Dorks to cheer me up UuU
Summary: The waiting continues. Does Belle really have cold feet?
Rating: G in this part, because I don’t think Charming could cope with a higher rating.
Notes: Part 1 is here. Thanks once again to Nym for her help.
David reaches for the hilt of his sword, only remembering at the very last minute that he doesn’t wear a sword in Storybrooke and brushing some imaginary lint off the bottom of his coat instead. He misses his sword, the comforting weight of it hanging at his side just as much as the handy visual threat it provides, but right now he’d settle for his gun. He just needs something to point at Gold and make him calm down. But he doesn’t have his gun either. There isn’t supposed to be a need for weapons at a wedding, at least not in Storybrooke. David has to make do with clenching his fists at his sides and resisting the temptation to punch Gold in the shoulder and tell him to relax. Instead, he watches as Gold, the groom – and that’s still a thought that David has trouble wrapping his head around, despite the fact that he’s standing right here next to him, waiting for the bride – glances at his watch and then over his shoulder at the church door and then back at his watch again. He’s been performing that little manoeuvre every fifteen seconds or so for the past five minutes. Every time Gold does it, the tense knot in David’s shoulders grows that little bit tighter.
I love David’s POV! It’s like a straightforward refreshing glass of water, it makes me really happy. I love how much he had to add particularly that no one else could have said - his empathy for losing children, and his surprisingly delicate understanding of Gold’s issues.
I know you say you find writing dialogue tricky, but I’m astonished by how much you make the characters sound like themselves. It’s incredibly rare for me to hear an actor’s voice in my head as I read fanfic, but with your fics I get that almost the entire time. The dialogue has such a strong voice it makes internal narration sound like the actor’s speaking, too, at least to me. It’s almost uncanny - I’m used to your fics sounding like Robert Carlyle reading it out loud, and now it sounds like Josh Dallas reading it out loud. (At least, it started for sure after I “heard” this line -> “It’s normal to feel a little nervous before the bride shows up – but she will show up.”) It’s really remarkable.
(This also made me yearn for the Luthien Rumple/Charming fic that canon left zero room to squeeze in. :’D)
Summary: Belle’s best friend is a strange creature. She loves him, of course, but should she wed him?
Word count: 6,770
Author’s note: Rumbelle Secret Santa gift for mrgoldsdearie, who adores the idea of time travel and prompted, “Rumbelle, Doctor Who, AU, Christmas.” I added a dash of Scottish folktale and a pinch of Wuthering Heights.
A bogle is a creature from Scottish myth “reputed to live for the simple purpose of perplexing mankind.”
I love this! With an AU like this, I felt like I was reading an original story, and now I’m left wishing I owned the book.