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: 6- scenery/sight
Title: Home
Rating: G-ish
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
It was on her second day in the Dark Castle that Rumpelstiltskin was able to conclude that his new caretaker was incredibly clumsy.
The newly chipped teacup? Well he had intentionally tried to shock her. But the second time, while serving him tea--it seemed the substance was
her weakness--she tripped over her skirts and dumped the cup promptly in his lap.
Leather was both a curse and a blessing. The pants were probably ruined, but the substance kept the liquid from touching him.
Bell, of course, panicked.
"I'm so sorry! I..." She grabbed a cloth and began to mop up the mess.
She went on apologizing and groveling as she worked. Rumpelstiltskin barely listened as he got up and began to leave for his room to
change. But as he left he noticed the shoes the girl was wearing.
The heels that the girl balanced herself on were as thin as the gold he spun.
---X---
Mr. Gold had to get Belle out of the rags she had come to him with. Now in his care she woud be treated as a princess, as the lover
of Rumpelstiltskin, the most powerful mage in all the land. She would be protected and lavished; Regina would pay for what she had done.
After he brought magic back he went home and had her bathed. She kept asking questions but he just reassured her that nothing was
wrong and nothing bad would happen. While she was bathing he tested out the new magic by producing clothing and all kinds of feminine
products and other necessities, all for Belle to be able to live with him.
---X---
"Thank you!" Belle said from the stairs as she came running down, dressed in her newest dress.
She was able to actually run much faster in the shoes that she was wearing, Rumpelstiltskin mused as he watched her.
The dress he made for her was shorter than her last, stopping at the mid-calf. One less thing for her to trip over. And the heels he
made her were thick and sturdy shoes, made for walking, not elegance. He had considered simply giving her flat shoe but ruled that out.
Rumpelstiltskin, if anything, was fashionable. And it wasn't in his interest to have anyone come to his castle for dealing and see his caretaker
dressed poorly. How would that reflect on him? He had enough magic to produce all the riches in the world.
The smile on Belle's face was infectious, despite his wanting to be nonchalant about having given her something new. He had just
given her a bedroom; he didn't want to seem weak in his kindness.
"In the case that you didn't notice, I gave you new shoes for your gold dress as well. What you were wearing was unacceptable and
weren't doing any good for my pants." Rumpel kept his hands together and didn't look at her while speaking, keeping his nose pointed upwards.
"Couldn't you have cleaned your pants up with magic?"
He peered down at her. She didn't ask the question in spite, but rather in genuine interest in magic.
"Are you suggesting I do that with every pair of pants I have because you cannot walk properly?"
She bowed her head. "I'm sorry."
He turned his back to her and began to walk away. "Thank you," she said to him, hurried as if she wanted to keep him from being
angry with her.
He waved his hand up next to his shoulder where she could see it. "No matter." And he sat down at his spinning wheel and began
working, signaling to her that he no longer wanted to talk.
---X---
"I finally figured out how to light the stove," Belle said as Mr. Gold walked into the kitchen. Her announcement made him nervous, but
when he looked over, no gas was lit, everything was shut off correctly.
"I made you breakfast." Belle pushed a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and tomatoes across the table to his usual seat.
Mr. Gold sat down. He didn't say anything; he was too stunned to speak. Belle smiled at him as she sat down to eat her own food.
"Does everything taste fine to you?"
He took a bite of his eggs. "Excellent, as usual."
His comment, "As usual", brought a sudden silence to the table. Belle put down her fork and stared at the food in front of her.
"Sorry," Gold said. He became afraid at that moment, for he realized that simply trying to fall in the way they had been, wasn't going
to work. What had transpired between them after they had kissed.... Well, he was afraid she'd realize at that moment that she didn't really want to
be with him, that she'd suddenly believe the lies he had told her, about not really loving her.
"I didn't mean to--"
"Has it really been twenty eight years?" She didn't look up at him. She stared at her plate, but her eyes were glazed over. He tried to
imagine what she was reminiscing in her head.
The imagery didn't add to his confidence. "Twenty nine counting the time between when you left me and before the curse started. He
picked up his fork but put it down. "How long has it felt for you?"
She looked up at him and the sorrow in her eyes made him want to cry out. Never again would she be intentionally hurt. He knew,
knowing himself, that it was impossible to not hurt those that he loved. He didn't try to hurt Bae, he tried to help him, and it only made him suffer.
It hurt him to acknowledge that Belle would suffer, but he would never do so intentionally again. And he would try to shield her from every evil
that tried.
"Forever," she whispered. A small sad smile crossed her face. She didn't look at him, but to her right, as if she couldn't meet his eyes.
"Sometimes I wondered if my meeting you was only a dream." She looked him in the eyes. Her words could make or break him. "I'm glad it
wasn't."
Gold nodded. He was too moved, too vulnerable, to speak. "I missed you too", seemed so trivial and small a description as to what
he really felt. But he didn't have a way with words that could express his feelings, so he kept silent, holding her gaze, hoping she would
understand.
And the thing with Belle was, that even when he didn't want her too, she always did.
---X---
After Belle left, Rumpelstiltskin couldn't even summon the energy to clean his house with magic. He felt that if he were to do so, it
would be a betrayal to her memory, to a part of himself.
And just as he was beginning to build up the courage to go find her, to bring her back, to apologize. He didn't want to make the same
mistake he did with Bae, he didn't want to never be able to say that he was sorry, he didn't want to be alone, to push those whom he loved away.
Then Regina payed him a visit.
Courage to go see the wreckage of someone whom he had cared for, hurt, and indirectly killed couldn't be summoned.
And what reason would Regina have to lie to him anyways? It's not like she could get anything out of spreading the news of Belle's
death other than her own sadistic satisfaction.
---X---
The nurse who took "care" of Regina's captives was waiting for Regina at the door, looking a little panicked and distraught.
"The girl--"
"I heard."
Regina wasn't going to waste her time with another explanation. She grabbed the keys from the nurse's hand and hurried to the cell.
She could hear the commotion all down the hallway and if they weren't careful, someone upstairs would hear. If it weren't for fear of
revelation, Regina wouldn't care how much the girl frustrated herself.
Belle was banging against the door of her cell furiously--a task which she had been doing for ten minutes now--demanding that she be
allowed to leave. Her determination was arousing the other prisoners to do the same.
Regina came to the door and the nurse stood beside her, ready to stop the girl if she attempted to run.
"Belle."
Being addressed by her real name confused the girl long enough for Regina to crack the door to the cell and slide in, handing the keys
to the nurse as she did so, just to be sure they wouldn't fall into Belle's hands. The door snapped shut and locked.
Once Belle realized she had missed her chance to escape, she began beating at the door again. "LET ME OUT!"
Regina touched the girls shoulder. The gesture made Belle pause in her antics. "Why do you want to leave? We're taking care of you
here," she said.
Belle spun around to face her. Her eyes glittered and her hair covered her head in a matted array of tangles. She looked like a wild
animal. A very confused wild animal.
"Just let me go home." She didn't yell this time; she pleaded.
Regina, with her hand still on Belle's shoulder, changed her tone of voice, making it sickly sweet. "Where is your home, Lacey? Tell
me, where would you go if we did let you out?"
Belle's face became blank as she couldn't find her answer. Her motive was gone, and she wracked her brain for what that motive
was. The poor girl wouldn't remember her home, yet she would know it existed. Regina could see the misery on the girls face and as her lips
contorted into a smile, she had to make sure to control it so that satisfaction wasn't obvious.
Regina led the girl to her bed and sat her down. "You don't have a home, dear. This is your only home--so don't fight it. Accept your
fate."
Regina got up and left the girl alone in her little cell, who sat there with no idea as to why she was crying.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 6- scenery/sight
Title: Home
Rating: G-ish
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
It was on her second day in the Dark Castle that Rumpelstiltskin was able to conclude that his new caretaker was incredibly clumsy.
The newly chipped teacup? Well he had intentionally tried to shock her. But the second time, while serving him tea--it seemed the substance was
her weakness--she tripped over her skirts and dumped the cup promptly in his lap.
Leather was both a curse and a blessing. The pants were probably ruined, but the substance kept the liquid from touching him.
Bell, of course, panicked.
"I'm so sorry! I..." She grabbed a cloth and began to mop up the mess.
She went on apologizing and groveling as she worked. Rumpelstiltskin barely listened as he got up and began to leave for his room to
change. But as he left he noticed the shoes the girl was wearing.
The heels that the girl balanced herself on were as thin as the gold he spun.
---X---
Mr. Gold had to get Belle out of the rags she had come to him with. Now in his care she woud be treated as a princess, as the lover
of Rumpelstiltskin, the most powerful mage in all the land. She would be protected and lavished; Regina would pay for what she had done.
After he brought magic back he went home and had her bathed. She kept asking questions but he just reassured her that nothing was
wrong and nothing bad would happen. While she was bathing he tested out the new magic by producing clothing and all kinds of feminine
products and other necessities, all for Belle to be able to live with him.
---X---
"Thank you!" Belle said from the stairs as she came running down, dressed in her newest dress.
She was able to actually run much faster in the shoes that she was wearing, Rumpelstiltskin mused as he watched her.
The dress he made for her was shorter than her last, stopping at the mid-calf. One less thing for her to trip over. And the heels he
made her were thick and sturdy shoes, made for walking, not elegance. He had considered simply giving her flat shoe but ruled that out.
Rumpelstiltskin, if anything, was fashionable. And it wasn't in his interest to have anyone come to his castle for dealing and see his caretaker
dressed poorly. How would that reflect on him? He had enough magic to produce all the riches in the world.
The smile on Belle's face was infectious, despite his wanting to be nonchalant about having given her something new. He had just
given her a bedroom; he didn't want to seem weak in his kindness.
"In the case that you didn't notice, I gave you new shoes for your gold dress as well. What you were wearing was unacceptable and
weren't doing any good for my pants." Rumpel kept his hands together and didn't look at her while speaking, keeping his nose pointed upwards.
"Couldn't you have cleaned your pants up with magic?"
He peered down at her. She didn't ask the question in spite, but rather in genuine interest in magic.
"Are you suggesting I do that with every pair of pants I have because you cannot walk properly?"
She bowed her head. "I'm sorry."
He turned his back to her and began to walk away. "Thank you," she said to him, hurried as if she wanted to keep him from being
angry with her.
He waved his hand up next to his shoulder where she could see it. "No matter." And he sat down at his spinning wheel and began
working, signaling to her that he no longer wanted to talk.
---X---
"I finally figured out how to light the stove," Belle said as Mr. Gold walked into the kitchen. Her announcement made him nervous, but
when he looked over, no gas was lit, everything was shut off correctly.
"I made you breakfast." Belle pushed a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and tomatoes across the table to his usual seat.
Mr. Gold sat down. He didn't say anything; he was too stunned to speak. Belle smiled at him as she sat down to eat her own food.
"Does everything taste fine to you?"
He took a bite of his eggs. "Excellent, as usual."
His comment, "As usual", brought a sudden silence to the table. Belle put down her fork and stared at the food in front of her.
"Sorry," Gold said. He became afraid at that moment, for he realized that simply trying to fall in the way they had been, wasn't going
to work. What had transpired between them after they had kissed.... Well, he was afraid she'd realize at that moment that she didn't really want to
be with him, that she'd suddenly believe the lies he had told her, about not really loving her.
"I didn't mean to--"
"Has it really been twenty eight years?" She didn't look up at him. She stared at her plate, but her eyes were glazed over. He tried to
imagine what she was reminiscing in her head.
The imagery didn't add to his confidence. "Twenty nine counting the time between when you left me and before the curse started. He
picked up his fork but put it down. "How long has it felt for you?"
She looked up at him and the sorrow in her eyes made him want to cry out. Never again would she be intentionally hurt. He knew,
knowing himself, that it was impossible to not hurt those that he loved. He didn't try to hurt Bae, he tried to help him, and it only made him suffer.
It hurt him to acknowledge that Belle would suffer, but he would never do so intentionally again. And he would try to shield her from every evil
that tried.
"Forever," she whispered. A small sad smile crossed her face. She didn't look at him, but to her right, as if she couldn't meet his eyes.
"Sometimes I wondered if my meeting you was only a dream." She looked him in the eyes. Her words could make or break him. "I'm glad it
wasn't."
Gold nodded. He was too moved, too vulnerable, to speak. "I missed you too", seemed so trivial and small a description as to what
he really felt. But he didn't have a way with words that could express his feelings, so he kept silent, holding her gaze, hoping she would
understand.
And the thing with Belle was, that even when he didn't want her too, she always did.
---X---
After Belle left, Rumpelstiltskin couldn't even summon the energy to clean his house with magic. He felt that if he were to do so, it
would be a betrayal to her memory, to a part of himself.
And just as he was beginning to build up the courage to go find her, to bring her back, to apologize. He didn't want to make the same
mistake he did with Bae, he didn't want to never be able to say that he was sorry, he didn't want to be alone, to push those whom he loved away.
Then Regina payed him a visit.
Courage to go see the wreckage of someone whom he had cared for, hurt, and indirectly killed couldn't be summoned.
And what reason would Regina have to lie to him anyways? It's not like she could get anything out of spreading the news of Belle's
death other than her own sadistic satisfaction.
---X---
The nurse who took "care" of Regina's captives was waiting for Regina at the door, looking a little panicked and distraught.
"The girl--"
"I heard."
Regina wasn't going to waste her time with another explanation. She grabbed the keys from the nurse's hand and hurried to the cell.
She could hear the commotion all down the hallway and if they weren't careful, someone upstairs would hear. If it weren't for fear of
revelation, Regina wouldn't care how much the girl frustrated herself.
Belle was banging against the door of her cell furiously--a task which she had been doing for ten minutes now--demanding that she be
allowed to leave. Her determination was arousing the other prisoners to do the same.
Regina came to the door and the nurse stood beside her, ready to stop the girl if she attempted to run.
"Belle."
Being addressed by her real name confused the girl long enough for Regina to crack the door to the cell and slide in, handing the keys
to the nurse as she did so, just to be sure they wouldn't fall into Belle's hands. The door snapped shut and locked.
Once Belle realized she had missed her chance to escape, she began beating at the door again. "LET ME OUT!"
Regina touched the girls shoulder. The gesture made Belle pause in her antics. "Why do you want to leave? We're taking care of you
here," she said.
Belle spun around to face her. Her eyes glittered and her hair covered her head in a matted array of tangles. She looked like a wild
animal. A very confused wild animal.
"Just let me go home." She didn't yell this time; she pleaded.
Regina, with her hand still on Belle's shoulder, changed her tone of voice, making it sickly sweet. "Where is your home, Lacey? Tell
me, where would you go if we did let you out?"
Belle's face became blank as she couldn't find her answer. Her motive was gone, and she wracked her brain for what that motive
was. The poor girl wouldn't remember her home, yet she would know it existed. Regina could see the misery on the girls face and as her lips
contorted into a smile, she had to make sure to control it so that satisfaction wasn't obvious.
Regina led the girl to her bed and sat her down. "You don't have a home, dear. This is your only home--so don't fight it. Accept your
fate."
Regina got up and left the girl alone in her little cell, who sat there with no idea as to why she was crying.