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Author’s Note: Each vignette are an individual piece, and do not follow a sequential order. But there is a theme; see if you can guess it. :)
Fic: Shells
Title: Shells
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This time, he is not the one who does the breaking. Spoilers for 2x12, ‘In The Name Of The Brother’.
i’ll keep you company
So I wrote a little something for this prompt: “DARE! Try and write in no more than 300 words, the saddest Rumbelle fic known to man.”
Promises
Title: Promises
Pairing: Rumbelle (well DUH)
Genre: Angst? I don’t feel pain anymore with these two…
Notes: This popped into existence after reading a line from the episode summary for 2x04, remembering a short story I’d already written, and pushes from Marquesa. I BLAME MARQUESA FOR THIS FIC. Slight AU, as we don’t know what happens with Emma and MM yet.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This wasn’t even in the ballpark of allowed to happen.
Gold stared at his (was she still his? Could he still say that?) darling Belle through the windows to her rooms, their last conversation looping in his mind.
Rainy Days
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a Blu-ray copy of the first season.
Author’s Note: This is slightly AU as I am having Belle remember the entire time of the curse
Prompt: Could you do something with Belle telling Mr. Gold about how lonely she was in the asylum?
It was hard for Mr. Gold to not see the look in his true love’s eyes on a rainy day. It was never a look of boredom, but one of great sadness. It has been a rocky two months for them as a couple and he was trying his best not to push the subject of her imprisonment. It had rained at least five times in that time period and every time he saw the same look.
Title: Whiskey and Water
Rating: T-ish(?) for excessive drinking and very minor language
Ship: Rumbelle
Summary: Mr. Gold reflects on Belle one night in his Storybrooke home. Angst ensues.
A/N: Inspired by the song “Wake Me Up” by Rascal Flatts. I heard it and a figurative plot bunny approached from the nearby woods.
No, actually it was more like a literal not-quite-plot deer, but still.
Forever Isn’t Long At All
“It’s forever Dearie. Those were your words Rumplestilskin. That was our deal.” was what the young woman locked up in a cell deep within the Evil Queen’s dungeons wanted to tell him. She laughed bitterly at her fate, for she knew that crying would only mean that
Broken Hearts
It was rainy day in Storybrooke, and the most hated man in town sat upon his bed, with the love of his life laying down, her head in his lap. It was on days like this that the pair sat in silence and watched the rain that fell down, hitting the window pain like bullets. The curse was not broken, not yet, but they both remembered. Remembering was the worst curse, and Regina made sure that Belle remembered him.
