La Vaillance

Indie AU Belle French

[disneymoviesanywhere]

There’s nothing like turning the page on a new story. Happy #NationalBookLoversDay.

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thecursedspinner

He smiled a bit at her words. He was glad she wanted him and only him. It was nice to be wanted by the person that he loved more than anything. She was holding his hair then and wrapping her arm around him and he couldn’t help but feel a pleasant shudder. She was so perfect and he was already half hard, just at this.

“Well you’re certainly making me a bit more than a wee bit needy,” he informed her, eyes glancing down at her exposed skin. It made him wish that he wasn’t in his own clothes, wanting more skin on skin contact. He dropped his cane then, wrapping one arm around her as the other moved up to start lessening his tie.

Part of Belle liked watching Rumple undress. She liked feeling the shudder of pleasure along the ridge of his shoulders and seeing the arousal cloud his eyes. To be able to illicit those reactions from him, and knowing she was the cause of them, made her all the more aroused. 

But part of her also really liked undressing him herself. It was a newfound kind of power, one that she relished.

“Let me help with that,” Belle murmured. Her hands slid back over his shoulders to still his hand before he unraveled the material any further. 

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thecursedspinner

His eyes widened when he saw what she was wearing, and for a moment all he could do was stare, a bit of a blush forming on his cheeks. People may say he was a monster at times, but certainly not in a sexual way. Seeing his girlfriend naked could certainly bring a bit of color to his cheeks still.

He lifted his eyes to hers after a moment, feeling a bit breathless. “I think two things,” he told her, standing and leaning his weight on his cane as he walked over to her. “For one I think you look absolutely stunning, as always. And as for number two, I think you’re feeling a bit needy tonight.” Which was fine by him because she had him feeling aroused already, just at the sight of her like this. It was really amazing, what she could do to him.

“I can help with that you know,” he added, gently moving some of her hair behind her ear. “If you want.” He of course knew that was her whole reason for coming here dressed like that but he always liked to be sure so he might as well.

Belle turned her head with Rumple’s hand, covering it with her own and pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm. Belle knew what she wanted, or rather who. “I only want your help with this,” she affirmed for him. Taking his other hand, Belle placed it on her hip, right over the criss-crossing lace that went up her side. She was aching to feel him against her skin. 

“Though,” her arms snaked up to drape across his shoulders, one running across his neck and threading through his hair, “a bit needy is a bit of an understatement, perhaps.” With the action, the material of her dress bunched in the front, giving Rumple a much better view of her breasts.

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thecursedspinner:

@decidingmyfate

Gold was in the back of the pawnshop, fiddling with some items that needed fixing. This was what he liked about this job. He had time to just relax, work with his hands, do something worthwhile. The front of his shop may be rather cold and uninviting, but back here was his sanctuary, where no one was allowed. Or, almost no one.

He turned when he heard the footsteps, seeing Belle had entered through the back door. “Hello sweetheart,” he greeted her. “What brings you here?”

Belle smiled coyly as her eyes found Rumple. She had suspected he would be back here. “Oh, I just wanted your opinion on something,” Belle started as she made her way over to him in a few steps, heels clicking across the floor. 

A thin, ankle-length dress trailed out from under the coat Belle wore, though only from the front and back. There didn’t appear to be any material to the side of the dress, giving the illusion that she had two slits that run up to her thighs. However, when she removed her coat for him to see, it was revealed that that was not the case. In fact, the dress lacked material to its sides at all. Instead, they were bound by lace that criss-crossed against her fair skin, letting the ends of the ties fall across her thighs. The front was a simple design with a low cut collar the revealed an ample amount of her chest while still being modest enough to cover her. Not that it left much to the imagination. 

“What do you think,” she asked with a knowing tone, turning on the spot for him to have the full affect. The material swayed as she moved, giving him glimpses of what was underneath: bare skin waiting for him.

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surrexitpetalis

Sir Gaston could be called a great many things, but never impolite. He was, perhaps, the very antithesis of impolite.  Given no other option, he would have waited outside Belle’s door all morning, had it meant avoiding the taboo of entering her room unannounced.

When it came to his fiance, Sir Gaston had taken to approaching each and every interaction with an air of wooden efficiency, as if he’d been given a script from which he would not– or could not–deviate, regardless of occasion.

But he was..trying. Sir Gaston was, in fact, trying very hard indeed. It was simply a fact that, up until now, ‘trying’ to Gaston had meant ruthless competitiveness on the field of battle, and a certain unnecessary seriousness in the approach to sword drills. 

And sword drills, on the whole, tended not to talk back. 

Finally, with an air of bewildered stiffness, Gaston knocked on Belle’s door. Loud, slow, careful knocks.

“Belle?”

The girl boarded the boat with trembling hands and confident steps. Having set her heart on this, it would be hard for to dissuade her. And yet, even as the crew weighed the anchor and the sails unfurled like billowing clouds, she knew that— 

“—Belle?” The voice was accompanied with hard, careful knocks.

The salty sea air faded from Belle’s senses and she blinked a few times, slowly realizing that Gaston had finally approached her. Much like one of the rigidness of a new book, her fiancé had proven austere manner time and time again by approaching her like she was an obstacle to be conquered rather than the partner he would be planning the rest of their life with. Perhaps he was not to blame for this, but it seemed no matter how many times she tried to read him he refused to let her turn the page.

Sliding her cloth bookmark between the pages, Belle closed the book, set it aside and walked over to her door. A hard click sounded as the door opened to reveal her fiancé.

“Gaston. What brings you here?”

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reyskywalkres:

once upon a time meme: ↳ [4/10] characters: belle french.

“No one decides my fate, but me.”

[bellefrenchroleplays]

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Muse as old as time

"I'm far too old for these games."

"What's it like to be immortal?"

"How old ARE you?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand the current slang."

"Do you know how to use a smart phone?"

"I am waaaaay older than you."

"Being this old has pros and cons."

"Do you have any idea what Netflix even is?"

"Did you meet Shakespeare?"

"I was alive when the pyramids of Egypt were built."

"Are you an angel or demon?"

"Humanity has jumped chasms in just the past thirty years. It took at least two hundred years to upgrade from wood to an iron plow."

"I'd rather ride a horse."

"You can't be THAT old!"

"That's simply impossible."

"I remember when stars filled the night sky and cities were practically nonexistent."

"Magic is real."

"Your problems are inconsequential."

"The universe spins, the earth moves and time passes ever on."

"What's it like, being as old as you are?"

"I'm just glad corsets have finally gone out of fashion."

"You can be upset about security measures all you want. I'm happy it doesn't take a month to travel across the Atlantic."

"Are you REALLY immortal?"

"I have seen all of time and space. You know what? It's the little stuff that counts."

"It's the here and now that's important to me."

"Doesn't it ever get boring?"

"I have loved many people over the many years. Each one is special to me."

"Every day brings new things."

"Do you ever want to end it?"

"I couldn't ask for anything more."

"Sometimes I just don't get mortals."

[rowenasamuel]

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philinda:

aesthetic meme: swan beauty (requested by @reyorgona)

[scienceshenanigans]

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surrexitpetalis:

//flxrtiisms:

//egglorru:

//immaplatypus:

“I’M ESPECIALLY GOOD AT PRECIPITATING”

“MY WHAT AN EYE THAT GASTON”

@surrexitpetalis

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absolutezerro:

 “The 59 Sound” by the Gaslight Anthem sentence meme

aka i’m having a bad day and want to make something to distract myself and i love this band

My heart’s like a wound 

Everybody leaves and I’d expect as much from you

Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn’t you?

We had the greatest of expectations

We had the greatest of expectations

Well I wonder which song they’re gonna play when we go

Did you hear the rattlin’ chains?

Ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night

Try to find peace and patches for the holes

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos

Some boys forget what the heartache brings 

And the taste of defeat was never too far from your mind 

I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else 

And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet 

I’m all washed out by the side of the road

I’ve loved you so long but you deserve much better than me

And I’m never goin’ back and I’m never goin’ home 

I’ve been less right than wrong 

And I lit a fire that wouldn’t go out 

Until all I remember was burnin’ away 

climb on out of your room 

‘Cause I never had a good thing and I always had the blues

And the night is our own 

You move like a dream I had 

She never understood that it ain’t no good 

In this great abyss of just what might have been 

I’m a whole lot worse for wear

But I’m determined to slip this skin 

And I know you’re dyin’ for a good time 

I’m dyin’ to breathe again 

Come and take my hand, I’ll give the very best I can 

I still love Tom Petty songs and drivin’ old men crazy 

So you sing me a slow song and I’ll drive you crazy tonight 

But all I want is you to be all right and satisfied 

And we’ve been burned by all our fears 

I can’t take no more regret 

And I was full with fiery wonder 

And I’m not sure if we belong here 

Meet me by the river’s edge 

I spent every night of my youth on the floor bleeding out from all these wounds 

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oftallahassee:

“You know why I do. My advantage is that he doesn’t know that I’m alive or here, and I’d like to keep it that way, Belle.” He reminded her. “As you said, living is a good reason. And death follows him wherever he goes. I don’t want to be part of that.” He then chuckled lightly. Belle’s love for books was endearing and it was one of the things he loved about her. “Tell me all about it.”

Belle sighed. “That wasn’t what I meant, Baelfire. I meant, you shouldn’t have to live in fear like that.” She couldn’t imagine hiding from her family like that, living in fear of her father, that she, or others, might be killed by him. It was unthinkable and she couldn’t imagine what Baelfire was going through. 

About her book, Belle smiled. “it was about a girl who leaves her boarding school and sets sail on a ship.” It was the kind of thing she was tempted to do sometimes. Setting out some of the food, she gestured to it. “Please, help yourself.”

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oftallahassee:

When they pulled back, Baelfire nodded. “I’m fine, Belle. Don’t worry. I’m just not exactly on the good side of most of the guards in this kingdom. And for good reason.” A shrug followed. “Am I ever.” A light chuckle was heard. “But, I’m also really glad to see you. It gets really lonely out here.” He offered her a smile. “So, tell me what’s been going on. Anything new?”

“Living is a good reason,” Belle replied. “You shouldn’t have to hide like this, Baelfire.” Taking her satchel off, she sat it aside atop a stump. Inside, she had packed bread and cheese as well as a bottle of wine. While hardly a full meal, she wanted to share what she could get away with. Taking too much from the kitchens might raise someone’s suspicions. “Oh, there’s nothing too much that’s new. I did finish a new book yesterday. It had the most wonderful ending.” 

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foreverlostinliterature:

(via Search books images)

[rp-meme-central]

2 Word sentence starters

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rpmemes-galore:

rp-meme-central:

1. “That’s disgusting.”

2. “Don’t go.”

3. “Look out!” 

4. “Come here.” 

5. “That hurt!” 

6. “I’m tired.” 

7. “Go away!” 

8. “Don’t look.”

9. “Thank you.” 

10. “You’re annoying.” 

11. “Another one?” 

12. “Help me!” 

13. “Hold me.” 

14. “Don’t cry.” 

15. “I’m back.”  

16. “Do it.” 

17. “I’m sorry.” 

18. “I’m hungry.” 

19. “Explain, please.” 

20. “Bite me.” 

21. “It’s cold.” 

22. “Get down!” 

23. “Kiss me.” 

24. “Shut up.” 

25. “Hit me.” 

26. “Marry me?” 

27. “Stop it!” 

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oftallahassee:

Baelfire had been on his own since he’d landed back in the Enchanted Forest at fourteen. He refused to seek out his father, and instead chose to fend for himself. Throughout his time in the forest, he had met a girl named Belle and the two had become good friends, though they had to meet in secret. This had been their routine for years and Baelfire soon arrived at their meeting spot to find her already waiting. “Sorry, I’m late.” He apologized. “Had to take another route, because there were a couple of guards on the normal trail.” 

Relieved, Belle gave Baelfire a quick hug. “Don’t worry. Is everything alright?” It wasn’t exactly approved for the princess to be seeing known thieves, but it was half the thrill. Truthfully, she had known him for awhile now and knew he was good. Baelfire only ever stole for himself. “I brought some food too, if you’re hungry.” Stepping back, she gestured to her satchel.