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: 8-hope
Title: Glass Ceiling
Rating: G
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Writing love scenes is a lonely hobby. Can you tell I want a boyfriend? I think I need one. But for now I'll stick to Rumpel/Belle and my other couples.
"This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real"
-"State of Grace", Taylor Swift
"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the one's worth fighting for."
-Bob Marley
Rumpelstiltskin finally let Belle enter his bedroom to clean. It had been six months; he'd come to the conclusion that he could trust her. She doesn't mean him harm. At least he didn't suspect so, but he changed the location of his dagger from his bedroom to down under the ground below the rose bush in his garden.
His room is large, and he knew it will take her a very long time, so he gave her a day. No meals, no other duties, a full day. He takes care of all of that. He always could, which he knows deters her on her journey to finding a reason he wanted her as his housemaid. He doesn't see her all thoughtout the day. They usually ate meals together. Instead, went down to eat at different times, neither coinciding. The rest of their day they stay locked up distinctive rooms. His alchemy lab, his bedroom, both working furiously.
At the end of the day, or to put it correctly, in the middle of the night, Rumpelstiltskin walks down to his room with a back pain he heals halfway down the stairs. He can't remember when it was he slept last. He feels sluggish and decides that he'll enjoy the comfort of a newly cleaned room.
When he walked in he took appreciation to the cleaned walls and tables till he reached his bed. It is a large room. Large enough for him to to have realized that laying on his also large bed, stretched wide; the legs propelling so that it stands tall but just short enough to climb up into; and looming head and foot boards, Belle had been concealed.
She was awake. He looked at her and the followed the direction of her gaze.
"Whatever are you doing here?"
Belle wasn't surprised by his presence as he had expected her to be. She hadn't said anything to him when he entered the room; he had figured she hadn't heard him.
She pointed upwards. "Your ceiling, it's made of glass." Her eyes were transfixed on the ceiling.
"And?" Rumpelsiltskin had been living in the Dark Castle for three hundred years. Nothing was amazing to him anymore.
She turned her head and smiled at him, looking to be the essence of pure happiness. "You can see the stars."
He rolled his eyes. "You see them every night. Every twelve hours of daylight you can count on their reappearance."
"I haven't seen them for awhile." She turned her head back the the ceiling. "There are no windows in my room."
"You can go downstairs at night if you wish to see them."
"I figured if you saw me lurking about you'd be suspicious and angry."
The comment pained him for some reason. It had been so long since he had actually trusted someone. Three hundred years. Three hundred years since he told Bae that the only way to kill him was with his dagger. For some reason he wanted that back. It was danger, but he wanted it back.
He didn't say anything. He didn't send her out. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, took his boots off, and climbed in, she looked over at him, confusion written all over her furrowed brows. He still didn't say anything. He mimicked her position, laid his hands on top of his stomach, and stared above at the stars. She didn't ask him anything. The two simply lay there, enjoying the beauty of the heavens.
And for once, Rumpelstiltskin let his guard down. He fell asleep first.
---X---
Rumpelstiltskin also woke up first in the morning.
He wasn't dead; his dagger hadn't been gorged into his chest while he was asleep. She also wasn't gone; she hadn't run away. Everything was fine. He could trust her.
Looking down at her sleeping form, he realized he wanted a different forever from her. He wasn't just interested. He hadn't just taken a sudden fancy to her. He wanted her. As his wife.
He looked over at her, but refused to touch. "If you could ever love a beast..." he whispered in her ear.
Rumpel then got out of bed and went downstairs to spin.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Character/s or Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Belle
Prompt: 8-hope
Title: Glass Ceiling
Rating: G
Warnings/Disclaimers: This series isn’t mine, and the only offensive thing you might find in here are spoilers.
A/N: Writing love scenes is a lonely hobby. Can you tell I want a boyfriend? I think I need one. But for now I'll stick to Rumpel/Belle and my other couples.
"This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real"
-"State of Grace", Taylor Swift
"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the one's worth fighting for."
-Bob Marley
Rumpelstiltskin finally let Belle enter his bedroom to clean. It had been six months; he'd come to the conclusion that he could trust her. She doesn't mean him harm. At least he didn't suspect so, but he changed the location of his dagger from his bedroom to down under the ground below the rose bush in his garden.
His room is large, and he knew it will take her a very long time, so he gave her a day. No meals, no other duties, a full day. He takes care of all of that. He always could, which he knows deters her on her journey to finding a reason he wanted her as his housemaid. He doesn't see her all thoughtout the day. They usually ate meals together. Instead, went down to eat at different times, neither coinciding. The rest of their day they stay locked up distinctive rooms. His alchemy lab, his bedroom, both working furiously.
At the end of the day, or to put it correctly, in the middle of the night, Rumpelstiltskin walks down to his room with a back pain he heals halfway down the stairs. He can't remember when it was he slept last. He feels sluggish and decides that he'll enjoy the comfort of a newly cleaned room.
When he walked in he took appreciation to the cleaned walls and tables till he reached his bed. It is a large room. Large enough for him to to have realized that laying on his also large bed, stretched wide; the legs propelling so that it stands tall but just short enough to climb up into; and looming head and foot boards, Belle had been concealed.
She was awake. He looked at her and the followed the direction of her gaze.
"Whatever are you doing here?"
Belle wasn't surprised by his presence as he had expected her to be. She hadn't said anything to him when he entered the room; he had figured she hadn't heard him.
She pointed upwards. "Your ceiling, it's made of glass." Her eyes were transfixed on the ceiling.
"And?" Rumpelsiltskin had been living in the Dark Castle for three hundred years. Nothing was amazing to him anymore.
She turned her head and smiled at him, looking to be the essence of pure happiness. "You can see the stars."
He rolled his eyes. "You see them every night. Every twelve hours of daylight you can count on their reappearance."
"I haven't seen them for awhile." She turned her head back the the ceiling. "There are no windows in my room."
"You can go downstairs at night if you wish to see them."
"I figured if you saw me lurking about you'd be suspicious and angry."
The comment pained him for some reason. It had been so long since he had actually trusted someone. Three hundred years. Three hundred years since he told Bae that the only way to kill him was with his dagger. For some reason he wanted that back. It was danger, but he wanted it back.
He didn't say anything. He didn't send her out. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, took his boots off, and climbed in, she looked over at him, confusion written all over her furrowed brows. He still didn't say anything. He mimicked her position, laid his hands on top of his stomach, and stared above at the stars. She didn't ask him anything. The two simply lay there, enjoying the beauty of the heavens.
And for once, Rumpelstiltskin let his guard down. He fell asleep first.
---X---
Rumpelstiltskin also woke up first in the morning.
He wasn't dead; his dagger hadn't been gorged into his chest while he was asleep. She also wasn't gone; she hadn't run away. Everything was fine. He could trust her.
Looking down at her sleeping form, he realized he wanted a different forever from her. He wasn't just interested. He hadn't just taken a sudden fancy to her. He wanted her. As his wife.
He looked over at her, but refused to touch. "If you could ever love a beast..." he whispered in her ear.
Rumpel then got out of bed and went downstairs to spin.