Right I’m 10k behind on NaNo and I just pledged not to validate until I meet my personal goals – time to panic! I have 10 days to write apparently 45% of my goal, thank you helpful and scary stats.
If I come back later and I haven’t written at least my daily pace, somebody yell at me or something.
Update just because I feel like it, seeing as I moaned here earlier. I have now reached pace! So I just need to try and maintain focus, to chip away at some of my word debt. Heh I’m doing so well with that, considering I’m procrastinating writing this post /slaps self
I have now finished Right Kind of Wrong, and I’m working on Nightwalkers, which is my primary NaNo project this month. It’s also the story I’ve been promising since July. I wish it wasn’t so rubbish because I would like to start posting it but I think it needs a revision pass first. I’m out of my comfort zone and I think it shows.
Don’t worry I will be working on Painting Layers of Love, probably tomorrow. I’m aiming to post on Friday, to get back to the every two weeks schedule. I have an evil cliffhanger to apologize for 🙂
Synopsis: Following directly on from All Hallow’s Fall. Due to the events of Halloween, Storybrooke finally becomes aware of Gold and Belle’s relationship and small towns can be vicious places. Gold fears it will tear them apart, but adversity can lead to strength not just ruin, and maybe even one day – a happy ending.
Note: Thank you all for your lovely comments on the last chapter. I struggled to respond as I normally do because what I wanted to say was “oh ye of little faith” heh. Anyway, it’s Sunday which means fluffy fic time! I hope you enjoy this chapter 🙂
Belle watched
Alistair panic and felt a curious mix of amusement, guilt and relief. The deer
in the headlights look, the frantic movements and the unconvincing denial was
amusing. However, she felt a trace of guilt for being amused when he was
obviously so panicked. She also felt relief because it was evidence, if she
needed it, that Alistair couldn’t lie to her. She didn’t think he ever had, and
she couldn’t imagine that he ever would, he wasn’t that kind of man, but it was
reassuring nonetheless.
“Alistair …”
Belle started.
“Yes, yes, I’m nearly done and then we can leave,”
Gold stammered.
Hm, hopefully inviting Moe won’t backfire. He started off as his usual canon asshole self, but did seem to turn reasonable. As for the scene in the shop, yay! I am so glad that Belle saw his panic for what it was. I hereby award you with the Crown of Fluff! *Kneels respectfully* Carry on, my liege.
You are a lovely, lovely person. I know I’ve said this to you before, but I think it bears repeating. I might not always reblog your comments anymore, as I’m wary about reblogging too much. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your comments – I seriously do appreciate them! Thank you so much 🙂
Anyway, heh yeah as I said earlier this story has somehow developed plot, backstory and a tendency towards angst. I’m fixing it with communication at the moment so hopefully I will be able to keep the Crown of Fluff! 🙂 I rather like having a story where they are basically happy, and they deal with their problems together.
Awwwwww! This was delightful. I loved Belle sitting him down and telling him what her plans for the future were.
As always, Bae and Emma are adorable! Of course they want to be knight and samurai. Makes perfect sense.
Frankly, I’m not a fan of inviting the other’s family member without consulting first. but in fiction everything has this way of coming together in the end, eh? heh
Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it 🙂 Yeah, Gold thought he’d had a brainwave there. He believes that he’s the only problem between Belle and Maurice, and it’s a holiday and family shouldn’t be alone on holiday etc. So I think he imagines Belle will be happy about it, and pleased with him for reaching out and fixing it.
He meant well, he truly thought it was a nice gesture but yeah you are absolutely right, he should have asked Belle first, and I’m fairly certain she will make that clear to him. Somehow my fluff fic has developed plot, and backstory, and an unfortunate tendency towards angst which I usually fix with communication. Hopefully this little mishap will be as easily fixed …
I just realised I posted my fluffy fic update for “fic Sunday” on Saturday, as apparently at some point I forgot it was Saturday and believed pretty strongly it was Sunday.
Yay for an extra day. Boo for being an idiot. This is kinda embarrassing.
Does anyone have any prompts for I Love the Way? Especially anything thanksgiving related. I’m not an American and I don’t really know anything about thanksgiving. So please if you have any fluffy prompts throw them this way. I need another 1k to finish tomorrow’s chapter and I’m stuck.
Gold would never have cooked a turkey for just him and Bae; it’d be way too much food. But if Belle’s going to spend the holiday with them, maybe she suggests cooking a small turkey? Bae’s excitement at the idea gets him to agree. But turkeys are notoriously difficult to cook; they’re either not done yet by dinnertime or they’ve overcooked and dried out horribly. You could have them dealing with that. Also, the traditional breaking of the wishbone! One person grabs hold of each end and pulls while wishing for something; whoever gets the larger piece when it breaks supposedly gets their wish.
Ooooh that’s a good prompt. Marie has helped me as well and the chapter has got way longer than I thought it was going to be heh 🙂 So I’ll use your prompt in the next chapter, if that’s alright. Thank you so much!
Oh *blushes* I think so too but (whispers) I don’t know if I’m ready.
#sorry I know that’s a rubbish answer but there was nothing else I could really say without spoiling the next chapter#don’t worry I’m not planning on leaving it a month this time
Ok … I finally used the prompt sentence for this months smut monthly rumbelling fic … about *cough* 12k into the story. I’ll do a flashforward at the beginning I guess. Best part? I think I’m only about half-finished. I blame Lacey entirely 🙂
#still need a title for this fic#I hope you like GoldenLace
12k (and counting) Golden Lace? Smut? Yes, please.
Yay, thank you! I’m so pleased you like the sound of the fic 🙂
Anyway, I lied, I just realized I’m missing half a dozen scenes before that smut scene happens. So it isn’t going to be 12k into the story, it’s going to be probably a few thousand more words after that. I just broke it into chapters, and so I’m writing chapter three at the moment, that smut scene will probably be bounced to chapter four or maybe even five at the rate this is going.
I’m not sure when I’ll start posting it. I had intended to finish it first, but that was when I thought it would just be a long oneshot. Maybe end of next week I’ll put up the first chapter, if not then the week after. I do at least have a title now though – Fall All Over Again.
Synopsis: Belle French lives alone and she likes it that way. She’s lived alone ever since the terrible car accident which killed her mother and claimed her eyesight. Belle spends her days painting, in complete solitude, until one day she wakes up and hears movement outside. Somebody has moved into the cottage next door. She had grown comfortable in her solitary existence until Mr Gold crashes into her life. Now her future is uncertain, like a blank canvas, waiting for her to apply the paint and decide what kind of story she is creating.
Note: I’m sorry it’s been such a long time since the last chapter. I rather over-committed myself and something had to give, unfortunately it was this. I’m going to try very hard to return to a regular update schedule from now on.
Banner by the incredibly amazing @rowofstars who also made this aesthetic which I’m still gushing over. Thank you so much! 🙂
Belle followed
Nick over to his cottage, clutching her book tightly in her right hand. She
reached the doorway and hesitated, her hand against the cool brick of the
cottage. She could hear the soft tap of Nick’s cane as he moved further inside
the cottage and she shifted uncomfortably, knowing she was lingering but
temporarily unable to make herself take another step. Belle felt tears stinging
at the corner of her eyes, and she angrily blinked them away, cursing herself
for being so pathetic.
“Belle, give me
your hand,” Gold said gently.
She felt his
hand brush her left arm and she grabbed his hand, clasping it firmly. He tugged
it gently and she automatically took a step inside and then another. Belle took
a deep breath, her mind spinning, and she took another, and then another. Her
legs trembled, and she wasn’t certain whether she was going to bolt or collapse
to the ground. Then Nick put her hand against the wall, the plaster was smooth
but she felt a droplet of paint.
NOW THAT I’M ACTUALLY COHERENT OH MY GOD. I am just. Uh I still may not have words to describe how I feel about this chapter. SO MUCH HAPPENED. But it was all SO GOOD. (I am annoyed and happy with Neal at the same time. His teasing was good natured but doing it so Belle could hear was kinda bad. I think now he understands how fragile she can be and that kind of thing is not cool. But yay because feels are out in the open now!)
Okay. So Gold somehow knowing and also not knowing what to do for Belle is so endearing. He’s trying SO HARD to do the right thing and even if he messes up a little, like inviting her over to his cottage. He knew she didn’t really want to go (she kinda did, but she was scared) and he let her make the choice to do it. Gold is really great about respecting Belle’s decisions about what she can and can’t do, but at the same time he notices that she hasn’t come in the house and that she probably doesn’t know her way around. So he helps her figure it out. That was really hot by the way, like oh god body proximity and touching and it was useful but also just a little bit sensual. GUH!
Belle. Oh Belle. She is just so brave. She is trying so hard and pushing herself, and once again it backfires. She really thought her crush was “safe” because there was no chance of it being reciprocated. Once there was she was in crisis mode. She didn’t know how to deal, she was faced with the thing she’d been repressing for so long – that she’s lonely and does need people in her life.
Her breakdown was very well done. I even felt anxious on her behalf reading it. The blind panic, the confusion, the desperation was all great, and it really built up and boiled over, until she just had nothing left to give. I felt a sense of relief when she collapsed on Gold, even though it all wasn’t over. The end though. Oh my goodness. They are both just so sweet and confused and have so many issues. *hugs them and this fic*
*jaw drops* I don’t think there’s a gif in the world that can say what this comment means to me. Thank you so much!
Yeah the Neal thing kinda happened because he and Gold were stuck in the kitchen, and I didn’t know how to move it along and then it was like “zomg I just threw a hand grenade into the story!!!” which is when I posted the evil laugh gif the other day. I wasn’t sure if you guys would love me, or hate me for it. However, to be honest it needed to happen because something had to change. While it’s very slow burn, the story still needs to move along.
Oh man I want to respond to every part of this comment, but everything I write just winds up going spoiler alert, as I talk about what I think will happen next. Honestly, you know this is something of a prompt verse, and I only have a very loose outline, and your comments are really inspirational. I keep having to copy my reply to my planning document.
Just thank you so much. You are amazing, and a truly wonderful person.
Still waiting on that Skin Deep deleted scene redux with the painting… *NUDGE NUDGE* Now might be a good time since there are feels out in the open. And maybe some Gold backstory?? Failed marriage, failed relationship, all work and no play??
Haha, why do you think I threw a hand grenade into the story? I have all these prompts, and I was staring at my planning document, and then staring at the story, and it’s a bit like staring at two hands, how do I get them to come together? Well, the story had kinda got to a point, and it needed to take a step forward, something had to change so that things could develop.
Basically, I confess this might also have been why it took me a month to update. I was stuck but now, not so stuck anymore 🙂 So … yay all the prompts suddenly become possible. The painting thing is definitely going to happen. Same with Gold’s backstory. It’s all on a list. The painting thing won’t be the first prompt of yours I do next, but it will happen.
Thank you so much! Your support of this fic is incredible 🙂
I don’t think my brain understands what fix-it fic is …
What I think it is: a short oneshot that either alters the scene that needs to be “fixed” or follows on from it, to make for a happier resolution.
What my brain thinks it is: a multi-chapter, soon to be canon-divergent alternate resolution for the next several episodes based on the promo for next week, and what few filming spoilers we have.
I hope people don’t mind me posting a lot of fic in the next few days.
Just in case anyone wondered what song I was talking about, in reference to the title of I Love the Way – it’s this one. Like I said I’m showing my age heh and I really did think it fit The Right Wrong Number Belle and Gold.
