#jedimasterkatara

[comickergirl]

Do you happen to have a link to the Hamilton/Star Wars shirt Kara wears in your last comic?

I have a link to the shirt it is based on! 

[nodesiretogrowup]

Happy Best Friends’ Day to @jedimasterkatara, @notasfunnyasibelieve, @princessmelina, @mistake-spiral, and everyone whose urls I’ve forgotten. Love you all!

[phoenixfeatherquill]

I got to vote for Spinner's Son.

Noted!

[nothingeverlost]

Has Synnove been rescued from Hook and Cora yet?

nope.  I need to do more with that AU after Christmas

[nothingeverlost]

Can we see Synnove with Emma or Henry?

We'll see Synnove with both.  And when it comes to Emma it's interesting, that in the remix Emma is an adult and Ellie is younger than Henry, but in the main verse we'll see a five year old Synnove meeting an infant Emma.

[nothingeverlost]

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The Music of the Night, Phantom of the Opera

Softly, deftly, music shall caress youHear it, feel it secretly possess youOpen up your mind, let your fantasies unwindIn this darkness that you know you cannot fightThe darkness of the music of the night

[nothingeverlost]

If I wanted to put a few rumbelle prompts on my tumblr for a few authors to see, what should I tag it with? ( I don't care who takes it, so I don't want to ask just one author)

That's a good question.  I've been going through my prompts and was going to put some up too.

Guys, how about a 'rumbelle prompt' tag?  For anything people want to prompt or put up for adoption.  Or if there's a tag that would work better, suggestions are great.

[nothingeverlost]

I just read the Jefferson babysit fic. Could you do a bit where Jefferson comes back and sees Rum being great with the kid?

Follow up for this drabble

I just made myself 'aw' by the way.

II

The first time he waited at the edge of the sidewalk, not quite on Rumpelstiltskin's property.  Though only separated an hour Grace ran out the door as if she'd been waiting for him, throwing her arms around him like it at been 28 years.  He didn't let her out of his sight until she was tucked in bed that night.

Once a week for the next two months he picked her up at the pink house, coming closer to the door but never crossing the threshold.  The walls of the house tingled with magic; it made his skin itch.

It wasn't until the day he'd waited five minutes without her appearance that he dared to step onto the porch.  The windows bled colors and made it hard to look inside, but he hoped to at least see shadows moving around inside that would tell him that is Gracie was coming out to him.

"They're in the kitchen."

Jefferson jumped at the sound, and turned to find Belle had snuck up behind him.  Belle, who was supposed to be with his daughter at all times.

"They?" There was a sharp pain in his forehead; he knew what the answer was before she spoke.

"It's alright, Jefferson.  He's better with her than I am, and I'm quicker at running to the market."  She held up a red box; part of his brain said raisins.  The bigger part of his brain said that his most precious thing in the world was alone with the Dark One.  He ignored the bite of magic against the scar on his neck and walked inside.

"It's alright, sweetheart.  I promise."  A cool hand slipped into his, guiding him down the dark hall.  He followed blindly, his senses tuned on listening for any signs of danger.

They stopped in a doorway.  Jefferson blinked against the bright lights, and squeezed the hand holding his tightly; his Grace was safe.  His Grace was laughing.

"You can't do that, silly.  People only have two arms."

"Ah, but those aren't arms, ducky.  Those are wings.  This one's not a human but a fairy, and when she's baked I'm going to gobble her up."  A warm laugh was joined by a giggle as two heads bent over a tray of gingerbread men.

Next to him Belle shook her head.  "A bad influence, perhaps, but never a danger, Jefferson.  Not to her."

She slipped away, leaving him to watch as she joined the other two at the counter, standing next to Grace's stool and opening the box of raisins.  "I made sure to get especially plump ones.  They should all have big eyes, don't you think Grace?"

"Uh huh!  Mine's going to have a cravat made of icing too, just like papa.  Mr. Rum's is a fairy; I think it's going to fly away before he can eat it."

"That would serve him right," Belle said with a laugh.

"If it does I'll just have to find something else to nibble on."  Over the top of the girl's head the two adults looked at each other with amusement and so much love that Jefferson staggered backwards a step.  His Alice had looked at him like that, once upon a time.

It took him a full minute of watching them before he felt able to step into the room and greet his daughter with a kiss on the top of his head.  She insisted that they stay until the cookies baked; he ended up eating a crooked little man covered in raisins.