Currently, there are not any remixes of this fic although I’m open to that later, after I’ve written more or all of the story. Also, not an alternate version, but I’d like to explore more of Regina and Emma. I kinda alluded to them in the first chapter.
11: What do you like best about this fic?
I don’t normally write angst, but I’m going to try really hard to make this angst and I’m excited about that. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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I find it highly unlikely that Belle wouldn't have been able to research BDSM to her satisfaction. For someone as determined and studious as her, it should have been easy, esp when their world has a government-moderated D/s matching system. We don't have that in our world, and there are TONS of books and websites available to us. Still, thank you for the update, the story is an interesting read. :)
Are you talking about this part?
“You’ll probably find me really inexperienced,” Belle confessed as he disappeared into the kitchen for their dinner, “I tried to read up on things, but this is possibly the one time that books can’t help me.”
Yes, Belle has done copious amounts of research. It’s mentioned in the first chapter that she’s read and is reading several books on the subject. But reading isn’t going to tell you what you like and don’t like.
It’s like reading about food, I guess. I can read about the taste and consistency of pumpkins all I want but that’s not going to tell me if I like them or not.
Maybe people can read about different kinks and be like “i’d like that” and then do it and like it? This could be a weird disconnect because I’m a virgin?
theladyofthedarkcastle reblogged your post and added:
I love that Chip made it into this verse!
The tension is definitely building between these two!! I can’t wait to see how they continue interacting with each other within the confines of this law!! :D Great update! .
Yay Chip! I love him.
pinchtheprincess reblogged your post and added:
Oh, dear. This could quickly veer into some worrisome territory, but I’m guessing you’ve got a plan? With him just jumping right into what he wants, with no discussion of her likes, dislikes, and limits, she’s a sex slave, right now–even with a safe word. I’m guessing he’s being horrible for a reason? I can see the future of the angst meter, and I think we’re going to need a technician in to repair the thing.
I do have a plan, don’t worry. Part of that plan was to talk about her limits and such during dinner.
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:( He's upset she's nervous so he is being the monster he thinks she expects. I see much angst in the future. And smut. Which is a fantastic combination and I am looking forward to it!
Yes. That first line, yes, that’s exactly what I’m going for!! Also, I don’t normally write angst BUT I’M TOTALLY GOING TO TRY.
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I wonder who the Matchmaker is. Someone we know, like Isaac? Or a new character? It’s us isn’t it. Poor Gold, alone all those years and thinking he’ll never have anyone to share his life with. Having to wait until Belle turned eighteen. And her getting assigned right away probably because of his age.
Yes, the Matchmaker is someone we know... actually I’m stuck between two known characters for the Matchmaker, uhg.
pinchtheprincess replied to your post:thestraggletag reblogged your post and added:This...
I seriously loved it. And now I’m going to see if you’ve posted more. (Hoping against hope … )
The first chapter is all I have posted for now, I’m working on chapter 2 as we speak- er, write- but here is a little sneak peak to tide you over...
He retreated to the living room, taking his place in his chair as he waited. But he didn't have to wait long, as soon Belle crossed the threshold, looking nervous. Mr. Gold's grip tightened around his cane, she expected a monster? Well, she could have one.
Anon prompted: Matched rumbelle first family Halloween
A/N: I didn't want to delve too far in, but I created fluff so hopefully you like it :D <333 Bae is 3 years old.
“Watch your step!” I say, tugging on Bae’s tiny hand. He’s all excited and adorable in his little monkey outfit, and every time he hops, the tail attached to his rear bounces. It’s his first time trick-or-treating, so he can’t stop babbling about candy and sweets. Of course, I’m just as thrilled. Maybe twenty pictures have already been taken tonight and we’re not even out the door.
A tuft of his hair sticks out in front of his eyes, but he doesn’t let me brush it to the side. And when I bring him out onto the porch, Rumford is there waiting for us. He’s bent over the pumpkin we carved a few days ago. Bae’s blue eyes shine with wonder as he watches him light the candle inside the pumpkin.
Rumford looks up once it is done and smiles as he sets down the lighter. His warm, dark eyes meet mine, and I know what he’s going to do. In a flash, he has Bae up in his arms and is swinging him in the air. “How’s my little lad? What are you? Are you a...dinosaur?” He winks at me.
“A pirate? Argggh!” Rumford responds, spinning on his feet. He’s careful not to fall down the steps or knock over the pumpkin. Bae fists his hands in his father’s hair, careful to hold on, though he’s never been dropped before.
“No, Papa! A monkey! Oooo ooo ahh ahh!”
I nearly collapse from laughter when he starts making monkey noises to give Rumford hints. Apparently Rumford agrees because he bursts out laughing and finally nods to say yes. “Ah, a monkey it is!” he announces impishly, bringing Bae to his chest and then pressing a swift kiss to his half-covered head. He meets my happy gaze before letting his eyes travel down my form to the hand resting on my slightly swollen belly. “What is your Mama, I wonder?”
“She’s pregnant,” I tease, not wanting to dress up in a costume. I’m about four months along, and the last thing I need is to fall because of tripping in unfamiliar clothes.
Rumford hums and walks to my side with Bae on his hip. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, giving me a kiss. He rests his free hand on my belly. “Are you sure you want to come with us? I can manage Bae alone.”
“And miss his first Halloween? I’m coming,” I answer, although I know it isn’t what he wants to hear. This pregnancy has turned out rougher than the first one. Morning sickness combined with constantly aching limbs and joints has made me slower and more tired. Sometimes I sleep the day away and Rumford has to remind me to eat because I’m eating for two. Other times I am starving and eat like there is no tomorrow. The changing moods are enough to drive me crazy.
Frowning, Rumford moves his hand to the small of my back. “What about your feet, sweetheart? You said they were hurting yesterday.” I silently curse myself for my words, but the need for a foot massage had been too great last night.
“I’m fine,” I say, exasperated. “Let’s go.”
Still looking unsure, Rumford sets Bae down on his feet and heads inside. I give him a questioning stare, but he ignores it and grabs my coat off the rack. “I’ll not have you catch a cold,” he says when I roll my eyes at him. He helps me into the coat and buttons it up for me. “Are we still going to take him trick-or-treating in your old neighborhood?” There is something heated in his eyes, and we’ve argued this before. We live in a very secluded wood with no neighbors, and he would rather we take Bae trick-or-treating in his parents’ neighborhood.
“Yes.” I ignore my husband’s pointed glare and bend to take Bae’s hand. “Ready to go, sweety? Let’s get you into the car while Papa locks the doors.” We’ll have to drive to my parents’ house and get out from there.
“Yes!” Bae squeals, picking up his pumpkin bucket from the inside of the door. “Yes! Candy please!” He swings the bucket as he skips down the steps. I follow him and look over to catch Rumford’s broad grin.
