Eleven Reasons why Rumpel and Belle are certain they love each other.
11 Reasons General theme: Eleven Reasons why Rumpel and Belle are certain they love each other.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 4-kinky/mischievous
Title: Origin
Rating: G
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: This takes place after the curtain fell. (Just in case the descriptions of the sky don't make it clear.) Their relationship is beginning to form, but they are still master and possession.
"You're not spinning today?" Rumpelstiltskin indeed was not. He sat at the end of the grand table in the main room, looking distraught. Belle found this odd. It seemed to her that other than terrorizing everyone that crossed his threshold, he only ever seemed to spin. Every once in a while, he would work on a new project, a new spell to uncover. But he was too smart for his own good, and usually had the secrets of the world figured out before supper time. And then, it was back to spinning.
His face remained blank, which was exceedingly strange for him. "I'm a bit tired today."
"Too tired to spin?"
"Spinning is a time for me to think. I'm not thinking today."
"Oh," Belle said, before returning to the book in her lap. If he wasn't spinning, or moving in general, he wasn't making any messes. Less time she had to spend cleaning up after him and more time that she could spend reading. The day was gray and rainy outside, perfect to just relax and do nothing and sit down with a good book.
Right now, Belle thought that she had just found her favorite.
He looked over at her, his movements lazy and drawn out. "You should try going to bed more often," she said when she looked up and saw how he was looking at her, his eyes glazed over.
"Once a week is enough."
Belle laughed at the comment. "Look at how it leaves you by the end of the month, though. No monsters are going to get you if you try sleeping."
He laughed. It was more half-hearted than his usual laugh, and his eyes didn't shine and crinkle at the edges as much as usual, but it was a good reaction. "An even more terrifying monster scares it away from even trying." Rumpelstiltskin then smiled, an intimidating display of malice and teeth that were in dire need of a good cleaning.
Belle shook her head, smiling. He didn't seem like a monster now. He looked as if he were to close his eyes, he would fall asleep.
"What are you reading there?" Rumpel asked. He didn't quite look as if his eyes could focus when he looked over at her.
"This?" Belle propped the book up so that he could see the cover and spine. With a flourish, it was as if talking about books brightened her personality ten-fold.
"Have you read it?" Belle asked gesturing to the title.
"I don't know what it's about by the title. Their useless to remember. What's it about, dearie?" Even the way he waved his hand about in the air seemed lazy and pathetic.
"It's a wonderful book really. It's a story of a young girl who goes on an adventure to save a kingdom that id going to be destroyed by an evil sorcerer." Belle finished her statement with a sigh, a great longing to be transported into the plot of the book filled her mind.
His expression remained blank.
"Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise."
"Doesn't sound too special to me." He couldn't remember it.
Belle rolled her eyes. "That's because you get the chance to live an adventure. The only adventure I have is in books."
"You'd want to be a part of a daring sword fight? You're a girl. What if you got hurt."
"If I could, I'd learn. I'd be the best I could be. Winning is ego food, after all."
"Really? I don't consider myself to have too large of an ego. Only one that is size appropriate for my talent..." He smiled at her, eyes twinkling at his own joke. She laughed in response.
"Why don't you read me a little from that book, eh?" He said, leaning back in his chair, weaving his fingers together infront of him, his elbows resting on the table, completely relaxed. "You don't have to start over. I don't care; I have nothing better to do."
Belle nodded, picked the book up from her lap, and flipped to the page she was on. She was about to begin but was interrupted.
"Brew some tea first." Rumpelstiltskin had closed his eyes.
Belle left the room smiling to herself. "Some monster," she said--out-loud, but quiet enough so that she wouldn't be heard.
And she took the liberty to add a little extra water for herself.
It was a gray and rainy day, the perfect kind of day to relax and read a good book. By the time Belle had finished, Rumpelstiltskin had fallen asleep.
---X---
The next day he made fun of her for being able to read a whole book in one sitting.
---X---
A few weeks later, Rumpelstiltskin returned from a deal early in the afternoon. He came through the doors of the grand hall holding something inside of his coat.
Belle looked up to greet him; she had been dusting his collection when he had arrived. "You're back." She didn't quite know what to say. If they had been closer, if they were friends, and not master and captive, she might have asked his how his dealings went. She was unquenchingly curious, but refrained from asking. She'd only get a sarcastic response or riddle in reply anyways.
He didn't say anything, just walked over to where she was cleaning and dropped a book down in front of her. "Here," he said. He didn't stop walking.
"Wait," Belle said, picking the book up with excitement. Rumpel stopped but didn't face her. The smile that spread across her face as she looked at the book was wide and child-like. If he had turned around, Rumpelstiltskin would've seen the way the gift made her eyes light up. "You got this for me?"
She couldn't see it, but the excited tone of her voice made the corners of his eyes tighten. "Just something I picked up from a family whose children I was taking. I figured they'd be too busy crying over their children to miss a small book." And then he resumed walking, still not wanting to look back at her.
Belle looked at the book in her hands as if it had caught fire, and she had no way of disposing of it. It was stuck to her, and now the fire would travel from the book, up her arms, and consume her.
She had to remind herself that it was the thought that counts--although she didn't think she could apply that to this situation--to give herself the decency to choke out some sort of a thank you.
Belle never read that book. Rumpel would continue to bring her other books every once in awhile when he saw one he believed wasn't already in his library.And slowly, with every passing book, the story as to how he acquired it became less brutal. Belle thought then that maybe it wouldn't be completely unethical to read the book, and she would turn it over in her hands many times, wanting to read it. But she still couldn't be completely sure if the idea of skinning and stealing children away in deals was a quip.
Maybe he was just a shy monster.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 4-kinky/mischievous
Title: Origin
Rating: G
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: This takes place after the curtain fell. (Just in case the descriptions of the sky don't make it clear.) Their relationship is beginning to form, but they are still master and possession.
"You're not spinning today?" Rumpelstiltskin indeed was not. He sat at the end of the grand table in the main room, looking distraught. Belle found this odd. It seemed to her that other than terrorizing everyone that crossed his threshold, he only ever seemed to spin. Every once in a while, he would work on a new project, a new spell to uncover. But he was too smart for his own good, and usually had the secrets of the world figured out before supper time. And then, it was back to spinning.
His face remained blank, which was exceedingly strange for him. "I'm a bit tired today."
"Too tired to spin?"
"Spinning is a time for me to think. I'm not thinking today."
"Oh," Belle said, before returning to the book in her lap. If he wasn't spinning, or moving in general, he wasn't making any messes. Less time she had to spend cleaning up after him and more time that she could spend reading. The day was gray and rainy outside, perfect to just relax and do nothing and sit down with a good book.
Right now, Belle thought that she had just found her favorite.
He looked over at her, his movements lazy and drawn out. "You should try going to bed more often," she said when she looked up and saw how he was looking at her, his eyes glazed over.
"Once a week is enough."
Belle laughed at the comment. "Look at how it leaves you by the end of the month, though. No monsters are going to get you if you try sleeping."
He laughed. It was more half-hearted than his usual laugh, and his eyes didn't shine and crinkle at the edges as much as usual, but it was a good reaction. "An even more terrifying monster scares it away from even trying." Rumpelstiltskin then smiled, an intimidating display of malice and teeth that were in dire need of a good cleaning.
Belle shook her head, smiling. He didn't seem like a monster now. He looked as if he were to close his eyes, he would fall asleep.
"What are you reading there?" Rumpel asked. He didn't quite look as if his eyes could focus when he looked over at her.
"This?" Belle propped the book up so that he could see the cover and spine. With a flourish, it was as if talking about books brightened her personality ten-fold.
"Have you read it?" Belle asked gesturing to the title.
"I don't know what it's about by the title. Their useless to remember. What's it about, dearie?" Even the way he waved his hand about in the air seemed lazy and pathetic.
"It's a wonderful book really. It's a story of a young girl who goes on an adventure to save a kingdom that id going to be destroyed by an evil sorcerer." Belle finished her statement with a sigh, a great longing to be transported into the plot of the book filled her mind.
His expression remained blank.
"Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise."
"Doesn't sound too special to me." He couldn't remember it.
Belle rolled her eyes. "That's because you get the chance to live an adventure. The only adventure I have is in books."
"You'd want to be a part of a daring sword fight? You're a girl. What if you got hurt."
"If I could, I'd learn. I'd be the best I could be. Winning is ego food, after all."
"Really? I don't consider myself to have too large of an ego. Only one that is size appropriate for my talent..." He smiled at her, eyes twinkling at his own joke. She laughed in response.
"Why don't you read me a little from that book, eh?" He said, leaning back in his chair, weaving his fingers together infront of him, his elbows resting on the table, completely relaxed. "You don't have to start over. I don't care; I have nothing better to do."
Belle nodded, picked the book up from her lap, and flipped to the page she was on. She was about to begin but was interrupted.
"Brew some tea first." Rumpelstiltskin had closed his eyes.
Belle left the room smiling to herself. "Some monster," she said--out-loud, but quiet enough so that she wouldn't be heard.
And she took the liberty to add a little extra water for herself.
It was a gray and rainy day, the perfect kind of day to relax and read a good book. By the time Belle had finished, Rumpelstiltskin had fallen asleep.
---X---
The next day he made fun of her for being able to read a whole book in one sitting.
---X---
A few weeks later, Rumpelstiltskin returned from a deal early in the afternoon. He came through the doors of the grand hall holding something inside of his coat.
Belle looked up to greet him; she had been dusting his collection when he had arrived. "You're back." She didn't quite know what to say. If they had been closer, if they were friends, and not master and captive, she might have asked his how his dealings went. She was unquenchingly curious, but refrained from asking. She'd only get a sarcastic response or riddle in reply anyways.
He didn't say anything, just walked over to where she was cleaning and dropped a book down in front of her. "Here," he said. He didn't stop walking.
"Wait," Belle said, picking the book up with excitement. Rumpel stopped but didn't face her. The smile that spread across her face as she looked at the book was wide and child-like. If he had turned around, Rumpelstiltskin would've seen the way the gift made her eyes light up. "You got this for me?"
She couldn't see it, but the excited tone of her voice made the corners of his eyes tighten. "Just something I picked up from a family whose children I was taking. I figured they'd be too busy crying over their children to miss a small book." And then he resumed walking, still not wanting to look back at her.
Belle looked at the book in her hands as if it had caught fire, and she had no way of disposing of it. It was stuck to her, and now the fire would travel from the book, up her arms, and consume her.
She had to remind herself that it was the thought that counts--although she didn't think she could apply that to this situation--to give herself the decency to choke out some sort of a thank you.
Belle never read that book. Rumpel would continue to bring her other books every once in awhile when he saw one he believed wasn't already in his library.And slowly, with every passing book, the story as to how he acquired it became less brutal. Belle thought then that maybe it wouldn't be completely unethical to read the book, and she would turn it over in her hands many times, wanting to read it. But she still couldn't be completely sure if the idea of skinning and stealing children away in deals was a quip.
Maybe he was just a shy monster.