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☼ I am officially done with this semester! It's been a long one so I'm grateful it's done. (I technically have one more class tomorrow morning to discuss the end of W&P but since I've finished, I don't need to do anything else.) So let's talk about this semester a bit, hm?


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when i look in her eyes, i just see the sky
rumpelstiltskin/belle (once upon a time); nc-17
~4,600 words

in which belle proves herself adept at dealmaking, the tavern has only one available bed, and there is far too much pent up sexual tension in the land of fairytales.

notes: thanks to saturninepen for reading it over. and to lovelysolitude and xinvisiblewings for yelling at me about ( Read more... )

i will sing you morning lullabies
mr. gold/belle (once upon a time); r
~2,800 words

It took time, and more than one argument, but eventually she found herself, not surprisingly, falling back into his arms. Now things were better-normal, even.(Warning: cavity inducing fluff. Seriously. We deserve a reprieve from all the angst we're having to go ( Read more... )

there's a beauty in walking away
mr. gold/belle (once upon a time); pg-13
~3,800 words

“Mr. Gold.” Belle speaks hoarsely, her eyes trained on his photo. She considers for a moment. She nods. “I don’t think I want anything to do with him.”

notes: can't stop, won't stop. thanks to the wonderful skypirateb for reading it over despite not being as into the ( Read more... )

an exit door
mr. gold/belle (once upon a time); pg-13
~1,800 words
"No, he was no prince but now, now that she was alive and in his arms, he would be anything she wanted him to be."

Mr. Gold finds Regina at the hospital, as well as a secret she had been keeping hidden for years.
notes: thanks to the lovely saturninepen for reading over it. also, i figure ( Read more... )

whispers that transcend walls
mr. gold/belle (once upon a time); pg-13
~1,200 words
Sometimes she would cry without realizing it, wake up with a dying scream upon her lips. Other times she would feel nothing at all. He would disappear and reappear and she’d idly wonder if those hands belonged to him. She would trace her fingers over her thigh and ( Read more... )