A project to write a letter from Rumple to Belle every day of the summer hiatus
Thanks to anonymous. You know who you are.
I have about had it with this bloody ship. Hook supposedly knows it “like the back of his hand.” (There’s a quip that’s gotten rather tiresome very quickly.) Well if he knows the thing so well it certainly isn’t showing. We’ve been at sea for days, but I’ve refrained from using my power to make the journey go any faster. Something about the form of the Dark One has made me wary. I can feel it coursing through my veins, in a way I had almost forgotten could take hold of me so completely. I am attempting to control it, but the amount of magic in this land can be overwhelming. The thoughts of you are what keep me grounded. What you would want for me, how you would want me to behave. It is a challenge, but one I am willing to take in order to keep Henry safe and my baser instincts at bay. At least until I know I will need to use them.
The only thing that keeps me from losing it on this blasted ship is that there are some moments that can be quite amusing. Miss Swan’s reaction to the slight change in my appearance is not something I am likely to forget in the near future. It seems she hasn’t taken the time to read her son’s book very carefully. In retrospect, telling her it was a rare disease only found in Neverland that would kill me in a matter of hours before spreading to the others on board may have been a mistake. Although it was very much amusing to see just how gullible our savior could be.Eventually, I told her the truth of my curse.
It is not easy, having this amount of power at my fingertips again. I am reminded of just how simple it was to be overtaken by the curse at the start. But as always, it is you that I cling to. My humanity? That good you’ve always seen? It’s you. And as you always have, you are saving me.
In response to Ticktockdearie’s Letter a Day project, she inspired me to write a letter from Belle to Rumple.
(And also persuaded me to post it—or rather sighed at me until I posted it… So, there’s that.)
My Dearest Rumple,
I can still taste the salt in the air, still hear the Maine waters lapping against the docks, the creaks of the ship as it swayed slightly against the wake… but it all pales in comparison to the look in your eyes. All the emotion in the world, in your perfect eyes.
I know why you wanted me to stay… but just once, I’d like to go with you. Not to hunt down thieves or rescue anyone, just us, away in the great wide somewhere. We’ve lost so much time, in this world and the last, and I can only hold onto the hope that the time we shared will not be all we get to spend together. Everything that I wish I could have said on the docks that day, I will carry with me in my heart, until you return to me.
Please be careful, wherever you go. I know you’ll be tempted but I know you’ll prevail. I meant it, Baelfire would be proud of you, Rumplestiltskin. I am proud of you. In all the time that I’ve known you, I’ve seen goodness in your heart, even when you thought there was none there. It always has been there. It’s you, Rumple. At your very core, you are a good man. I know you lost your son, and I cannot express how sorry I am about that, but all that time you carried your thoughts of him, your devotion to finding him… and that’s what makes you a good man. You love, unconditionally, and shine in the hardest decisions. I believe in you.
Whatever land you find yourself, whatever world that portal took you to, there is always a way home and you’ll find me waiting for you just as I promised. Forever.
All of my love,
Summary: Mr. Gold is just the pawnbroker, landlord, and most hated person in Storybrooke until the night Emma Swan comes to town and he begins to dream of a woman he’s never met before. AU season one with a Beautiful Creatures twist.
“Gold, what do you know about the hospital?”
He paused with one of the wooden dolls he was moving still in his hands and looked up at a rather angry Sheriff Swan. “What was that?”
“The hospital, what do you know about it?”
Could this be about what was going on yesterday? “It’s a hospital,” he shrugged. “Nothing particularly special. Although, the direction of Dr. Whale’s gaze when dealing with female patients is questionable. But I’m not one to gossip.”
“So I’m guessing you don’t know about the secret basement asylum?”
and it was heartbreaking, then happy, THEN THE ENDING HAPPENED. I frightened my roommates by stumbling out into the hallway and falling to the floor while clutching a door frame and laughing and crying at the same time.