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[ddejavvu]

*insert bernie sanders i am once again asking you meme here*

Mother, will you grace us with another soft domestic Hotch blurb with a reader who is pregnant and/or has a breeding kink..... it has been too long mother... I am starving ...... feed us

"Okay, buddy," Aaron stops by the door, "Get your shoes on."

"Okay!" Jack rushes for his light-up tennis shoes, designed to look like his foot is R2-D2. He bends down to velcro them with ease, but you know you'll have a harder time attempting your sneakers with a stomach you can't bend over with.

You barely take one step towards the door before Aaron has your shoes in his hand, his own already securely on his feet. He kneels in front of you, untying the laces to your left shoe, "Okay, honey, step in."

He holds the shoe open for you, and you brace your hand on his strong shoulder to keep your balance while your leg is lifted. He helps lift the sole of the shoe to secure it to your foot, then guides it back to the floor so that he can work on the shoelaces. He ties them quick, then moves onto the second, "Up."

He repeats the process, careful not to bend your ankle as he fits the shoe to your foot. After the lace is tied in a double knot that he'll take off later when you sit down, he cranes his neck up to kiss the bulge of your pregnant belly, then stands and presses the same chaste kiss to your lips, an echo of the first.

"Ready?" He murmurs, while Jack wrestles with his second shoe.

"Mhm," You brace a hand on your baby bump, happy for his hand at the small of your back to lead you outside, "Can I get two scoops, Aaron?"

"That means you and the baby get the same amount," Jack realizes, finally upright and fully prepared, "Mommy should get two, and the baby should only get one."

"Yeah," You turn to Aaron, narrowing your eyes, "Can I get three scoops, Aaron?"

"Well that seems fair," He chuckles, leaning in to press a second kiss to your lips, "There, honey, one for the baby and two for you."

[lalalaugenbrot]

[insert bernie sanders meme]

i am once again asking tumblr newbies to upload a profile pic and set a blogtitle

please please please it's the "i'm human" checkmark on here

[vaspider]

hi spider. wow. <insert 'bernie sanders once again asking meme' here> i. yeah, see my pinned post if your blood pressure is a little low i guess. been on the job hunt for 13 months. i am losing my shit.

x

[batarangsoundsdumb]

[insert bernie sanders meme] i am once again asking you to watch heartbreak high here

when i say 'god forbid women do anything' im talking about ameria wadia from heartbreak high

[sweetgaleria]

Help a college student graduate by answering a survey!!

Hey!! Are you over 18 and in the miraculous fandom? Then this is for you!!

Hi everyone, this is my last semester of uni, and one of my final projects to be able to graduate is to write a scientific paper. I'm writing an article about adult fans of children's animation, specifically Miraculous Ladybug. My goal is to understand what makes adults (like us) want to join fandoms centered around shows aimed primarily at children, and to do that I'd love to hear directly from the source! The survey takes around 10 minutes to answer, it's 100% anonymous and it would help me immensely!

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I need at least 30 people to answer, but honestly the more the merrier! I've also made a little thank you gif at the end, so if you see it let me know! If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask, as well!

Please reblog so it can reach more people! Thank you so much!

[fakeoldmanfucker]

Hello, it’s me, once again asking for you to send prompts/questions/asks in about Daisy/Lincoln/Hive because I would really love to have some interaction with people :)

[alexs-moon-garden]

👚 Looking for some specific item right now?

I’m a simple girl, with simple needs…Nintendo, your glasses collection, hand it over! 

I used to have this pair of red frames in New Leaf, but it never showed up in Pocket Camp, and as much as I like the variety- boy, would I just love to have the red ones again.

If you or any mutuals see some, please, I implore you, mail them to me, I’ll pay you handsomely.

[still-we-rise]

Bono + Drive to Survive // 3x03 

[icycoolslushie]

I am once again asking if anyone has any good Haline fic recs, please share them with me. Please.

[tallmadgeandtea]

I am once again listening to Hamilton for inspiration.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Okay I have to start by stating the obvious bc it needs to be said every time I read anything you write: you are so talented 😭

Reader’s clap back to Russo had me 😂

“As you wonder if your father looked the same when his body as found” 🧐🕵🏽‍♀️ I’d like to know that too. How did I forget Ortega’s comments about Bianchi’s body 😐

Okay…can’t lie. The “here, we teach how to get away with it” was a really good one. You got me there Russo you got me there

Yoooongiiii. So even in reading the previous chapter again before this…yoongi do be looking really sus 😐 I h8 it here. The paranoia is REAL. This whole scene with the ring is…interesante 🧐🕵🏽‍♀️…I have thoughts (none of them coherent).

What do you mean she made up her mind on the drive over here 😐

“Funny. It’s daytime, but you’re seeing stars” GODDAMMIT THATS A GOOD LINE (I’m sorry this seems to be just me quoting stuff but like…how can I NOT!???) (also sounds like Namjoon’s still salty about the fake death thing 😬…so much has happened I almost forgot that that wasn’t too long ago. Right? How many days have passed since?)

WE BOTH KNOW WHAT-

Using a simile about a ballerina to describe a car crash is just…pure brilliance. I love you and your big brain 😭

Hobi??? Dammit it’s been too long since I’ve read the other chapters 😭 I for sure have to do some rereading 🕵🏽‍♀️ OF COURSE THE WORDS DONT SETTLE IN. I’m sick of not knowing all the things ☹️ (she says knowing damn well it’s a lie 🙄😂)

Oooh a flashback???? 👀 (we got multiple flashbacks!!! Hurray!!)

There sure are a lot of ‘darkness’ / ‘dark’ references…feels like in chapter 11 with ‘light’ but you know…opposite 🕵🏽‍♀️

“Bleeding out yet still looking at you as if you shaped the world” 🥲 to “you won’t always be” 😭

Misunderstood mad scientist type is 100% correct 😏🔥 (help Hoseok as the light 😭😭😭)

Or maybe…😐 (you’re killing me here!!!)

An emotion huh…(loving this namjoon time btw, also incredibly interesting to me that he’s the one she decides she can trust most. The one she’s known for the shortest amount of time. I want to say it was a good choice but I think I’ve established that the bar for my paranoia is quite high at this point so 😂)

Okay but I SWEAR, as I read “a book in hand that he’d fallen asleep reading” my thought no joke was ‘that’s so weird and normal?’ AND THATS WHAT YOU WROTE TOO. I feel like we just had a weird sort of jinx moment? And I’m weirdly delighted 😂

Unspoken understanding huh…

*editors note: two seconds later 😂

Yup okay that tracks

OH SHIT THE EARRINGS

Ouch…that’s gotta hurt. The pride on her father’s face. Can’t imagine she enjoys him thinking they are similar in any sense. I wouldn’t, the bastard 😡

A photo? Of her mother maybe? Damn…I really wanna reread everything now (seriously It’s been so long that now I don’t even remember if I’m supposed to know where Yadiel is from, cause the comments about the accent and tanned skin has me 🕵🏽‍♀️) I swear every little detail you write feels important, whether they are or not and here is when I once again tell you how good of a writer you are. *insert Bernie sanders meme*

I literally shivered when I read “a finger tracing a line from your shoulder to your wrist” 🕵🏽‍♀️

“Your jungkook” 😐 I feel like I don’t even have to say anything here 🧍🏽‍♀️YOU KNOW WHAT (I won’t quote the other related line BUT YOU KNOW 🙃 always referring to their past ‘relationship’ so…blasé)

Yadiel 🔪🔪🔪 every time he touches her I want to scream. A shoulder caress to a tight grip around her wrist…then a nose boop to a push against a wall…if that doesn’t scream manipulation idk what does 😡. In an abusive toxic relationship it’s all about subtlety and he has it down pat (it’s the gaslighting for me 😐)

Another piece of jewelry referred to as somehow alive…huh 🕵🏽‍♀️

Jail. Jail for the transition back to the present including conjuring the image of Namjoon fresh from the shower in a ‘snug’ white shirt 😐 FROM A SUPER INTENSE AND DENSE FLASHBACK NO LESS (did I ignore the “a little more” in front of “snugly” maybe so 🤷🏽‍♀️😂 but still jail time for you ma’am)

Dammit. Im about to read the namjoon scene you posted about aren’t I 😭 started strong with “where does it hurt” 😳👀 SIR LEAVE ME ALONE I ALREADY KNOW THIS AINT END GAME DONT DO THIS TO ME

Wait, “you know he’s seeing someone else, too” 🧐🕵🏽‍♀️

2020!??? 🕵🏽‍♀️ (Omg it happened again…the jinx. Tho this one feels like it’s an inevitability, cause like…that’s how conversations go 😂 BUT STILL)

I-

…..

I have thoughts. Whilst simultaneously having no thoughts 😐

(The way I can’t even properly comment on what follows after…EXCEPT “actually, call me regardless” gave me heart palpitations, one might say…my heart skipped a beat 🤧 and the “he’s looking at you” 👀 “your chest doesn’t hurt so bad when you laugh” 😩 I’m nothing if not a simp)

Ahhhhhh it’s taking so much of my willpower to leave it at that…SO I’LL LEAVE IT AT THAT JUST KNOW THIS IS GONNA BE ME ALL WEEK WHILE I TRY TO FIND SOME TIME TO REREAD

In conclusion: now that we’re reaching the end (I hate that sentence) I would just like to say that this is 100(1 million)% one of the best things I’ve ever read. I love all these characters so much and it’s so well written it’s insane. I can barely go paragraph to paragraph without getting ansias bc I want to tell you how brilliant you are cause I need you to understand the power you hold 😭. Thank you for sharing this with us 🥺

Ok reader getting a little jab in was definitely so therapeutic 🤧 Russo deserves it, the lil punk. Although I'm so happy you liked his little line about getting away with murder, I was pretty proud of his haha

Ooh yes, the ring. There's so much that happens in this chapter, the ring just kinda fades into the background. But I actually really enjoyed that bit. Very interesante 🧐

gahhh you flatter me. the "seeing stars" line and the whole ballerina analogy, so glad people think they're cool because I thought so too haha

Hobi!! I'll give ya a hint, she's recalling a conversation she had with him in chapter 11 :)

speaking of chapter 11, I laughed out loud at "There sure are a lot of ‘darkness’ / ‘dark’ references…feels like in chapter 11 with ‘light’ but you know…opposite 🕵🏽‍♀️"

Jinx! Haha great minds think alike

Right on the money, Yadiel is the gaslighting kind I swear. The earrings, the gift, the pressuring, the moodswings. I love yaddy!

haha I knowww Namjoon ain't endgame but boy if he was 🤧 I would be deceased

puh-lease the power I hold?? I wouldn't have even gotten this far if it weren't for you and everyone that reads my crap 😭 you're too sweet, thank you for analyzing and sharing your thoughts with me, it makes me a much better creator.

may the force be with you trying to prep for the final chapter!

[andrebearakovsky]

[insert bernie sanders meme here]

I am once again asking for a Protas goal

[bwayfan25]

*insert bernie sanders meme here* I am once again wanting to cuddle with my mom. (So, here’s an artistic representation instead.)

Mildred thought Kerry grew out of wanting to cuddle with her until she moved in with her in Chicago and was very happy to learn there’s no such thing as being too old to cuddle with your mom.

[timelordthirteen]

In All Things 17/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit (eventually)

Summary: A Rumbelle arranged marriage AU.

Chapter Summary: Gold and Belle talk with Maurice, but things escalate when Milton arrives.

Notes: *Bernie Sanders meme* I am once again asking you to forgive me for it being 84 years since the last update. I hope you all enjoy the first appearance of the Cane of Feels. ;) The next chapter is already almost done, but the ending part kept getting longer and longer so I split things up. See note at the end. Also tags have had a minor update to include canon typical violence which occurs in this chapter.

[AO3]

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Belle took a breath and felt Gold squeeze her hand.

She looked up and gave him a tight smile. Her stomach had unsettled all morning, leaving her pacing in her bedroom as she waited and barely able to eat anything for breakfast.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She let go of his hand, and pressed hers against the laces of her dress. “Yes, I think so.”

He tugged once on his jacket and held out his arm for her to take before pushing open the door to her room. They walked the long hall together, his stride slowed to match hers, with the thump of his cane the only sound she could hear save for her own breathing. At the top of the stairs her heart started to pound, and she caught him glancing at her sideways as they took the first step in sync. It was endearing, the way he seemed to be looking after her, checking at the smallest sign of discomfort.

The concern from her father had always felt overwhelming, stifling even, and was one of the things that in the aftermath of her mother’s death had pushed them apart. She could understand it, though, that constant need to make sure the one person left in his life, his only child, was safe and well, but he had channeled it into nitpicking what she did with her time, criticizing her choices of friends, and being overbearing about her need to be married and settled. Well, she was that now, at least, and so long as Gold remained as he was, she thought she could tolerate it amiably.

Before she knew it, they were at the door to her father’s study, ready to make their unified confrontation. Gold reached for the brass door handle, and then paused, casting another sidelong look at her.

“What are you going to say to him?” she asked.

Gold shrugged lightly. “He’s your father, and this is your family’s home. I thought I should defer to you.”

Belle blinked. “Oh...all right then.”

She looked forward again, squaring her shoulders, as he pushed the door open.

Maurice startled and spun on his heel, turning away from the large window where he’d been gazing out into the small garden bordered by a short hedge and a now barren flower bed. His gaze fixed on her and his face shifted, his mouth curving awkwardly in a smile that seemed more like a grimace.

“Belle,” he said, fidgeting with the cuffs of his coat. “What are you doing here, my girl?”

Belle slipped her arm free of Gold and stepped forward. “We came to talk with you.”

Maurice’s eyes darted to the side, widening as he finally noticed Gold’s presence.

Gold inclined his head in acknowledgement as his hand tightened around the handle of his cane. “Maurice.”

Belle inserted herself between the two men, pressing her clammy palms to the front of her dress. “I spoke with my husband about Avonlea’s finances.”

Maurice sputtered for a moment, his face going pale as he looked back and forth between them. “Lord Gold, I - I can explain. “Y-you see -”

Gold’s eyebrows lifted. “I’m not the one who requires an explanation.” He looked pointedly at Belle, who turned to look back at him before facing her father again.

“Belle, petal,” Maurice said, moving to try to take her hands.

She backed away at the same time Gold came forward, placing a steadying hand on her arm. He could feel the slight change in her stance and the way her shoulders relaxed, her face tipping up to meet her father’s eyes and fix him with a hard stare.

“Please, just let me handle things. Everything will be fine if -”

“Stop it!” Belle’s eyes flashed as she stepped forward, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Don’t patronize me, I’m not stupid. I know what I saw in those ledgers, and if any of that is your idea of handling things, then you might as well sell off the land to the King now. The better to let him sort out how to manage our meager stores through the winter.”

The force of her voice caused Maurice to startle, and Gold had to fight to keep from smiling.

“I’m so sorry, Belle,” Maurice continued, his shoulders sagging. “I am trying to do my best for Avonlea and you, but the King -”

“Well,” came a voice from the doorway, “isn’t this a nice little family reunion.”

Belle and Gold turned simultaneously to see Milton striding slowly in the room, his hands behind his back and a sneering smile leading the way, and dressed in a garish gold doublet with dark leather breeches and boots adorned with gold buckles. He looked more like a lord in King George’s court than the steward of one of the poorest estates in the kingdom, and Belle frowned.

“Milton,” Maurice said, starting to step forward.

Gold raised his hand, the motion silencing Maurice immediately. “This doesn’t concern you, Steward.”

Milton’s head tilted to the side. “Oh? It sounded to me like you three were discussing the business affairs of the Avonlea estate, which is very much my concern.”

Gold’s eyes narrowed. “Then you should attend to them properly rather than allowing them to become continually indebted to the King.”

Milton was momentarily thrown off by Gold’s blatant admission, but he recovered swiftly and came around to stand between them and Maurice. “They are attended as His Majesty wishes them to be attended.”

Belle’s eyes went wide. She wondered at his emphasis and if the King truly wanted to ruin her family, but before she could dwell on it long, Gold left her side in a rush and stalked towards Milton with such determination that the other man couldn’t move out of the way. Instead, he twisted and tried to back away from the desk only to find himself pinned with the bookcase at his back.

“If King George,” Gold began, his voice sharp and firm, “wants to see these lands so obligated to him that the only choice is to cede them to the royal house, then he will be sorely disappointed when I assert my claim to them!"

“No!” Belle spoke before she could stop herself.

The shock of what Gold had said and the implication that he would take over her family’s estate so soon after swearing to help her save it. Legally, by order of the Council of Lords, husbands retained rights to the lands of their wife and her family, though most were not exerted if there was an heir or a current ruling lord. For Gold to do so went against everything she had believed him to be and made him just as power hungry as Gaston or the King himself.

Gold turned, pivoting on his heel with his cane planted at his side. He fixed her with a stare, and her eyes flashed with anger as she took a daring step forward, her heels louder than usual on the wood floor. His gaze was almost pleading, and she looked to her father and pressed a hand to her stomach, fisting the laces of her bodice. She wanted to trust Gold, and she had until this moment, but with so much at stake she couldn’t be certain of his motives. She knew so little about them and about him, not the least of which was why he wanted to marry her in the first place. Perhaps it had all been to this end, to expand his influence and wealth.

“Belle…”

She met Gold’s gaze again and swallowed as she took a step back, acquiescing in action instead of word, but Milton had sensed the discord between them and sneered at her. “You see what he is now, my Lady?”

“Quiet,” Gold snapped, twisting abruptly towards the Steward. “Your time here is over. You will collect whatever things you can carry with you from your quarters, and leave. The rest will be sent -”

“To the royal palace,” Milton interrupted, looking entirely too self satisfied for someone being fired and evicted at the same time. “I’m sure the King will want to hear all about this affair.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” Gold leaned in, his jaw tense and his hand gripping the handle of his cane hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

“Oh?” Milton’s voice rose along with his eyebrows, his tone and expression mocking them all. “The King wouldn’t want to be informed how Lord Maurice bought off a knight and a lord to to cover up his financial incompetence, and his daughter’s shame?”

In an instant, Gold moved, grabbing a fistful of Milton’s vest and shoving him flat against the bookshelves. Behind him he could hear Belle call out his name, but it was muted by the rush of blood in his ears, his anger overwhelming the sense of civility he’d been barely restraining since the Steward entered the room. He brought his other hand up, still holding the cane and pushing it against the other man’s chest.

“You came from nothing,” Milton spat, “And yet you’re the same as the rest of them, aren’t you? Another rich man with your money and games, taking the lands of your wife’s family without so much as a by your leave?”

A low, growling sound slipped out as Gold flashed his teeth and pressed the handle of his cane to Milton’s throat, forcing a choked gasp from the man’s throat. The words were true, he had come from nothing, but he wasn’t playing at any game. He was only trying to protect his family.

“I will do whatever needs to be done,” he hissed. “It is none of your concern, or the King’s.” Milton’s mouth worked, opening wide as he sucked in air, a sickeningly ragged sound that made Belle wince and startled her body into action. She staggered forward, catching herself on the edge of the desk as she watched Milton’s eyes bulge in fear, as though he had finally realized the severity of the situation.

“Cameron, please!”

Belle’s voice stunned Gold into releasing Milton, who coughed and sputtered for breath the instant Gold’s cane was removed from his throat.

“Cowing to the little wife already?”

Milton flashed a sneering smile as he rubbed at his throat. His voice was strained and hoarse, and an angry red line was already rising up across his neck. Belle swallowed and glanced at Gold who’s hard stare and dark eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

“Did you give up more than your seed on your wedding night?” Milton continued, drawing his hand down from his neck. “Did you offer her your balls on a silver platter?”

The steward opened his mouth to speak again, and Gold moved with a flash of agility Belle wouldn’t have believed possible. He lifted his cane out to the side and then swept it across, hitting Milton in the right leg, and knocking it out from under him with a sickening crack. Belle shut her eyes at the sound as she turned away from the calamity.

The motion of Milton’s fall sent him into a small side table on his way to the floor, and when Belle opened her eyes Gold was standing over him, his cane raised over his head. She felt her body start to shake and clenched her hands into fists in her skirt.

“Stop it!”

Belle’s voice startled Gold, who staggered back from Milton as the length of his cane slid through his grip and came to rest at his side. The room was quiet for a long moment as the two stared at each other.

“I think that answers my question.”

“Milton…” Gold warned, rounding on him again.

“What? What will you do to me in front of your precious little wife and the lord of these lands? Hmm?” The steward licked his lips, his mouth spreading into a wide, creeping grin as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Then again, I’ve heard the Lady likes brutish men.”

Gold stepped forward, his boots on either side of Milton as he lay on his back against the bookcase and the remains of the table. He planted his cane next to the man’s head, the tip thumping so loud and sharp that Milton winced as though it had come down on him directly.

“Speak about my wife again,” he said evenly, “and it will be your last words.”

Belle pressed a hand to her lips to suppress the sob in the back of her throat. She knew what Milton was trying to say, thinly veiled as it was, and the thought that he knew what had transpired between her and Gaston, that he might even know more than that, perhaps even the truth of how her marriage to Gold came about, made her body tremble.

“Stop,” she managed. “Just stop.” Gold looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide, almost as if he was surprised to see her. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry and her tongue thick in her mouth. “Let him go.”

Gold held her gazed and nodded slowly before using his cane to push away from Milton. He stepped back just enough to allow the Steward to scramble to his feet, who tripped over the leg of the broken table and nearly fell into Gold. He caught himself at the last second and shot a glare at all of them. Then he tried to step around Gold who caught him by the shoulder and held him still.

“The only reason you are walking out of this room under your own power, you pathetic worm,” Gold said quietly, keeping his voice just between the two of them, “is because of my wife. Remember that the next time you think about disrespecting her or any other woman.”

“Well, my Lord,” Milton said, setting his eyes on Maurice as he moved out and around Gold. “I hope you are happy being run off your own land by your fine choice of a son-in-law. Though I suppose you won’t be a vassal much longer. Best get used to Maurice then.”

Maurice bristled at that, and after appearing paralyzed during the earlier ruckus, seemed to have regained his faculties and his anger. “I’m a lord until the King says otherwise, but you are nothing. Get your things and leave at once, or I will have the guards do it for you.”

Milton’s lips curled in something that resembled a grimace more than a smile. He looked Maurice up and down and then bowed at the waist in a way that felt mocking and cruel rather than respectful. “As you wish, my Lord.”

He swanned passed Belle on his way to the door, close enough to brush her skirts which made her step to the side. Her eyes narrowed at him, and he gave her a flat smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Perhaps your husband will allow you to rename this place after he steals it out from under your family.”

She whirled on the Steward, her jaw tensing. She could think of no retort so she settled for glaring daggers at his back until the doors closed behind him. If Gold did claim Avonlea as he indicated he would, then Milton was right. It would be effectively stolen from her and her family, and her mother’s legacy would become just another pawn in a political game. It would be a bargaining chip or collateral. There was a pang in her chest and a tightness in her throat at the thought of losing her home. It wouldn’t really be gone, it wasn’t as if the estate and land would be raised and left barren, but it wouldn’t be the same somehow, it would have a change in a way that felt irreversible. But maybe Gold wouldn’t go through with it, maybe it had been some kind of ploy to needle Milton and send a message to King, maybe -

The doors swung closed, thudding and echoing in the room, and startling her from her thoughts. She turned to see Gold looking at her, his face unreadable, and her father, wringing his hands.

“What now?” Maurice asked.

Gold sighed and turned away from Belle. “Now I draw up the necessary papers to cede ownership of Avonlea.”

Belle’s stomach sank and the mix of emotions she’d been holding back since they entered her father’s study spilled over. She cried out abruptly and then muffled the rest of the sound with her hand pressed over her mouth. Gold looked to her again, and upon seeing her, immediately came towards her, his hand outstretched.

She backed away quickly, almost stumbling on the edge of the rug when the heel of her shoe caught. “No.” She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling two wet trails down either cheek. “You can’t. You - you promised!”

Gold tried to come closer, but she kept moving away from him. “It’s for the best, Belle, just let me -”

“Let you take my family’s home?” she shouted. “Let you - you ruin us further? Let my father be the laughing stock of the kingdom, and shame me all over again?”

His face looked stricken at her words as his steps became uneven. “No, that’s not what this is. Please -”

Belle shook her head and shot a cold, harsh look at her father. “Well done, Papa.”

“Petal -”

She raised both her hands and Maurice’s voice trailed off as they dropped to her sides. Without another word, she spun on her heel and rushed out of the room. A second later, she heard the doors open and Gold call out for her, but her quick steps hastened into a near run as she hurried away from the study and back to her room.

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Rest assured that any strife between Gold and Belle will be reasonably short lived. I know he looks like an ass right now, but he's got a plan.

[deathtokillian]

* insert Bernie Sanders Meme here *

I am once again asking for ask.