#tinkerbae

[onceuponatimegivesmelife]

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Tinkerbae

Runaan’s Bowblade

Like Rayla’s blades, Runaan’s weapon is uniquely crafted to suit his fighting style. In one form, it is a deadly sniper’s bow, and it can split into two blades for close-quarters combat. It’s one of his most treasured possessions, as it was a gift from someone very precious to him, the same craftsman who made his pendant.

God, my heart. Is it just me, or is the tinker missing one of the ovals in his horn cuff there? Maybe they were bespelled to keep track of Runaan, or that particular oval was tied to Runaan’s pendant, and once he crushed it, the tinker knew something was going wrong with the mission. The rings at the back of his horns seem to be missing, too. Maybe he tried to cast a spell to reach Runaan, and he got no response. Aaaahhh, it’s killing me.

I also have a headcanon that Runaan and his tinker decorated each other’s horn cuffs, and that’s why Runaan’s have nice decorative scrolling that matches his hair pretties, and the tinker’s horn cuffs are more straightforward. But the tinker loves them, put his heart and soul into imbuing Runaan’s decorative touch with anything he can think of to keep him safe from harm.

I want the tinker to head to the castle after Runaan, meet little King Ezran, and get caught up on a quest to free him from the prison coin. They’ll free Gren along the way, and he and the tinker will get on like a house on fire--so upbeat and optimistic that Bait literally glows in their presence without meaning to.

And when they finally learn Runaan’s fate and get a hold of his coin, the tinker will sink to his knees, clutching it and smiling like the sun through tears of joy, and Runaan will hear his voice. The fear on his face will melt into hope.

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

“I found you. I found you!”

“Beloved, what are you doing here? It’s not safe.”

“I’m saving you. I’ve always been trying to save you.”

“I... don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do. Now let’s get out of here so we can break this spell and free you from that coin.” The tinker pauses before dashing out on Gren’s and Ezran’s heels. “So, which pocket do you want to ride in?”

Runaan frowns, puzzled, and then one corner of his mouth lifts in a smile. “Oh.”

[imhookedonthequeen]

Tinkerbae + Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

[maddiebonanafana]

Neal and Tinker Bell + Black Mirror AU @zoe19blink

Metalhead

“We found a dog at the warehouse. We lost it for now, but my guess is its still operational. If we don’t make it back, we’ve always loved you all.”

[thestraggletag]

Mistaken Identity, a RCIJ Fic

Prompt: Tinkerbae Twins Reveal Rumbelle Grandparents

Recipient: @maddiebonanafana

Rating: PG

Summary: There’s nothing quite like having people confuse you and your crush for expecting parents.

Author’s Note: I hope you really enjoy this present, Maddie. I have to admit I struggled with it a lot because I just could NOT make it work as a rumbelle prompt. It just... it felt too difficult. The prompt would naturally venture more into Tinkerbae territory but since the focus is supposed to be Rumbelle and I wanted to give you that I tried hard to make it work and this is what came out. I’m sorry there’s no smut, the story just didn’t naturally go that way. I’m sorry that I had such problems with your prompt but I hope you like how I managed to make it all about Rumbelle in the end! Thanks for all your help!

For anyone who is curious about the products mentioned in this fic Gold and Belle go to this baby store, which I thought was very much in keeping with Tink and Bae’s aesthetics. Except that creepy sheep mobile. 

It had taken Bae a year to introduce him to his girlfriend, his old resentment and mistrust making him wary of how things would go. Royce didn't really blame him, after all that had happened between them. He was happy to have been given a second chance at all, really. Cristina- "Please, call me Tink, everyone does"- Green turned out to be a lovely woman. Curious, vivacious and upbeat, and most importantly truly in love with his son. He would have welcomed her in the family even if he'd thought her a horrible person, but thankfully that hadn't been the case. Then again Bae had always been a great judge of character. Not in the way Royce himself was, cerebral and calculating, but in an empathetic way. He saw into the hearts of people.

It was such an ability that first made him distance himself from his father, back when he'd been nothing more than a twisted mass of hurt and anger. And though it had hurt like nothing else in the world had ever had, Royce was glad Bae did it. It allowed him to grow emotionally healthy and carefree, had allowed him to build himself a little family. And had allowed him to, eventually, be open to reconnecting with him, to try to repair what Gold had thought irrevocably broken. And so, little by little, Bae had introduced him to his close circle of friends, his little New York family. Perhaps as a las passive-aggressive gesture he'd started with Fa Mulan, former roommate and chef who took six months to stop giving him the stink-eye. Wendy Darling, though friendly, seemed to always be wary of him, as if she half-expected him to snap at any given moment. Her brothers were little better, though they were a tad more discreet about it.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

It had taken Bae weeks to tell him of his first days in New York City, having ran away from his mother's home. At sixteen he'd managed to take odd jobs until landing steady work as a busboy for the restaurant in which Mulan worked. It was her idea to put him up for the night when his landlord evicted him out of the blue but it was her roommate’s idea to sort of adopt him. She'd taken one look at his scrawny teen self and had decided he needed someone. Royce had no doubt Bae had fought tooth and nail against the very notion, still angry at the world and everyone in it, but there had been nothing but love in his eyes when he'd introduced him to "Mama Belle". With a name like that, he'd imagined someone different. Matronly, round, the sort of person that would adopt waifs and strays and keep one too many cats. Reality was... entirely different. Belle French was scarcely ten years older than Bae, a librarian working the Acquisitions department of the NYPL. She was small, even for his standards, and delicate-looking, though incredibly energetic at the same time, a force of nature. Neal found it easier to cave in to her gentle mothering than fight it, even though he was clearly unused to such attention.

Mama Belle was also embarrassingly attractive. A mass of gently-curled brown-red hair, impossible blue eyes, the most enchanting Australian accent he'd ever heard... it wasn't fair. He'd spent the first weeks after meeting her learning how to talk to her in words other than pathetic monosyllabic. Bae, the little shit, seemed to love it. He'd been afraid his father would lash out at Belle, a person who had gotten to be there for Bae when he hadn't, who was privy to a part of his life that Gold was struggling to access. To find him instead falling under Belle's spell was, he often said, karma.

It was Royce's reaction to Belle that finally made Bae introduce him to Cristina, a mechanical engineer working for some Manhattan-based company specializing in green energies or the like, something to do with solar panels that Tink had tried to explain to him at least five times since he'd met her. Fortunately for him his son's girlfriend seemed to be on his side, determined to see father and son working on repairing their relationship.

He considered it a triumph to have been one of the first people to hear about the pregnancy, and the later announcement that they were expecting twins. At forty-seven Royce felt a bit young for grandchildren but he didn't have to pretend to be excited. As unlikely as it seemed he loved children. Children didn't judge, didn't criticise, weren't malicious. Children loved unconditionally, passionately, without pretence or expectations. He'd loved raising Bae, even though they'd been dirt-poor at the time, and had hoped for more children in the future. And though none of his dreams had come true he now had, in a way, a second chance at that. He was wealthy now and had little to spend it on other than grandkids so when Bae asked him for help outfitting the nursery- "Tink's got her hands full trying to finish as much as possible at work before maternity leave and between work and school I just don't have the time"- he'd agreed comically fast. He hadn't considered the dynamics of it at the time, hadn't considered how little he knew about modern childcare products or Bae and Tink's own tastes. When Bae had been born, they had been too poor for anything not donated or second-hand, and had done without much of what he was sure his son and daughter-in-law would consider essential.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here."

Belle appeared next to him out of thin air, so deep in his own thoughts he'd been. Obligingly he ducked his head a little so she could kiss his cheek, something that had taken some getting used to, and smiled shyly. He was glad the fear of failing his son had pushed him into calling in reinforcements, he was sure that otherwise he wouldn't have dared bother Belle. She, gentle soul that she was, had jumped at the chance to help. At thirty-two she was of an age where friends and acquaintances were starting their own families so she was fairly familiar with what Bae and Tink would need for the twins, and were best to get it. He certainly wouldn't have located the trendy Brooklyn store by himself, with its modern industrial designs very unlike his own preferences. But it was, he acknowledged, very much in keeping with what he had seen in Bae and Tink's flat, modern and sleek.

"So, how does the grandpa-to-be feel? Must be a bit disconcerting, being a grandfather at such an age. I know when Bae joked about his children calling me "Grandma Belle" I almost hit him with a leather-bound edition of Les Mis."

He winced, hoping the glee on his face wasn't stupidly evident.

'She thinks I'm young.'

"Okay, so here we can cover most of the furniture and bedding, but I want to go to other places for the clothing, get more diversity."

It took her one raised hand and a smile to get the attention of an employee, who took one look at Gold's Brioni suit and Belle's patent leather designer shoes and snapped almost comically to action, ready to sell them every single item on the store. Thankfully, however, Belle seemed to have clear ideas about what she wanted and how she wanted it, and though she didn't use intimidation or thinly-veiled threats bur rather charm and gentle coaxing, it reminded him a lot of his own deal-making process.

"Your wife is a very astute shopper, sir."

It took him a moment to realise the shopping assistant was talking to him and a moment longer to realise she was talking to him about Belle. He felt himself grow hot in the face immediately, his mind searching for the words to explain the mistake without dissolving into unintelligible stammering.

"Come, sweetheart, I want you to see this adorable bassinet I just discovered."

As he allowed himself to be lovingly-dragged by Belle he looked around, seeing many sets of eyes on them, many of them male, all of them faintly questioning. And it struck him that what they saw was an old, besotted fool and the pretty young thing he had somehow managed to knock up. They thought they were a couple, shopping and preparing for the arrival of a baby. And, embarrassingly, he found himself loving it. It was easy, especially given Belle's tactile nature, to wrap an arm loosely around her waist and lean close to study the bassinet she was pointing at, easy to keep close to her as they moved on to the mobile section.

"Oh, God, who would buy that awful sheep mobile? It looks like it could be the centre part of a horror movie argument."

It was the shopping experience he'd always wanted for when he'd been waiting for Bae's arrival. A full wallet, a warm and enthusiastic partner and all the time in the world. Belle, with her whimsical yet practical nature, was a perfect complement to his own rather extravagant and over-indulgent tastes. Every purchase meant a lively debate, complete with good-natured bantering and a thrilling dash of flirting. It became a game of sorts between them, a gentle tug-o-war that lead to some interesting purchases.

"Tink's gonna love that giant bunny lamp, just you wait."

"I'm still telling Bae it was solely your idea. I'll tell them I fought valiantly, made him proud."

After the first store came others, and though he had a minor scare when Belle realised people were mistakenly assuming they were expecting parents, she didn't seem to mind, rather the contrary. She played it up, made it a part of her rather formidable shopping strategy. And though he knew it was stupid, and risky and likely to leave him emotionally compromised, he gave himself over to the fantasy completely. It was bittersweet how easy it was, how little effort it required. He was prickly by nature, skittish and touch-shy, but it wasn't so with Belle. Something about her made it dangerously easy to lower his defences, to let her in. By the time the sun began to sink and they exited their last shop, Toys R Us, he knew he was a goner.

"Well, this was fun, being pregnant for a day. Thanks for letting me tag along."

"I couldn't have done this without you. Had no idea babies required so many things, other than the obvious. And I'm glad that people's assumptions didn't make you uncomfortable. I'll admit it was easier to pretend."

Belle bit her lip, which he quickly categorised as the world's most erotic unconscious habit, and tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe people could... mistake us for a couple on their first date? Say... on Sunday? I know a lovely place for brunch, most divine omelettes and a raspberry jam to die for."

It took him a rather long amount of time to process her words, to pair them up with the hopeful, open expression on her face and the rather endearing nervous way in which she tugged a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Y-y-yes, that'd be... yes. Sunday. This Sunday. Around eleven?"

"Eleven would be perfect."

A year later Mr and Mrs Gold were amused at having to pretend to be expecting their second son instead of their first.

"It's the bunny lamp. No shop is going to forget the couple that bought a toddler-sized bunny night lamp."

"Oh, hush and look at this adorable tree bookcase. I swear the moment I saw it I felt Gideon kick. We must have it."

[ouat-rare-pair]

For @maddiebonanafana: Tinkerbae, canon divergence: hanging out after Neverland, catching up.

[eevylynn]

There needs to be more Nealfire fanfics...

If you know of any that you think I might not have seen, send them to me.

I’m okay with almost every Neal pairing. He can be an adult or a kid. I don’t care. Just make sure it’s good and grammatically correct. I’m picky like that lol

Swanfire

Nealfire/Robin

Nealfire/Regina

Nealfire/Regina/Emma (Swanfirequeen)

Nealfire/Belle (Yes, shhhhhh)

Nealfire/Tink

Nealfire/Wendy

Heck, I’m okay with platonic fics of him with Henry, Rumple, Emma, Hook, Belle, David.

I DON’T CARE

I JUST NEED MORE NEALFIRE

[maddiebonanafana]

OUAT Rarepairs Christmas Movie AU @ouat-rare-pair @zoe19blink

Robert and Belle Gold host Christmas every year for their family, which is a large and blended one, including their two sons Neal and Gideon, and their grandson Henry from Neal’s first marriage. After being told that Belle is very sick, they fear that this may be their last Christmas together. Usually, everyone in the family can make it. This year however, there seems to be some roadblocks...

Tinkerbae

Neal and Tina “Tink” are pregnant and nearing the due date. At their last ultrasound, they are given both good news and bad news. Good news, it’s almost time to deliver. The bad news, they will most likely be spending Christmas in the hospital, and will miss Christmas dinner with the family. After going into labor on Christmas Eve, in what seems like a miracle, they are able to attend dinner and surprise the family with not just one baby, but two. 

Woodenswan

Emma has just been proposed to by her boyfriend Walsh. Although apprehensive, she says yes and they are to be wed on Christmas Eve. As the date approaches, her best friend August slowly realizes he is in love with her, and Emma comes to grips that Walsh is not “the one”. After August confesses his true feelings and Emma realizes she feels the same, she breaks off the engagement and shows up to dinner with August instead. 

Gidrick 

Gideon is coming home for the holidays and wants to bring his boyfriend Roderick to meet his family. Roderick is not sure he wants to go, as he struggles with his sexuality and being publicly out. The two have a fight about going that almost tears them apart, until Gideon receives news that his mother is sick, and this may be their last Christmas together. After seeing how important it is to his boyfriend, Roderick agrees to go. When they arrive, Gideon’s family welcomes Roderick with love and open arms.

Bluecricket

Henry, Neal and Emma’s son, knows that his school counselor Mr. Hopper is in love with his teacher, Ms. Blue, and he’s pretty sure she feels the same way. While trying to get them together, he discovers that deep down they are very lonely, and have no family or friends to share the holidays with. He invites them separately to his family’s for Christmas dinner, whether they are together or not, he doesn’t want them to spend Christmas alone. Surprisingly, they both show up and end up finding themselves under the mistletoe (that Henry swears he didn’t hang up).