Rumbelle Fic: Snow Day
Title: Snow Day
By: mrssnape13
For: frenchroast
Medium: Fic
Summary: Belle finds herself in the midst of a snowy battle with some of Storybrooke's youngest citizens. An unlikely hero steps in to save the day.
Rating/Warnings: G. Mostly. Because Rumple is a loose cannon. No warnings. And no spoilers. This is just a fluffy fun, wintery piece. Frenchroast preferred something lighthearted, and wanted a snowball fight or caroling, so I decided to deliver both! This one is the snowball fight, and Gift #2 will be reserved for the caroling. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, save the feelings bursting forth from my shippy heart.
Snow Day
Belle followed the children out of the library and took a deep breath of the cold, bitter air.
She wondered why she had even tried to have Story Time, on such a nice day.
It was the sort of day that was freezing but sunny, and there was a fresh layer of snow on the ground from the night before.
Belle clapped her hands together and all the children gave her their attention. There was Henry, Alice, Pinocchio, Hansel, and Gretel.
Just enough to form two teams.
And she only had to say two words to spur them into action:
"Snowball fight."
Belle, Henry and Alice soon had the makings of a snow fortress, while the others had taken cover in the hedges by the back exit. They had monopolized the only patch of grass near the building, and consquently most of the snow.
Belle knew her team would have to make each snowball count.
Henry had fairly good aim, but he was no match for Hansel. Soon enough Henry was covered head to foot in snow.
Alice was very good at dodging and weaving, and got the better of Gretel in a matter of minutes.
It was up to Belle to take down Pinocchio.
She hunkered down behind the fort next to Henry while Alice kept busy with Hansel and Gretel.
"Okay Henry, this is it. You and Alice have fought bravely today, but now it's down to me to rid us of our icy menace."
Henry put a bracing hand on her arm.
"I know you can do it, princess."
She ruffled his hair, picked up their last snowball, and charged towards the hedge.
Pinocchio's aim had been deadly and accurate til then, but now no snowballs flew her way.
By the time Belle realized she had fallen right into the boy's trap, she had reached the hedge and it was too late.
Pinocchio was behind her; she just knew it.
Belle braced herself for an impact that never came.
There was only the sound of something flying through the air, and then Pinocchio cried out as he was struck by a snowball.
Belle whirled around and there was Rumplestiltskin, standing near the little snow fort on the other side of the parking lot.
He quirked an eyebrow.
"Best run before he gathers his wits, dearie."
Belle ran over to him, laughing breathlessly as the snow once more started to fly.
Ignoring the pain in his bad knee, he crouched behind the fort with her and Henry, and they began strategizing how to get Alice back from the enemy.
In the end, there was more tumbling about in the snow more than actual negotiation, but when the children's families came to collect them, their little faces were more aglow with happiness than with the cold.
Belle sent them off with a promise that they'd all have a nice cup of cocoa that night and return for Story Time on the morrow.
When Henry--always the last to leave--had disappeared round the bend with Emma, Belle turned to face her hero and gave him a kiss.
"Thank you for saving me."
He kissed her then, and let his forehead rest against hers.
"Let's get you home and warm, Belle."
"And just how do you plan to do that?"
"I've a few ideas, and I can assure you none of them involve cocoa."
By: mrssnape13
For: frenchroast
Medium: Fic
Summary: Belle finds herself in the midst of a snowy battle with some of Storybrooke's youngest citizens. An unlikely hero steps in to save the day.
Rating/Warnings: G. Mostly. Because Rumple is a loose cannon. No warnings. And no spoilers. This is just a fluffy fun, wintery piece. Frenchroast preferred something lighthearted, and wanted a snowball fight or caroling, so I decided to deliver both! This one is the snowball fight, and Gift #2 will be reserved for the caroling. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, save the feelings bursting forth from my shippy heart.
Snow Day
Belle followed the children out of the library and took a deep breath of the cold, bitter air.
She wondered why she had even tried to have Story Time, on such a nice day.
It was the sort of day that was freezing but sunny, and there was a fresh layer of snow on the ground from the night before.
Belle clapped her hands together and all the children gave her their attention. There was Henry, Alice, Pinocchio, Hansel, and Gretel.
Just enough to form two teams.
And she only had to say two words to spur them into action:
"Snowball fight."
Belle, Henry and Alice soon had the makings of a snow fortress, while the others had taken cover in the hedges by the back exit. They had monopolized the only patch of grass near the building, and consquently most of the snow.
Belle knew her team would have to make each snowball count.
Henry had fairly good aim, but he was no match for Hansel. Soon enough Henry was covered head to foot in snow.
Alice was very good at dodging and weaving, and got the better of Gretel in a matter of minutes.
It was up to Belle to take down Pinocchio.
She hunkered down behind the fort next to Henry while Alice kept busy with Hansel and Gretel.
"Okay Henry, this is it. You and Alice have fought bravely today, but now it's down to me to rid us of our icy menace."
Henry put a bracing hand on her arm.
"I know you can do it, princess."
She ruffled his hair, picked up their last snowball, and charged towards the hedge.
Pinocchio's aim had been deadly and accurate til then, but now no snowballs flew her way.
By the time Belle realized she had fallen right into the boy's trap, she had reached the hedge and it was too late.
Pinocchio was behind her; she just knew it.
Belle braced herself for an impact that never came.
There was only the sound of something flying through the air, and then Pinocchio cried out as he was struck by a snowball.
Belle whirled around and there was Rumplestiltskin, standing near the little snow fort on the other side of the parking lot.
He quirked an eyebrow.
"Best run before he gathers his wits, dearie."
Belle ran over to him, laughing breathlessly as the snow once more started to fly.
Ignoring the pain in his bad knee, he crouched behind the fort with her and Henry, and they began strategizing how to get Alice back from the enemy.
In the end, there was more tumbling about in the snow more than actual negotiation, but when the children's families came to collect them, their little faces were more aglow with happiness than with the cold.
Belle sent them off with a promise that they'd all have a nice cup of cocoa that night and return for Story Time on the morrow.
When Henry--always the last to leave--had disappeared round the bend with Emma, Belle turned to face her hero and gave him a kiss.
"Thank you for saving me."
He kissed her then, and let his forehead rest against hers.
"Let's get you home and warm, Belle."
"And just how do you plan to do that?"
"I've a few ideas, and I can assure you none of them involve cocoa."