Pairing: Graham squared aka Graham Humbert (OUaT) and Graham (Priest)
Author’s note: Graham in the movie Priest is played by Robert Carlyle. I don’t know how this pairing happened, exactly, but I ship it hard.
Of course, two characters named Graham can get confusing. I hope this makes sense. Tori beta’d for name confusion.
Summary: “I’m not a very complicated man, sheriff. In fact, let me put all of my cards on the table.” Graham was prepared for argument. Hell, even a gun wouldn’t have surprised him much. The kiss did.
“You want to know a secret, Sheriff?” They rounded the corner, Granny’s B&B coming into sight. The porch light was on, as it always was, but it was late enough that all the other lights were off.
“I think you can find your way now.” Graham felt strangely conspicuous standing under the streetlight, even though he wasn’t doing anything more than showing the stranger to his temporary home away from home after a drink or two too many at the White Rabbit.
“That’s the secret. I could’ve found my way here at any time. I just wanted you to come with me.” It was rare enough for there to be strangers in town, but what was even stranger was that the man’s name was Graham. That, and he looked a bit like Gold but Graham tried not to think about that.
I need to read more of this verse ;___;
Okay, never written fanfiction before. Literately never. But my rumplebelle feels won’t go away and I haven’t written anything original in forever so…here we go?
Title: Price of Forgiveness
Genre: Romance, angst, hurt/comfort
Summery: AU. No fairy tale land. Mr. Gold is a disgraced soldier who seeks therapy from a pretty Dr. Belle French in hopes of reconciliation with his son.
Notes: Inspried by rufeepeach’s ficlet in “In Any Other World”, because of this I use her first name for Mr. Gold. This is probably going to be continuing? Like I said, first time doing fanfic.
That’s really good and I’d love to read more of your Psychiatrist!Belle since I’m writing a Child Psychiatrist!Belle myself ! Not the same dynamic but still very interesting ! Keep going! (and if you need an invitation on AO3, I have an account!)
Drip. Drip. Drip.
William Plunkett was not a squeamish man. He couldn’t afford to be in his line of work. But still, his stomach turned at the gentle drip, drip of blood on the dusty ground.
Brilliant and heartbreaking. SO UNFAIR.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Characters/Pairings: Regina Mills, Cora Mills, Emma Swan, Henry Mills, Snow White, Swan Queen (not the focus, however)
Rating: M, because of possible triggers
Word Count: 9,523
Summary: “Regina has a mother who loves her now, and she doesn’t know how to handle the ramifications.” An AU after “The Miller’s Daughter” where Cora gets her heart back and lives. Glimpses into the year afterward.
A/N: First of all, a special thanks to ennn for beta-ing this! And being an excellent beta at that. This fic is sort of like my miracle baby. I wrote in a huge burst of inspiration last night between 1 and 5 in the morning, because I seriously couldn’t stop until I finished it. I’m mostly satisfied with how it came out, (it’s also the longest and most detailed fic I’ve ever written), however I want to tinker with it more before I put in on AO3 and ff.net.
The title is from a line Rumpel says to Cora: “Not a very pretty name, is it? Sounds like something breaking.”
I hope you all enjoy if you choose to read! (And please do leave a comment in my ask, if you are compelled to).
It’s become a habit to hear the padding of feet at five in the morning, just before the sun crests over the horizon. The last parts of night fading into pale blue.
Cora hasn’t slept well since every emotion she’s ever had started hitting her at all angles, threatening to cripple with their strength. Regina, having to fight sleeplessness her entire miserable life, finds herself following in her footsteps in the days following Cora moving in. It seems fitting, as Regina had followed her footsteps in life, even when it was the last thing she’d ever meant to do.
La la la it’s canon, I don’t hear anything else.
Here it is! Finally! Thank you, thank you everyone for your kind words and encouragements through this! I have the best followers in the world!
Bad Faery, this one’s for you. A thank you for giving us the wonderful “And Again” and other variants of this wonderful woobie priest.
Rated R for violence and some minor sexy times.
oh my god did you try to kill me? reading this feels the same
“The royal family left his shop, failing to note that they had forgotten entirely about the tired dalmatian sitting at Gold’s feet.” Gold and Belle decide what to do with Pongo, coming to a decision that delights the both of them, though Rumplestiltskin won’t admit it. The dog brings about a change in the couple that they never imagined possible.
Neither Gold or Belle mentioned anything about who Pongo would stay with as they walked out of the shop together, the dog trotting happily ahead of them.
Belle gripped his leather leash, smiling as she walked a bit closer to Rumplestiltskin, their shoulders brushing together with each step. Both secretly wished that the other would mention something about staying together again to properly take care of the dog, but neither would bring it up.
For now, they strolled to the pharmacy, hoping to purchase supplies for the dog. They could’ve taken what Archie had for the dog, but Gold insisted that they start out fresh.
Belle was fine with this. It would’ve felt wrong to keep Dr. Hopper’s items for the dog. To feed Pongo from the bowl that a man who was now dead had once fed him from chilled her to the bone. She still felt a little nauseous after seeing Regina kill the man in the little dream catcher Rumplestiltskin had produced.
Belle focused on Pongo’s walking as they neared the pharmacy. She was well aware that other Storybrooke residents were staring at them. What a silly family they made. The Dark One, an asylum escapee/librarian, and the dog of a dead man. Belle had to hide her huge grin at this thought by idly rubbing her nose. What a lovely misfit family they were!
They paused outside of the pharmacy, Gold pulling out his wallet. “No mutts inside.” he told Pongo before nodding to Belle. “I’ll go buy supplies for him, wait here with him while I’m inside?”
“I suppose I can manage that.” Belle teased. It wasn’t as if anyone was waiting to kidnap her or handcuff her out here? Maybe someone would interrupt this moment as so many others have?
I already read all the ficrec by sabrielstories and dailydoseofdestiel *cryiiing* But the one for sherlock? Perfect!!! <3 Thank you *_*
you guys are awesome you know?
YOU! YOU I LOVE YOU! No I don’t read it and fucking hell 418,000 words IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!
”DO NOT ATTEMPT TO READ THIS ALL AT ONCE. YOU WILL DIE.” ahahaha NOPE.
I’m a little newbie in the SQ fandom (well, I ship them since the first ep but I read just 10 fics maybe?) SO THANK YOU! *hugs*
AU: Belle remembers everything about their old life, and finally gains freedom from her asylum prison. But Rumpelstiltskin is nowhere to be found: in his place is an oblivious pawnbroker who is as cursed as everyone else in Storybrooke.
A/N: And here the rating rises to low-R. Scenes of a kinda sexual-ish nature ahead. Warn the children.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
That evening, Gold leaves a bowl of soup and a plate of bread outside Belle’s door for her dinner. Somehow, he knows that she isn’t coming down, no matter how much he wishes she would. Does he know her so well after only a few weeks?
He wonders at her reaction: did he say something wrong again? Did he remind her of something she’d rather forget, or further disrupt her belief that he is the man she wishes to be with? Did he simply upset her, offend her, with his opinion?
Stop killing me. STOP THAT. I need more btw I’M SICK I NEED YOUR FANFICTION SO I CAN FEEL BETTER *sobbing*