I was thinking about Belle and the fact that I generally tag posts about her as Belle French/Belle Gold/Belle French-Gold, because I can’t bring myself to pick only one of these options. Most importantly, I was trying to understand why do I love so much to call her Belle Gold (aside from the obvious fact that I’m Rumbelle trash), when I really wouldn’t like to change my surname after marriage. It’s just not a thing where I live, and it feels like an unnecessary complication. Plus my name, my full name, is how I’ve known myself my entire life; it would feel so weird to start calling myself something else. Now, back to Belle: would a woman like her, who cherishes her independence and self-determination, change her surname after marriage?
Surprisingly, my answer was yes. “French” means nothing to her. It’s not even her cursed name, it’s her father’s cursed name. It’s a leftover from a curse under which she basically didn’t exist, a reminder of over 28 years spent in a tiny, cold cell. But Gold? Gold, albeit just as fake as French, is a name that has a meaning to it. By taking the surname Gold, Belle is giving importance to the man and the life she chose.
I’m still gonna use all three tags, but I really like this little explanation I found for Belle Gold.
I think how she felt about it might’ve also depended on where she was in her relationship with Rumple. She might’ve loved it more when they were together vs. estranged for example.
“I’m a massive Rumbelle. I have to be a Rumbelle. Because I was in that episode with them on four, and that performance… Like Emilie’s scene with Bobby. I was gone. I was talking to Bobby about it the day after they filmed that, and he was like ‘I was trying to keep it together, I just couldn’t keep it together’. Because they’ve known each other for like seven years, Bobby and Emilie. And just to do that scene together, and kind of, that final farewell… he just said he lost it. He was a mess.”
— Rose Reynolds on her Instagram Live, 11/6/17 (via rumbellesource)
OUAT will soon be over, and I’m feeling nostalgic. It occurred to me that I have never written post-2×01 reunion smut, so here goes. Have some Rumple self-loathing and Belle going for what she wants
He told her he was a monster, and she smiled at him.
It was almost too incredible to believe. Firstly, that Belle was alive. Secondly, that she didn’t hate him for what he had done. Thirdly, that she loved him. Or at least she said that she did. He couldn’t understand why. She was as beautiful as ever, of course, and he… well, he was as dark as ever. His stunt with the wraith proved that. She had forgiven him, because that was who she was, but rage still burned in him. Rage and fury and the desire to skin Regina alive. He wouldn’t, though. Not now. Not yet.
He had been sitting in the shop as night fell, spinning gold almost without thinking, getting used to the magic flowing through his body once more. It was different here, but not so different that it affected his abilities. The Dark Curse, it seemed, transcended realms. He had let the power flow through him, out through his fingertips into the straw, spinning threads of gold to coil and spool onto the floor at his feet. It was comforting, calming, and the sound of the shop doorbell had barely registered.
This is perfect! Of course Belle has to made the first move. Rumple should’ve known that Belle would read any book she get her hands on *snickers* good thing he didn’t check the books in the Dark Castle library when he gave it to Belle 😉
We know how curious our girl is – I wish they had time to act out every chapter of that book she read 😀
That does hit all the nostalgia buttons! Thanks for writing.
And of course Rumple would be good at cooking and thoughtful enough to remember what Belle liked.
Yeah, I always headcanon Rumple as being a good cook. There’s the potion-making, for a start, and also having been poor means having to know how to cook what you can afford and make it as nutritious and tasty as you can.
OUAT will soon be over, and I’m feeling nostalgic. It occurred to me that I have never written post-2×01 reunion smut, so here goes. Have some Rumple self-loathing and Belle going for what she wants
He told her he was a monster, and she smiled at him.
It was almost too incredible to believe. Firstly, that Belle was alive. Secondly, that she didn’t hate him for what he had done. Thirdly, that she loved him. Or at least she said that she did. He couldn’t understand why. She was as beautiful as ever, of course, and he… well, he was as dark as ever. His stunt with the wraith proved that. She had forgiven him, because that was who she was, but rage still burned in him. Rage and fury and the desire to skin Regina alive. He wouldn’t, though. Not now. Not yet.
He had been sitting in the shop as night fell, spinning gold almost without thinking, getting used to the magic flowing through his body once more. It was different here, but not so different that it affected his abilities. The Dark Curse, it seemed, transcended realms. He had let the power flow through him, out through his fingertips into the straw, spinning threads of gold to coil and spool onto the floor at his feet. It was comforting, calming, and the sound of the shop doorbell had barely registered.
This is perfect! Of course Belle has to made the first move. Rumple should’ve known that Belle would read any book she get her hands on *snickers* good thing he didn’t check the books in the Dark Castle library when he gave it to Belle 😉
We know how curious our girl is – I wish they had time to act out every chapter of that book she read 😀
That does hit all the nostalgia buttons! Thanks for writing.
And of course Rumple would be good at cooking and thoughtful enough to remember what Belle liked.
You were once the most powerful villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor super hero who isn’t aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes..but you step in.
She asks him why maybe a dozen times before they decide to get married. It’s not hard to figure out where he goes in the little hours of the morning, not hard to follow him to the edges of forests and abandoned towns and deserts, not hard to smell the spandex, blood and sweat that he wears home. He’s always got bags under his eyes and dirt under his nails and the blood that stains their welcome mat is more often his than not.
So she asks him why before they decide to get married because for all her mysteries, she can’t have him be one.
(Hypocrite isn’t the worst name she’s ever been called.)
He hardly looks surprised at the question, lips quirking as his fingers find the condensation on the glass in front of him. He runs his forefinger up the side, the move thoughtlessly seductive, before drawing it away. The water follows, a thin stream of twisting molecules for a long moment before the tension snaps and it forms a circle hovering above the pad of his finger.
“I may not be a Superhero,” he says, “or even a hero. But when I needed someone, when I really needed someone, a superhero was there. It’s an amazing thing to experience. The rescue. The salvation. It’s…indescribable. It makes you thankful in way you didn’t know you could be.” He allows the water to drop to the diner table and gives her a warm, nostalgic smile. “I want everyone to have that, even if it’s just some guy in a mask with a spray of water at his command. I became Zone for that and I’ve never regretted it. Not once. ”
She’s surprised by the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. She hasn’t cried in public for years, normally doesn’t even have to worry about the possibility after years of being on guard. That’s what’s special about Gannon; he makes her feel vulnerable and safe all at once. Comforted. Able to exist within herself, at peace.
She reaches past her empty breakfast plate to cover his hand with her hot palm. The smile she returns is new, her most precious treasure and something she’d never think twice about giving him.
Rush's tumblr archive 