This, Belle knows, is no ordinary bargain. Just like that is no ordinary book.
"And for this - what will you have?"
The man - this sudden mottle-skinned apparition interrupting her path on the south road - gives a breathless laugh, a twitter, given life with a fluttering gesture of his spindly-fingered hand.
"Why, it’s a gift," he tells her, tongue laced with another voice, something muffled behind the pleasant-faced words. "No payment necessary. Not all toads want kissing, dearie."
She casts a glance at his mouth, his dry smooth lips, but the look is fleeting, merely curious.
"However," he continues, a certain weight to his words, "should I happen to call upon you, I trust you won’t forget my generosity."
"And…this will help my father?"
"That, and more, should you wish it."
The worn ochre pages look like they could contain a thousand spells, could hold the secrets to all sorts of wondrous and terrible magics, but even now she thinks that she can see sand between the leaves of parchment, the dust of a hundred ruined kingdoms.
Is her need - her father’s - so great as to warrant accepting this fatefully-timed offering? The smell of blood that lingers in her memory, never dissipating, answers her.
The stranger shows his stained teeth in a curling smile as she reaches out, holding the jittery Cecile’s reins fast as she does.
Belle will not return home empty-handed, and she knows better than to think this man will not collect his favour.
Though she wonders, as his strange hazel eyes stray, if kisses are so very far from his mind.
I have a question to the rumbelle writers.
A nsfw question
I’m still mourning Bed of Thorns.
I really am.
“Careful Syynove, you never know when a crocodile will attack.”
“toys can’t bite people papa!”
Rumpelstiltskin smirked at his daughter and put on a high pitched voice, “Oh really dearie?” And with that he took the stuffed animal and started tickling the little girl with it’s mouth.
I have this head-cannon that any Rumbelle children would have some sort of stuffed crocodile or a pet lizard. So Yeah. I figure he saw this in a bazaar as he was returning from a deal of some sort and decided to get Syynove a souvenir.
Also, Syynove is Nothingeverlost’s character, I just don’t want to make a new rumbelle kid design tonight. It’s Late. The stuffed crocodile design is all mine though.
Mama Lost !
Look what I’ve found today !
Cold Mountain is passing right now on my tv
And for a minute I though
Belle as Ada, Rumple as Inman and Ruby as Ruby Thewes
and now I’m crying
but now i’m literally crying over my keyboard after reading Mr. and Mrs.Gold final chapter.
huge plot wist
not expecting that, at all
and now i’m fucking cry
i hate everything right now
this fanfiction made my weeks so freaking happy
but now i just want to smash my laptop
MY HEART IS CRYING
THIS FIC WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME