#trinity fic

@kuronekoartsblog worked long and hard on a variant cover(!!!) for Trinity. Might get another one done eventually, I seem to like sets of three.

This is the result of that one poll from a while back. We decided to go with Saint Seiya as the main anime reference. Kuro did some really cool design work here, and those colors? Cwispy. Maybe I'll post chapter 2 soon, wouldn't that be cool

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The fifth time Grace asked him about his relationship with Belle and Rumpelstiltskin, Jefferson finally gave in.

“Alright,” he said as the two of them sat down at the dining room table.  Each of them had a small stack of plain white drawing paper in front of them.  In a large straw basket between the two of them was an enormous collection of colored pencils, crayons, pastels, and markers.  “So what do you want to know?”

The warm afternoon sun shone on Storybrooke’s one playground, bathing the town’s children in light as they played. It was warm on the wool of Rumpelstiltskin’s dark tailored suit - almost uncomfortably so. But there was a light breeze in the air, a breath of fresh air that stirred the ends of his long brown hair.

He watched from a distance while Bae played with his son, Henry. He still couldn’t believe it. Even months after coming home from Neverland, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that not only had he finally found his son after centuries of careful plotting… but his son forgave him. Rebuilding trust between them wasn’t so simple, but Rumpelstiltskin was willing to do whatever it took. Anything for his boy.

I swear I almost forget to do this every week until @eirian-houpe does theirs and reminds me.

This week’s snippet brought to you by kinky Mad Rumbelle angst-smut.

Belle turned to Jefferson. She wasted no time. Cupping his stubbled cheeks in her palms, she kissed him long, slow, and deep, pouring every drop of love and affection she had for him into the kiss.

The moment she heard the front door slam shut behind Jefferson, Belle turned in Rumpelstiltskin’s arms, pressing her face into his sweat-soaked hair and breathing in the comforting scent of him.  The two of them entwined around one another, natural as breathing: her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around her ribs, holding one another close.  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the tears that threatened to fall.

Being in her husband’s arms soothed the worst of Belle’s tumultuous emotions.  Just as it always did.  As Belle was Rumpel’s strength, spurring him to acts of courage he didn’t think himself capable of, so he was a balm to her spirit when the injustices of their little world became too much for her to bear.  With her limbs entangled with his, his heartbeat in her ear, and the scent of her pleasure still clinging to him, she felt whole, complete.  

“What are you learning in school today, Grace?”

Belle glanced over at her husband where he sat next to her in the diner’s corner booth. Rumpel was looking at the girl on the other side of the table with genuine interest, his brown eyes filling with warmth that he reserved for very few. Surreptitiously, Belle reached under the table to squeeze his knee affectionately. He answered her caress by laying his hand over hers, stroking his thumb over her knuckles.

Across from them, Grace swallowed around a mouthful of syrup-soaked pancakes, a dribble of the amber liquid running down her chin. “We’re learning about the Civil War in US History, and the Third Ogres War in Home History.”

(A/N: for you, always! I’m pretty sure, by the winky face, that you’re looking for smut. But you should know by now that I am a colossal tease.)

No, what had Rumpelstiltskin’s shaking with nervous anticipation was what Jefferson had done when he’d sat down at the dinner table. He’d taken a look at the small purple vial next to his wine - the one with the contraceptive potion. With slow, deliberate movements, he’d pushed the vial to the side, his smirk mischievous and dark with intent. A glance over at Belle had shown a similar smug grin on her face. The message was clear: there would be no need for the potion tonight. Whatever they had planned for him tonight, it seemed they were both in on it.

This week’s preview is for @comradegiddybiscuit​ who was hoping I would work on the conclusion for Trinity next.  Your wish is my command, my friend!

The thought occurred to Belle, not for the first time, that she was about to have what could be a very unpleasant conversation with a very powerful magic user.  A magic user with a quick temper, who was slow to let go of a grudge.  Things could go south very quickly if cooler heads didn’t prevail.