Synopsis: Belle French’s life revolves around books. During the day she works as a librarian, and in the evenings she writes stories of her own. Everyday she watches Mr. Gold lock up his shop and everyday she swears that she’ll wave or do something, but she never does. If this were one of her stories then Mr. Gold would have noticed her watching him, and one day their eyes would meet and he would confess that he liked her as well. The problem was, life wasn’t a story. If it was, then Belle would have written herself a happy ending a long time ago.
Note: Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling in January. The prompt was Public/Semi Public Sex. I know the rule is to post in the last week of the month, but I really like to post fic on Tuesdays and I didn’t have anything else prepared. If it means this doesn’t count and it won’t get included on the masterlist then so be it. I’m hoping I’ll be able to write something else anyway. This fic also uses a prompt I liked that didn’t get picked, for the Great Rumbelle Blow-Off, which was Librarian!Belle
is a shy woman who secretly writes erotic stories. Anyway, enjoy! 🙂Warning: It’s nsfw, rated explicit.
Belle French
sighed softly to herself as she locked up the library. The days were starting
to get shorter as autumn turned to winter, and she shivered as the breeze
teased the hair escaping from her practical pony-tail. It tickled her neck as
she lingered in the doorway, her gaze going across the road to the pawnshop
down the street. Leaves skittered on the ground, as she half-hid behind the
open door, watching Mr. Gold lock up his shop.She could see
the breeze was tugging at his hair as well, the strands rippling. He had his
dark overcoat slung over his arm, and leant heavily on his cane as he strode
round the side of the shop to the alley where he parked his dark Cadillac.
Belle sighed again and pushed the door closed, turning the key in the lock with
a definitive click. She glanced around the library, but it had been a slow day
and everything was already in it’s place. With nothing else to do, she made her
way up the spiral metal staircase to her apartment.The moment she
was inside, Belle wandered over and pressed the power button on her computer,
slumping down in the chair in front of the monitor. Everyday she swore that she
would wave, or do something other than stare like a stalker, and everyday she
just stood there hiding behind the door. If this were a romance story then Mr.
Gold would have noticed her watching him, and one day their eyes would meet and
he would confess that he’d been watching her too, and they would all live
happily ever after.This was SO CUTE! I adore clashes of fandom and “real life” in fic, it’s sort of meta but also very relateable. I can really feel everything that Belle feels about writing. Lovely way of getting these two nerds together.
Haha you’ll notice I didn’t say what fandom it was. I just skated on that whole thing because it didn’t really matter and I don’t think I’m that inventive. My choice was either pick a different actual fandom, or come up with some sort of spin on the show. It was easier just to handwave it. Yeah Belle’s romantic cliche came to life – she’d been pining after Gold, and it turns out he actually had been pining after her as well 🙂 Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it!