#ofchippedheroics

“Cut and print, thats a wrap people” came from Dorian Gold the all time famed producer writer and director. He truly had inherited his fathers talent for the movies. The Gold family had a long history in the movie industry. His father was a producer, his mother a director and Gold he was a writer but he went to school for all three.

His current project he has written, produced and directed. Some would say Gold was great at what he did and he was. Others would say Dorian Gold was the biggest asshole whoever walked the earth and he was that as well. The man never smiled, he was rude, mean and had absolutely no compassion for others. The only reason he was where he was because of his parents and sadly he got his attitude from them. Well his fathers mostly. His father was a brilliant producer but he was mostly remembered for his horrid treatment of his staff.

Shooting for his movie “Beauty & The Tragedy” has just wrapped for the day. Production was just getting started and they had yet to cast a few parts. It wouldn’t be too hard however a few calls could get Mr. Gold whatever he wanted.

He was relaxing in his office when his phone rang. He grumbled and picked it up. “Something wrong pam?” he questioned his secretary on the other end. “Yes Mr. Gold sir theres a women here, says her name is Lacey and she wants to meet with you,  something about a part in your movie” she said into the phone.

Gold had to hold back a groan. “I do not remember calling open auditions Pam so please tell Miss Lacey -he spat- to kindly -” he was cut off “Sir I’m afraid she is rather persistent”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Fine send her in” he said slamming down the phone.

Pam placed the phone down and looked over to the women. “Mr. Gold says he’d be delighted to meet with you. His office is down the hall three doors on the right” she smiled.

The word slipped from her lips and he stepped back in shock. Did she just say what he thought she said. They weren’t fighting as Belle and her Daddy no this was Adrian and Belle and he did not like that one bit. His face changed from one of shock to one of disappointment as he looked away from her.

He had his back turned to her now, glancing out the window to the streets of Manhattan. He closed his eyes slowly with a sigh, letting the matter hand sink in. He didn’t want feelings in this, feelings only complicated things. Feelings only hurt the heart in the end, and Adrian Gold was done being hurt.

He didn’t want to end it like this not when things were going so well. He knew she eventually might gain some sort of emotional attachment to him given the nature of their practice. But love, no Adrain wouldn’t believe it he couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t loveable he was a monster.

Everyday he saw those cobalt hues gaze upon him, he wondered when he got so damn lucky have have such a creature, an angel in his arms. And then reality kicked in and he realized that Belle wasn’t his and she would never be his. There was nothing more to this relationship, if you could even call it that , then him getting his dominance and she getting her pleasure.

This was only hurting them both, going on like this. When he knew full well how she felt. He wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way anymore. Knowing in his heart that it was possible he felt the same. But he wouldn’t give in. It was best if she just left and he could go back to being a monster and she could live a life she deserved

ofchippedheroics & forgotthecinnamonx

The light was streaming in through the windows of the three story pent house, it was a typical saturday in the city of Los Angeles. Dorian Gold was sitting at his breakfast table eating his plate of eggs and bacon and reading the local paper. Nothing new in there that was of any interest to him at the moment. No updates on his latest murder trial. It was an interesting case he was the defence in this one, a role Gold didn’t usually play it was a nice change of pace if he were to be honest. Though he wasn’t too sure about the evidence in this one. 

The man was being charged with killing is ex wife who was found dead in her new husbands swimming pool. From what Gold understood she women was a psychotic bitch but the evidence was sadly stacked against him. It was his job to find a scrap of proof to prove the man innocent. It was going to prove a challenge  but Gold did enjoy a good challenge 

He was lost in though when the telephone rang. He got up from his seat and walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Mr. Gold speaking who is this?” he asked into the phone. A women's  voice came on the phone.  “Ah so i got the right number then” she told him relived “ I was just calling to tell you that two girls are on there way over” 

Gold was  so lost in his case this week had forgotten all about the add he dropped off at the club in the back streets of downtown. He wasn’t expecting an answer this quickly, but then again who knows what kinda people were in this city.

“Oh right the add I remember, thanks for the call. I’ll be ready for them” he spoke rather rushed into the phone. “Great, have a good day. And I think you’ll be quite please with them” she said cheerily before she hung up.

Gold slammed the phone down and rushed around  to find the damn contract he drew up earlier. He run up the stairs to the second floor to find the damn thing when he herd his door bell ring. Rushing downstairs with the document in hand he straightened his tie, placing the document on the table he opened the door.

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ofchippedheroics, ofdarkmagic

A simple bet and the demon knew he’d win it, there was no doubt in his mind. He flipped the coin in his hand, looking toward the overcast sky, eyes flickering to black for a moment before he turned his attention back to the church before him. Holy ground, that was going to be the thing getting in his way, which made Killian scowl, but it wasn’t as if he could get the man out with out arising suspicion.

Slowly he approached the doors, feeling every part of him telling him to go the other way. This would likely get him smited but he supposed that was why they betted with him to do this job. None of those other spineless bastards were brave enough to go onto holy ground—while Killian, he was. 

The church was quiet, though he guessed that wasn’t unusual, it was ready to rain outside, a quiet evening when most would be at home with their families. At most a homeless man would likely interrupt and he’d enjoy devouring their soul before continuing his job seducing the priest toward darkness. 

After all that was what he was here for. 

He adjusted his leather jacket, twisting his head this way and that to stretch himself out, knowing his vessel would have to look it’s best. “Hello, Father.” His voice came out in a sultry irish accent as he strode along between the pews. 

ofchippedheroics, ofdarkmagic

If he was honest, he’d come here looking for a fight, looking to either end his crocodile or himself, because that’s how things usually were between them. He pushed the Dark One’s buttons and threatened everything the man loved because he wanted Rumplestiltskin to feel just what he’d felt. Just what he’d gone through, the pain, ache, loss, everything.

Maybe going after Belle hadn’t been his brightest idea but she was the only thing the Dark One cared about. Killian had nothing and meanwhile the Dark One had everything – at least it felt like that to the pirate.

Yet here he was with his back against the glass surface of one of the display cases in the man’s pawn shop, feeling Rumplestiltskin’s breath on his skin. A shudder going through him at how close the other was, his nose almost touching the pirates. Killian’s heart was beating an erratic rhythm within his chest, eyes closing as he took in a deep breath. Knowing that Rumplestiltskin would likely laugh at him for this – for the moment of weakness.

Darkness. That’s the last thing he remembered. He was slipping further and further away and soon only the dark one would remain. Rumplestiltskin would be gone and the dark one would reck havoc on the entire town. Belle was there with him and they had poured out their souls to one another.

There was a simple reason, for not anything being enough. But that in itself was a false statement, it was all enough, it was more then enough. The only thing wrong was, he didn’t believe it, any of it. Belle could say she loved him a million times, but that would never be enough, because his heart wouldn’t let it. He had spent centuries alone without love, and nothing but darkness in his heart. Someone being able to past the mask of the monster, was just not believable to him in any way. It was there, proof, there was always proof, but his heart said otherwise. Rumplestiltskin was a beast, and who could ever learn to love a beast.

But Belle told him she knew what she was getting, that she knew who he was. And he still struggled to believe her in that moment. He tried so hard to get her to leave, but she insisted on staying behind. And when there foreheads touch, it could every ounce of self control inside him not to kiss her, just one last time. She may have told him she didn’t love Will and didn’t want Rumple to die alone, but that did not mean she wanted him back. Perhaps it was pity, or maybe she was scared as well. Scared to open up the possibility that there was hope and that they could be together. If only he had tried harder.  He could have fought it, he could have, but centuries of darkness did indeed take their toll on you. 

Rumple remembered his final words and then he just blacked out. He was in a deep sleep but his hearing was not lost. The faint sounds could be heard as he noticed the presence of a few people. The muffled words were barely audible, and then all of a sudden he herd nothing.

He awoke on a cot who knows how long later. He opened his eyes and looked around slowly, he was alone. Rumple tried to get up but his leg wracked with pain when he tried too, he moved his hand over his leg to heal it but nothing happened. What was going on? what happened to his - he was cut off mid though when he saw it.

There on the ground  the fancy engraving facing him. He reached over to pick it up, glad it was only a short distance away. Some way some how the darkness was removed from him, but how? he slowly turned the blade around to examine the other side and what he saw made his heart stop.

No, it couldn’t be it must have been a mistake. He reached up to rub his eyes, dropping the knife on his lap. Perhaps he was just seeing things, his vision playing tricks on him. He went to pick it up again and it still read the same name. Belle