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Dream!Belle, how was your wedding night? Rumple, same question!

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(There are two answers to this question. The in-universe answer which is probably what you want, and the out of character answer which I feel is important to explain.)

Belle: That is rather a personal question! I should just say I am perfectly satisfied and leave it at that. Given all the prejudice against Rumple I feel I should go further. To say I am satisfied is not enough. Even with the books I’d read, some of which would have scandalized my parents, I still wasn’t fully prepared.

I think perhaps because of the true love Rumple and I share, it made for a magical experience, not just a physical joining but something far more intimate than that. I loved being close to Rumple, and it was very pleasurable. An experience I’d like to repeat again … as often as possible.

Rumple: *cough* a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell dearie, not even a beast. Suffice to say it was an experience I will never forget. If it just occurs once, I will treasure the memory for the rest of my days. After all, Belle’s curiosity will have been sated now, there’s no reason she’d want to repeat the experience.

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Right ok now the explanation that I want to add. This was a gift fic for Mayday Menagerie. I was a backup zookeeper so it’s already weeks behind when everyone else got their gift. My giftee ticked the box for smut and obviously this story didn’t have any. So while I’ve delivered a complete story, I failed at meeting that part of the brief. I still owe the smut.

Words have been difficult this month, and I have no idea really where the month has gone. I swear I blinked and the month of May has just disappeared. I made a post the other day saying that I was struggling particularly with smut, which is why I posted this story without the smut. I didn’t want my poor giftee to be waiting any longer for their gift.

So you wanted to know how the wedding night went – so do I! Because that’s what I was going to write for the smut. Hopefully you will see this in fic form in the not too distant future.

The people of Avonlea are lucky that Belle loves them so much, because if I was Rumple and I heard them talking like that about the person that sacrificed herself for them and was also the sweetest person ever I’d be tempted to take up where Maleficent left off! Maybe he can give them the sniffles or something, nothing deadly, just annoyed for anyone that doubts her. (But then that would just add to the legend wouldn’t it? Bad mouth the Dark One’s lady and you’ll get sick!)

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I’d like to turn the whole wretched lot of them into snails!

They don’t deserve Belle … but then neither do I. Thankfully for everyone Belle doesn’t see it that way. Their attitude hurts her but if something happened to them, that would hurt her more.

Completely ignoring them works best. If I can’t snail the ignorant, ungrateful *devolves into muttered insults* … as I was saying if I can’t give the miserable, pathetic *deep breath* … then I can help Belle by distracting her. She always wanted to see the world. So long as she stays out of sight while I’m dealing, she’s welcome to accompany me everywhere I go. I’ll take her to every realm within the reach of my power.

Life with me is hardly a prize, she has lost much, the least I can do is make one of her dreams come true.

What did the people of Avonlea think Dream!Rumple did to Dream!Belle? Did they think she had some kind of inherent darkness that no one could see until he brought it out of her? Or did they think he poisoned her in some way and she was pure before he got his claws and *ahem* unmentionables into her?

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Those that knew Belle, like the servants at the palace, thought that she was an odd girl. She was always buried in a book and she was utterly unafraid of getting her hands dirty. Noble ladies should be polite, and demure, seen to look lovely but not heard. Belle was strong-willed and wasn’t quiet about her opinions. There was once a small fire in the kitchen. Two visiting ladies took to their beds in shock, Belle was seen to be helping fetch water and tend to wounds, uncaring of how it ruined her gown.

Belle wasn’t allowed out of the palace much, she often had to sneak out to go to the village. Those that knew her there, knew her to be kind. She was always willing to listen, and she didn’t look down her nose at them. She would give them whatever coin she had, but she’d give them her time. Such as sitting with the children and telling them stories. The villagers loved her but at the same time they knew it wasn’t normal behavior for a princess.

Nobody thought Belle had inherent darkness until the whispers started. Then all these previous events were cast into a different light. For example, Belle tended to wounds because she was fascinated by the suffering, not because she wanted to help. Belle had never fit with their expectations – an odd girl that Belle – and people don’t like things that are different.

Once her association with the Dark One was known. Even those that refused to believe she was dark before, and had thought her pure, now thought she was dark. To take up with such a beast, to profess to love him … I suppose some might have blamed Rumple for poisoning her but Belle had always been odd. There was enough doubt, and conflicting stories, that nobody felt they should rescue her. What was done, was done.

Did the people from Avonlea in Dream Come True ever rise up and overthrow Belle’s parents and Gaston for sending her away?

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Unfortunately history is written by the victors.

Avonlea knew that Princess Belle had protected them against Maleficent but that only put questions in their mind. How had the princess managed such a feat when so many strong knights had failed? The reveal that her true love was the Dark One, and the official (and unofficial) comments from the palace, seemed to confirm their suspicions. Princess Belle had saved them but at what cost? She was irretrievably contaminated by darkness. They were thankful for their lives but they didn’t want her to return, for what might she bring with her?

So no Avonlea never rose up against Belle’s parents or Gaston. They believed what they were told. Some even thanked Gaston and Belle’s parents for their fortitude, as it’s always harder if the enemy is someone you know. Those that questioned the story, having known Belle and her goodness, were swiftly told of her corruption. The Dark One’s reputation grew even more as a new batch of stories were told to frighten children – that of the fallen princess and her dark husband.

Dream Come True (May Day Menagerie)

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Synopsis: Avonlea is burning. Entire villages wiped out, one by one, as Maleficent in dragon form rains down destruction from the sky.  A war party is dispatched; their broken and shattered corpses returned with a puff of magical smoke. Several brave knights set out, seeking to became dragonslayers, but none return alive. Princess Belle decides it’s time for a different approach. She goes into battle not with a sword but with her compassion and a pouch of fairy dust.  Belle strikes a deal with Maleficent. Her kingdom, her friends, and her family will all live if Maleficent gets one last act of revenge. Belle willingly goes under the sleeping curse, facing eternal sleep; her only hope is that someday her prince will come…

Note: Written for @maydaymenagerie. @tinuviel-undomiel I’m your backup/replacement zookeeper. I am so sorry for the delay! I feel awful about it. I don’t know if it was this fic or just this month but words haven’t come easy. This fic is very much a group effort really because I couldn’t have done it without the help and support of @little-inkstone and @worryinglyinnocent, but especially @mariequitecontrarie who beta read the first two chapters and gave me a shot of hope when I really needed it. Any mistakes are mine.

There isn’t any smut in this fic, and I know that you ticked the smut box. I was going to write a separate smut oneshot immediately following on from the fade to black at the end. I haven’t done that yet, and given how long you’ve already been waiting, I didn’t want to wait any longer to post this. So I know ‘to be continued’ isn’t really allowed but this is a complete story, it just doesn’t have smut. Sorry about that. I will write the smut and tag you as soon as I can.

I see on your blog you weren’t well yesterday. I hope you are feeling better and I hope that you’ll enjoy the fic!

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ripperblackstaff:

still-searching47:

Last month I wrote a fair bit of smut. It was almost embarrassing actually how many smut fics I posted. This month I’m looking at the list and I have smut fics to write and I really don’t want to write them. It’s like I’ve lost all impetus to write smutty fics. Does anyone else get that?

Go with you flow 🙂
If the flow tells you no smut, then no smut.
There can be too much of a good thing 🙂 If you eat ribeyes steak everyday, it’s delicious, but you’ll need a break.
So get to it a little later when the call of the Dark D and the librarian V gets loud again 🙂

@barpurplewrites reblogged:

Smut fatigue happens to my Muse too. No pun intended, but I have to be in the mood to write smut, If you ain’t feeling it don’t write it.

@anneelliotscat replied:

All the time. Maybe it’s time for fluff, or worldbuilding, or costume porn. Maybe there are some plot bunnies that need to be pulled out to see if they’ve shown any sign of turning into Actual Plots.

This makes me feel better. Thank you guys! It’s just frustrating when there are events and stuff because they are obviously time sensitive. Words generally are being a bit of a pain at the moment, and with smut I’ve always needed it to be more than just about the act. Maybe if I can find the missing emotion, or character development, then it’ll give me the impetus. If not then I guess I’ll just have to sit this round out.

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still-searching47:

Just throwing this out there because writing is hard.

I have a fic that I desperately need to finish. I AM going to finish it today. No ifs, no buts, no excuses. Maybe if it’s in black and white for the whole world to see, then it will actually happen.

Yeah I know 🙁 So much for NaNo giving me a boost that I could ride the tail of for a couple of months afterwards.

I need to be less wordy. I guesstimated I had maybe 3k left and yeah – nope, it’s probably more like twice that. Good news I made substantial progress. Bad news this fic still isn’t done. Shout-out to @little-inkstone and @worryinglyinnocent for helping me so much today. You guys are amazing!

#i’m really struggling and i don’t know why#where did my words go?#i need to learn to pick shorter projects i think

How did Between!Rumbelle meet? I know she was sent to marry him, but what was the set up? Did they meet at a party or a bar or someplace else? Did Belle ask him on their first date, or did she “trick” him into it?

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This was in the fic actually.

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~Flashback~
Twelve Years Ago

Gold grimaced at the loud music and the flashing lights. He hated visiting The Rabbit Hole, it wasn’t his kind of place at all. If he was going to a bar, he preferred somewhere quieter, where the pace wasn’t quite so frenetic. However, occasionally Jefferson liked Gold to deliver his credit payment in person and unfortunately Jefferson found it amusing to keep him waiting.

“Hit me again!” A young woman slammed her empty shot glass down onto the bar and stumbled heavily against Gold. “Oh sorry,” she mumbled. Her eyes raked him up and down, and she smirked. “Or perhaps not.”

“This one’s on me,” Gold instructed the barman, allowing his eyes to do some roving of their own.

The young woman was beautiful, scantily clad in a tight sequined blue dress which barely reached past the top of her thighs. Her chestnut hair was messily tied back, curls coming loose and tickling her neck. The dress matched her brilliant blue eyes and then there was that accent, Gold felt his mouth go dry.

“Lacey Beaumont,” Lacey offered, knocking back the shot he had just bought her. She winked at him. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Julian Gold, the pleasures all mine,” Gold murmured.

Lacey leaned against him, her hand tracing down his side until it reached his arse. She squeezed and laughed throatily. Gold swallowed hard, the air felt heavy, supercharged with all the sparks that were flying. Lacey’s eyes were bright and looking at him with obvious interest. This sort of thing didn’t usually happen to him, and for once Gold decided to just enjoy it.

Her hot breath ghosted over his neck, up to his ear, which she tugged on playfully with her teeth. Gold groaned and Lacey laughed again, pressing against him completely now. His arm wrapped round her loosely, so she could still pull back if she wished, his fingers falling tantalizingly close to her left breast.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Lacey whispered.

Gold’s eyes caught Jefferson’s to the back of the bar. Jefferson smirked and gave him a thumbs up, gesturing with his hand for him to leave.

“Why not indeed?” Gold smiled.

Lacey’s hand grabbed his and he allowed her to pull him out of the bar.

~Flashback~

That night at the bar, he had thought that she would just be a one-night stand. However, they kept falling into bed together. Without him really even noticing, they transitioned from ‘just sex’ to a real relationship. Lacey had changed too, her outfits became more demure and she shed her brash barfly personality.

Gold sipped his coffee, taking a deep breath and inhaling the reassuring smell. He remembered the day he had caught her reading on the e-Tab. She had been startled and tried to play it off as her being bored. However, he hadn’t bought it and they had wound up having a rousing discussion about books. Her previously hidden intelligence had completely entranced him.

If he was honest, he thought that was when he had truly fallen in love with her. He had been able to tell that she was hiding a lot but he had thought that she was just afraid. She had mentioned an ex-boyfriend once. Gold snorted, he had wanted to protect her, hold her close and keep her safe. He had showed her acceptance, waiting until she was ready. In turn, she showed him her warmth and her kindness.

He had fallen deeply in love. They had been happy. It had all been a lie.

Re-sending this ask since tumblr ate it. *side eyes tumblr* When did Between Two Fires!Belle fall in love with her husband? What were her feelings when she realized it?

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I’m sorry I have the attention span of a goldfish. When questions require thought I think that fatal thing of “I’ll have to do that later” and then oops.

The cardinal rule is “don’t fall for the mark” so Belle had no intention of falling in love with Julian Gold. She focused on all the disagreeable facts in his profile but it was difficult. She had to make him fall in love with her. So she couldn’t stoke the fires of negativity too much because on the surface she had to appear to like him, and unfortunately it was far too easy to like him.

He made her laugh, he listened to her, they could discuss anything; he didn’t dwarf her physically, she felt like she fit into his arms and what was scary is that she felt safe with him. When Belle realized that she wanted to run a mile because Gold was the enemy, she shouldn’t feel at home in his arms, but she had her assignment and she didn’t want to fail.

Was there a specific moment that made her fall in love? I don’t think so, I think it was a gradual thing until they were doing something perfectly innocuous one day, like a lazy Sunday watching movies or something, and it hit her like a thunderbolt. Belle panicked, ran to the bathroom, breathing like she’d run a marathon because she couldn’t love him, that broke the rule and it would complicate everything.

Then the little voice in the back of her head suggested it wasn’t such a bad thing, it would be easier to keep cover if it wasn’t a lie. However, Belle could never really relax and enjoy her life because she always had a ticking clock in her head. She knew that their happiness – being together, couldn’t last and that one day she would lose him. Sometimes she kissed him a bit too desperately, or hugged him too tightly. Belle told him that she loved him every day because she wanted him to know, and to maybe believe deep down, even though she knew she was going to break his heart.

Always remember that I love you…

What happened to Between Two Fires!Rumbelle? (I feel so awful for just realizing you wrote that, I /love/ that fic!)

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I rather love that fic as well, an author probably shouldn’t admit to having favorites but I do confess that’s one of mine.

In regards to what happened next. I just looked back at my review replies and apparently I said I was going to continue this verse *hides in a box of a shame* and I would certainly love to write more. The problem is I remain uncertain about what happens next. Writing a prequel would be easier.

I went over a couple of the options here.

Basically if he turns her in, then obviously she’s imprisoned – problem. However, if he doesn’t turn her in then he’ll have to betray his principles (to everyone else, it would look like he was betraying his nation), he would have to live a double life or maybe even go on the run and lose everything. Whatever he chose there would be angst and difficulties. I could see arguments for and against either choice.

It was one of those scenarios where they was no good option, and no happy endings. Even if they found some remote place, where nobody knew them, and made a life together. There would always be the fear of discovery, they would have to lie to everyone they ever met, and they would lose contact with anyone who had ever met anything to them in their old life, they would only have each other.

Whether he turns her in or not there would be a metric-ton of angst. I mean unless something major shifted in the political landscape and Belle managed to cut a deal, so that she got her freedom legitimately, maybe defected and worked alongside Gold against Avonlea. Maybe then, there could be a happy ending or a happy beginning 🙂