frogs_of_war

This story is for Saskia's birthday. We aren't that old in the scheme of things. I thought forty was old, or at least older, but then I got here and I still feel young.

For this story I looked up Gnome (among other Faie) and found that according to some, gnomes are the spirits of prudish woman who look over other prudish women like a guardian angel. My youngest was helping me research and asked what prudish meant. I told him it was a bad way of saying the kind of girl upheld as good (a moral virgin) and then I looked it up. The original meaning of prude was a great compliment. A good women, but not just good, but also moral and modest. That's yet another word applied to women that went from good to bad.



Title: The Fruit of Love
Status: complete
Genre: m/m, fairytale
Rating: R
Content: barrenness, hope, despair, joy
Length: about 6,200 words
Summary: How does Rumpelstitzkin find the girl? Why does he help her? Why in the world would he want a human baby? What was the big deal with learning his name anyway? And did the girl really get to keep both the gold and her kid?
Warning: Kind of a cavalier attitude towards other people's babies.
Note: I'm spelling Rum's name with a z for aesthetic reasons, because it sometimes is, and as a reminder that the last syllable is kin (little) not skin, which I've always found both audibly and visually ugly.


“Rum, are you still wasting time on that egg tree?”

( At long last )