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The War Within (Chapter Ten)

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Synopsis: Alternate Season Six. Storybrooke is visibly under threat once more from Hyde and the Evil Queen. However, not all threats are visible as an old forgotten foe has been manipulating events from behind the scenes. The very nature of darkness is revealed as everyone struggles with the most difficult beast of all – acceptance.

Note: This chapter is about 1,000 words longer than normal. I did think this fic would be about 50k once completed but yeah .. it’s going to be a little bit longer. My next fic update will definitely be Friday, I’m putting that in black and white so I have to do it, but it won’t be this, it’ll be Painting Layers of Love. Enjoy!

On Tumblr: Chapters One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

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The land of
untold stories wasn’t completely without it’s charms. The ability to go into a
tavern, order a drink or three, and be able to drown his sorrows in peace was
rather nice. Nobody recognized him here. If they knew of the dark one it would
be his imp form, not the Mr. Gold look he’d now worn for over thirty years.

Back in
Storybrooke he had his liquor cabinet, which provided the alcohol. However,
there was something to be said for drinking anonymously in a crowd. He was
surrounded by people, yet completely alone. The low buzz of conversation
provided a small distraction from his maudlin thoughts, anything to keep from
dwelling on the situation he was in.

Rumplestiltskin
recognized the name of this establishment, the Benbow Inn, it was from Treasure Island. That was a story he had played no part
in. From what he remembered from his cursed memories, there was nothing within
that story that would help him either. For all that he was here to forget, he
was also on the lookout for anything or anyone that could help.

He needed to
find something he could use, or see something that would spark an idea. He
really couldn’t bear to fail another child.

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Very heartwarming scene where Jim was happy to see Silver, and Rumpel realising that it was his own disbelief in himself that has screwed up his life before.  I like that Regina has recognised that it was perhaps the wrong thing, an unnecessary thing, to split the ‘evil queen’ part of herself off into a separate persona. 

Thank you so much! Yup Rumple’s revelation is very important and yeah Regina has begun to realize something about the split. I don’t want to say too much (no spoilers) but it leads into the Evil Queen’s motivation and will tie heavily into the big dramatic finale scene I have planned.

This fic will be done by the season six premiere so we’re getting closer to the end, everything is going to start tying together, it should be good hopefully 🙂

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@nynaeve88inspiration wow this is so gorgeous!

Belle French always wanted to see the world. After high school she planned on taking a year out to go travelling but her father had a heart attack, so Belle spent her year out working at the flower shop until Maurice recovered.

She then went to university, studying literature, because she loved books and because it’s what was expected. When you are intelligent, you get put on an academic track, going from school, to college, without really being able to object and say that you want something different.

After graduating university, top of her class, she moved back home to Storybrooke. The library was re-opening and by living at home for a few months she could save up funds easier to get her own place. It was the logical move but Belle felt trapped, like she would now never leave her home town and see the world, that her dreams would only ever just be dreams. Everyday she read books of far off places but she was tired of reading about them, she wanted to experience them for herself.

Weiterlesen

Love it! It kind of reminds me of the “traveller” story I wrote a while ago- also for one of these aesthetics- except much fluffier and less angsty. They both have this feeling of “I’m not where I wanted to be, but I’m with you, and that’s where I’d rather be” , which is an element I love for Rumbelle fics as it fits to their story. I’ll just put a link here in case you’re interested 😉 Love what you’ve done with aesthetic, the whole thing together makes me feel like taking a vacation somewhere warm and hooking up with Mr. Gold

Definitely want to see more of their shenanigans in Italy now 😉

Yeah I want to see more of their shenanigan’s in Italy too. I’m dead curious as to who the other ex-pats are and how Gold wound up in Italy in the first place. However, while I really want to read it, I have very little desire to write this one myself.

I have the picture in my head of theater actress Cruella being all sassy, maybe Regina running a nightclub, David and Mary Margaret renting out bikes and operating biking tours. Sort of Storybrooke but in the Italian sunshine and surrounding tourism.

Idea is up for adoption if anyone wants to give it a good home.

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For the first time ever I have given Gold a name that isn’t Nicholas/Nick because for some reason that didn’t feel right this time. Only problem is I now find myself using the name and not Gold, which I’m sure will be incredibly annoying for anyone reading.

I mean I suppose it’s because generally I don’t use someone’s last name when they are the POV character. In The War Within I call him Rumplestiltskin, not Gold and aside from that all I’ve been writing lately is original fiction. I did use Gold in Painting Layers of Love, so it can be done, I just need to focus.

Oh well I’ll fix it later, it’ll give future me something to complain about 🙂 Otherwise so far so good, aside from the fact I wasn’t supposed to be writing this particular fic today.

#apparently-i-decided-to-ramble-on-tumblr-this-evening

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Today’s writing observations:

– I am in awe of people that can create a living, breathing world, with just a few sentences. It doesn’t feel like there are paragraphs of info dumps and I wish them to teach me their ways.

– Opening sentences are damn hard.

– In fact getting started is the hardest part of this writing business. Once started, it’s easier to continue but that blinking cursor on a blank document, is full of intrinsic resistance.

So in summary, I tried to start my Positivity fic and failed because I couldn’t think of an opening line. I then opened Between Two Fires (my Monthly Rumbelling fic) and I’ve just written two paragraphs to “set the scene” which doesn’t feel like the way it’s supposed to work.

I love writing but it doesn’t half frustrate me on occasion.

The War Within (Chapter Nine)

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still-searching47:

Synopsis: Alternate Season Six. Storybrooke is visibly under threat once more from Hyde and the Evil Queen. However, not all threats are visible as an old forgotten foe has been manipulating events from behind the scenes. The very nature of darkness is revealed as everyone struggles with the most difficult beast of all – acceptance.

Note: I know it’s Monday, not Tuesday. However, I thought having the chapter early would be better than having it late. I have to unexpectedly go out of town again, it’s a family thing, and so I won’t be around tomorrow. That also means I’ll miss TMI Tuesday. If anyone has any questions feel free to ask, there just won’t be a reply until Wednesday. Enjoy!

On Tumblr: Chapters One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

AO3 Link

“What the
hell?”

The young man
cradled his stinging hand against his chest. He had just reached for the door
handle on Gold’s shop and the damn thing had zapped him. He’d seen actual blue
sparks. Gingerly he reached forward again, this time slowly and he felt the
magical buildup. He couldn’t get his hand within three inches of the door
handle without the protections kicking in.

“Will you hurry
up?” his companion hissed, looking up and down the street.

“Doors locked –
magically,” he growled.

He stepped away
from the door, and they both walked a few feet to the nearby alley. There
weren’t many people about, and the few that were walking along weren’t paying
them any attention. However, if they loitered in front of the door for too
long, then they would be noticed and they couldn’t afford that – not now.

“Since when?”
the other man said incredulously.

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Although I’m not interested in keeping either Jekyll or Hyde around, I felt sorry for Jekyll that he was offed by the Evil Queen right after he bravely pulled Hyde back into himself. And you would think Belle would learn by now – she thinks going away by herself to think things through when they hit a snag in their relationship ‘always worked’, but if it did, they’d have a much more solid relationship. You can’t work on a relationship apart, they have to work things out together.  (Also, hey, nice job tying up the loose end of what ever happened to Albert!)

Heh thanks! 🙂

Yeah I felt sorry for Jekyll. He did the brave thing, he made things right and then death was his reward. However, it had to happen because of .. reasons, the Evil Queen and .. something else.

Yup poor forgotten Albert Spencer/King George. You know I wonder why they never brought him back. a) there was never the right storyline to do it, b) never even thought about it, c) actor was too busy/refused, d) some other reason. Given how he could have been a political antagonist for Storybrooke leadership, and his importance to David, there was a lot there for them to play with and yet it was just dropped completely.

As for Belle, yeah I agree with you. A good relationship in my opinion is built on communication, not time apart. In fact I think in Belle’s next scene she is going to have a bit of a revelation on exactly what the ‘time apart’ has done for them … that won’t be in the next chapter though but soon 🙂

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No writing happened today, on account of being too damn tired, but I did good anyway. Planned my Positivity fic (I have half a dozen title options and can’t choose – help!) AND also planned Between Two Fires, my fic for this months Monthly Rumbelling prompt.

I am slightly scared at how long both of them might turn out to be though. I really better get cracking tomorrow. I can’t believe it’s the 9th already – yikes – there’s only three weeks left in the month!

How did that happen? Seriously where did the last week go? I would like it back thanks 🙂

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“How do I get into these things?” Nicholas Gold muttered to himself.

He caught sight of his son, beaming from ear to ear, practically dancing as he walked around the small stall area in front of the Knights quarters. Ah – that was why.

He looked down at his costume, butter soft light brown leather jerkin, darker leather pants. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be a knight of old or a rockstar. All he knew is he felt ridiculous.

“Neal!” Gold called.

Neal ran over. “It’s Baelfire today dad! Remember?”

“Yes of course,” Gold agreed with a soft smile. “Now Bae ….”

“Can I go up to the castle?” Neal asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Gold eyed the nearby cliff edge. “Not until I can take you.”

Neal pouted but nodded in agreement. “This is so cool!”

Gold was glad none of his business associates were here to see him. He couldn’t help but smile at his son’s obvious happiness. For the last year Neal had become obsessed with fairytales, Knights, anything medieval. When he had heard a renaissance faire was coming to Storybrooke, a nearby coastal town just a couple of hours from their home in Boston, Neal had been begging to go. When Gold had inquired, he’d found that there were no sightseers welcome, just participants in the fun. If anything that had made Neal even more ecstatic and Gold had never been able to deny his boy anything.

“You’re going to be great dad!” Neal enthused. “You are so going to win.”

Gold hissed in alarm. He didn’t want to disappoint Neal and his fencing days at university were more years than he cared to remember behind him.

“I’ll do my best but I might not win,” Gold cautioned.

“Hey do you think my dad will win?” Neal suddenly asked.

Gold looked up in horror. One of the passing ladies, dressed in traditional gown and corset had been passing. She was young and very beautiful. She smiled warmly at Neal.

“Oh I think he looks like a winner to me,” she teased. “I am Lady Belle.”

She curtseyed and laughing Neal bowed in front of her. She pulled a ribbon from her gown.

“A knight can’t fail to win with a ladies favour.” She tied the ribbon around his arm.

Gold’s arm tingled with her soft touch. He smiled hesitantly at her. Belle leant over and lightly kissed his cheek. Gold felt himself blush. There was an announcement from the herald but Gold didn’t make out the words. Belle nudged him.

“It sounds like your bout is next.”

Oh my god, I love this – it’s absolutely adorable! Might we get more?

Heh I’m going to have to stop doing these inspiration pictures. They are starting so many fics for me and I can’t keep up 🙂 However, if I get an idea when I see the picture, I just have to write it down. I actually had to write this one on my phone as I was away for a couple of days, just got back.

Anyway, yeah I was hoping somebody would like it and ask for more because I would love to write more. However, like I said with the Rushbelle student/teacher one the other day – not this month. Next month yes but I need to clear the deck a little first.

I’m really pleased you liked it 🙂

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@nynaeve88inspiration It’s going to be Rushbelle again, sorry, not sorry 🙂

Professor Nicholas Rush was beyond irritated. He had tenure at Berkeley university in California. He was comfortable there, he had everything how he liked it, but he had been loaned out on some professor-swap to Cornell University in New York.

His new colleague and head of department Doctor Andrew Covel had already driven him to drink. His nasal demands and general idiocy had been too much to tolerate even if just the afternoon tour. Rush resolved to avoid him as much as possible, perhaps if he was obnoxious enough he would even get excused from the mandatory weekly staff meetings – he could only hope.

“Scotch, neat,” Rush demanded, when he finally managed to glare enough to get the bartenders eye.

“Somebody is in a bad mood.”

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Him copying her number out onto a piece of paper ‘because he liked numbers’ was adorable.

Heh yeah 🙂 I liked that part. Plus for all that he’s brilliant with technology he is still very much a pen and paper guy. He does all his work on paper, filling endless notebooks and wallpapering his office. So I figured he would like something he could hold, and touch, rather than just an electronic entry in his contacts list. Thanks!

still-searching47:

claireywoo23 replied to your photo:@nynaeve88inspiration It’s going to be Rushbelle…

Will we be getting more of this? Very interested to see how the dynamics of the 2 of them will play out!

Yes … but not this month. A few minor details might change (nothing that changes the dynamics of the fic) because I think I’ll incorporate it into my Ripple Effect verse. That’s a WIP I haven’t started posting yet but is in progress whenever I can scrape the time. I had always planned that they would meet via the university, and this works really well, so I’ll use it.

Anyway, I said not this month because I have two WIP’s and half a dozen other fics on the list to write already. I really don’t think I’m going to have time for anything else. Sorry about that. However, it will happen, it’ll just be sometime in September, rather than this month.

Thanks for your interest! I love hearing that people enjoyed my fics 🙂

@emeraldkissunderthemoonlight @ripperblackstaff there will be more of the Rushbelle student/teacher fic I promise 🙂 Unfortunately like I said above, it’ll probably be next month before I get time to write it. It will happen!

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Rumple is being unbearable, really short tempered. David quietly asks Belle to do something before Rumple starts turning people into snails again. Belle knows what is wrong, it’s approaching Neal’s birthday. She tries to talk with Rumple about it but he’s practically phobic on the subject, he can’t bear any mention of Neal at all.

Belle takes Rumple up to his cabin to try and distract him, or at least keep him away from the townspeople for a few days. Eventually Belle realizes that Rumple never got to say goodbye. He was still Zelena’s prisoner during the funeral. So she takes him out to the lake and they make a magic box ever-burning candle light in remembrance, sending it floating out into the lake.

A few days later Henry asks Belle about the candle on the lake and Belle tells him. He asks whether Rumple would mind if he lit one for his dad as well. Belle, rather choked up, says she thinks Rumple would like that but she’ll check. Later that evening Rumple, Belle and Henry go to the lake and do a candle for Neal from Henry. Before they leave Henry hesitantly asks if he can do another candle, this time for Graham. Rumple agrees, admitting that he’d liked Graham too.

The next day Henry is in the Charming loft and the topic comes up. Snow thinks it’s sweet and says she’d like to do a candle for her parents. Henry is horrified and says that she can’t because it was Rumple’s thing for Neal and they can’t just do the same without asking. He says he’ll ask and he goes and talks to Belle. She isn’t sure because Rumple can be quite possessive but he overhears the conversation, and much to their surprise says that it’s fine.

Later that evening, Belle and Rumple are back at the cabin, watching the lake get more and more candles of remembrance on it. Belle asks why he let the town use his goodbye for his son. Rumple, eyes fixed on the candle he sent out for Neal, says that now Bae isn’t alone. He also says that Bae would have approved, that he was always the better man and he would have said anything that brought a little light to the world was a good thing. That it was a fine way to honor him.

How did you pack so much beauty into such a short story? That was incredibly moving…..thank you!

Thank you so much! 🙂 It’s more of a summary of a story, than an actual story but it gets the point across. Maybe one day I will flesh it out.

“Now Bae isn’t alone.”

THANKS IM’ DEAD FROM SAD NOW. But it was beautiful.😢

Oh no don’t be dead from sad. Although it was kinda sad /sniff I still miss Neal. @woodelf68 @beastlycheese thank you all for your kind comments!