#renbelle

[beeeinyourbonnet]

I heard "Renbelle" and here I am with a little prompt/headcanon)

Renard is not okay with his... bullet situation. But he insists that he accepted it, that he is fine with it, etc... The harder he insists, the less okay he actually is. Belle, ever perceptive, sees right through him.

So this is my first foray back into renbelle (and fanfic in general) in approx six centuries. Hope you enjoy ;-;

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It felt like another lifetime when Belle had felt relief about the bullet in Renard’s brain slowly killing him so that she could eventually go home. These days, the home she yearned for was his arms, squeezing her just a little too tightly so he could feel the pressure and know she was there.

She knew he didn’t like her wandering the base, that a part of him feared she’d be attacked or that she would escape, but she knew that there were enough men on her side that an attack wouldn’t be a problem, and she didn’t want to escape. 

When Renard wanted to hide, he was impossible to find, but Belle had an inkling of where he might be today, so she meandered down the halls, waving to guards as she passed. The guards outside her own room had offered to accompany her, but Renard wouldn’t have wanted them to see them together even if he might have preferred that Belle not be alone.

Just as she thought she would, she found him in his control room, glowering at his reflection in a compact mirror. 

���Renard?”

He jumped, slamming the compact shut, and the fact that he hadn’t noticed her come in told her just how important it was that she had.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, hands clenched tightly enough to hurt—if he could have felt it.

“I missed you.” She sat in the chair usually reserved for Lagunov and rested her palms atop his fists. When he didn’t look down, she pressed her nails into his wrist. 

That got his attention. He loosened his grip, allowing her to take both hands in hers and lace their fingers together.

“I would have come by tonight,” he said. His gaze strayed toward the closed compact. She knew he’d been staring at his scar, thinking about the bullet traveling further and further down. His last CT scan showed it moving for the first time in a few months. She didn’t like to think about it.

“Didn’t you miss me now though?” She nudged his knees with hers, and was finally rewarded with his full attention.

“I always miss you.” 

He looked like he wanted to kiss her, but he only ever did when they were alone, tucked up together in their own little world. In the light of day, it was like he didn’t believe she was there. Sometimes she didn’t believe she was there.

Keeping hold of his hands, she stood to kiss him on the forehead, then settled into his lap instead. As she’d hoped, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her shoulder.

“Are you dwelling?” she asked. She wanted to touch his scar while his eyes were closed, but he didn’t like anyone to touch it, so she wouldn’t violate his trust. 

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “Just thinking about where to set myself on fire to go out with the most glory.”

“I don’t want you to blow yourself up.” She cupped his cheek, knowing he would see that, and he tilted his head so she could run her fingers across his stubbly chin.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “What’s done is done.”

She tilted his chin up to look at her, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. 

“Renard.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

“Why don’t you go back to your room?”

“Renard.”

“I’m fine.”

She pursed her lips, still gripping his chin, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He cupped her cheek with the hand not supporting her back, fingers digging in harder than usual. He wanted to feel her in his hands. “Are you happy now?”

“I’m always happy with you.” She turned her face to kiss his palm, and he watched her, all his focus finally on her. 

“You don’t have to comfort me,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” she said. “So you’re fine. Maybe I’m not fine.”

He frowned, hand flexing at her hip. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like thinking about it.” She tapped him on the forehead, not wanting to acknowledge it out loud. “I just want to hold you.”

He licked his lips, glancing back at the compact. She plucked it off the desk and stuck it in her pocket—it was hers anyway. 

“You need comfort?” he asked.

“Desperately,” she said. “I’m dwelling.” 

They both knew she was massaging the truth, that Belle could never be as haunted by the bullet as he himself was, but Renard slid both his arms underneath hers, crushing her to him, and kissed her collar.

“You may hold me,” he said, and she nearly laughed as she wrapped her arms around him. Even if he couldn’t feel exactly where her arms laid across his shoulders or exactly the way her hand cupped his head, he could still feel safe and warm and held. 

“Thank you.” She kissed his head, sure to make the loudest smacking sound she could so that he’d know, and she felt him smile against her. 

“I never dwell,” he mumbled into her chest.

“I know,” she said, and kissed him once more.

[thestraggletag]

I got the Renbelle bug, so I'm re-reading On the Mountaintops of Russia for the hundredth time and studiously avoiding plot bunnies. Damn you, complex and magnetic character from a generic Bind movie. Why must you be so compelling???

[ace-cf-cups]

I've just walked out of my dentist's office 😬 so while my anesthesia is wearing off, please send me prompts for renbelle, renacey, rumbelle (golden lace/woven lace/woven beauty included) or bellish! 🥺

[ubuntufm]

ELL - Energy

"ENERGY" is more than a song, it's a rhythmic embrace for those navigating the twist of long-distance love. In this musical journey, eLl sprinkles a fusion of English and her native Renbel Dialect, creating a unique language that echoes the sentiments of the heart. inspired by the challenges faces by girls in long distance relationships.

[nothingeverlost]

Renbelle 5 and 15.

Wow this is the first Renbelle question in years!

Guilty pleasures

Renard  - If there’s any guilt to be had it’s not in the pleasures I take, but the lives.  Pleasure simply is.  A good book, a fine wine, a night at the symphony.  If there is one pleasure I take that might be guilty it’s in taking Belle as my own.

Belle - I chose to be with Victor without a wedding first.  The priests would say... No, they don’t matter.  Being with Victor, having him touch me, is pleasure.  If there’s any guilt it’s at least my choice.  

What it takes to make them cry

Renard - I stopped crying many years ago.  Now I don’t believe I’m even capable.  When I stand in the doorway watching Belle rock our daughter and sing to her it may feel if there is a tear.

Belle - Being frightened, but that’s not very often with Victor.  Missing him, when we were separated.  When I think about the bullet that he says will kill him someday, and know that he can’t feel my touch.

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators 💗

Oh boy. Well--shit. haha

Obviously #1 is With Cherries On Top because it was the first fic I actually finished in like a decade, apart from my James Bond RenBelle fic. And because it is Max and that is my garbage husband who I am weeeeeiiiiirrrrdly attached to.

2. Corresponding Emotion -- I love my rom com AUs what can I say. they just make everyone FEEL GOOD. myself included. I wish this one got the love it DESERVED lmfao

3. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTPRINTSSSSSSSSSS -- I started rewriting this, because this one if my love letter to MYSELF and I can do it BETTER now.

4. Far Longer Than Forever -- this one isn't even published yet but it is my Ezra x Reader Swan Princess/Annihilation crossover AU. I want to write HORROR.

5. Untitled Oberyn x Reader AU - I am working on the first part as we speak and it will be out ASAP. It has consumed me and Im so excited about it that it is already one of my favorite things I have written.

Thanks for the ask, babes. /smooch

[nothingeverlost]

Useful for Renbelle and MFU

A Few of My Favorite Russian Proverbs (with their literal translations)

Большой секрет — знает весь свет.    Big secret—the whole world knows.

Борода не делает философом.  A beard doesn’t make a philosopher.

В темноте все кошки серы.  All cats are gray in the dark.

В Ту́лу со свои́м самова́ром не е́здят. No one brings a samovar to Tula. (Tula is famous as the city where samovars were manufactured. This is the equivalent of “Don’t bring coal to Newcastle.”)

Волко́в боя́ться — в лес не ходи́ть. If you’re afraid of wolves, don’t go to the woods.

Говорить правду — потерять дружбу.  Tell the truth—lose friends.

Доверя́й, но проверя́й.  Trust, but verify.

Долг платежо́м кра́сен.  Debt is beautiful once it’s repaid.

Доно́счику — пе́рвый кнут. The informer is whipped first.

Друг познаётся в беде́.  You get to know your friend in trouble. (A friend in need is a friend indeed.)

Дру́жба дру́жбой, а де́нежкам счёт.  Friendship is friendship, but count money.

Знать всё — значит не знать ничего. To know everything is to know nothing.

И у стен бывают уши. And even walls have ears.

Когда́ де́ньги говоря́т, тогда́ пра́вда молчи́т.  When money talks, truth shuts up.

На чужо́м го́ре сча́стья не постро́ишь. One can’t build happiness upon another’s grief.

Назва́лся гру́здем — полеза́й в ку́зов. If you called yourself a mushroom—get in the basket. (Sort of like, “don’t just talk the talk—walk the walk.”)

Не ошиба́ется тот, кто ничего́ не де́лает. He that does nothing makes no mistakes.

NB: any translation mistakes are mine

[beeeinyourbonnet]

friends i just want to say that I would accept renbelle or develle prompts

[ace-cf-cups]

“Victor!”

He barely made it through the door when Belle appeared at the top of the staircase, making the small part of him that wasn’t mesmerised by her beaming smile wonder if she was waiting for his arrival by the window ( and he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat at the thought… he couldn’t quite remember if anyone ever waited for him before, without malicious or selfish intents not that he was anyone worth waiting for without them ).

The sight of her hurrying down the steps and towards him made him tense up, though, as it awakened more than unwelcome memories… because the last time someone hurried towards him like this, jumping into his arms the moment he stepped through the door, it was Elektra and that was the day he found out ( more like confirmed to himself, really, because the subtle signs were always there, he was just too in love to be anything but wilfully ignorant ) that she didn’t love him but merely used him as a pawn in her plans, someone to do all the dirty work for her and then run back to her side like an obedient chertov dog begging for scraps of her affection as treats for a job well done…

His blood was beginning to boil at the memories - the pain, the pure agony of that love, far worse than any pain he could ever experience physically - but then Belle was in his arms, so warm and soft ( that he knew without needing to feel her against him… though he certainly would love to ) and pure, and her lips were meeting his in a very enthusiastic ‘welcome home’ kiss - the kind of kiss Elektra would never give him - and as it deepened and he had to plant his feet more firmly on the ground to keep himself and his precious beauty from falling over, he thought of Elektra no more. 

[nothingeverlost]

How about Renbelle. A moment of feeling

“Excuse me?” He couldn’t have heard her right.

“Scones. And some jam, if you have any fruit. I’d only need an hour or so, if I might.” Belle spoke softly, so no one overheard the request. “I could make enough for everyone, if you like.”

“They have their rations.” He wasn’t going to even contemplate her cooking for the men. He shouldn’t be contemplating her cooking at all, yet here he was leading her down to the kitchen and ordering out the men that were taking their break around the fire. It was Sunday, and Belle wanted afternoon tea.

“My mama taught me how to make scones.” There was butter and sugar. After that he lost interest in paying attention to the ingredients. His attention was split between watching the doorway to make sure the men were staying away and watching her hands. He could lose himself completely in watching her hands.

“And now we wait.” It was some time later when she came to the table, carrying two teacups. The smell of fruit was light in the air as a pot of jam simmered on the stove.He’d been a very young boy when last he’d smelled such a smell in a warm kitchen.

“Thank you.” she hesitated a moment, holding onto the teacup even as she offered it to him.

“It was nothing,” he shrugged. Her fingers brushed against his as he took the cup, no matter how he tried to avoid it.

“It was more than nothing. I just wish...”

“Yes?”

“I wish I knew your name so I could thank you properly.” She sat next to him at the table, rather than across from him. She was sitting too close.

“You know my name. Renard.” If she had been anyone else he would have been suspicious about why she asked. There were not very many people who knew very much about him.

“That’s not your only name, though, is it? The men call you that and you wouldn’t allow them such an informality as using your first name.” She stirred her tea with more focus than was required. He wondered if it was nerves or consideration that had her looking away. It was the fact that she wasn’t looking, perhaps, that allowed him to answer.

“Victor.” It was a mistake, he was certain, and yet he could no more hold it in then he could stop looking at her. She did not touch him, and yet when she turned to look at him he could feel her smile against his skin. Yes, it was a mistake.

[dreams-love-magic]

Promptathon!

'tis that time again my friends! Taking completely new prompts for any ship as well as prompts for all my current verses including All the World, City of Dreams, No One Deserves, Going Postal, What You Wish For, Love is Threefold, etc.

[tokyoghosts]

I'm afraid of the down escalator... I nearly fell off one at the mall once and now I always look for safe, non moving stairs!

im in love with escalators ;ladsjf i have urges to go up the down escalator but i dont want to embarrass myself so i try to control it

tell me an interesting fact about yourself and I will reply with an interesting fact about myself

[sensetto]

eurichan replied to your post: 生日快乐

happy birthday! ʕ•̫͡•ʔ♡*:.✧

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happy birthday!!

renbelle replied to your post: 生日快乐

Happy Birthday!

THANKS AHHHHH

[beeeinyourbonnet]

Hi!

I know it's been a very long while, but do you plan on continuing Great Wide Somewhere one day? Some day?

I just read it and I love it so much!

Omg thank you so much ;-; I wasn't planning on it (because I didn't think it would have readers) but I am definitely open to it! I miss Renard xD

[tinuviel-undomiel]

TEA Nominations: Renbelle

I see there is no Renbelle nominated yet for TEA awards so here is my recommendations:

One Mountaintops in Russia by thatlassiegotglassed

The Great Wide Somewhere by beeeinyourbonnet

The Kidnapping, Wedding and Family Renbelle verse by NothingIsEverLost

[ace-cf-cups]

Renard and Renbelle have me in a chokehold so I'm about to post a little ficlet I wrote yesterday while half-asleep but I don't even know if it's any good ( especially compared to renbelle titans like @beeeinyourbonnet and @nothingeverlost and @dreams-love-magic 😅 ) so feedback is much appreciated!