the madam


male submission rumbelle au that’s basically canon but whatevs

male submission rumbelle au that’s basically canon but whatevs


delintthedarkone:

Rumburgers and Belleteas! (Because THIS and These)

delintthedarkone:

Rumburgers and Belleteas! (Because THIS and These)


rumbelle meme | five quotes [3/5]
↳ “I hurt his heart. Belle’s just where he keeps it.”

posted 1 month ago with 955 notes via valoscoperumbelles)

doctorrsong:

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spiffybunn:

RumBelle by RumbelleFairytale
I’m dead.

spiffybunn:

RumBelle by RumbelleFairytale

I’m dead.


posted 1 year ago with 125 notes via tjmysticspiffybunn)

fairytaleasoldastime:

MY BABES!!!!!



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.

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

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posted 1 year ago with 11 notes

I’m still mourning Bed of Thorns.

I really am.

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