#rumpled lace

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Gold & Lacey - 4.“Shut up and kiss me.”

Lacey grabbed the lapels of Gold’s suit jacket, cutting off what he was talking about and surprising him into silence.  She smiled cockily at him as he looked down at her, a smile of his own curving the corner of his lips.

“Let me guess.”  He growled huskily in her ear as he leaned forward.  “Shut up and kiss me?”  Gold asked, his lips brushing her ear and making her shiver.

“It’s like you read my mind.”  She replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

The shared a smile as he leaned down capturing her lips with his.  Lacey sighed and tried to ignore how sappy she’d become since she started dating Gold.  On the other hand she couldn’t be blamed entirely for the way she was acting.  Her boyfriend had a fierce and terrible reputation but she’d discovered that he was actually quite sweet and had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous.

It wasn’t something she’d thought she’d like, but now she couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone else.  Pulling back she rubbed her nose against his and smiled again.  With her arms looped around his neck and his hands on her waist she was perfectly content.

“The answer to your question is ‘yes’ by the way.”  She said as she bit her lower lip coyly.

“Yeah?”  He gasped softly and she smiled tenderly.  This was a side of him only she ever saw, and this was a side of herself that was only for him in return.

“Yeah.”  Lacey replied, leaning in and kissing him once more.

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Lacey gets cold feet prompt- when Gold realizes that Lacey ran, he knows exactly where to find her.

Most people would assume if they needed to find Lacey they could simply find the closest alcohol storage, whether it be a bar or wine cellar.  He knew better. He walked along the duck pond, his wedding tux making him stand out even more then his usual suits did.  As his cane clicked along the stone path he scanned the many benches, finally finding her, her white dress making her stand out as much as he did.

He moved closer, his heart breaking when he was near enough to see her crying.  Sitting beside her he tentatively placed his hand on her back, rubbing soothingly.  She turned to look at him, sniffling.

“Gold?”  Lacey asked, more tears running down her face.

“Oh sweetheart,”  He murmured as she fell into his arms.  Kissing her temple he rubbed her back and let her keep crying.  “Tell me what’s wrong, darling.”  He whispered after her crying turned to soft hiccups.

“Why do you want to marry me?”  Lacey replied, her soft words breaking him further.

“I want to marry you because I love you.  But, darling, if you’re not ready we don’t need to do this, we don’t need to do anything you don’t want.”  Pulling back he cupped her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes.

Lacey nodded and bit her lower lip, looking down.  She took his offered pocket square and wiped her eyes.  They sat in silence for a moment as she folded and twisted the ruined piece of silk in her hands.  He was beginning to grow nervous, wondering what she was thinking as they sat there.

“I-”  Her voice cracked and she swallowed, trying again.  “I don’t think I’m ready to get married.”  She admitted, looking up at him.  His heart sank at her words but he nodded in understanding.  He began to pull away from her until her hand shot out and grabbed him, keeping him in place.  “That doesn’t mean I wont be ready soon, or that I want to break up!”  She added hastily.  “J-just not today.”

“Of course, Lacey, only when you’re ready, I can wait,”  They shared a smile and then she was back in his arms, much more at ease then she had been only moments before.

Rumplestiltskin held his cursed love closer.  He’d spent 28 years as nothing more then Lacey’s lover, he could wait a little longer for her to love him back and be his Belle again.  He knew he’d been a fool trying to rush it by asking her to marry him, but Rumple wouldn’t be making that mistake again.  If there was one thing he was good at it was being patient for the ones he loved.

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Golden Lacey prompt: Lacey and Gold are getting married, but she gets cold feet and runs off before the ceremony can start.

Lacey rubbed her hands together, trying to keep them from shaking as she looked at the duck pond before her.  She was supposed to be getting married right now.  On the other side of town Gold would be waiting for her at the end of the aisle, his golden-brown eyes eager as he expected her to show up at any moment.

Biting her lower lip she squeezed her eyes shut.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry him, there was nothing she wanted more in fact, but she always ruined everything she touched.  She didn’t want to hurt Gold more then he already had been.  Maybe he’d be a little hurt at first by her not showing up, but in the end it would be better.  He’d find some nice girl that was smart enough to know the difference between Rembrandt and Monet and who didn’t drink like a fish; and she’d… she’d go back to hanging out at the Rabbit Hole where she belonged.

The past year had been one of the happiest of her life, but she knew it couldn’t last, nothing good ever did.  She and Gold were just fooling themselves thinking they could go from no-strings-attached-booty calls to dating to marriage.  This was doomed to failure from the first drunken kiss a year ago.

So why did it feel like she was ripping her own heart out?  She was just trying to do the smart thing and stop this nonsense before they got hurt, or hurt worse in her case.  In a year Gold would thank her when he found someone that was in his league and they didn’t need to go through a messy divorce.

A drop of water hit her hand.  Lacey looked up in confusion, the sky was clear and free of clouds, it was a beautiful day to get married.  Belatedly she realized she was crying.  The drop on her hand had been the first of many tears that where now running down her cheeks.  Her make-up would be ruined and if she wasn’t careful so would the pretty dress she’d picked out and bought with Gold’s money.  If she wrecked it he wouldn’t be able to return it.

Lacey let out a harsh wet laugh.  She really did ruin everything she touched.

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Rumbelle + speeding (any 'verse)

So this is the final part of an ancient verse of mine that I’m finally finishing! Part One, Two

Lacey gripped the steering wheel of her sporty little car, letting out a pathetic sniffle as she blinked away a few stray tears.  She was doing this for herself, it hurt now but it would hurt a lot less in the long run.  Her foot pressed down on the gas peddle harder as she let out a choked sob

With tears blurring her vision as she sped down the road leading out of Stroybrooke she saw the wolf on the road too late.  She turned sharply to avoid it but lost control as she did so, spinning until the car slammed into the sign welcoming people to the town no one knew existed.  Her head lulled back, everything aching as she struggled to stay conscious.  Lacey’s last thought before blackness claimed her was of her Gold’s smiling face as she told him they were expecting.

It felt like moments and years later when she opened her eyes again.  He was there, her husband, the man she loved.  I must be dead, Lacey thought to herself as he ran his hand down her cheek.  Then she shifted and a stabbing pain lanced through her shoulder, just like the last time she’d been on this stupid road.

“Don’t move, sweetheart, I haven’t finished healing you.”  Gold cooed gently, soothing her pain with his magic.

Her eyes widened, her hand going to stomach.  “The baby?!”  She asked, panic filling her.  If her rashness had coast her their child she’d never forgive herself.

“Safe and healthy.”  He reassured.  “You’re just a bit banged up from the crash.”

She nodded, her relief making her lightheaded.  Lacey hadn’t even realized she’d lost consciousness again until she awoke in Gold’s arms as he carried her to his undamaged car.  He was being so gentle and loving, it was killing her.  He didn’t love her, he loved Belle, she was just a cheap imitation.

“No, darling, don’t say that.”  Gold whispered, kissing her forehead, replying to her unintentional confession.

“But it’s true.”  She said quietly.  “It’s why I tried to leave, I can’t live with you knowing you love her and not me.  I can’t stand loving you and know you don’t love me back!”  Lacey sobbed, another confession leaving her lips without permission.

“Lacey, please.”  He said, his voice quivering.  “I do love you, and I love Belle, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.  You’re two sides of the same wonderful coin.  Totally different and yet stunningly alike, I love you, all of you.”

Gently he set her on her feet beside the car and cupped her cheek in his hand as the other went to her hip to steady her.  With tears in her eyes she leaned up to kiss him, her hands on his shoulders to help anchor her to reality.  With their kiss came a startling burst of light and magic that filled the quiet night.

Belle pulled back and looked into her Rumple’s eyes a bright smile pulling at her lips.  “I love you too, all of you, Rumple.”  She whispered before sharing another happy kiss with him, her true love.

[cuddlewuddlebunny]

Im about to post my first story in this fandom and I’ve got no idea what I should call it.

Its Rumbelle + Rumpled Lace-BrOTP. A ‘kind of’ crossover from OUAT and Supernatural/ Ghostbusters (Actually John Sinclair, bc I spent way to much time listening to that. Does anyone know this even outside of Germany?)

Can someone help lovely fandom?

[bramblebriarrose]

Prompts

Free to a good home

I keep dreaming up fic ideas that I have no time to fill. I'm just going to put them here, if that's okay...

AU Gold/Lacey:

When Regina restores amnesiac!Belle's curse memories, the result isn't the carefree, selfish Lacey. Belle was already determined to do things her own way, to drink with the dwarves and be her own hero. No, this Belle is stern, joyless and endlessly repressed. Gold struggles to win over a woman who apparently desires nothing more than a quiet, tidy life without complications.

AU no-curse Storybrooke:

Gold and Milah trapped in a bitter, loveless marriage. Milah refuses to leave because of a prenup which will ensure she gets nothing if she does. Gold is a shuffling, weak willed man, terrified of upsetting his sharp-tongued wife and fears losing his son. Milah hires a young woman as an au pair. Gold finds himself drawn to the girl, who is gentle and kind. Bae seems to love her and for the first time in years Gold lets himself believe he might be happy. Then Belle leaves abruptly and timid Gold sets out on a quest to find out why.

[repeatinglitanies]

Now I kind of want someone to fic this idea! (I'll never let Lacey's memory die, never!) Do have a prompt for the fandom oh great and powerful prompt master?

Prompt: Lacey looks into the Snow Queen’s Mirror. And it reveals her worst fear: that Gold would leave her, even forget her should this “Belle” ever return. When Gold gets her out of the cave, she instantly decides to sleep with him

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ask for my fave lacey&gold, run away lacey gold have you found lacey yet whats your plan do you still want belle back

I don’t have a plan, I’m just trying to catch up with Lacey.  And I’ll always want Belle back, she’s my true love, but the chances of Lacey remembering who she really is are zero if she leaves town.