Hi, I'm Jackie. On this blog you can expect Once Upon a Time, Glee, Broadway musicals, and Tumblr randomness. My Glee fics (mostly Klaine) and my OUaT (Rumbelle) fics are linked in the sidebar.
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Prompts: Bedtime stories. A flicker of light. Sapphire.
Group: A
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The Intruder
Rumpelstiltskin was bored. One of the caveats of being the Dark One was becoming entangled in the lowly petty affairs of autocrats. It was tiresome making deals with men who believed that his magic would conquer all their fears and trouble. It always ended the same, with them repeating the same mistakes in ever shifting alliances and promises that dissolved over the passage of time.
As the Lords continued to debate in hollow chatter, Rumpelstiltskin’s mind narrowed down to one tantalizing thought…Belle.
She had run desperately from the world she had known into the refuge of his arms. Even though he and his beauty were as different as blood and water, they found an undeniable love that trumped any lingering doubts of duty and guilt.
She was raised on bedtime stories of handsome heroes and noble knights, and yet her heart’s desire was for him. She had tasted the unknown and willingly let him be her guide into his world of darkness.
And she in return planted tiny seeds of light and hope in his twisted jagged life, nourished by every touch, every smile, every word she bestowed upon him, until his heart opened like an awakening rose, unveiling itself completely and freely to her.
Prompts: Bedtime stories. A flicker of light. Sapphire
Group: A
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Fond Regrets
Sat in the armchair across from his young son’s bed, Rumple turned the page in his wife’s favourite book and continued with the story, while his son, Gideon, laid in his bed quietly listening. Reading bedtime stories to his son had become Rumple’s favourite part of the day. When Baelfire had been Gideon’s age, they hadn’t had any spare money for books. Every thing Rumple could get from selling his wares, went towards feeding and clothing his son. Creating these special moments with Gideon were wonderful, but they also served to remind him of his failures with Baelfire.
Rumple breathed in deeply through his nose, taking a breath to control his welling emotions, before he carried on reading. “Lowering his lantern, Gideon saw a flicker of light ahead of him in the darkness, and then another, and another. He stopped and crouched. Someone else was in the cave. His heart began to pound in his chest. Echoes of orcs chattering filtered down the passage way, filling his heart with dread. His right hand instantly found the hilt of his sword, located at his hip. Thinking of his quest, of the princess and of the people relying on him to retrieve a firebloom - Gideon bravely raised his lantern and pressed on, undeterred.”
Prompts: Dark chocolate. Falling in the dark. Constellations.
Group: B
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Ad Astra
They’re called freckles, apparently.
It had taken Belle some time to figure out what he meant when he said he liked her ‘little dots’. The word tickles him for some reason. It’s a fanciful-sounding thing. Freckles.
The first time he’d laid eyes on her – stretched out on the beach, the brim of her sunhat flopping into her eyes – he thought she might be made of alabaster. The same pearly gypsum as the statues he has found amongst the remnants of shipwrecks. He knows better now, having observed her so intimately. She is lovelier, far more fascinating than the unblemished stone of sculptures. There is such detail to her; the silvery streaks on her thighs and stomach, a few faded scars here and there, and all those gorgeous freckles.
She is the inverse of the night sky. If the sky is soot and coal with tiny pinpoints of light, she is cream and roses, stippled with ink stains. They form wee patterns on her skin like the stars overhead. Constellations, Belle called them. They’ve spent many afternoons lying in the sand, him dripping seawater onto the cover of her mythology book. The names bewitch him. Cassiopeia, Ophiuchus, Andromeda, Vulpecula. They’re prettier than the sort of human language his ears are accustomed to. Their lyrical quality resembles the sounds that his fellow Finfolk trill to one another beneath the waves.
Prompts: Dark chocolate. Falling in the dark. Constellations.
Group: B
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Star Crossed
“Watch your step.” Gold held onto Lacey’s arm carefully as they picked their way up the hill to the clearing. Darkness had fallen and while the flashlight they carried illuminated their way, the forest path held more than a few trip hazards. Lacey had foregone her usual high heels, but he still had his cane to deal with.
His thoughts that perhaps this had been a foolish idea evaporated when they reached the top and Lacey caught sight of the blanket spread out across the ground, flickering candles at the side and a basket in the centre. Her face lit up in a delighted smile at the scene and he resolved to give Dove a significant bonus this year.
Practically pulling on his arm, Lacey led him over to the blanket and the nest of cushions there. Giving him time to seat himself comfortably with his cane and ankle, Lacey focused on the basket, turning to hand him a glass of champagne once he was settled.
“This is beautiful, Rum.” She clinked her glass against his and smiled over the rim as she took a sip. “But you know you don’t have to go to all this trouble for outdoor sex. You only have to ask.”
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