Real life has decided to allow me a break so I find myself with a lot of free time (even more next week cause I’m off work). I’ve decided to subtly tone up that twitter campaign I’ve started to let Adam know what I love and want to see more of: Belle.
It’s all positive. I tweet as if it’s a given that we’re going to see a lot of Belle and I just can’t wait because that’s the best idea ever. So I tweet: “So excited about all the Belle we’re going to get in season 3!” or “So glad it’s not all about Snow and Charming, as nice as they are, but also about Belle!”.
I make the assumption that Belle is going to be a true core character and then sort of congratulate them on it because I think it’s the best idea ever and Belle the best character in the series and I’m just in love with it all.
I don’t do it every day, lest it be suspicious, but I do it every now and then, taking care to be super positive and sound really, really excited about Emilie and Belle and Rumbelle (but mainly Belle). I mention that my favourite episode was The Outsider, that Skin Deep made me keep watching and that it was really clever of them to include more Belle in season 3.
If anyone wants to do this too please do! It’d help tremendously. Assume away that we’re gonna get more Belle and just gush about what a fucking great idea that is and how you’re watching excitedly, eager to see it happen.
Maybe some subtle prodding will work.
He wakes up everyday at 6 am, even though his shop doesn’t open until 10, just to see her smiling face.
He imagines instead of saying “Good Morning Storybrooke,” she is talking to him and him alone.
He picks up the books she recommends and cooks the recipes she tries out. He sees her in town, but can never does more than just nod his head. He doesn’t want to ruin his illusion of her. He doesn’t want to let it slip away.
OMG, YES, YES, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LET THIS BE A THING. HE HAS A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER THROUGH THE TV AND THEN THEY MEET AND HE DISCOVERS SHE’S SO MUCH MORE AND FALLS EVEN DEEPER IN LOVE AND *DIES*.
Part one can be found HERE.
Started as a prompt.
“Would you love a monsterman ? Could you understand the beauty of the beast ?”
Circus Rumbelle. Child Belle / Monster Man Rumple.
It was later in the day than Belle would have liked as she arrived at the open field where the circus was set up - but it had been a couple miles she’d walked to get here. Her mom wouldn’t bring her again - had said that one trip to the circus was enough. Nothing could persuade her. Not even Belle’s promise to not complain about cleaning her room for a year. So Belle ran away.
She had to.
She’d made a promise to the Golden Man. (She didn’t know his name, and refused to call him Monster, even in her head.) Sure, he hadn’t believed her when she said she’d come back - but that just made her want to keep her promise even more.
Belle snuck into the park, near a place where the trailers for the circus performers met the woods. She was used to sneaking around, and small enough that no one noticed. She would have paid to get in if she could. Clearing the trailers there was no longer a need to hide as she joined the main crowd of attendees.
Remembering her path from the day before, it only took Belle a few minutes to locate the tent. She looked up.
SEE THE MONSTER MAN!
The lettering was harsh, in bright red, with the words “Monster” looking as though they were dripping with blood. It should have been gold lettering - maybe with a more flourished style. It didn’t fit him at all.
She took one of her remaining dollars and handed it to the same attendant from yesterday, who no longer looked bored. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement as he accepted her payment.
"Back again, eh?"
She nodded silently, not sure what else to say.
"Well, be careful with that one - he might not seem so, but he’s very dangerous. Don’t go near the bars."
"I’ll be careful, Sir." Belle widened her eyes a bit, trying to put on her best unassuming face.
He eyed her skeptically. “See that you are.” He snapped the dollar between his hands before putting it carefully away and waving her inside.
It was slightly darker in the tent than yesterday, given the hour. It hadn’t quite started to grow dark outside, but would begin to soon.
"Hello?" she whispered into the shadows as she approached the cage. She kept her voice low, aware of the attendant (guard?) just outside.
"Well, well." a voice drifted out of the dark. "So you did return." he sounded genuinely surprised.
"I said I would." She tossed her hair, as though this was something she did every day.
He moved towards the bars, wrapping his hands around them. ”Why did you come back?”
"I wanted to talk to you again." she confessed. “And, you said if I brought you something to trade - you’d let me touch you."
“I didn’t say that, little one. You did.”
Belle brew a breath out, causing the hair near her face to float briefly. ”Don’t you at least want to see what I have?”
He remained still, saying nothing. Belle reached into her pockets. She’d spent all last night raiding her collections, trying to find the best things. Yet - he’d already taken her most precious possession yesterday, and Belle could find nothing to match it. Maybe if she put on a brave face, he would believe these things were important.
"I was in the woods one day, and found a stone that had the shape of a fish on it." she pulled the stone out, her mom had told her it was a fossil. “It’s…millions of years old. Way older than you."
"All rocks are millions of years old, dearie."
"This one has the shape of an ancient creature, though." she knew there was a slight whine to her voice.
She screwed up her courage, and forced a smile. ”Ok, then - how about this flower?” she pulled a cloth out, unfolding it to reveal a pressed blue violet. It was a unique color, and once it began to wilt Belle had kept it instead of leaving it to rot on the forest floor.
He tilted his head slightly, as though considering.
"A candy bar?" she knew she sounded pleading.
"No, Thank you.” his voice was once again mocking. He seemed to do that a lot. ”Don’t you have anything you truly treasure?”
"The most important thing I have you took yesterday." she said, frowning. He was silent a few moments.
"There is something you can give me. A very important thing. Something that would signify everything about you."
"What?" she asked, excited “Name it."
He giggled, his voice high pitched. ”Spot on, little one. Your name. I want your name.”
She furrowed her brow, confused. ”It’s Belle. Belle Marie French.”
"Belle." he said her name slowly. “A beautiful name.”
Belle found she was blushing, despite herself. Her mom had told her what her name meant, but she was a ‘tom boy’ - she tromped around in the forest and always came home covered in dirt. Nobody ever said anything about her was beautiful. Nobody except her parents. And everyone knew that didn’t count.
"It’s just a name. I would have told you if you’d asked.”
"Oh, but this is so much better, you see?"
"I don’t see." She still didn’t know his name.
"We’ve made a deal. You gave me your name in trade, and that gives it power. Magic."
"You can use your magic in there?"
"No, but these are only temporary accommodations" He said, his hand gesturing.
"So, you have a plan to get out?" She crept closer to the cage.
"I’m working on it." His tone was unhappy.
"What’s your name?"
"You don’t have anything else to give me for that information, Belle.” He emphasized her name, highlighting the fact that he now possessed something she didn’t.
Belle frowned. ”You’re not very good at having friends, are you? You can’t just always demand things in return all the time. Especially names.”
"Oh?" He asked, sounding interested. "We must not be friends, then. I don’t recall that you’ve parted with anything for free just yet, either."
She moved a bit closer, now at the line of hay bales. She perched on the edge of one. She chewed on her bottom lip, considering.
"If you won’t give me your name, then… I’ll just call you Mr.Gold." she nodded more to herself than him. It was a good name.
"I’ve certainly been called worse."
"Mr.Gold…" she began, and stood.
"Monster!" A harsh female voice sounded from behind her, and Belle jumped, turning around. A woman with short black hair, dressed in a short, dark dress with severe red lipstick strode in. Belle took a step away from her, towards the cage, but the woman’s eyes landed on her. Belle tried to hold her gaze and not flinch.
"Well, hello little girl." The woman bend over slightly, and smiled at her. It made Belle’s skin crawl.
"Are you enjoying the circus?" She tilted her head.
Belle glanced over at Mr.Gold. He remained unmoving, sitting close to the bars as he was before. She looked back at the woman.
The woman followed her glance over to the man in the cage. ”Oh, don’t let him scare you. He is a dangerous monster, but we have him locked up nice and tight.” She might have been imagineing it, but Belle could almost feel loathing roll off Mr. Gold behind her for the woman.
"Still" she continued “It’s dangerous to talk to him. He’s a sneaky monster." she cocked her head slightly. “You didn’t tell him anything about yourself or give him anything, did you?"
Belle shook her head. “No, ma’am.”
The woman smiled. “Good. Are your parents around?” she looked around the room, as though they were hiding in the corner.
"They let me come to the circus on my own."
"Well - it’s actually against the rules for children to be here unaccompanied." Belle didn’t remember reading any signs that said that. “Come with me, and we’ll get you home safely." She held out her hand towards her.
Belle eyed the offered hand, and glanced back up at her eyes. ”Who are you?”
"Oh, she’s the steward here." Mr. Gold’s voice piped up for the first time since the woman entered the room.
The woman sent him an annoyed glance. ”I am owner and manager of this circus.”
"Owner is it? And why don’t you tell us how you went about obtaining it Re-gin-a?" he was being more scathing now than at any time Belle had heard him.
"I don’t need to engage in conversation with our attractions.” she sneered, lifting her head slightly. She was quite literally looking down her nose at Mr. Gold.
"And yet here you are." He sounded delighted. “Tell me Regina, did your guard dog outside alert you to the fact I had a visitor?"
"He told me he saw an unaccompanied child, yes." No one had reported anything yesterday.
"She doesn’t like it when I have repeat customers." he said, directing his response towards Belle. “Suspects I might use them to plan an escape. She’d close this tent, but it amuses her too much to know that I’m now just an attraction.” He giggled.
"Come along, girl." the woman named Regina said again, ignoring Mr. Gold’s comment, but clearly irritated. She held out her hand again, and Belle couldn’t think of a way to refuse taking it. She slipped her own hand inside.
Walking out with Regina, Belle took one last look towards Mr. Gold as he watched them leave. She would come back, no matter what.
I love, love, love this to pieces. The potential. The interactions. Everyone so in character. I’m hugging my laptop to my bosom, which is the closest I can get to gathering this fic into my arms.
I don’t get this. Because, on the one hand, the confession is admitting that Rumbelle is super popular, which means that it recognizes that there is loads of chemistry and people really enjoy it but on the other it’s saying: It would be even more popular with anyone other than Emilie de Ravin. It’s as if the OP thought that Rumbelle would’ve worked no matter what, to the point that even Emilie could get it to work. Baffled.
I got this ask yesterday at night and it got me thinking about a lot of stuff, so I decided to make it into a tiny little meta about what I feel is going on with Belle, Rumbelle, the producers and Jane Espenson.
Under the Read More for length.
Word Count: 1,057
Summary: Gold has to find some way to relieve his tension after a particularly frustrating appointment with Dr. French.
A/N: Smut is apparently a sickness, so after the RMC unanimously decided that wanking was one of our favorite things to read, I decided this piece that was edited out of Alternative Treatments deserved to see the light of day.This is obviously set during the early days of their appointments, before exam room sex happens.
May this smut help to soothe your poor
This was lovely, Raven.
Summary: Post The Outsider. An amnesiac Belle finds herself spending more and more time with a skittish but determined Mr Gold while acclimating to her life. And even if she keeps him at arm’s length there are moments were she cannot help but let her guard down.
RMC prompt: Foot rub. Basically “Amnesiac!Belle is aroused by Gold giving her a foot rub, and deeply embarrassed by it.”
Title: Alternative Treatments
Word Count: 3,010
Summary: Physical therapists were supposed to be big, hulking, obnoxious men not smiling brunettes with gorgeous legs and eyes so blue they practically glowed in the dark.
A/N: You can thank Lost and Straggle for this smutty little piece. It took me a while to get there, but you finally get physical therapist!Belle and patient!Gold. (I also stole some names because at 3 a.m you just don’t care anymore)
LOOK AT THE PRETTY. IT’S MY FAULT AND I’M EVER-SO-PROUD.
YOU GET FOOT PORN FOR THIS RAVEN. YOU DESERVE IT.
… and is this your first smut? I can’t recall but if it is I feel like I should give you a hug and say something along the lines of “MY BB IS A WOMAN NOW!” It was fantastic, nice pacing, nice wording, awesome in general.
Seriously, why is everyone already accusing the Charmings of being rude to Belle and Rumpelstiltskin, especially the latter? Why is everyone automatically accusing them of accusing Rumpelstiltskin of hurting Belle?
Prince Charming himself was the one that saved Belle in The Crocodile. Without him , Rumpelstiltskin would never have found Belle. Even when the whole town was unwilling to help Rumpelstitlskin, after all he has done, Prince Charming was still willing to help Rumpelstiltskin find his True Love because he knows what it to be separated from the ones that you love.
Nor have the Charming Family ever been openly hostile to Belle. They never shunned her or spoken any cruel words towards her.
Yeah, I really don’t understand where this is all coming from. Charming helped Rumple find Belle and he saw how much he cares about her. He knows all about true love.
I don’t know how Snow will react at the accident scene, since she doesn’t really know much about the relationship or Belle. Maybe Charming clued her in? If she doesn’t know about Rumbelle, then I can see her worrying that Rumple did something to Belle. You can’t blame her for that if she has no idea what’s going on with them.
I think people way overreacted to the scene in The Cricket Game. The Charmings were not being rude to Belle. They didn’t stop by for idle chit chat, they were in a hurry to solve the Archie mystery. Emma and Snow had no idea who she was.
They were abrupt, yes, but as you do point out major crime to solve, no time really to be polite and observe all sorts of niceties. They were, however, incredibly rude to Gold, coming over with no evidence whatsoever into his personal domain, accusing him of murder (even though they are actually trying to have an open mind regarding the other “evil person” in town, even though EVERY piece of evidence points towards her), accusing him of murder and framing and then demanding that he prove himself he didn’t do it. I get that he was the obvious second choice for suspect, but they jumped from “he might have done it” to “you did it” pretty fast. They just sort of ignored Belle but, as pointed out, bigger picture, people. I can understand they are not only busy with something major but also still shocked and distraught at the death of their friend.
And I couldn’t even listen to the audio! But I really hope that this works because it’s OUAT sunday and we may need the smutty serotonin high to deal with this episode, so…
GUISE, LOOK AT THE PRETTY. THIS IS EITHER BOLLYWOOD DANCING!BELLE OR GENIE WHO FALLS IN LOVE WITH LONELY SPINNER MASTER!BELLE.
We do realize this right?
Oh, they’ll probably go: “No, it’s not, he didn’t kill her. And besides, it wasn’t like she was Hook’s wife, that’d be much worse.”
Nevermind that Hook didn’t kill Belle only to make Rumplestiltskin suffer more and that Belle saved Hooks life hours before he completely fucked her over.
Oh, and sorry for the language. I foresee some really creepy fandom conversations and it just rubs me the wrong way.
“Come on, Belle he has to die, I mean it’s obvious!”
This was my favourite part of the episode. I laughed so hard.
Then I stopped laughing because Hook is a fucking bitch but yeah this was funny.
(No I don’t like Hook. I mean, that’s not Hook. Hook is an English Gentleman who attended Eton. That’s just a less funny version of Jack Sparrow)
He’s just a pirate with a missing hand who happens to go to Neverland. NOTHING else about him is remotely reminiscing of Hook. Not even his Smee.