#dark Colin

[thekatebridgerton]

Drabble: Colin Serial killer modern au

On days like these Colin liked to remember that he wasn't born this way. He used to be good, kind, like Penelope. But after his father was murdered infront of his whole family, lets just say... Nobody came out of the incident quite right in the head. His siblings, well, they all found their ways to cope, just like he did.

It was hard to remember that he hadn't always been the Butcher of Mayfair, hungry for death and mayhem. But on days like today when he left his latest victim in the basement so he could go to the movies with Penelope, he could almost remember what it was like to have his hands clean.

Penelope Featherington, was the only person in his life who loved him unconditionally, she'd been his friend trough elementary school and college, supported him when he applied to the Scotland Yard forensics department. Held him when the grief over his father's death struck him too close. She accepted his unexplained absences, his strange nervous ticks, she understood him like any other. And her smile, gosh Colin would die for that smile. Yes his Pen was the only thing in his life he hadn't managed to destroy with his extracurricular hobby.

" So how was the gazette? Any new stories Lady Whistledown?" Colin joked helping Pen put on her coat.

" Oh you know the drill, the Butcher of Mayfair strikes again, and I was the lucky reporter to find the corpse of latest murder victim, at this point people in the gazette are starting to call me #thebodyfinder" Penelope grumbled

" Sounds exciting for your career then" Colin chuckled, Hyacinth liked to teased him about leaving Penelope dead people as gifts like some sort of animal showing off for his owner. And if Colin knew what love actually felt like, he might agree, but his family wasn't normal and he couldn't ask anyone else about it.

" Ugh don't remind me, Danbury thinks I've got talent to make it big in this field, but honestly I think I'm just unlucky, why does the Butcher of Mayfair dump his victims so close to my favorite coffee shop?" Penelope said getting into the passenger seat of Colin's car.

Colin agreed with her, she was indeed unlucky, so unlucky that she'd grown up to become a criminal investigation journalist just as her good friend became her biggest story ( Francesca theorized that Colin courted the press because he wanted Penelope's attention, Colin saw nothing wrong with that, what other serial killer should have her attention if not him? Nobody else deserved to have their work analyzed by Penelope, nobody but him)

"I agree with you on that, Scotland Yard is going crazy over the case, strangulation but no evidence, Sergeant Brimsley can't seem to stop talking about it" Colin commented offhandedly " But enough about work, tell me how did it go with your date yesterday, was he nice to you that Debling bloke?"

" Bad news on that front too, Alfred never showed up, can you believe it? And to add insult to injury I got the most patronizing text this morning saying he didn't think he was right for me and was leaving on an expedition to Antarctica" Penelope rolled her eyes showing Colin her phone with the aforementioned text " And here was I thinking that everything was going well, I mean he kissed me on our first date, he wouldn't have kissed me if he didn't like me right?"

Colin's hands tightened on the steering wheel, so Debling had actually kissed his Pen, that was such a bad news for the man " it's not your fault Pen, you're a wonderful woman, he's just a scumbag who didn't deserve you and I'm sure he's regretting it right now" Colin would see to it that he did. Of course considering that the man was tied up in Colin's basement and deeply sedated, it wasn't even a lie.

"Only you would say that Colin, honestly I wish all men were as kind as you, but for some reason I keep meeting all these losers who ghost me after the first date, maybe I should just give up on dating and focus on my career"

Colin chuckled " maybe you should just focus on me, you know I'll always take care you Pen"

Penelope's eyes softened "I know" and that smile was everything to Colin.

Yes Penelope Featherington was the only one who loved Colin for himself. Colin could safely say she was the brightest light in his life. And that's why anyone who got close to her had to die.

The Butcher of Mayfair simply didn't like to share.

An: I've been watching 'Dexter Original Sin ' and I'm not even trying to hide it

[pat-polinlover-42918]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63758050

[bscgirl99]

Colin, I love you! I love you.

Bonus:

[zanephillips]

Into the Dark 2.04 "Midnight Kiss"

[godmerlin]

Merlin 4x10 A Herald of the New Age

[captainodonoghue]

Polin Advent Calendar 2024 Day 2 ↝ Dancing

[waltricia]

3x01 — Out of the Shadows

[noellawrites]

Wolves - dark!Bridgerton Brothers x sister!reader

summary: your three older brothers make sure you are prepared to please your husband on your wedding night. but really, they’re more interested in you pleasing them. reader is 18+

warnings: incest, noncon, corruption, ruined innocence, coercion, virginity loss & sexual abuse

It had been three years since your departure, but it truly felt like much less. And although you loved your family, you were reluctant to return.

You had spent the last three years traveling around Europe with your Aunt Billie and her husband, and you did not wish for the adventures to be over so soon.

However, your mother’s most recent letter was quite clear: you would return home for this year’s social season. It was to be your society debut.

As your coach rattles down the cobblestone road to Bridgerton House, your stomach rattles along with it.

Lifting the carriage window’s small curtain, you peek out onto the street and immediately laid your eyes upon seven of your eight siblings, along with your mother. Oh, you were excited to see your mother most of all!

It surprised you, but she was actually the one who defended your choice to travel against your brother, Anthony. He believed that at your age, you were much too young to embark into the real world.

He had a point, but your mother knew how independent and spirited you were, and Billie’s husband had just recently picked up a job traveling for his company. Anthony eventually gave in, and you had left.

This would be your first time home in three years. However, while you were in Greece, you were fortunate enough to meet up with Colin, one of your older brothers.

“We are here,” the carriage rider calls, landing a smack on the roof above you. All of a sudden, you hear shrieking noises and the tugging of the carriage’s latch.

“Oh for god’s sake, let her exit the carriage first!” your mother laughs on the other side.

You reach forward and push the door open, immediately swarmed by your youngest two siblings.

You laugh, embracing Gregory and Hyacinth before moving on to give everyone else a hug, too.

“It is so lovely to have my other half again,” your twin sister Eloise sighs, giving you a hug and then bumping your hip with hers.

As it was to be both yours and Eloise’s debut season, you had been exchanging nonstop correspondence. Eloise was reluctant to come out in society and find a husband, but you had to admit you were very excited.

In letters you received from your mother, she had mentioned wanting to introduce you to several eligible bachelors who have expressed interest in you, the worldly young Bridgerton returning from overseas travel.

Your stomach flutters at the possibility of several handsome men working to impress you.

“Let us all come inside and you can catch up with your siblings while we look at sample fabrics for your debut gown,” your mother says to you with a smile, then turns to wrangle all of your siblings inside.

“Do you have your gown already, Eloise?” you ask your twin as you walk inside together.

“Unfortunately yes,” she rolls her eyes. You reach out and interlock your pinkies together, your shared symbol of solidarity.

“Mother truly wastes no time,” you laugh, “I shall see yours, perhaps we may coordinate?”

Your family flows into the drawing room, where plates of hors d’oeuvres are being brought out by the staff.

“We have to wear those frilly monstrosities on our heads this year,” Eloise huffs.

What Eloise lacked in enthusiasm for marriage, you made up for. It was no secret that you were excited and hopeful about finding a love match.

“So we must wear a white gown as well?” you ask, prompting your mother to laugh.

“Oh, yes. All the better to allow your future husband to envision you on your wedding day,” she smiles, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“But only after he meets our approval,” Benedict points out with a smirk, tilting his chalice towards you.

“You three musn’t be too harsh on the poor men,” you laugh, “at least give them chance.”

“A chance? No, not with our sweet little sisters,” Anthony shakes his head.

Your mother laughs, swatting your oldest brother on the shoulder.

“Alright dear, let me show you Eloise’s dress. We must bring your measurements to the modiste to ensure your dress is ready in time,” your mother says, escorting you down the hall.

-

“I look stupid!” your twin sister grumbles, turning as you lace up the back of her dress.

“No you don’t, Eloise! But these… headpieces are a little much,” you grimace, reaching a hand up to adjust your crooked headpiece in the mirror.

“Everyone is going to laugh,” Eloise sighs, sucking in a breath as you lace the dress tighter.

“Hm… well, Gregory and Hyacinth, maybe. Oh! And definitely Colin and Benedict,” you reply.

“That’s most of them! Daphne isn’t even here to defend us.”

“Mother will. And Anthony, he knows how important this is,” Eloise gives you a sharp look in the mirror, “… well, at least to me,” you finish.

“Let’s get this over with,” Eloise says, turning to lace up your dress.

All of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door.

“Are you ladies almost finished?”

“Yes, Eloise is just lacing up my dress and we’ll be right down, Colin,” you say, before Eloise yanks your lacings and pulls the white dress tighter.

-

Your debut in front of the queen was quite eventful, and you could hardly believe you’d been named diamond of the season. It still hadn’t set in, along with the first Lady Whistledown edition that would appear tomorrow and undoubtedly feature you.

The debut was followed by the ball, where you had your dance card completely filled by twelve different bachelors (and once dance saved for each of your three older brothers, of course.)

By the end of the night, your feet ached and you were itching to climb into your nightgown and your comfy bed. Your chambermaid was pulling pins from your carefully styled hair when one knock came sounded against your door.

Your chambermaid opens the door, and the maid who knocked at the door quietly talks to her.

“Miss, you have been requested in your brother’s study,” your chambermaid explains, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Like this? But it’s almost my bedtime,” you frown, reaching a hand up to touch your half-pinned hair.

“Yes, miss. We can fix your hair if you would like?” your own maid offers.

“N-no, I’m sure it’s nothing,” you stammer.

As the other maid walks you to the door of Anthony’s study, you look down at your trembling hands.

What if the queen changed her mind? What if you weren’t the real diamond of the season? Or what if, god forbid, you had already received a marriage proposal? It was much too early, you still hadn’t even met all of this season’s eligible gentlemen.

“Your sister is—“

“Let her in.”

You enter the room, seeing Anthony leaned over his massive wooden desk, Colin looking nervous with a glass in his hand, and Benedict smirking, perched on the couch with a whole bottle of spirits in his hand.

“Wh-what is the matter?” You ask, looking around.

It was only your three older brothers, no one else in sight. They were all still clothed in their suits from the party, and you suddenly felt very underdressed.

“Take a seat, dearest sister,” Benedict says, still smirking, beckoning you over to where he sat on the settee.

You glance at Anthony, wearing a stressed expression on his face.

“We have… some concerns,” Colin blurts out, staring into his crystal glass.

“As you are now the diamond, such as was Daphne, you are at a high risk of becoming…” Anthony trails off.

“Compromised?” Benedict offers.

“Yes. Compromised. We want to inform you of how to keep yourself safe until we approve of a husband for you,” Anthony finishes.

“One of your own selection, of course,” Colin adds.

“Wh-what should I do?” you ask nervously, sitting down next to Benedict.

“It is easier if we show you, little bug,” Benedict offers, reaching an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

“Men are wolves, vicious creatures, do not forget that,” Anthony says, tilting his glass towards you.

You nod obediently, instinctively cuddling closer to your second oldest brother as you let out a yawn.

“Are you tired, bug?” he smiles, tucking a piece of your once-pinned hair behind your ear.

You nod, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You open them again when Anthony sits down beside you on the couch, sandwiching you between your two oldest brothers.

“Come here,” Anthony orders, pulling you by your hips onto his lap.

“Anthony!” you squeal.

“The first step is to ensure you are never alone with any man, unsupervised. They will lure you into vulnerable positions such as this,” Anthony explains.

“But… I always used to sit on your lap,” you frown, furrowing your brows.

“Yes, but it will be different with someone who is not your brother. Give me your hand. Do you feel this?” he asks, moving your hand between your legs and his, resting on a mound inside his pants.

“O-oh! Yes—“ you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“This happens to a man when he becomes aroused, and they will expect you to take care of it. Do you understand?” Anthony asks sternly.

“I’m sorry Anthony, but I don’t think I do,” you frown.

“How much has our mother told you about… intimacy and childbearing?” Colin asks, adjusting himself in his chair as he looks away uncomfortably.

“N-nothing, she told me she would explain it all before my wedding night,” you explain.

“Tsk, tsk. She said the same to Daphne, and the Duke lured her into a compromising position,” Benedict chides.

“I don’t want that to happen to me,” you freeze, eyes going wide.

You didn’t even think about how you were in a compromising position right now, older brothers situated around you in various stages of arousal.

“Then follow our lead, hm?” Benedict says, stroking your arm softly. You smile at him softly and nod, and Anthony’s grip on you tightens.

“Have you ever seen a male’s private area before?” Anthony asks, voice low in your ear.

“No, of course not!” you gasp. Although you had many brothers, you each had your own private chambers and maids to attend to you.

“Colin?” Anthony directs, and your brother closest in age to you, whom you grew up playing and having innocent fun with, stands in front of you with a hand on his waistband.

“A-Anthony, are you sure—“

“Colin,” Anthony says sternly.

You keep your eyes fixed forward, watching as Colin lets his undergarments drop to the floor.

“This is Colin’s private area. He’s quite thick, as you can see, and he brings much pleasure to the women he pursues,” Anthony explains, and Colin holds up his cock and steps forward so you can see it closer.

“And you each… have one?” you ask, voice quivering.

“Yes, of course. This is how babies are made, hm? This goes right into your own private area,” Anthony explains. Your body seizes up as his hand moves beneath the fabric of your underclothes and up your thigh, only stopping once his finger meets your small, slick entrance.

“O-ooh!” you gasp, clenching your cunt unwillingly, causing Anthony’s grip to tighten around your waist.

“One of those is… supposed to fit in me? Right there?” you sniffle, fear setting in.

“Yes, what a smart girl,” Benedict smiles, leaning over and cupping your face, “would you like to see mine?”

He had asked so nicely. You smile softly and nod, pink blush rising up your cheeks. Benedict pushes his bottoms down, and you watch as his cock bounces up and hits his stomach, leaving a small smear of white.

“The white cream is what goes inside of you to make the baby,” Anthony explains, now stroking your hair.

“The more aroused we are, the harder we get,” Colin says, clearing his throat. Benedict is much harder than Colin, but Colin starts to touch himself and you watch his cock harden.

Anthony beckons to Colin, who steps forward until your face is pretty much level with his cock.

“Go on, baby. Lick it like a lolly,” Anthony encourages. His finger prods at your entrance, trying to see how tight you really are.

“Would you like to touch mine as well?” Benedict asks, scooting closer on the settee.

“I don’t know if I should…” you squeak, until you feel Anthony pinch your pussy lip.

“Don’t be rude, little one. Show your brothers how thankful you are for the lesson.”

“I-I am thankful,” you nod, reaching a hand out for Benedict as you place your lips on Colin.

“F-fuck—“ Colin groans, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open in immense pleasure.

“Mmhm, good job, bug,” Benedict sighs.

Beneath you, Anthony is shimmying his pants down. Once they are discarded on the floor, you can feel the heat emanating from his private area.

“I’m going to show you how your husband will breech you on your wedding night, little one,” Anthony explains, stroking your arm softly.

“Anthony, n-no! I thought— isn’t that for my future husband?” you squeak.

He laughs, “I am your brother, I do not count.”

“Anthony, you said we could flip a coin for her virginity,” Benedict hisses.

“I am the eldest brother, Ben. You are welcome to Eloise,” he says with a laugh.

“Come on, Anthony,” Benedict groans, leaning back.

“If it doesn’t count, then I can take you next?” you offer politely, ever the one for manners as you had grown up being taught them through your entire life.

You catch a twinkle in Ben’s eye, “maybe another time, angel.”

“This is going to hurt, little one. Just for a moment,” Anthony warns. He sweeps your hair to one side and begins kissing your neck and shoulder, causing you to moan on Colin’s cock.

“Chrissake—“ Colin groans, bucking his hips and sinking deeper into your mouth.

While you touch Benedict and suck on Colin, Anthony lines up his cock to your slick, small entrance and pushes his tip inside you.

“Oooooh-oh-ohhh!” you gasp, pain rippling through you as you lean forward, feeling like you’re being ripped in half.

“Shhh, little one, it will feel good in a moment,” Benedict laughs.

You try to focus on sucking the few inches of Colin’s cock that you could take in your mouth. Meanwhile, Benedict watches Anthony’s pleasure-filled face as he finally enters his little sister for the first time.

“A-Anthony, it hurts!” you gasp, dropping Colin’s cock from between your lips to cry out in pain.

“Tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside of,” Anthony hisses, rocking his hips against you.

“Let us have our turns inside of her, Anthony. Before you wear her out,” Colin pleads, cupping your face as you try to hold back tears.

“Oh alright,” Anthony sighs. He lifts you off of his lap, and you feel his cock plop out from your folds. You look down and watch as a string of blood connects you two.

“Now for Benedict,” Anthony smirks, laying you down across the settee and standing up, cock in hand.

“You are so delicious,” Benedict coos, leaning over you, “and I cannot wait to devour you.”

Benedict kisses you hard, your head swimming as you try to grasp onto his shoulders.

“B-Benny,” you whimper between kisses, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds. You look over and see your two other brothers standing over you, touching themselves.

“Wish I could have you every day,” he moans, snaking a hand up your nightgown. You tense up as you feel him pinch one of your nipples.

“Ben, I don’t want to do this anymore,” you say, looking up at your two other brothers with tears in your eyes.

At first, it had felt like a true lesson. But now, you felt violated, used, and confused by your own older brothers who were supposed to protect you.

Anthony laughs from above you, “already? Poor Colin hasn’t even had his turn yet.”

“Please stop,” you beg.

“I’ll give you what you truly want, little bug. All women want is to feel a real man inside of them, especially ones of their own blood,” Benedict says, and you feel his tip nudging its way inside your opening. Another brother violating you.

“I can’t wait very long,” Colin mumbles, and you notice his cock is red, hard and throbbing.

“Alright, brother,” Benedict snaps, “at least let me feel her first.”

Your eyes go wide as Benedict clamps a hand over your mouth, preparing you as he pushes his entire cock inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Anthony, you were right,” Ben groans.

“Always am,” he smirks, looking down at you with his hungry wolf eyes.

You didn’t know anything at all about sex, at least until tonight, but you knew this wasn’t what you wanted as Ben stretched your hole to fit his cock inside.

And, like a good older brother, Anthony could practically read your mind.

“This is the true duty of a woman, of a wife. Your job is to produce children and raise them, but above all, it is to keep your husband pleased. It does not matter what you want,” Anthony explains.

“You will receive pleasure from their happiness,” Colin adds.

“And ours,” Benedict huffs, his cock still pumping inside you.

Your head falls back onto the settee as you let yourself surrender to the feeling.

[neutron-stars-collision]

This is the hottest a man’s ever looked on tv

[chemilico]

I'm sorry but he WOULD like those stupid buying something off the dark web at 3 AM videos (can't even blame him they're kind of funny sometimes)

[imm0rtal-idi0t]

Nothing To Confess (2005) | Colin Morgan

[oldmanbracket]

Sexiest Old Man Tournament: Round 2

Who is hotter?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional. 

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting. 

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind. 

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.  

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too. 

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough.  You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls. 

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours. 

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds. 

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?" 

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest. 

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair. 

You just blink. Say something, idiot. 

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually." 

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke. 

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward. 

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students. 

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat. 

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed." 

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet. 

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks. 

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.  

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.  

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest. 

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no." 

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it. 

"I... wasn't invited," you utter. 

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?" 

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again. 

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party. 

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.” 

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink. 

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.” 

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness. 

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide. 

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices. 

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?” 

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes. 

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts. 

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff. 

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.” 

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day. 

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her. 

“Auburn,” you return. 

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in. 

[nuwandassaxophone]

just leaving these pictures here for my future self to find them and be grateful cause i was so prudent and caring.

[oautincorrectquotes]

Rumple, coming back from shopping: Well, this has been a great day!

Belle: Mm, how so?

Rumple: I ran into Hook.

Belle: How is that great?

Rumple: With my car.

Belle:

[smilesrobotlover]

I was curious about something

(If someone tags this as LU I’m coming for your knees)