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This is a masterpost of links to each of my manicures featuring Rumbelle, Belle, Rumplestiltskin, or the chipped cup. Links to my favorites are capitalized.

Belle: x, X, x, X, x, x, x, x, x, X, x.

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold: x, X, X, X, x, x, X.

Rumbelle/chipped cup: x, X, x, X, X, x, x, X, x, x, X, X x, X.

Rumbelle AUs: A Bed of Thorns, The Tune of Bullets, Addiction, A Drunk Madman in a Box.

Anyelle: Rushbelle, Macelle 1, MACELLE 2.

CreamyGold: x, x, x.

Walking away from Bae was the hardest thing Gold had ever done.  He and his son had talked for hours, but it wasn’t enough, not when they had twenty-five years of catching up to do.  

Tomorrow, Bae would return to Tallahassee, but he’d promised to visit again soon, bringing Emma with him next time.  Somehow, after everything, Gold had redeemed himself enough that Bae was willing to allow him a place in his new life.

The euphoria at being reunited with his son lasted until Gold stepped off the cabin’s front porch and abruptly realized that it was fully dark outside.  

Oh shit.

When Gold stretched out an instinctive hand to touch his son, wanting to verify that the boy was more than just a hallucination brought on by wishful thinking, Bae stepped back with a groan, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.  “I should’ve known this was inevitable.”

Gold staggered forward into the cabin, trying to close the distance between them.  “Bae…”  His eyes were watering, but he didn’t dare even blink, unwilling to take his eyes off the son he hadn’t seen since he was eight years old.  He’d gotten so tall.

Bae’s face hardened.  “My name is Neal.”

“I can’t believe people pay for this,” Emma said in disbelief as she lowered the horse trailer’s ramp so Belle and Rum could step out of the vehicle.

“Since they’re paying us, maybe you shouldn’t say that so loudly,” Neal pointed out.  As Rum walked down the ramp, brown ears held high and suspiciously swiveling in all directions, Neal nodded in satisfaction.

A moment later, Belle followed Rum down the ramp.  The llamas did look good, Emma had to admit.  Since they started entering the animals in competition, she, Neal, and Henry had gotten grooming down to a science.  Their wool was soft and fluffy, begging to be petted.  

She watched as Neal and Henry applied the finishing touches: a top hat and bowtie for Rum and a veil and a wreath of white roses around Belle’s neck.  They were ready.

Rating: PG

Summary: Royce Gold finds himself suffering from sleep-deprivation following the departure of his son to college. Finding that his fear of abandonment is keeping him from a restful night of sleep he seeks out a fellow insomniac to share a bed with. Nothing romantic or complicated, merely a mutually-beneficial arrangement.

Strictly platonic, or so he tells himself. Over and over.

Based on this prompt because none of you meanies wrote it for me.

Belle jumped as Alastair pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  She’d been so intent on her psychology reading that she hadn’t even heard him come in.  “Studying hard, sweetheart?”

As always, the endearment made her heart melt.  She was Alastair’s sweetheart.  He even called her that in front of other people, letting everyone know that she was special to him.  Nothing—not even getting her GED— had ever made her more proud than knowing that Alastair loved her.

He was so completely perfect that it seemed impossible that he could be uncertain of her affections, but Belle was slowly starting to realize that Alastair wasn’t as confident as he let on.  The fact that he’d believed Keith Nottingham’s horrible words for even one second was proof of that.  If hearing him call her by a pet name made her feel happy and proud, maybe he would like it too.  He might appreciate the reminder of how much she adored him.

So the only person who has like a legit religion is the Jewish, nebbishy bad guy?

Fan fucking tastic