categories, my first idea was HieroIves, like I told you at first, but I seem to can’t make those idea work. So, I settle for this little Rumbelle story.
I’m really glad and honored to be your zookeeper, I didn’t intended it to finished this late and I am really sorry. I hope you enjoy the comic.
FOR ALL THAT’S HOLY, GIRL. THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! I loved all about it, and their tails are GORGEOUS.
The bit where he is in shadows… *shivers* so good! For a moment it made me doubt whether it was him or whatever Belle needed help with.
SO GOOD. YOU’RE ASTOUNDING AND I LOVE THIS.
*hugs it all*
*especially the last b/w bit with their hands* AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
Summary: Belle’s friends drag her out for drinks and karaoke on one of her last nights in Storybrooke. After a couple of glasses, she gets up the nerve to sing a song about unrequited love, secretly directed at her friend Mr. Gold. Except Mr. Gold is in the audience.
Notes: For the June prompt at @a-monthly-rumbelling: drinking, karaoke, dancing, kissing, date. I think I worked them all in in some way. Go me. Also note the blink and you’ll miss it Red Warrior. 😉 Unbeta’d so there’s probably tons of errors.
“Come on, Belle!” Ruby whined. “You have to come out with us.”
Belle gave her friend a look as Ariel came around to sit on her other side. At the end of the counter, Mr. Gold waited for Granny to ring up his lunch order. He barely spared her a glance as he handed over the money, and she sighed.
“Yeah, Belles,” said Ariel as she twisted back and forth on the stool. “It’s your last weekend in Storybrooke. Monday you’ll be in the big city, and you’ll forget all about us and this little po-dunk town.”
“Oh, I will not,” Belle said, smiling and shaking her head. “I could never forget either of you!”
“So you’re coming tonight, right?” Ariel asked, tilting her head as her smile widened into a grin.
Ruby slid off her stool and stood between Belle and Ariel, her arms around both women’s shoulders. “There’ll be karaoke…” she said in a sing-song voice.
Why does Emilie have 900 pounds of makeup on her face?
Why hasn’t anything actually happened yet?
“Rumplestiltskin dealing poorly with a year of trauma? We don’t know what you’re talking about, he’s just a dick??”
This plot is a fuckin mess
The CGI gives me secondhand embarrassment
Anticlimactic af
Pros:
Robert Carlyle looks like, really really hot.
Yep, basically! I can’t find any other reason to watch this season past their dance scene in 4×01. (And for information I love to pick Gold’s heads in season 4 for my manips, he’s always grinning like naughty grins ^^).
And honestly all of the cons could apply to season 5 and 6 too (except maybe for the make-up, they did stop painting her face, thank god…). I think for me the Camelot plot in 5A was the most boring of the whole show…
Another pro: Everyone wrote really great fix-it fic for it because canon was so, so, so bad.
Summary: Belle is a teacher, Gold is the parent of a student, and during parent-teacher conference night, they find themselves alone with their mutual attraction.
Chapter Summary:
After a tutoring session, Belle and Gold find themselves alone in the house and unable to resist temptation.
Notes: The school year is over, but Belle and Gold’s sexy shenanigans are not! So yeah here’s the more I promised. There may continue to be even more. IDK where this is going but here we are.
Belle couldn’t look at Mr. Gold for the last few weeks of the school year without blushing.
She would pass him on the street, or end up behind in him in line at Clark’s drugstore, and her face would flush , burning all the way up to her ears. He would greet her cordially, a knowing little smile curving his lips, his eyes trailing up and down her body as it had the evening of the parent teacher conferences. Her voice would all but leave her, and she knew he noticed her squeaky, nervous responses.
She was beginning to believe that he did it on purpose, that he was trying to drive her spare or rile her up. Their time together kept replaying over and over in her mind. It was all she could think about some nights, driving her to touch herself and wish it was him, biting back a cry of his name. She refused to give him the satisfaction even if he’d never know. It wasn’t surprising that they hadn’t talked about what happened on parent teacher conference night , but it left her wondering what was next.
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