching and fluttering, until he was fully seated.

“God, you feel fucking amazing.’ His voice was almost a growl, hands still at her hips as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her.

Belle leaned in to kiss her way up his jaw to his ear. “You do too.” She canted her hips, rising up just a little before sliding back down, then repeated the motion. He rolled up and into her downward movements, echoing and answering the language of her body. “So good…” she crooned, as they began to establish a rhythm of short, sharp thrusts.

Gold’s breathing was harsh and ragged, his parted lips brushing her neck, her shoulder, her ear, whatever they could reach. Belle ducked her head to kiss his cheek, his jaw, nipping playfully at his earlobe and at his voluptuous bottom lip as heat began to spiral up her spine and down her legs. Conscious of how quiet it was without the storm, Belle held back the moans and half formed words that kept bubbling up, bursting to escape in shuddering gasps. She was getting close, slipping a hand between them to press at her sensitive little nub and riding him faster. Every fiber of her being was focused on their joining, on the way their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, his hands moulding to her flesh as he hit all the right spots within. Her peak hit her suddenly and with a blinding force. Gold’s dull nails dug into her skin as her pussy milked him hard. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder to muffle his moans as he reached his own completion.

Belle grasped his face between both hands and kissed him soundly. “That was worth waiting for,” she murmured against his lips.

He made a sound of agreement, pulling out of her reluctantly as she moved to lay on her side. “I’m only sorry I ever made you wait, sweetheart.” His tone was half amused bewilderment, half pillow talk.

Pulling the blankets up, she tucked herself against his side again, his arm curling automatically over her shoulders - as though they’d done this a million times. “Apology accepted. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“I like when you say that word, too. Again.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I mean it.” Belle tightened her arm around him, kissing his chest, just over his heart, in reply. Cocooned in his warmth, she began to drift off, noting that they probably had very little time left before dawn. It wasn’t light yet but she could almost feel the morning coming on.

Drowsily, he added. “I did dream of you, by the way. Just like this.”

Her heart gave a powerful thump in her chest and she tilted her head up to share a sleepy, lingering kiss. “Me too.”

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Mistaken Identity, a RCIJ Fic

Prompt: Tinkerbae Twins Reveal Rumbelle Grandparents

Recipient: @maddiebonanafana

Rating: PG

Summary: There’s nothing quite like having people confuse you and your crush for expecting parents.

Author’s Note: I hope you really enjoy this present, Maddie. I have to admit I struggled with it a lot because I just could NOT make it work as a rumbelle prompt. It just... it felt too difficult. The prompt would naturally venture more into Tinkerbae territory but since the focus is supposed to be Rumbelle and I wanted to give you that I tried hard to make it work and this is what came out. I’m sorry there’s no smut, the story just didn’t naturally go that way. I’m sorry that I had such problems with your prompt but I hope you like how I managed to make it all about Rumbelle in the end! Thanks for all your help!

For anyone who is curious about the products mentioned in this fic Gold and Belle go to this baby store, which I thought was very much in keeping with Tink and Bae’s aesthetics. Except that creepy sheep mobile.

It had taken Bae a year to introduce him to his girlfriend, his old resentment and mistrust making him wary of how things would go. Royce didn't really blame him, after all that had happened between them. He was happy to have been given a second chance at all, really. Cristina- "Please, call me Tink, everyone does"- Green turned out to be a lovely woman. Curious, vivacious and upbeat, and most importantly truly in love with his son. He would have welcomed her in the family even if he'd thought her a horrible person, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. Then again Bae had always been a great judge of character. Not in the way Royce himself was, cerebral and calculating, but in an empathetic way. He saw into the hearts of people.

It was such an ability that first made him distance himself from his father, back when he'd been nothing more than a twisted mass of hurt and anger. And though it had hurt like nothing else in the world had ever had, Royce was glad Bae did it. It allowed him to grow emotionally healthy and carefree, had allowed him to build himself a little family. And had allowed him to, eventually, be open to reconnecting with him, to try to repair what Gold had thought irrevocably broken. And so, little by little, Bae had introduced him to his close circle of friends, his little New York family. Perhaps as a las passive-aggressive gesture he'd started with Fa Mulan, former roommate and chef who took six months to stop giving him the stink-eye. Wendy Darling, though friendly, seemed to always be wary of him, as if she half-expected him to snap at any given moment. Her brothers were little better, though they were a tad more discreet about it.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

It had taken Bae weeks to tell him of his first days in New York City, having ran away from his mother's home. At sixteen he'd managed to take odd jobs until landing steady work as a busboy for the restaurant in which Mulan worked. It was her idea to put him up for the night when his landlord evicted him out of the blue but it was her roommate’s idea to sort of adopt him. She'd taken one look at his scrawny teen self and had decided he needed someone. Royce had no doubt Bae had fought tooth and nail against the very notion, still angry at the world and everyone in it, but there had been nothing but love in his eyes when he'd introduced him to "Mama Belle". With a name like that, he'd imagined someone different. Matronly, round, the sort of person that would adopt waifs and strays and keep one too many cats. Reality was... entirely different. Belle French was scarcely ten years older than Bae, a librarian working the Acquisitions department of the NYPL. She was small, even for his standards, and delicate-looking, though incredibly energetic at the same time, a force of nature. Neal found it easier to cave in to her gentle mothering than fight it, even though he was clearly unused to such attention.

Mama Belle was also embarrassingly attractive. A mass of gently-curled brown-red hair, impossible blue eyes, the most enchanting Australian accent he'd ever heard... it wasn't fair. He'd spent the first weeks after meeting her learning how to talk to her in words other than pathetic monosyllabic. Bae, the little shit, seemed to love it. He'd been afraid his father would lash out at Belle, a person who had gotten to be there for Bae when he hadn't, who was privy to a part of his life that Gold was struggling to access. To find him instead falling under Belle's spell was, he often said, karma.

It was Royce's reaction to Belle that finally made Bae introduce him to Cristina, a mechanical engineer working for some Manhattan-based company specializing in green energies or the like, something to do with solar panels that Tink had tried to explain to him at least five times since he'd met her. Fortunately for him his son's girlfriend seemed to be on his side, determined to see father and son working on repairing their relationship.

He considered it a triumph to have been one of the first people to hear about the pregnancy, and the later announcement that they were expecting twins. At forty-seven Royce felt a bit young for grandchildren but he didn't have to pretend to be excited. As unlikely as it seemed he loved children. Children didn't judge, didn't criticise, weren't malicious. Children loved unconditionally, passionately, without pretence or expectations. He'd loved raising Bae, even though they'd been dirt-poor at the time, and had hoped for more children in the future. And though none of his dreams had come true he now had, in a way, a second chance at that. He was wealthy now and had little to spend it on other than grandkids so when Bae asked him for help outfitting the nursery- "Tink's got her hands full trying to finish as much as possible at work before maternity leave and between work and school I just don't have the time"- he'd agreed comically fast. He hadn't considered the dynamics of it at the time, hadn't considered how little he knew about modern childcare products or Bae and Tink's own tastes. When Bae had been born, they had been too poor for anything not donated or second-hand, and had done without much of what he was sure his son and daughter-in-law would consider essential.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here."

Belle appeared next to him out of thin air, so deep in his own thoughts he'd been. Obligingly he ducked his head a little so she could kiss his cheek, something that had taken some getting used to, and smiled shyly. He was glad the fear of failing his son had pushed him into calling in reinforcements, he was sure that otherwise he wouldn't have dared bother Belle. She, gentle soul that she was, had jumped at the chance to help. At thirty-two she was of an age where friends and acquaintances were starting their own families so she was fairly familiar with what Bae and Tink would need for the twins, and were best to get it. He certainly wouldn't have located the trendy Brooklyn store by himself, with its modern industrial designs very unlike his own preferences. But it was, he acknowledged, very much in keeping with what he had seen in Bae and Tink's flat, modern and sleek.

"So, how does the grandpa-to-be feel? Must be a bit disconcerting, being a grandfather at such an age. I know when Bae joked about his children calling me "Grandma Belle" I almost hit him with a leather-bound edition of Les Mis."

He winced, hoping the glee on his face wasn't stupidly evident.

'She thinks I'm young.'

"Okay, so here we can cover most of the furniture and bedding, but I want to go to other places for the clothing, get more diversity."

It took her one raised hand and a smile to get the attention of an employee, who took one look at Gold's Brioni suit and Belle's patent leather designer shoes and snapped almost comically to action, ready to sell them every single item on the store. Thankfully, however, Belle seemed to have clear ideas about what she wanted and how she wanted it, and though she didn't use intimidation or thinly-veiled threats bur rather charm and gentle coaxing, it reminded him a lot of his own deal-making process.

"Your wife is a very astute shopper, sir."

It took him a moment to realise the shopping assistant was talking to him and a moment longer to realise she was talking to him about Belle. He felt himself grow hot in the face immediately, his mind searching for the words to explain the mistake without dissolving into unintelligible stammering.

"Come, sweetheart, I want you to see this adorable bassinet I just discovered."

As he allowed himself to be lovingly-dragged by Belle he looked around, seeing many sets of eyes on them, many of them male, all of them faintly questioning. And it struck him that what they saw was an old, besotted fool and the pretty young thing he had somehow managed to knock up. They thought they were a couple, shopping and preparing for the arrival of a baby. And, embarrassingly, he found himself loving it. It was easy, especially given Belle's tactile nature, to wrap an arm loosely around her waist and lean close to study the bassinet she was pointing at, easy to keep close to her as they moved on to the mobile section.

"Oh, God, who would buy that awful sheep mobile? It looks like it could be the centre part of a horror movie argument."

It was the shopping experience he'd always wanted for when he'd been waiting for Bae's arrival. A full wallet, a warm and enthusiastic partner and all the time in the world. Belle, with her whimsical yet practical nature, was a perfect complement to his own rather extravagant and over-indulgent tastes. Every purchase meant a lively debate, complete with good-natured bantering and a thrilling dash of flirting. It became a game of sorts between them, a gentle tug-o-war that lead to some interesting purchases.

"Tink's gonna love that giant bunny lamp, just you wait."

"I'm still telling Bae it was solely your idea. I'll tell them I fought valiantly, made him proud."

After the first store came others, and though he had a minor scare when Belle realised people were mistakenly assuming they were expecting parents, she didn't seem to mind, rather the contrary. She played it up, made it a part of her rather formidable shopping strategy. And though he knew it was stupid, and risky and likely to leave him emotionally compromised, he gave himself over to the fantasy completely. It was bittersweet how easy it was, how little effort it required. He was prickly by nature, skittish and touch-shy, but it wasn't so with Belle. Something about her made it dangerously easy to lower his defences, to let her in. By the time the sun began to sink and they exited their last shop, Toys R Us, he knew he was a goner.

"Well, this was fun, being pregnant for a day. Thanks for letting me tag along."

"I couldn't have done this without you. Had no idea babies required so many things, other than the obvious. And I'm glad that people's assumptions didn't make you uncomfortable. I'll admit it was easier to pretend."

Belle bit her lip, which he quickly categorised as the world's most erotic unconscious habit, and tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe people could... mistake us for a couple on their first date? Say... on Sunday? I know a lovely place for brunch, most divine omelettes and a raspberry jam to die for."

It took him a rather long amount of time to process her words, to pair them up with the hopeful, open expression on her face and the rather endearing nervous way in which she tugged a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Y-y-yes, that'd be... yes. Sunday. This Sunday. Around eleven?"

"Eleven would be perfect."

A year later Mr and Mrs Gold were amused at having to pretend to be expecting their second son instead of their first.

"It's the bunny lamp. No shop is going to forget the couple that bought a toddler-sized bunny night lamp."

"Oh, hush and look at this adorable tree bookcase. I swear the moment I saw it I felt Gideon kick. We must have it."

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One Night (Part 2)

Ahh.. Clichés, don’t you just love them? So here’s part 2 of the dream I had of Kit and Sophie getting it on. I remember bits and pieces but I remember there was lots of kissing. And don’t mind Robb, I just think it would be a funny scene for him to discover what Jon and Sansa had been up to. And also, I am in love with Robb Stark. Book Robb and show Robb (Richard Madden is bae). Sigh… Anyway, enjoy this cheesy, tarty, smutty trash and it’s okay if you blushed reading it.. (I did haha) and it’s okay if you don’t. I just needed to get it out of my system. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs! Enjoy Jonsa cruisers! You guys are the best! xxx *************

Jon’s eyes bulged at her request. He blinked twice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Sansa was still staring at him, waiting, her luscious body in that dress turned towards him. What a night this was turning out to be.

“Jon?”

“Sansa.. A-are you sure about this? I mean, I love you and god the things I wanna do to you…” Jon’s voice trailed off as Sansa inched closer to him, till they were both face to face, noses almost touching.

Sansa didn’t say a word. She couldn’t and she didn’t need to. The thong she was wearing was getting increasingly damp and all she needed was some relief. Even if it was just making out and some dry humping, as long as she got off, it would suffice. But something told her that Jon wasn’t going to only let that be. But still she shivered slightly, imagining the ‘things’ Jon wanted to do to her. Sansa took Jon’s hand and brought it to her lips. They felt rough and calloused but smooth and his skin was hot to the touch. Sansa stuck out her tongue and licked his digits, shyly at first, her blue eyes on him constantly. Jon gasped and his jaw hung open as he watched Sansa’s tongue caress his fingers one by one, feeling his cock leaping to life, desiring the same attention.

“There’s more of that if you want… Come to bed, ” Sansa seductively suggested as she led the way to her bedroom.

Her room was just like her, bright and pretty and smelled amazing. Jon never ventured into her room much except to look for her when he needed to do laundry. He never noticed how colour coordinated it was. Jon jumped as he felt a piece of clothing hit him on the head. It was Sansa’s dress. Her perfume mixed with her scent was heaven to him. Soon, Jon was faced with a very naked and giggling Sansa clad only in her black lace thong. Jon had to pull at his crotch to adjust himself. His cock was begging to be released.

“Ohh.. My Sansa.. You’re fucking beautiful,” Jon was in awe as Sansa inched nearer to him, backing him towards her bed. Jon felt the edge of the bed bump against his calves and sat on her bed as Sansa undid his belt and jeans and straddled him. Jon had to watch Sansa’s face as she did so, her eyes gleaming with desire and hunger. She was horny and he was her relief. Whatever it was, Jon may never have this chance ever again, so he took it all in as much as he could for as long as it lasted. Sansa giggled as Jon watched her every move.

“Are you gonna watch me all day or are you going to be an active participant Jon Targaryen? Show me what you want to do to me.. ” Sansa whispered, her breath hot on his ears and neck and Jon turned to claim her mouth with his. He probed her mouth with his tongue, this time hungrily and Sansa reciprocated with the same ferocity. Jon broke away for a moment to take off his t shirt and went back to nipping at her neck and collarbone, her skin smooth, pale and delicious.

Sansa enjoyed straddling him, she loved his mouth on her body, relishing every touch and every sliver of his tongue brought her trembling pleasure. They were both as naked as the day they were born, her on top of him, his hands squeezing her cheeks and almost urgently pushing her down to him where he needed her the most. She wanted the kissing to last all night if she could, he was too good. Where he learned to make a woman feel this good she had no clue but she didn’t care. Jon was full of surprises tonight. Sansa gasped as she felt a hardness touching her entrance, it felt meaty and large. She sighed knowing full well that she was slick and well lubricated enough for him to slip in and for them to cross the point of no return. It was so tempting but she wanted the night to last.

Sansa never really had experience of giving head before, her past boyfriends were all about getting the deed done, foreplay was never part of their routine. But she could try, since Margaery said it was incredibly sexy. Sansa slowly inched down, returning Jon’s kisses on her body with her own. Sansa heard Jon hiss with pleasure as she neared his navel and soon came face to face with his cock. Hard and dark and just as handsome looking as Jon was, his cock was glistening. Sansa figured it was probably from her own juices mixed with his pre cum. That thought made Sansa even wetter than she thought possible. Sansa grasped the stiff shaft in her hands, it was bigger than she thought, which made her mouth water. Sansa gingerly licked the tip and that made Jon groan. Sansa decided it was now or never. They went this far, might as well go all the way. With that as encouragement, Sansa opened her mouth and swallowed Jon whole.

“Ahh! Fuck Sansa ! Your mouth… Oh my god that’s so good!” Jon howled as he felt Sansa’s warm mouth engulf him from tip to the bottom. Sansa almost gagged as Jon’s cock reached the back of her throat but she relaxed and felt her mouth able to accommodate more of Jon’s length. She felt Jon squeezing her shoulder and a hand grabbing at her hair. Margaery was right, it was sexy, now that she was watching Jon lose all control having her mouth over him. And boy, he tasted good. Sansa’s head bobbed up and down as she sucked Jon like a yummy ice lolly, feeling him getting even harder as she did. Sansa’s eyes were closed, enjoying his smooth hard cock in her mouth but opened when she felt him lightly tap her shoulder. Sansa looked up and saw Jon pointing to her to move up. Jon kissed her as she reached to face him, it was undeniably sexy to her how he loved to kiss.

“I want to taste you too, turn around so I can eat you while you suck my cock Sansa Stark.. I wanna make you come,” the dirty talk that rolled off his tongue as his hands groped and fondled her breasts gave Sansa another gush of wetness. She was awfully turned on by this man, who somehow knew how to push the right buttons. Sansa nodded and turned around so her butt was in Jon’s face. Sansa whimpered as she felt Jon’s hands grab at her butt cheeks and she moaned as his hands started to spread them apart. She was fully exposed and she loved it. She grabbed at his cock again, licking and sucking but groaned loudly with his cock still in her mouth as she felt something wet and warm dart in and out of her wet folds.

His tongue was probing her inner walls and his mouth was sucking on her mound. Sansa had to stop and take in a breath as Jon’s tongue found a little nub of flesh which made Sansa pause. It was too much for her to bear. Jon made good on his promise to make her come and tonight was it. The thought drove up the pleasant pressure as it rose within her. It got more and more intense and as she felt Jon’s mouth enclosed on it, and Sansa felt an explosion in her insides.

For a second, Sansa was almost out of her own body, but then found herself trembling and quaking riding on the pleasure wave that Jon had gifted her. Jon held on to her tightly as she trashed about trying to recover from the earth shattering orgasm. Sansa’s grip on Jon’s hard cock loosened as her body went slack. She leaned her head on his thighs as she panted for air. She felt Jon move his body around and shifted hers, his strong arms effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Jon caressed her face and kissed her forehead, his eyes looking into hers, full of love and adoration for her just as he had just confessed to a while ago.

“Sansa, you all right sweet girl? You tasted amazing… I can’t wait to make love to you, do you want me to Sansa? Can I make love to you, my darling girl?” Jon cooed as he stroked her face lovingly. Sansa smiled and moved herself to her desired position. After what he gave her, it only felt right that they were joined together as one. Sansa nodded and kissed him, her hands reaching out below her to grab his cock and placing it at her entrance.

Jon’s mouth paused to gasp as she did so, his eyes looking into hers. It was perfect, as it dawned upon Sansa that she once had a dream that she had made love to a man whilst looking into his eyes. And now here she was, ready to be taken by this amazing man, wanting to make her his, joining their bodies as one, looking into her eyes longingly and lovingly. He literally was the man of her dreams. Jon felt her wetness welcome him and it took all his might to not come right there and then. He was not going to ruin his and Sansa’s night by coming prematurely. If he was an expert in anything, it was waiting. He had waited three long years for this. Finally it was in his grasp. And how wonderful it felt.

Sansa bit her lip and shut her eyes, as she stroked his cock on top of her wet slit. And that was all it took for Jon to thrust into her, his cock fully sheathed in her wet folds. Sansa and Jon both groaned in unison, the pleasure from the union of their bodies was beyond anything they had both imagined. Sansa felt as if Jon’s cock was made specially to fit in her. He made her feel full and glorious. Jon started to move and his slow thrusts were deliberate and enjoyable. Sansa had never felt anything so hot and sexy in her life. She wondered if this was what people were talking about - that making love to someone you love and care about was the best feeling in the world. Well, they were right.

Sansa loved hearing Jon moan and calling out her name as he fucked her, his cock massaging her inner walls as it moved in and out. Sansa felt the familiar pressure again building up in her. Jon watched as Sansa’s face contorted in bliss, realising that she was near orgasm. Jon wanted to come with her, it would be so romantic. Sansa gripped Jon’s shoulder and her mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasm caught her by surprise, her muscles contracting, sucking and milking on Jon’s cock as he pistoned in and out of her. Her orgasm shook her body, mind and soul. Jon continued his pumping and every thrust became more frantic as he felt his own orgasm near. Her squeezing walls were too much to hold off any longer. He howled as he spent inside her, his hot seed flooding her canal. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he rested on top of her, both of them gasping for air.

Sansa kissed Jon as she laid her head on top of his heaving chest. This was one night to remember and she vowed never to forget it, if they never had a chance like this again.

“I didn’t know it was possible, but I believe I love you more now than ever Sansa Stark. There’s no one else for me now. Not ever. It’s you. It will always be you.” Jon finally spoke, as her fingers ran through her hair, slightly matted from the sweat of their coupling moments ago.

Sansa couldn’t help but notice the slight waver in his voice. His earnestness tugged at her heart. She didn’t want this to be some casual one night thing. She adored him too, he was more than a friend or even a cousin for that matter. Whatever little love she had for him, would only grow now that they both had a taste of what they each had to offer. And boy, he was a good fuck. Sansa turned her head and looked up at him.

“Then you shall have me, Jon. Let’s see where this goes.”

Jon didn’t need her to tell him she loved him back. He had her in his arms, he had her in his mouth, he had his cock buried and come inside her and loved every bit of it. Sansa saying yes to giving him a chance to let this relationship blossom was all he needed. He wanted to be the best boyfriend she ever had. He wanted to be the one and only husband if it ever came to being.

Fuck everyone else, they wouldn’t understand what they had. It was only Sansa that mattered and only Sansa he wanted. If it came down to it, it would be them both against the world. He would do anything for her. Jon’s thoughts drifted back to the room as he felt Sansa’s rhythmic breathing on his chest. She looked beautiful even in her sleep. This was one night that he never wanted to forget. If it was all he ever had, he would hold her until the night ended. And how he wished it lasted forever.

“We will always have tonight, Sansa, no matter what happens. I love you,” Jon whispered to Sansa and propped up slightly but gently to kiss her head. Sansa purred and smiled sleepily in acknowledgement. Jon smiled as he watched her sleep, his eyes slowly closing, his body spent from the passionate love making with his Sansa.

“Jon! Sansa! What the fuck??” Sansa and Jon stirred from their sleep and was greeted by a very shocked Robb Stark.

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