bizarre trope: superhero and someone with a popcorn cart
Everyone knew Captain Hand.
An ex navy seal who lost his hand at war, honourably discharged and sent back home to live out his days with honour. He could have chosen to spend his days living in luxury off his billion dollar inheritance, but Killian Jones wasn’t that kind of man. Instead he’d worked with a team of highly specialised scientists and engineers to fit him with a super bionic prosthetic and multiple crime fighting gadgets.
He’d become Boston’s very own real life Ironman. He was always there when rescue teams needed him, be it building fires, armed robberies or rescue missions- he was on the case, saving lives, catching bad guys and keeping his hometown safe.
He was Boston’s biggest celebrity and he wasn’t afraid to flaunt his face for the cameras…. Everyone loved and knew Captain Hand.
But Emma Swan knew different.
Emma Swan knew Killian Jones. The bashful gentleman who’d seat himself on the lone stool outside her confectionary stall in the wee hours of the morning, keeping her company and helping her pack up the left over food to hand out to the homeless every night.
He’d show up at midnight on the dot, a smirk and a flower in tow, and she’d hand him a mixed popcorn and a coffee. They’d talk, he’d flirt, she’d tease, they’d banter… he’d walk her home at 3am and wish her goodnight, always hoping she’d invite him in while she always hoped she’d work up the courage to ask.
They were kindred spirits. Both loners, both with tough exteriors… both with hearts too big to be left exposed to cruel harsh world- both making the best out of the cards they’d been dealt.
He’s madly in love with her. but he knows with the life he leads, he’s terrified of letting her in, only to lose her.
That becomes a reality for him one night when he finds her kiosk closed. The message comes through minutes after. The Golden crocodile is back. The man responsible for him losing his hand overseas has come back to finish the job… and he’s holding emma as bait to reel him in.
He goes to the warehouse he’s meant to. Gold is there with Emma tied up behind him. The sight breaks him and fuels him at the same time. His fear turns to anger, his blood soars from cold to hot.
“Let her go.”
“Oh, she’ll be just fine, dearie. As long as you do what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“I want you to die. Slowly. Painfully. And then I want all your riches that should rightfully have been mine.”
He wasn’t aware of his father’s partnership with Gold until it was too late. The man accused his father of taking billions that should of been his from a business partnership gone wrong. He’d taken out Brennan, and was now hoping to take out Killian too to get what he believed belonged to him.
“You have my word, Gold. Just let her go.”
“How very noble of you.” the man sneered.
Gold held up his cane and struck killian with a heavy blow, forcing him to drop his knees. Every fibre in his body was screaming at him to fight back, but he knew he couldn’t just yet. Emma was too close by and in far too much danger for him to strike just yet.
He had to get her out of there.
Gold had been smart. He must have known Killian wouldn’t have come completely weaponless and was somehow using magnetic interference to stop his weapons from working.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that, dearie!” he laughed, kicking away Killian’s shock taser and landing a blow to his ribs.
“I can’t tell you how long i’ve been waiting for this!”
Before he could revel in his win, a smack to the back of the villain’s head had him crashing to the ground out cold.
Emma stood behind him like a warrior goddess.
“Swan! You’re depriving me of a dashing rescue!”
“Sorry. The only one who saves me is me. Besides, this jerk had it coming to him. He’s made me lose a whole night’s worth of business.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup. Frank gets grouchy if he doesn’t get his hotdog… and there’s a rather dashing man who’s a sucker for my mixed popcorn.”
“You do make fantastic popcor-”
Emma cut him off with her lips. Looking death in the face had both of them realising life was too short for if’s but’s and maybe’s.
The first time he brings her home, she’s shocked beyond belief. She expects to be taken to some huge fancy mansion, but instead is lead to a decent sized, cozy family home, tucked away near the water side.
He asks her to move in with him 3 months later. She gladly accepts.
It’s on their one year anniversary that she comes home to the smell of smoke.
“I burnt it. Sorry, love.”
Emma opens the steel dish in front of her to find it full of blackened popcorn… but nestled in the centre is a beautiful sparkling ring in an exquisite box.
She says yes before he’s even had the chance to get down on one knee.
It’s after the Gideon Massacre that they both decide to retire.
Captain Hand becomes but a memory and Emma’s popcorn stall is sold to a homeless shelter, funded by Mr and Mrs Jones as a free food stop for the homeless.
They explore the oceans on his ship and she welcomes their daughter into the world one April night when they’ve just finished painting her nursery.
He may be the nation’s hero but she almost slapped him when he suggested calling her poppy.
wait, so Rumple is the Dark One again, this time with more power than ever… so does that mean he has to learn about it? A refresher course as it were, to catch him up on all the new features?
Because, I’m just saying, when Emma became the Dark One she saw the previous Dark One as her guide. As did Killian. How AMAZING would it be if Rumple starts seeing Killian (and maybe Emma) as his new guide?
He thought he’d finally gotten rid of the pirate. Instead… instead, he suddenly sees him EVERYWHERE.
Summary: Archaeologist, Dr. Rumple Gold sets out on a journey, with his newly hired camera person Belle French, assistant Regina Mills, and local guide Tinkerbell. They embark on a search, for the lost city of Avonlea and the dagger of The Dark One.
Rating: NC-17 (I’m like, addicted to writing smut.)
Word Count: 37,977 (Twenty parts)
Note: This is a my rumbelle secret Santa gift for the lovely endangeredslug.
Hi Slugy ! I'v been your Santa this whole time ! You asked for a Rumbelle: archaeologist, lost city, AU and here it is ! I had fun (and cried at times, but who haven’t cried over their rss thingy) writing this gift for you. I adored having the privilege of being your Santa. I was lucky to be given someone I think of as a friend. *squishes you* I hope you (and everyone else, but mostly you ! *hehe*) enjoy what I've written. Hugs and love ~ Santa. (I’m really going to miss calling myself "Santa" in the third person.)
“We may not have found the Golden Crocodile relic in the Valley of the Kings, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t out there.” World renowned archaeologist Dr. Rumple Gold, closes the documentary of his research in Egypt.
“You’re really gonna end it like that?”
“Just hold the camera up straight, Leroy.”
“Alright, Doc.” Leroy Katz re-adjusts his camera. “But you’re really gonna end it like that?”
“Do you have a better idea, dearie?”
“No, but that was just awful.”
“Well, since you don’t have a better idea, then just stay quiet and hold the camera.” Dr. Gold stands up straight and takes a deep breath. “We may not have found the Golden Crocodile relic in the Valley of the Kings, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t out there…” He pauses and gawks into the camera. “Excellent job, Leroy. You made me lose my train of thought.”
“I’m sorry, Doc, but that line isn’t your best.”
“Now, were stuck with it, thanks to you.” He picks up his case of excavation tools.
“We can try again, Doc.”
“No, no reason too. I’m finished with it and ready to move on to the next project.”
“Whatever you say.” Leroy begins packing up his equipment.
The scorching desert sun beams down on Dr. Gold and his crew, as they prepare to take their leave from Egypt.
Regina Mills, Dr. Gold’s most trusted assistant, who has studied and worked under him for many years, enters his tent with a copy of the Egypt documentary. “I have the unedited version for you, Doctor.” She clutches her files to her chest.
“Thank you, Regina.” He closes the case to his excavation tools. “I’ll look over it on our flight to Romania.”
“Yes, Doctor.” She sits the cd on top of his case. “It took me awhile and a lot of searching, but I made the arrangements for our new camera person.”
“Really? Just in time for Romania?”
“What’s the catch, dearie?” He crosses his arms, gaping at her, doubtful.
“There is no catch, Doctor.” She restlessly skims through her files.
Dr. Gold reads her body language, analyzing the way she doesn’t look at him and the nervous tapping of her foot. “We’ve been together forever, Regina. I can tell when you’re lying.”
“Aright, Doctor, I’m sorry.” She takes a ruffled breath. “ Well, there are a few things about her.“
“She’s fresh out of film school and she wasn’t the best in her class.”
The doctors eyes widen. “What !” his voice roars through the tent.
Regina jumps back with jitters. “I’m sorry, Doctor, but no one wants to go to Romania. Especially, for what you’re looking for.” She calms herself, placing her hand over her heart. “She was all I could find and it’s better than nothing,” she swiftly adds.
The doctor takes a deep breath and slowly sighs out. "This person is really all you could find?” he massages his temples, trying to relieve himself of a headache brewing.
“Yes, Doctor. Her resume wasn’t that bad and she wasn’t the worst in her class, she still graduated. All you really need is someone to hold a camera.”
Dr. Gold sits in his chair. “Alright, Regina, I guess she’ll have to do. She’s going to meet us in Romania, right?”
“Yes, everything is taken care of.”
“What’s this persons name?”
Regina fumbles through her folders again. “Umm, Belle French.”
“Thank you, dearie. Let’s get the rest of this stuff packed and get the hell out of this desert.”
“Yes, Doctor.” She scampers out of the tent.
It takes several hours for Dr. Gold and his team to clear their excavation site. When everything is packed and loaded up, he says goodbye to everyone not joining him in Romania.
“Doc, either you’re really brave or really stupid to go searching for that place,” Leroy says, as he shakes the doctors hand.
“I just might be a little of both.” He laughs to himself. “Are you sure about not joining us?”
“Oh, yes. I’m more sure than anything. I don’t play around with curses, Doc.”
“Alright, Leroy. I just thought I’d ask again.” Dr. Gold leans in closer. “Regina found a new camera person, but I think she might be a little sketchy,” he whispers.
“Regina? Of course she is. She’s a bit nutty if I say so myself.”
“What?” He shakes his head, puzzled. “ No, no, not Regina, the new camera person.” The doctor clarifies.
“Oh, I see. You’ll be fine, Doc. I wouldn’t worry about it. The fact that they’ve agreed to go with you at all, is a good sign in itself.” Leroy assures him.
“I’ll take your word for it, dearie.” He shakes Leroy’s hand again.
“Good luck, Doc.” He steps into the truck.
“Thanks for everything, Leroy.” Dr. Gold watches as the truck drives further into the desert. Afterwards, he meets up with Regina in their jeep. He sits inside the car and peeks over at her. “It’s just you and me for now, dearie.” He starts the jeep.
Main image of my tribute for the Little Golden Book art show at Gallery Nucleus tomorrow night. Gouache. A Croc In a Pot - a sequel to my favorite, A Dragon In a Wagon. Cover text and spine were painted separately on the glass (will post later).