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: 3-cheeriness/energetic
Title: Something there
Rating: G-ish
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Told you I'd write actual scenes and plots. I just had to figure them out before I did dialogue. I get nervous doing dialogue.
I like fairy-tale land a little more, so that is probably what I will focus on--I like writing people falling in love. But the thing that burns is that in the Enchanted Forest they can't kiss. Only in an AU. It won't fit in the plot. :( I like kissing. Them kissing; I look forward to it (because they now can in the real world and be together and such...)
"It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--too many locks and not enough keys." -Sarah Dessen, "Lock and Key"
She had been reserved when she had first entered his house. That, it would soon become clear to him, was because then she had been afraid of him. Once he had shown her the library, and she had gotten comfortable with his acquaintance, a more energetic personality started showing.
As well as a more talkative one. Rumpelstiltskin had been used to silence, so to hear a voice from behind him suddenly break the silence could still manage to startle him. At times he wondered if it was truly the best idea to have someone live with him, as quiet of a lifestyle he had reserved for so many years.
But she stayed with him, up to a point where, to him, she almost seemed content in doing so.
And he knew he really didn't want her to leave.
He was sure of the reason why too. "My tables are cleaner than ever!" he thought to himself.
---X---
"Did you read this book?" Belle had been reading a book from his great library. When he had seen her reading, he had tried to find a chore undone that she had left for the joy of reading, but he found none. So, he had just left her to it and relaxed at the spindle.
It was better for his spinning that he stayed quiet anyways.
"Stating the title might help me figure out what you could possibly be referring to, dearie."
"Romeo and Juliet."
He had to wrack his brain for this one. He had read all the books in the great library--three hundred years is long enough time to do so. Few left large impressions on him. When he remembered Romeo and Juliet he was able to recall why it took so long to do so. It had been a simple play, nothing special or enjoyable to it, considering that in the end the book had been predictable. Happily ever after is something very hard to acquire; Rumpelstiltskin knew this well. The story showed no great overcoming nor triumph; only a fate that could befall many. It was bleak.
"A long time ago," he continued spinning, "Why do you ask?"
"It's a magnificent book. I wondered if you would agree?"
"Magnificent is a matter of opinion."
She barely knew him; she only saw what he would permit her to see of him, and that didn't amount to very much. Yet, the little fiend decided that she knew him well enough to find what he found wrong in a tale it seemed people were obliged to love. "That, or you can appreciate things for what they were, not what they are."
And neither spoke after that. But as he spun, her presence burned behind him, leaving him uneasy wondering as to what she thought about him.
"I have read it many times. It is one of my favorites," she said, closing the book. "I'm going to begin cooking supper." And with that she left the room.
He looked behind him. She had left the book lying on the sofa in which she had been seated. Unwillingly, as if his feet were moving on their own, he felt himself get up and flip through the pages of the book once more.
But to him, the ending still remained the same. He couldn't see why humans would enjoy such misery.
---X---
How opinionated Belle would get was probably partially his fault, for although he was cold heated (some would even say he lacked one), he found himself spoiling her. He let her have her own chambers. It was but two adjoining rooms, a bedroom and bathing room, but it was still spacious, enough so that when Belle saw it her jaw hung slightly and her widened eyes sparkled.
"Thank you so much, Rumpelstiltskin." The look in her eyes had to be sinister, an evil trick, for he had never seen a look so pure and happy on anyone's face before. "This is more than what I could ever want!" And she went to the large empty space in the middle of the room and spread her arms out, spinning herself around to savor the large space that was now hers.
Rumpel rolled his eyes and shoulders. "You were bringing a stink up from the dungeons." And he turned on his heel and walked away, closing the chamber doors after him.
---X---
Rumpelstiltskin kept probably the largest known hay room in the world. It was a room he stocked with hay for years, making sure it was full enough that he didn't have to go to town to buy any for too long. Rumpel despised having to leave his castle for such pesky human things, he knew that he could simply make it appear, at the snap of his fingers. Yet, he loved the looks of scorn and fear he would receive every time he entered the small village, taking his time and rolling his fingers over hay as meticulously as possible, taking the most amount of time, acting as if it was only the best, most particular hay that could be spun into gold. He loved this immense display of power.
Now, he walked briskly downstairs, frowning at the fact that he couldn't find Belle anywhere to refill his basket and now he had to do it himself. Rumpelstiltskin didn't quite enjoy when people interrupted his spinning for little things like this.
Rumpel had barricaded all his dungeons, which was where he kept the hay, well enough that even his own magic couldn't overpass it just to bring hay upstairs to him.
He went to the large room's doors, but didn't open then immediately, for he heard the most peculiar thing coming from the other side. He could hear humming. It was loud enough that he almost mistaken it for singing, but the tune was only made up of broken sound that came together to make some sort of melody. Slowly, not wanting to disturb her, he opened the door. This he felt he had to see, as he pondered on what he would see on the other side of the door, highly amused.
Belle was pushing a wheelbarrow of hay around the room, apparently rearranging the set-up of the entire chamber, for a basket of hay was already filled sitting alone and rejected in the corner near the entrance.
"Belle?" he asked.
It appeared he startled her. For she jumped slightly, and while whirling around to face him, she lost her balance. As she fell, the wheelbarrow she held also fell down onto its side, spilling all of its content.
But instead of cursing, which is what Rumpel would have done in such situation, she lay on the ground, covered in straw, laughing.
It was hard not to join in a little, even if it was only a mere chuckle.
"Taking a little tumble in the hay aren't we, dearie?" Rumpelstiltskin went over to assist her.
Belle still lay on her side as she looked up at him. She had an impish smile. "Oh yes, do you care to join me?" She then proceeded to laugh.
She put her hand down on the spot next to her as if indicating for him to lay down.
A small smile cracked on his face.
Rupelstiltskin shook his head before offering her his hand to pull herself up. She was such a strange girl.
---X---
"Some would think that with the way you read, you are a scholar, or a reader of the stars."
Belle laughed at Rumpelstiltskin's remark. She had just finished telling him of the tale she finished. At this time she was actually dusting the books, and he sat idly on top of the desk near the center of the room.
"Then they'd find out that you're just some village girl who comes from a very obscure town, very far away from the rest of the world." He tried to belittle her, but Belle could only agree with what he said.
"Being so far away from everywhere else did eliminate any adventure or romantisim in my life."
"And now?" he asked.
"I laughed when you said 'If someone where to meet me', and here I am still isolated from the rest of the world." She didn't speak with contempt, no, she spoke as this were the simple truth of her life.
"It's amazing you have any manners at all, having been living the way you have, dearie. No mother, no introductions. How scurrilous of a lifestyle you must have lead, but then again, you did easily agree to go live in the house of a stranger." Rumpelstiltskin gave his excited little giggle at this, finding the situation very funny for some odd reason.
"I can act like a lady!" Belle declared, her lips curling into a smirk. "The daughtered of the village leader has to know something."
And then, she put her duster down, walked to him, stood right in from of him, and curtsied in the most elegant manner, foot swooping behind the other, fingers curled to look delicate, eyes downcast but chin up. She mirrored the women he saw at ball in palaces of great riches. He laughed as he thought of this country girl not only being as elegant as them, but more intelligent.
She then extended her hand to him, her fingers long and thin, in front of him.
Rumpelstiltskin had no choice but to kiss it.
Belle laughed when he did, claiming that she was right, but Rumpelstiltskin couldn't laugh along. He felt troubled.
Because she had tasted sweet to him.
---X---
"Oh! You're wake." Belle was standing at the edge of the stairs in her nightgown. "So I figured when I saw a light on downstairs."
Rumpelstiltskin had sat at the spindle after dinner and had simply not stopped, for there was something wrong with him. He felt different towards Belle, almost endearingly so, and he couldn't quite understand why. But at the same time why would she have all these accommodates if he didn't care for her in the least. He had left himself to ponder why at the spindle, but instead he found himself falling into a sort of working trance where he didn't quite think of Belle, but her face appeared to him in his mind many times.
He would lick his lips unknowingly whenever he thought of having kissed her hand, and how he had a lust for kissing her lips.
"Whatever are you doing up, dearie?" Rumpel made sure that, when speaking, he did use his typical pet name. Dropping it would have led for her distinguishing herself amongst other people, which he couldn't have.
"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get a lamp to be able to go read upstairs." She walked down the final steps and Rumpel noticed she was barefoot. He tried to focus on the spindle, but as she walked around, he couldn't help but be distracted by the padding noises her feet made against the floor as she moved about. To him, she filled his mind and was everywhere to him, and his heart weighed heavily inside of his chest.
She found a lamp, lit it, and at the foot of the stairs she turned back to him. Her face was now better revealed to him, and he felt excitment arise in him for being able to see her again. Under the hue of the flame her simple brown hair lit up to a beautiful flaming ruddy color. Her lips also appeared to be a deeper color red than before. It was almost as if she had become more beautiful than since the last time he saw her.
"Goodnight, Rumpel." Belle picked the skirt of her nightgown up and made her way up the steps.
She had shortened his name. Belle was obviously getting more familiar with him.
And he wasn't quite sure if he liked that or not.
---X---
She was serving him tea one day. And by then he had come to his conclusion. She had washed her hair the night before and her eyes seemed to glow with the reflection of the light coming in from the windows--something she brought to him. She was wearing her new outfit, something he had given her when he found out that the gold dress was all she had. He had told her she'd waste a day's worth of housework if she had to clean it one day. Hanging it to dry would take too long, and she couldn't simply work in her nightgown. Maybe he did like her, feel endearment towards her. Maybe she was important. He put his hands together, elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers, and rested his head against his hands. He looked at her with a long pensive frown on his face.
"What?" she asked, smiling mischievously.
"Oh nothing, I was just--"
He looked down at his tea. He had served her his tea in his chipped cup. The frown remained on his face. His brows knit together.
Belle laughed. "If you keep that expression on your face, it's going to get stuck that way."
She picked up the tea tray. Smiling, she said, "Really, what's bothering you?"
Why was she so anxious to know his story? What he did, why he did it? What did it matter to her? She doesn't care. Not really.
"And what's it to you?" Rumpelstiltskin picked up her cup--yes, it was now her cup--and walked away.
He had to be insane to even be considering, with his ugly face and wicked ways, that she might even care for him in return. He couldn't forgive himself for having such useless thoughts.
Happily ever after, as proven in Romeo and Juliet, didn't befall many, and with everything he had done, Rumpelstiltskin didn't think the world would let him have it.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 3-cheeriness/energetic
Title: Something there
Rating: G-ish
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Told you I'd write actual scenes and plots. I just had to figure them out before I did dialogue. I get nervous doing dialogue.
I like fairy-tale land a little more, so that is probably what I will focus on--I like writing people falling in love. But the thing that burns is that in the Enchanted Forest they can't kiss. Only in an AU. It won't fit in the plot. :( I like kissing. Them kissing; I look forward to it (because they now can in the real world and be together and such...)
"It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--too many locks and not enough keys." -Sarah Dessen, "Lock and Key"
She had been reserved when she had first entered his house. That, it would soon become clear to him, was because then she had been afraid of him. Once he had shown her the library, and she had gotten comfortable with his acquaintance, a more energetic personality started showing.
As well as a more talkative one. Rumpelstiltskin had been used to silence, so to hear a voice from behind him suddenly break the silence could still manage to startle him. At times he wondered if it was truly the best idea to have someone live with him, as quiet of a lifestyle he had reserved for so many years.
But she stayed with him, up to a point where, to him, she almost seemed content in doing so.
And he knew he really didn't want her to leave.
He was sure of the reason why too. "My tables are cleaner than ever!" he thought to himself.
---X---
"Did you read this book?" Belle had been reading a book from his great library. When he had seen her reading, he had tried to find a chore undone that she had left for the joy of reading, but he found none. So, he had just left her to it and relaxed at the spindle.
It was better for his spinning that he stayed quiet anyways.
"Stating the title might help me figure out what you could possibly be referring to, dearie."
"Romeo and Juliet."
He had to wrack his brain for this one. He had read all the books in the great library--three hundred years is long enough time to do so. Few left large impressions on him. When he remembered Romeo and Juliet he was able to recall why it took so long to do so. It had been a simple play, nothing special or enjoyable to it, considering that in the end the book had been predictable. Happily ever after is something very hard to acquire; Rumpelstiltskin knew this well. The story showed no great overcoming nor triumph; only a fate that could befall many. It was bleak.
"A long time ago," he continued spinning, "Why do you ask?"
"It's a magnificent book. I wondered if you would agree?"
"Magnificent is a matter of opinion."
She barely knew him; she only saw what he would permit her to see of him, and that didn't amount to very much. Yet, the little fiend decided that she knew him well enough to find what he found wrong in a tale it seemed people were obliged to love. "That, or you can appreciate things for what they were, not what they are."
And neither spoke after that. But as he spun, her presence burned behind him, leaving him uneasy wondering as to what she thought about him.
"I have read it many times. It is one of my favorites," she said, closing the book. "I'm going to begin cooking supper." And with that she left the room.
He looked behind him. She had left the book lying on the sofa in which she had been seated. Unwillingly, as if his feet were moving on their own, he felt himself get up and flip through the pages of the book once more.
But to him, the ending still remained the same. He couldn't see why humans would enjoy such misery.
---X---
How opinionated Belle would get was probably partially his fault, for although he was cold heated (some would even say he lacked one), he found himself spoiling her. He let her have her own chambers. It was but two adjoining rooms, a bedroom and bathing room, but it was still spacious, enough so that when Belle saw it her jaw hung slightly and her widened eyes sparkled.
"Thank you so much, Rumpelstiltskin." The look in her eyes had to be sinister, an evil trick, for he had never seen a look so pure and happy on anyone's face before. "This is more than what I could ever want!" And she went to the large empty space in the middle of the room and spread her arms out, spinning herself around to savor the large space that was now hers.
Rumpel rolled his eyes and shoulders. "You were bringing a stink up from the dungeons." And he turned on his heel and walked away, closing the chamber doors after him.
---X---
Rumpelstiltskin kept probably the largest known hay room in the world. It was a room he stocked with hay for years, making sure it was full enough that he didn't have to go to town to buy any for too long. Rumpel despised having to leave his castle for such pesky human things, he knew that he could simply make it appear, at the snap of his fingers. Yet, he loved the looks of scorn and fear he would receive every time he entered the small village, taking his time and rolling his fingers over hay as meticulously as possible, taking the most amount of time, acting as if it was only the best, most particular hay that could be spun into gold. He loved this immense display of power.
Now, he walked briskly downstairs, frowning at the fact that he couldn't find Belle anywhere to refill his basket and now he had to do it himself. Rumpelstiltskin didn't quite enjoy when people interrupted his spinning for little things like this.
Rumpel had barricaded all his dungeons, which was where he kept the hay, well enough that even his own magic couldn't overpass it just to bring hay upstairs to him.
He went to the large room's doors, but didn't open then immediately, for he heard the most peculiar thing coming from the other side. He could hear humming. It was loud enough that he almost mistaken it for singing, but the tune was only made up of broken sound that came together to make some sort of melody. Slowly, not wanting to disturb her, he opened the door. This he felt he had to see, as he pondered on what he would see on the other side of the door, highly amused.
Belle was pushing a wheelbarrow of hay around the room, apparently rearranging the set-up of the entire chamber, for a basket of hay was already filled sitting alone and rejected in the corner near the entrance.
"Belle?" he asked.
It appeared he startled her. For she jumped slightly, and while whirling around to face him, she lost her balance. As she fell, the wheelbarrow she held also fell down onto its side, spilling all of its content.
But instead of cursing, which is what Rumpel would have done in such situation, she lay on the ground, covered in straw, laughing.
It was hard not to join in a little, even if it was only a mere chuckle.
"Taking a little tumble in the hay aren't we, dearie?" Rumpelstiltskin went over to assist her.
Belle still lay on her side as she looked up at him. She had an impish smile. "Oh yes, do you care to join me?" She then proceeded to laugh.
She put her hand down on the spot next to her as if indicating for him to lay down.
A small smile cracked on his face.
Rupelstiltskin shook his head before offering her his hand to pull herself up. She was such a strange girl.
---X---
"Some would think that with the way you read, you are a scholar, or a reader of the stars."
Belle laughed at Rumpelstiltskin's remark. She had just finished telling him of the tale she finished. At this time she was actually dusting the books, and he sat idly on top of the desk near the center of the room.
"Then they'd find out that you're just some village girl who comes from a very obscure town, very far away from the rest of the world." He tried to belittle her, but Belle could only agree with what he said.
"Being so far away from everywhere else did eliminate any adventure or romantisim in my life."
"And now?" he asked.
"I laughed when you said 'If someone where to meet me', and here I am still isolated from the rest of the world." She didn't speak with contempt, no, she spoke as this were the simple truth of her life.
"It's amazing you have any manners at all, having been living the way you have, dearie. No mother, no introductions. How scurrilous of a lifestyle you must have lead, but then again, you did easily agree to go live in the house of a stranger." Rumpelstiltskin gave his excited little giggle at this, finding the situation very funny for some odd reason.
"I can act like a lady!" Belle declared, her lips curling into a smirk. "The daughtered of the village leader has to know something."
And then, she put her duster down, walked to him, stood right in from of him, and curtsied in the most elegant manner, foot swooping behind the other, fingers curled to look delicate, eyes downcast but chin up. She mirrored the women he saw at ball in palaces of great riches. He laughed as he thought of this country girl not only being as elegant as them, but more intelligent.
She then extended her hand to him, her fingers long and thin, in front of him.
Rumpelstiltskin had no choice but to kiss it.
Belle laughed when he did, claiming that she was right, but Rumpelstiltskin couldn't laugh along. He felt troubled.
Because she had tasted sweet to him.
---X---
"Oh! You're wake." Belle was standing at the edge of the stairs in her nightgown. "So I figured when I saw a light on downstairs."
Rumpelstiltskin had sat at the spindle after dinner and had simply not stopped, for there was something wrong with him. He felt different towards Belle, almost endearingly so, and he couldn't quite understand why. But at the same time why would she have all these accommodates if he didn't care for her in the least. He had left himself to ponder why at the spindle, but instead he found himself falling into a sort of working trance where he didn't quite think of Belle, but her face appeared to him in his mind many times.
He would lick his lips unknowingly whenever he thought of having kissed her hand, and how he had a lust for kissing her lips.
"Whatever are you doing up, dearie?" Rumpel made sure that, when speaking, he did use his typical pet name. Dropping it would have led for her distinguishing herself amongst other people, which he couldn't have.
"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get a lamp to be able to go read upstairs." She walked down the final steps and Rumpel noticed she was barefoot. He tried to focus on the spindle, but as she walked around, he couldn't help but be distracted by the padding noises her feet made against the floor as she moved about. To him, she filled his mind and was everywhere to him, and his heart weighed heavily inside of his chest.
She found a lamp, lit it, and at the foot of the stairs she turned back to him. Her face was now better revealed to him, and he felt excitment arise in him for being able to see her again. Under the hue of the flame her simple brown hair lit up to a beautiful flaming ruddy color. Her lips also appeared to be a deeper color red than before. It was almost as if she had become more beautiful than since the last time he saw her.
"Goodnight, Rumpel." Belle picked the skirt of her nightgown up and made her way up the steps.
She had shortened his name. Belle was obviously getting more familiar with him.
And he wasn't quite sure if he liked that or not.
---X---
She was serving him tea one day. And by then he had come to his conclusion. She had washed her hair the night before and her eyes seemed to glow with the reflection of the light coming in from the windows--something she brought to him. She was wearing her new outfit, something he had given her when he found out that the gold dress was all she had. He had told her she'd waste a day's worth of housework if she had to clean it one day. Hanging it to dry would take too long, and she couldn't simply work in her nightgown. Maybe he did like her, feel endearment towards her. Maybe she was important. He put his hands together, elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers, and rested his head against his hands. He looked at her with a long pensive frown on his face.
"What?" she asked, smiling mischievously.
"Oh nothing, I was just--"
He looked down at his tea. He had served her his tea in his chipped cup. The frown remained on his face. His brows knit together.
Belle laughed. "If you keep that expression on your face, it's going to get stuck that way."
She picked up the tea tray. Smiling, she said, "Really, what's bothering you?"
Why was she so anxious to know his story? What he did, why he did it? What did it matter to her? She doesn't care. Not really.
"And what's it to you?" Rumpelstiltskin picked up her cup--yes, it was now her cup--and walked away.
He had to be insane to even be considering, with his ugly face and wicked ways, that she might even care for him in return. He couldn't forgive himself for having such useless thoughts.
Happily ever after, as proven in Romeo and Juliet, didn't befall many, and with everything he had done, Rumpelstiltskin didn't think the world would let him have it.