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New fanfic alert!

Title: Musings

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Belle happens upon Rumplestiltskin as he spins in the Enchanted Forest and admires him for a while- Belle's inner monologue regarding Rumplestiltskin and her growing feelings towards him

Around the hallways of the Dark Castle, the only sounds that could be heard were the creaking of Rumplestiltskin's wheel as he spun his thoughts away, fingers nimbly moving to catch the gold and let it gracefully fall to the floor, and the sound of Belle's heels as she walked around and dusted off whatever cabinet she could find, trying to make herself busy. It was a peaceful day in the estate, no desperate souls calling for deals and no trespassers trying to interrupt their day.

As Belle finished dusting in yet another chamber, she headed towards the Great Hall in order to catch a small break from the chores she had assigned herself for the day (since Rumplestiltskin had barely given her anything to do for the past few weeks). Perhaps she could even have a small conversation with the sorcerer, if he was ever so inclined. The girl rounded the corner and arrived at the large doors of the Great Hall, then carefully let herself in and closed the door behind her. Just as she was about to purposefully strut to the long mahogany table, where some of her usual conversations with her sorcerer took place, her eyes landed on Rumplestiltskin, sat on his stool in front of his wheel. His focus was solely on the straw he was spinning turning into gold and pooling at his feet and he hadn't seemed to notice her walking into the room. She took a couple of steps forward, yet remained on her side of the room, content with simply watching him, if only for a little while.

As Belle watched Rumplestiltskin so lost in the motions of his spinning wheel, her focus was on his fingers nimbly moving around, on his gaze so determinedly focused on the process, his teeth occasionally catching his lip. She had to admit she was strangely fascinated by the man, by everything he was and by everything he was not. He was not, as other people would say, a cruel monster who skinned children for their pelt for the fun of it, rather he rescued children and would almost never let them pay the price for a deal they would be striking. He was not heartless, as most of the stories had established him to be, rather he was often a grump, or a little awkward when he was at a loss for words (which, strangely enough, only seemed to happen when she was around), yet that could be justified by the stress and pressure the deals brought on him. Still, his grumpiness seemed to mostly be a part of the complex façade he was putting on in front of others, a way for him to let nobody see who he truly was- yet she was grateful for the occasional moments in which he did let her in and he acted like the man instead of the mask of the Dark One.

And she had to admit it- she found Rumplestiltskin to be handsome. The way his skin turned gold and shone in the sunlight, his amber eyes with such soul behind them, one could get lost for days in his gaze, his deft fingers, his soft curls and his silks and leathers were all incredibly fascinating to her. The thought of capturing his essence on a canvas struck her as a good idea, but then she thought that no painting could ever do her darling sorcerer justice.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat as she kept on admiring him from a distance. Belle did not understand this sudden flurry of emotions bursting within, taking root in her heart. Her hands came to rest against her heart if only for a moment, at a loss for words. Yes, Rumplestiltskin was her friend, a very dear friend at that, yet she didn't think she had ever felt this way towards anyone else she had ever considered amicable. She was thankful that he still hadn't noticed her presence in the room, for she might have just burst out in flames if he turned around to acknowledge her in that moment.

Belle's hand reached for her necklace as she instantly started fidgeting with the pendant, a little motion that always managed to soothe her when she was nervous, or, in this case, when she had no clue what to do with herself or her emotions. Rumplestiltskin was indeed her friend, a friend she deeply cared about, for whom she would do anything in order to make him happy. Still, when the maid watched him, she was not sure her emotions were of a nature that she had ever related to a friend before. Perhaps it was time to delve into the library and try to understand what it was that was going on inside her mind or within her heart, what it might be that led to her breath catching in her throat whenever she so much as caught a glimpse of the sorcerer around the castle.

After what felt like an eternity of standing in the Great Hall, Belle made for the exit, ready to walk away and occupy her time with anything else, yet the spinning wheel came to a stop. As she made to exit the chamber, Rumplestiltskin stopped spinning altogether and turned to gaze upon her, finally noticing she was in the same room as him. "And you say I appear out of nowhere, dearie? When did you come in here?", Rumplestiltskin addressed her with his usual teasing smirk, his tone softer than the one he would generally be using around others.

Belle turned around to meet his gaze and walked closer to him, hoping her blazing cheeks would go unnoticed. "Not too long, I had just come in a minute ago, yet someone seemed too lost to even offer a greeting", Belle teased him right back as she was now standing right next to him.

"Right, well...I believe a cup of tea is in order, now isn't it?", Rumplestiltskin spoke as he stood up from his stool and waved his hand, making a tea tray appear on the mahogany table behind them. He offered her his arm with a small smile and she gracefully took it, ignoring the feeling of the butterflies racing in the pit of her stomach as they headed towards their respective seats to spend their next few hours in each other's company.

"I suppose it is"

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writerartistdreamer · 2 months

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IS THE RUMBELLE FANDOM STILL HERE? ANYELLE? I HAVE A FIRE IN ME AND THE ONLY ANSWER IS

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writerartistdreamer · 2 months

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i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media

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writerartistdreamer · 4 months

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If you love Belle (Once Upon A Time) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog character :)

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writerartistdreamer · 4 months

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I wrote a new fic! It's also posted on AO3!

Summary: Belle is cold in the Dark Castle and she cannot wear her cloak. Rumplestiltskin's dragonhide coat seems to be her only option

Word count: 1.251

One more day in the Dark Castle came and Belle woke up in her bedroom, shivering. Early morning had risen and it seemed she was in for a drafty day around the estate's corridors. The woman was tempted not to leave the comforting warmth of her blankets and the softness of her pillows, yet the minutes were passing by fast and she had to get up to prepare the morning tea and breakfast for her grumpy master. Although they had begun to get along throughout her months of living in the same home and Rumplestiltskin had proven to be much kinder than anyone made him out to be, she still did not wish to be late in conducting her chores.

Belle left her bed with a hesitant groan and a shiver took over her, then headed over to her wardrobe to prepare for the day. She quickly dressed in one of her usual attires, her blue corseted dress, shoved her feet in a pair of heeled shoes and brushed her hair, struggling to detangle it for a little while before it finally gave in. Although the fireplace was alight, the woman was still quite cold, probably due to the winter temperatures rapidly engulfing the realm, and she dreaded to walk down the hallways of the estate. Leaving her bedroom, she was taken aback by the cooling air in the hallways, and she hurried downstairs towards the Great Hall, where she would greet Rumplestiltskin before preparing breakfast and the morning tea.

Belle made up her mind to go look for her green cloak (another gift from her master) in the foyer before meeting Rumple, yet she remembered with an unsatisfied moan that she had just washed her cloak, which was still drying on the strings in the courtyard. Her footsteps carried her to the foyer, looking for anything, any coat that would keep her a little warmer that day in the castle. Her eyes landed on the hanger, where one of Rumplestiltskin's long dragonhide coats was resting, one he usually wore during his travels across realms. She quickly decided on what she would be doing and she grabbed the coat from the large hanger, then quickly put in on, seeking any bit of warmth it could possibly offer. The brunette noticed the coat was quite heavy, yet comforting, the sleeves quite long and covering her hands entirely, the collar keeping her neck away from the draft. A certain scent clung on to the heavy coat she was wearing and she couldn't help but take it in and revel in it, the scent of old parchment, leather, pine trees, straw and something so unexplainably him engulfing her senses and bringing a strong blush to her cheeks.

Before any more time could pass by without any notice, Belle hurried towards the Great Hall, where Rumplestiltskin was waiting at the head of the table to greet her, as he always did. She walked through the doors of the chamber and headed up towards his chair, until she stood right in front of him.

The man stood up to greet her, toying with his silk shirt and vest to make sure they were perfectly aligned. "Good morning", Rumplestiltskin addressed her, before his eyes fully took in the sight of her wearing his coat. All words died on his tongue and he remained there speechless, his eyes widening as they moved up and down her body, observing the sight of his beautiful little maid wearing his coat. His. With no seeming disgust or remorse, no sign of being ill at ease, only with a soft smile on her lips that brightened up the room, Belle stood right in front of his eyes, wearing his coat. The long dragonhide jacket looked so much larger on her short, petite frame, the sleeves almost trailing down, the collar rising and trapping a few of her curls in, yet she looked so very content, as if she desired to be wearing such a thing. The man usually wore the coat in order to add to his intimidating façade, to further bring those dealing with him even lower, yet he was sure that, if she asked it of him, he would get down on his knees and fulfill her every demand. "You're uh...you're wearing my coat, dearie. Has your sight betrayed you that you were not able to see that?", was all Rumplestiltskin could say instead, not trusting his voice to carry out more than the light teasing he offered.

"Good morning to you too", Belle greeted him with her usual smile, standing straight in front of him. She noticed how his eyes kept travelling up and down her form, how he kept staring at her, having chosen to wear his clothes so bluntly. She wondered if she had chosen to do the wrong thing, if she had to have asked for his permission first before borrowing his clothing, if she was not allowed to be wearing his coat. The man took a long time to observe her from head to toe and seconds turned into hours as she stood under his burning gaze, her hands fidgeting with the large sleeves. "I know. My cloak is outside, hanging on the strings, because I washed it the other day. I was quite cold, I had nothing else to cover with, to keep myself warm and I sw your coat on the hanger and decided to borrow it. Is that alright? I can take it off-", Belle offered, her eyes wide, making to brush the coat off her shoulders, before rapidly being interrupted by Rumplestiltskin, who was still taking it all in.

"No, no, dearie, it's quite alright. You can uh...keep it, wear it for now", Rumplestiltskin offered with a few vague hand gestures as he once again straightened up the coat on her. He quickly removed his hands from her, not wishing to touch her for more than what was necessary, not daring to inflict her with a monster's touch, though she did not seem at all opposed to it. He found that he could barely remove his eyes off of her, his brave little maid donning a beast's attire with such ease, not at all repulsed by the idea of it.

He was shaken up by the very sight and almost missed the girl's question as she looked up at him expectantly with those beautiful blue eyes that he could have drowned in- focus! He brought his attention back and finally realised what she was asking of him. "What tea would you like today? And what would you like for breakfast?", Belle asked with her usual cheery smile, relieved to see he was not angry or repulsed by her wearing his dragonhide coat. She waited a little for his answer, before the man finally found his words to speak. "Ah...no need to trouble yourself this morning, dearie", Rumplestiltskin said and waved his hand, a full breakfast spread appearing on the ling mahogany table, along with a tea tray with two cups, one of them chipped, waiting for them to enjoy. Belle took it all in, surprise clearly written on her face, before taking a seat with a pleased smile on her face and grabbing her cup off the tray, steaming tea filling it to the brim. The girl didn't ask any further questions when his gaze inherently kept moving to admire her unabashedly, or when all the fireplaces in the Dark Castle were blazing to keep the estate warm.

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writerartistdreamer · 5 months

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Hey, it’s you!! ( this is human_nature on AO3) . Just wanted to say I really enjoy your stories 😁

Oh hi! 👋

Yes, it is me! Although I haven't been on here in a bit. Frankly, I need to start writing again, but I was in a bit of a slump.

Thank you so so much! It means the world that you took the time to read them and that you enjoyed them!

Also, I suppose this is a good way to say that you guys can ask me whatever you feel like on here.

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Title: Empty

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Posting Day: 31

Prompt Day 31: Emptiness

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Rumplestiltskin, Belle (mentioned)

Summary: After the news of Belle's death, Rumplestiltskin is grieving and feels emptier than he had ever been.

He felt empty. For the first time in centuries, Rumplestiltskin felt empty. His Belle was gone, gone away from a world that did not deserve her, a world that brought so much suffering and pain, such darkness to a light so bright. He had betrayed her trust, had banished her from her home by all rights, had broken her heart and left her hurt, only for her to end up hurt by her own family.

He thought he was doing her a favour by letting her go from the castle, only for her own family to betray her in return, although she was their only saving grace, the only reason their kingdom was whole again. The brightest light in the realm was snuffed out so quickly, for it to never spark again.

He was empty, a shell of himself, of who he once might have been, a ghost left to roam around with no purpose. Nothing could ever fill the hole left in his shriveled chest, nothing could ever silence the voices in his voice again. Rumplestiltskin simply let them drown him, let them drown the utmost sorrow he was feeling by falling into the pitch black of the Dark One. With no Belle to force him to eat and no Belle to pull him out of the shadows, he remained empty of substance, an amalgation of bones and flesh that was somehow still alive, but not living.

No echoes were left resounding in the hallways of the Dark Castle, the moonlight no longer shone upon the armchair near the fireplace in the library, no laughter and no shouting could be heard now that the beauty was gone. He would remain empty for the rest of the miserable centuries left on that earth, with nothing but an empty heart and a chipped cup. The last words Belle had ever spoken to him, and they left him insubstantial in a world that required substance. It was as it was meant to be, for a villain has no happy ending, and the red dot left in his heart turned black once more.

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Title: Safe and Sound

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Posting Day: 30

Prompt Day 30: Bridal carry

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Rumplestiltskin and Belle enjoy a peaceful evening in the Dark Castle. Rumplestiltskin carries Belle to bed when he finds her asleep

It was night in the library as the master of the Dark Castle, along with his maid, were resting in the Great Hall. They decided that neither of them felt like moving upstairs, to the library, after they had had dinner, which was why they were now resting downstairs, one of them spinning while the other was reading. Moonlight softly shone upon the two as they finally allowed themselves a moment of peace. The man was turning the wheel as straw turned into gold and fell at his feet, the creaking of the wooden wheel echoing around the chamber, a calming sound that had quickly become Belle's favourite reading background. He focused on the spinning, on the feeling of the wood against his fingers, of the strands of gold slipping through his fingers as they then rested in their pile, an activity he was so very used to, yet one that he was and would never grow tired of.

After a while, Rumplestiltskin noticed it had become quiet in the Great Hall. Belle's voice was silenced, her laughter and protests directed at whatever it was she was reading had ceased, the hallway succumbing to an eerie silence. The sorcerer stopped turning his wheel, moving his foot away from the pedal as his gaze moved over to the armchair she was occupying near the fireplace. He noticed her auburn curls spilling on the arm of the chair, yet she was not giggling, nor was she talking to him and asking question after question, just as she always did. He stood up from his stool and walked over to her and, as soon as he reached her side, a small smile spread upon his lips. His little maid had fallen asleep curled up in her armchair, book still open in her arms, where she had left off, a few murmurs leaving her lips.

Rumplestiltskin carefully grabbed the book from her hands, making sure he wouldn't wake her up, and placed the bookmark she left lying on her lap in between the pages. He put the book away and watched her for a few moments, considering his options. He couldn't leave her in the armchair, she could wake up stiff in the morning, which would...interfere with her abilities to properly do her job as his maid. Not that he cared about her well-being or anything of that sort, no, he didn't care about her, he simply wanted a reliant worker (at least that's how he chose to lie to himself). He groaned lightly and decided the only reasonable decision would be for him to carry her to her bedchambers, since she was opposed to him using magic on her, no matter how small ("no need to pay a price for something a person can normally do by themselves" is what she always said).

He carefully placed his arm on the small of her back and the other under her legs to support her, then lifted her in his arms with ease, checking to make sure he did not wake her up. He stared at her if only for a second, noticing just how peaceful she looked while she was asleep. He was taken by surprise when her arms moved to wrap around him and her head instinctively rested against his chest, trying to find comfort in his embrace. Whether she knew it or not, the simple action made his heart beat faster and brought a smile on his lips, knowing that, if only temporarily, someone did not recoil from him and he was not seen as a monster.

He left the Great Hall and carried Belle in his arms, bridal style, up the stairs and to her bedchambers. There, he magically opened the doors to not disturb her while he was still holding her, then slowly lay her down on her bed, watching over her to make sure he did not wake her. The man tucked her in with such care and tenderness and she stirred, only to rest her head more comfortably on her pillow and bring the blanket closer to herself. He wanted to bend down and leave a kiss against her forehead, yet thought better about it and simply stepped away from her, leaving her to her rest. "Good night, Belle", he whispered and stepped away, closing the door to her bedchambers behind him. If he had stayed a single second longer, he would have heard Belle mutter "Good night, Rumple", in return.

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: His anchor

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Posting Day: 29

Prompt Day 29: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Rumplestiltskin, Belle

Summary: Rumplestiltskin is stuck in his own mind, trapped by the darkness and pulled away by the voices of the dark ones, drowning in the dark. Luckily, Belle is the one that can pull him back to the surface, his guiding light and anchor.

Rumplestiltskin was lost in his thoughts, lost in his head, lost in his voices, drowning deeper and deeper as they took over him. He tried to scramble to the surface, to fight back, to push against the tide, yet they were pulling him down. The voices were once again raging inside his head, calling him names, bringing the worst memories back to the surface to torture him, to make him suffer like nothing and nobody else ever could.

The darkness within was powerful, more powerful than any scrolls on the Dark One may even manage to reveal, and nothing could easily pull him back to the surface, back to the living world, to his human self. The man within was being shot down, pushed, transformed into a particle that could easily be crushed.

"Rumple? Rumple, do you hear me? Rumple", Belle shouted as he shook him, holding him by the shoulders. She noticed him bent over the wheel, the spinning a constant, lifeless motion in the background as she was reading her book. It was true that he spun often, bringing his wheel to her library so the two could spend more time in each other's presence while doing what they loved, but the way he sat there, clawing at himself and at the wheel, was not normal.

She noticed as his claws began to dig into his palms, noticed as his eyes darkened, as the man and the Dark One fought within him to gain ground. She found him at times, fighting against the darkness, trying to keep himself afloat, away from sinking too deep into the wretched voices that had a hold of him and she noticed that her presence, her voice sometimes help bring him back. The beauty couldn't understand exactly why, yet she did her best to try and bring him back around, attempted to bring him back to reality.

When his little maid approached, the voices instantly began to recoil. They began to let go of him, to stop pushing and instead allow him to resurface, revolted by the light that seemed to be surrounding the young girl. Belle was the light amidst his darkness, the guiding lamplight in a dark hallway, the moon shining on the night sky. She seemed to be made of light, of the very matter that the sun was created from, so bright and overwhelming, yet warm and welcoming. Rumplestiltskin slowly pushed away from the depths he had been pulled in and quickly came back to his senses, the real man that always seemed to want to be around and do better when his little maid was around.

The darkness from his eyes faded, revealing his amber gaze once more as he found her ocean blue eyes, his sharp nails stopped digging into his palms, and he shook his head for a moment, shaking away the blurr and the uncertainty around him. "Yes, dearie, I'm here", he spoke ever so softly, watching her in awe, but also welcoming her as the only familiarity he was able to accept. The dark ones tried to dig their claws into him once again, yet failed, recoiling when faced with the brave beauty that stood in front of the sorcerer.

Belle let out a sigh of relief, watching him return to himself and to the real world around. She offered a reassuring smile and let go of his shoulders, grabbing one of his hands into her and caressing his palm ever so gently. "Well, hello", she said and her smile did not fade, it only brightened when he acknowledged her. "I was thinking...perhaps you would like to read with me for a little while? I know it's quite late in the evening, but slumber seems to be avoiding me still", the brunette offered as she pointed at the two armchairs near the fireplace, a book balancing on one of its arms. She figured it would be a good distraction, a good way to find some peace and calm after facing the darkness and almost succumbing to it, it was all she was able to offer. She waited for the man's nod, then he stood up and walked away from the wheel with her, still holding on to her hand.

"Yes, dearie, I think I will be joining you", Rumple spoke and followed her to the armchairs, holding on to her hand as if it was his anchor to the world, his only lifeline. He forgot all about the darkness and instead chose to be greeted by her divinity, by her light, basking in its sacred warmth as they sat to read the night away.

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Title: You'll have to go through me

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Posting Day: 28

Prompt Day 28: "You'll have to go through me"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin, an intruder

Summary: An intruder shows up in the Dark Castle when the protection barriers are down. Belle handles him, Rumple finds her and handles him too.

An intruder was afoot in the Dark Castle. She didn't know how they got in, didn't know how they managed to pass by the magical barriers and she didn't know what to do. Rumplestiltskin was gone on one of his many deals that particular day and he perhaps forgot to strengthen the barriers around the castle, that was the only explanation Belle could find regarding the intruder. She tried to hide in one of the many chambers in the castle and quickly found her way out so she could find a weapon to wield, in case the person turned out to try and harm her. She heard footsteps coming in her direction and, before she could run or hide once again, she was found by a cloaked figure with a dagger in their hand.

"Where is Rumplestiltskin? I demand to know, for I am looking for him" the cloaked figure spoke, the voice of a man being heard echoing in the hallway of the Dark Castle. He gripped his dagger as he looked over at the small figure of the woman, questioning why she would even be there in the first place. Was she also looking for the sorcerer? Was she trapped in the castle? Why was a woman such as her even there?

"Rumplestiltskin is not here at the moment and will not be here for the rest of the day. I do not know where he is. If you have a request for him, you can tell me what it is and I can tell him when he returns", Belle spoke, her voice unwavering, standing bravely as she hid her weapon behind her back. Her eyes moved from him, to his dagger and back to him, trying to figure out what his next move may be, what he may be trying to do after her dismissal. Trespassing on their estate was not a good sign and she was willing to bet anything that his intentions were not anywhere near kind.

"You're his little wench, are you? Speaking like that for him? You know something, you must know. I do not believe you for one moment", the man shouted angrily and instantly dived for Belle, who slipped away from him. He tried to use his dagger to attack her, to slice through in some way, yet his disorganized moves did not as he scrambled to attempt to touch her. She managed to kick him to the floor, yet he quickly tripped her up as he tugged on her leg, making her fall on her stomach, her weapon landing far away from her hand. He stood up and grabbed her, holding her trapped in his arms, dagger to her throat. "You will tell me where he is and you will tell me now", the man threatened, pressing the blade dangerously close.

Belle spied around and noticed where her weapon was, knowing she wouldn't manage to get it back. She yelled when he trapped her in his arms and thought of what she could be doing to escape him and get rid of him. She felt the sharp blade of the dagger pressed against her neck and strained her mind to find a way to at least knock the breath out of him. She raised her hands in order to seem helpless, innocent, and kept scrambling for a way to get herself out of the situation at hand. "I don't know where he is! Truly! I can help you if you just let me go", Belle addressed him as she kept her hands up, trying to remain calm throughout it. It would have been good if Rumplestiltskin was there to help, if he was there to reinforce the damned protection barriers he seemed to be so proud of. The girl quickly thought of something and pushed his arm with both of her hands, trapping the dagger to her body, against middle, away from her throat. She quickly slipped from his grip and twisted his arm around, making him scream and drop the dagger.

In that moment, Rumplestiltskin poofed himself back into the castle, only to find the intruder pinned by Belle, who angrily twisted his arm back and then kicked him to the ground as the cloaked figure once again screamed. "How did he get in here? It...it seems you have it handled", the sorcerer spoke, surprise and shock marring his face as he watched his little maid so easily handle the man that, he presumed, tried to hurt her.

"Oh, you're back! Your barriers were down and he somehow slipped through, looking for you. Had me under a dagger and everything", Belle explained to him as she sighed, once again kicking the man and making sure to kick the dagger as fair away from him as possible.

The man tried to get back on his feet, staring daggers at the girl, yet was kicked back by Rumplestiltskin himself, who angrily let magic burst through. "Oh I don't think so, dearie. If you wanted to speak to me, you should have known better than to try and hurt my maid. Nobody takes from the Dark One and goes unharmed. If you want to hurt her, you'll have to go through me", Rumplestiltskin spoke angrily and poofed cuffs on the man's wrists.

The intruder stood up and rapidly hurried towards Belle, yet she was prepared as she simply moved away and tripped him with her leg, making him fall over himself. He once again stood up and tried to attack her, only to have Rumplestiltskin cuff his legs, bringing him right down on the floor. The sorcerer stood above him, casting a flame out of his hand as directed it towards the cloaked intruder. "Any last words?", he hissed through his teeth, yet was stopped by his little maid, who took a hold of his arm.

"Rumple, no. Don't kill him, it's not worth it", Belle pleaded with him, her gaze finding his as she held on to his arms, until he got rid of the flames with a sigh. Before she could say anything else, he poofed the man away from the castle and kept his dagger with a satisfied smile. "Where did you send him off to?", Belle asked as she stared at the sorcerer for a few moments, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh, nowhere in particular. Just a jail cell, far, far away from him, where he will remain to respond for his crimes. Nobody harms what is mine", Rumplestiltskin responded, before handing the dagger to her, observing her from head to toe. "Very well done today, dearie. You disarmed him rather quickly and brought him done with such ease. I'm impressed"

"Why thank you. I've had some training. It is important for me to know how to defend myself", Belle replied with a sweet smile, before grabbing the intruder's dagger and holding it for a while, testing the grip. "Come on, let's go put this in the glass cabinet. Then you can reinforce those barriers", the maid offered and tugged him by his sleeve as they walked downstairs to the Great Hall, where they could relax and enjoy the rest of their day over a cup of tea.

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Title: Who's looking after you?

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Posting Day: 27

Prompt Day 27: "Let me see"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Rumplestiltskin comes home from one of his deals wounded. Belle sees him and immediately runs to take care of him.

TW: light mention of blood

Belle was cleaning in the foyer of the Dark Castle, getting rid of all the dust and the cobwebs around as she had been tasked. Rumplestiltskin had been gone for a while on another one of his deals and, as she waited for him to return, she made up her mind to complete a few chores and stop thinking of him, at least for a little while. The two became good friends along her months of living in the Dark Castle and lately, she had begun to think of the man more and more often, trying to catch a glimpse of his dragonhide coat or of his curly hair whenever she took care of her chores or rested with a book in her hands. She didn't know why it felt so important for her to be in his presence so very often, couldn't understand why she couldn't stop herself from thinking of him most of the time, yet she knew she had to stop.

While Belle was finishing up the task, Rumplestiltskin made his appearance in a puff of purple smoke right in the foyer. His hair looked somewhat unruly, his boots were quite muddy, which meant she would have to clean the floors as well, and he was holding on to his arm, seemingly hiding a wound. He noticed his little maid was also in the foyer and let out a sigh, attempting to make his wound unnoticeable. "And what, exactly, are you doing here, dearie?", Rumplestiltskin greeted her, scaring the living daylights out of her as she turned around to look at him.

Belle jumped when she suddenly heard him speak right behind her. She had her back turned on the man, so she turned around with a frown, hiding the smile that was slowly blooming, and playfully whacked him with the duster. "You irritating man. How many times do I have to tell you to stop frightening me so?", Belle replied and let her duster down, taking a good look at him. Just as she was about to start teasing him, she noticed him holding his arm, pressing against a wound with his other hand as he stood in the foyer. "What happened? Let me see?", Belle demanded as she watched him, offering him a pleading look.

Rumplestiltskin shook his head and refused to show anything, being perfectly capable of healing his wound either with a quick spell or a potion. Still, he noticed the look in her eyes, her determination setting him ablaze, and sighed, moving his hand away to allow her to have a look. "It's nothing, dearie. Just someone who thought they could take a quick swing at me right as I was about to transport myself back home is all", the man spoke, reassuring her she was alright, yet there was no talking with her. She dragged him away from the foyer and to the Great Hall and, before he could get another word in, she ran to bring materials to clean and patch up his wound.

Belle carefully took a look at his wound, touching his arm just for a few seconds to get a little closer. She noticed blood dripping from his wound and, while it was not severe, it had to be cleaned and taken care of. "That's not nothing", she protested and dragged him to the Great Hall, before running off to get supplies for his wound, completely forgetting that he could simply heal himself with a flick of his hand. She brought the necessary materials back and demandingly tugged on his jacket until it came off, not letting him get any word in, then sat on a chair right in front of him and grabbed a rag and a bowl of water. She began cleaning the blood and the dirt from his wound so very gently, so tenderly, holding on to his arm as she took great care of him, ignoring whatever he was trying to say.

"Belle, dearie, it's fine-", Rumplestiltskin began, yet Belle was already set in her proceedings as she prepared everything to look after him. "Dearie, it's alright, I can just he-", he continued, yet was rendered speechless by her cleaning up his wound without so much as a look of disgust. The sorcerer was not used to anyonr even asking about his well-being, let alone actually caring for him and treating him in such a manner, which was why he forgot all about his ability to simply heal himself when Belle began to care for his wound. He watched as the girl cleaned, then disinfected the wound with the medical solutions they had lying around the castle. He sat there, speechless as Belle then expertly wrapped the gauze bandage around his arm and tied it, making sure it was done properly and kept everything together.

With a pleased smile, she put the gauze away and looked over at Rumplestiltskin, who stared at her in absolute awe, not another word coming from his lips. "There. All better", Belle said and stood up from her chair, gathering all the materials to put them away. "We can change the bandage tomorrow", she spoke softly, moving away so she could leave.

Rumplestiltskin caught hold of her hand and tried to gather his words as she once again turned to look at him. "Thank you, Belle", was all he managed to say, still in shock that someone was willing to care for him, for the monster, with such kindness. She squeezed his hand, before leaving to take the materials back, and he caressed the bandage, feeling his shriveled up coal of a heart skip a beat.

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: You don't fool me

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Posting Day: 26

Prompt Day 26: "You look awful"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Belle wakes up incredibly sick one day in the Dark Castle, yet tries to pretend she is perfectly alright. Rumplestiltskin knows better.

"You look awful", Rumplestiltskin spoke with a sneer as he took in Belle'd disheveled appearance. She was still beautiful, yet she looked drained, as if the spark within her was dwindled by dark forces. Her cheeks were gaunt, her skin pale as she walked in the Great Hall, tea tray in hand. He could clearly see his little maid was sick, yet still trying to overwork herself for no apparent reason. After all, he was perfectly capable of looking after the estate for a good long while; after all, he had done so for centuries, before her practically strolling into his life.

"And good morning to you too, Rumplestiltskin, how are you doing? How is your morning going?", Belle snickered, trying to act as if she was perfectly alright and not like she would faint at any minute. She woke up feeling so very out of spirits and later noticed she had a fever running so very high, it was as if the sun itself decided to burn her to a crisp. Still, she wanted to keep working, wanted to pretend that everything was alright, because she still considered herself perfectly capable of carrying the tasks that were part of their deal. That was why she welcomed Rumplestiltskin that morning, tea tray in hand, looking frail as a falling leaf, yet determined to carry out as normal.

"Shush, I do not want to hear another word. You tell me not to hide away behind some façade or another and then you do this, dearie. Doesn't seem fair, does it?", Rumplestiltskin questioned her, eyebrow raised as he stood up from his seat. Belle watched him in confusion as he strutted over to her side, took the tray from her hands to leave it on the table and stared her down for a few moments. Before she could register anything, the sorcerer easily picked her in his arms, no reaction whatsoever showing on his face as he held her bridal style and carried her away from the Great Hall.

"Rumplestiltskin, put me down at once! What is all this?! Let me down!", Belle protested as she held on to him and tried to shake away from his arms. She had to admit, the feeling of his arms holding her so tenderly, so closely was a blessing in disguise, yet she did not wish to let go of the façade of the capable caretaker. When she got no reaction from the man holding her and observed that he still carried her away and headed towards her bedchambers, she simply let out a sigh and rested her head against his chest, a cough escaping her and wrecking her body.

"Alright, dearie, that's better. No more protesting", Rumplestiltskin mumbled as he easily carried her to her bedchambers, poofing the doors open. He walked in and carefully laid her down on to her bed, tucking her in with the utmost care. He brushed her hair away from her face, tying it back with one of her ribbons, which he found on one of her nightstands and heard her let out a pained moan. He checked her forehead and felt that she was burning, her skin sweating and turning even paler. "Oh Belle...and you wanted to work in this state? I don't think so, dearie", he spoke as he poofed a cold rag, which he placed on her forehead, as well as a few bottles containing normal medicine, knowing she would be opposed to magical remedies. Belle caught his hand for just a moment, offering it a few squeezes as a way of thanking him, to which he simply brushed her off, determined to take care of her until she would get better. "Let us see what we can do..."

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: A storm's brewing

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Posting Day: 25

Prompt Day 25: Storm

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: As the storm is raging outside, Belle finds it to be the perfect opportunity to enjoy a good book in the library. There, she finds Rumplestiltskin awaiting her with a cup of tea and a book already picked out. - Domestic fluff, leaceful stormy night

Outside of the Dark Castle, a storm was brewing, rain pelting, hitting against the grand windows and lightnings striking against the dark sky, lighting it up like fireworks. The sound reverberated across the whole estate, tree branches rustling and knocking against the windows as the rain poured heavily and as it thundered outdoors. It was Belle's favourite kind of weather, as she found it pleasant and even soothing for the nerves, the perfect backdrop for reading a good book.

Thus, she left her bedchambers and swiftly headed to the library, to pick a new novel to cozy up with in her armchair. The sound of the thunder and the rain were her favourite kind of music, she always sat besides her window to look at the world outdoors and read or write her thoughts down in her journal, even back in Avonlea. When she reached her library, she thought of brewing some tea for her to savour while she read, yet someone seemed to have read her thoughts. She found Rumplestiltskin waiting for her in the library, tea tray on the table and a smug smile on his lips as he held a book out to her.

Rumplestiltskin had noticed, over the last months of his little maid living with him in the Dark Castle, that whenever there was a storm outside, she would cozy up with a book and listen to the sounds of the rain and the thunder as she read. It didn't escape his notice that she seemed to find it soothing and enjoyable when there was a storm outside, which was why, when he sensed one brewing, he brewed a pot of tea and decided to wait for her in the library. He was uncertain as to why his mind immediately ran to Belle, why he cared so much of what she thought or what she had to say, yet lately he had found himself wanting to please her. Certainly it was not because he cared about her, he simply had to keep up appearances of being a good master, that was all (he lied to himself), which was why he found himself in this particular evening, tea tray arranged and holding a book out to his Belle- his little maid. Not his Belle. He couldn't dare think of her in such a manner, he didn't own the girl, she could be owned by nobody.

"What is this?", Belle asked with a joyful smile as she approached him rapidly. She was pleasantly surprised by his arrangements, by the tea tray and the book already picked out, as well as the quilts thrown across the armchairs, ready to be used. She grabbed the book from his hands ever so gently, excitement evident on her features, and offered him a hug. "Thank you for everything, Rumple", she spoke and offered him once more one of her brilliant smiles. She noticed he had frozen to the spot after her hug and playfully dragged him to the armchairs so they could sit and read together as the fall of the droplets and the crash of the thunder outside provided the ideal backdrop for the night.

Rumplestiltskin was, as always, taken by surprise by her hug, by her willingness to show physical affection to a monster such as him. "It's no matter, dearie", he whispered and held her ever so close to him, taking in the scent of roses, vanilla, jasmine and something else that was just unexplainably Belle. He never expected anything, much less hugs or a squeeze of her hands, yet his little maid always seemed awfully ready and willing to offer physical affection. He stood frozen to the spot for a moment, before she dragged him by his sleeve for them to move to the armchairs and enjoy a peaceful evening together. "Uh...right, yes, dearie", he mumbled, mostly to himself as he took a seat next to the beauty, who offered him a quilt to wrap himself up in. Thus, master and maid sat together, steaming cups of tea awaiting them, book open as Belle began to read out loud for the two of them while the lightning sizzled and the storm roared, accompanying their night.

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: This is my goodbye

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Posting Day: 24

Prompt Day 24: Goodbye Note

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Belle leaves behind a letter for Rumplestiltskin to read and mull over right before she leaves the Dark Castle.

This letter was found after Belle's banishment from the Dark Castle, in a pristine envelope, on the mahogany table in the Great Hall. Tears stained the paper on which the letter was written and more tears fell upon it when it was finally opened and read by the recipient.

Rumplestiltskin,

I hate you. I hate you so much, I hate your voice, I hate your smile, I hate the way you look at me each and every time as I walk in the Great Hall. I hate how you take your tea with three sugar cubes and a splash of milk, I hate how you comfort me at night, I hate how you offer me your hand whenever I sit down or stand up or go up or down the stairs and I hate how you sit there and talk to me about your damned dealings. I hate you, I hate that I keep thinking about you and, worst of all, I hate that I love you. Damned be Heaven, Hell and Earth itself, for every inch of my damned heart is yours, Rumplestiltskin, yet you won't have it. My heart beats for you, I call your name day and night and long for the touch of your damned hands, I sit around staring at you, admiring you, hoping, wishing, praying that you may get a little closer to me. I love you and I hate every bit of myself for it, you damned, stupid man.

I wanted to offer you my heart on a silver tray, I laid it all out for you, you absolute moron, and you stomped on it so cruelly. You stomped on it, you battered and shattered my heart and for that I may never forgive you. I may never forgive how you so cruelly screamed in my face, how you simply could not believe me when I shared the truth of my feelings for you and I can no longer be in your presence. Your cowardice put a stop to it all and now it causes me to lose nights and lose tears and lose all semblance of myself, of light and hope and...gods, I cannot gather my thoughts, for you scrambled it all without a second thought. You threw it all away, threw away your chance at happiness, completely gave up on the possibility that someone may love you or may wish to help you and simply be by your side. So now I have to leave. I do not wish to leave, I do not want to leave my home behind, yet you forcefully pushed me away with such coldness, you froze your heart to then turn mine into stone and break it, turning it into unrecognizable rubble. I must leave, must go far away from here, were perhaps I may find healing, or suffer for the rest of eternity over something that never was and never could be. I now find myself belonging nowhere, to nobody, and I have to go...perhaps to find a new sense of belonging.

This is my goodbye. My final goodbye. You're not part of my story, I am not part of your grand scheme, we're parts that can never fit, the wrong pieces that were forcefully stuck together with cement and still broke. Goodbye, Rumplestiltskin.

~Belle French

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: Shadows, light and everything in between

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Posting Day: 23

Prompt Day 23: Shadows

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Belle had been scared of darkness from a young age, feeling as if shadows would haunt her and cause her harm at night. The fear of darkness followed her throughout her whole night and now, she found someone willing to offer her comfort after her terrors, that being the Dark One himself.

Each night, Belle cuddled into her blanket and tried to hide away when the lights came off. Each night, darkness felt as if it was creeping up on her, as if the shadows in her room, projected by the flames in her fireplace, would suddenly appear at her side and swallow her whole. Ever since she was little, the girl could remember being terrified of the dark and trying to find comfort in anything or anyone that was around.

Sometimes, her mother would come to offer her comfort and read her stories until she fell asleep. Other times, her father would come in to calm her down, saying there was nothing she should be afraid of and occasionally leaving a candle lit by her side throughout the night. At times, she was paralyzed with fear by the shadows that caught form in her bedchambers while in her bed and could not so much as utter a whispered word or wiggle a toe. There were a few occasions in which she simply leapt out of bed and ran as fast as her feet could carry her to her parents' bedchambers, climbing atop their bed and falling asleep in their embrace.

When her mother passed away, she couldn't so much as close an eye throughout the night. Her grief and fear, mixed with the confusion of her misplaced memories, seemed to solidify the shapes of the shadows haunting her as she attempted and failed to find rest. She sometimes found herself wandering the palace's hallways, a thick quilt around her shoulders as she walked around, keeping her eyes forward to avoid facing any shadows and falling down a rabbit hole of desperation. Darkness seemed so much colder than ever before, which pushed her deep into her own head, trying to find some semblance of comfort of hope.

While in the Dark Castle, Belle often found herself as a victim of night terrors. She very soon received a set of bedchambers instead of the small dungeon she was kept in during her first week in the castle, yet she still found herself frozen to the spot by darkness. Whenever she woke up from nightmares, she felt haunted by the same shadows that often frightened her while growing up. The woman took off from her bedchambers whenever she was able to, taking herself either to the kitchens or the library to clear her head and evade the terrors and, perhaps, her own mind. Either with a steaming cup of tea or an enthralling new story, she managed to calm herself down for one more night, forgetting about her fears once more.

Often times, Rumplestiltskin, the master of the castle, found her during such nights, distraught by her nightmares and by the darkness. Most of the times, he couldn't sleep, opting to spin more straw into gold instead, or study yet another set of spells, or prepare for his deald in the morning, which was why he was able to find her almost every time. "Are you alright, dearie? Wouldn't want you getting lost or catching your death around here", he often quipped and his maid responded with a light laugh, lying that she was alright, yet not being able to fool him. Each and every night, he asked the same thing, hoping perhaps she would entrust him with the truth at one point or another. He observed her, took notes on when she happened to wander around the Dark Castle and walk over either to the kitchen or the library.

Soon, he was prepared and awaited her with a freshly brewed pot of tea, as well as a plate of biscuits or tarts, or perhaps a lit-up fireplace and a story to tell from one of his many dealings across the realms, to ease her tension and help her truly feel alright. Often, he found himself rewarded with one of her smiles, or a kiss on his cheek, or a squeeze of his hand and offered a smile in return. Rumplestiltskin found it thoroughly strange, helping a mere mortal only for the sake of doing so and his voice reiterated the same thing, yet for once, he didn't care. He had slowly come to care for Belle, as ridiculous as that possibly sounded, and he supposed he recognized a frightened soul, or one burdened by their shadows, when he saw one, for he had been one himself.

Thus a new routine began. Belle leapt out of her bedchambers, robe around her to keep her warm, and headed to her library. Rumplestiltskin awaited there, tea tray on a small table, lighting up the fire and thinking of a new story to share. She greeted him, he greeted her, they both sat together as he shared one of his stories once more, or as she read out loud for the two of them, her fears melting away into the warmth of the room. After a while, she stood up, shoving her feet into her slippers, said "thank you, Rumplestiltskin", while squeezing his hand or kissing his cheek, and walked away. "Have a good night, Belle", he often responded softly and remained seated in his armchair, fidgeting with his hands, spinning wheel sitting in a corner, forgotten by the man.

Two haunted souls recognized each other in the dark and reached out for one another, thus creating a spark of light that banished their shadows away once and for all.

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: Sized Down

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Posting Day: 22

Prompt Day 22: "Watch out!"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: When Belle goes into Rumplestiltskin's laboratory to bring him his tea tray, she accidentally gets sized down by one of his potions mistakenly being spilled on the floor. -Silly fanfic, tiny!Belle and a somewhat annoyed Rumplestiltskin

Belle knocked on Rumplestiltskin's door, holding a tea tray in hand. She had taken to bringing him tea or lunch in his laboratory whenever he became too busy with brewing his potions or improving spells for the deals he had to strike. While she prefered it when he showed up in the Great Hall and he liked it much better when he could be having lunch somewhere other than his laboratory, which was a highly volatile place, they had come to this agreement after arguing back and forth. The maid worried for his well-being and his health and the sorcerer did not want her around, in case she would begin touching and playing around with things she didn't understand, which could easily harm a mortal such as her.

The two had reached a compromise: he would make sure there was nothing too dangerous around when she came over and she would bring him tea, lunch, or anything else he may be requesting.

The door magically opened as Rumplestiltskin carefully checked on one of his potions, attentively checking each ingredient as he poured them in a small cauldron. He walked over to his table to bring a vial, then moved over to the cauldron, placing the liquid in the vial while biting his lip, paying as much attention as possible. He heard more than saw Belle walk in, silver tea tray in hand, yet didn't pay her much mind as he worked on his current project. The vial broke, spilling the liquid all over the floor and the man cussed, hissing loudly as he moved away from the spilled potion as quickly as possible.

Before he could do anything, he eyed Belle moving in the direction of the spilled liquid. "Watch out!", the man shouted, but it was too late, for his maid stepped in the liquid and accidentally got it on her feet. He quickly grabbed the tray from her hands and placed it away as his little maid truly became little in form- about the size of his finger, at that.

Belle yelped in surprise as the potion took effect and suddenly turned her into a tiny version of herself. She angrily faced Rumplestiltskin's shoe as her arms crossed in front of her, fear spreading throughout her. What has she done? What has he done? How could they fix it. "Rumplestiltskin, fix this at once!", Belle shouted as hard as she could, yet her tiny form could only do so much, her voice barely a squeak compared to everything else around her.

The sorcerer bent down and was luckily able to see her, at which point he spread out his hand for her to climb on. Belle carefully took off each shoe as she then stepped on his hand, sitting in his palm as he lifted her to face him. He seemed to be a giant, she thought as she watched him, and tried to hold on as his hand rose back up, squealing uncomfortably. "I need you to fix this and I need you to fix this now!", the maid addressed him with a huff, her eyes filling with anger, caused by the situation at hand.

"I did warn you to watch out, dearie, now whose fault is it? I told you my laboratory was not for mortals to be messing around in", Rumplestiltskin replied with an annoyed huff as he carefully placed her on the table, right next to the tea tray she had brought in. He knew she was right, knew it was his job to fix it and realized it was his fault for what had happened as he watched her intently, trying to find a solution to bring her to her real size. He admitted it was a little amusing, seeing the girl trying to show her anger, which seeped into every bone of her being, yet showing it while in such a tiny form. Still, he needed to right his wrong, to fix his mistake...and to have no more bubbling potions around when his maid had to come to his laboratory.

"For gods sakes, Rumplestiltskin, are we seriously having this argument right now? We came to an agreement about things", Belle addressed him, stomping her tiny foot and crossing her arms against her chest. She sat herself down and looked around the laboratory, noticing how large everything else was now that she had been turned into the equivalent of a figurine.

A sigh escaped her lips as she lay down on her back, staring at the large cupboard behind her, then at the ceiling. She watched as Rumplestiltskin brought a few spellbooks to the table, trying to figure out a way to turn her back into her normal-sized self without paying too large of a price or possibly endangering her further. He poofed a tiny pillow for her to rest her head against, as well as a tiny settee, then stared at the books and let out a groan. It would be a long, long day for the both of them.

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writerartistdreamer · 6 months

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Title: As her hope is running out

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Posting Day: 21

Prompt Day 21: Restraints

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle (POV), Rumplestiltskin (mentioned), Evil Queen (Regina- mentioned), guards (mentioned)

Summary: Belle is locked away in the Evil Queen's tower, with no hope of ever escaping or being rescued. A contemplation on Belle as she is locked away and restrained

Belle couldn't move. She couldn't leave.

Belle had been locked up in the Evil Queen' tower for more than a year, kept in captivity without any means of escape. She had tried multiple times to escape in many different ways, almost succeeded a few times, yet hope slipped away from her fingers like sand as the Evil Queen once again caught and trapped her away.

She tried to escape at night, when everyone was sound asleep and tried to use a key she had slipped earlier from one of the guards, but failed. She tried to escape during the daylight, when she fought against the guards with all her might, left some unconscious on the stone floors and along the stairs as she used the metal chains she was restrained with as weapons, ran as fast as she could with her legs tied and to no avail. She had even caught a glimpse of the fortress gates, even reached for a handle with the tips of her fingers, before being magically dragged away and thrown back into the cell, where her punishments awaited her.

Belle thought of Rumplestiltskin. Thought of the days spent in each other's company, of their conversations over a cup of tea, thought of how they spent time quietly or how neither of them could keep their mouths shut as their conversation went forth. She thought of how they got close, perhaps too close, and how it served to being thrown away and having to start over. She dreamed of him, of his impish laughs, of his gentle hands as they caught her...and then as they let go and pushed her away. Thought of his soothing voice turning into a rough snarl as he made his claims and banished her, never to lay eyes upon her again.

It was all to no avail. All her sacrifices, all her love, all her desires, all her adventures, they all led to a dead end- to an empty cell, with not even a glimmer of daylight or a whisper to comfort her. She was locked away, chains around her feet stemming from the dungeon's floors, hands cuffed, spells surrounding the cell to keep her in her place, unable to go anywhere, unable to escape. Her voice was rough, from the months of sitting in silence, tired of screaming or even so much as whispering. Nobody knew of her existence and if they still remembered her, nobody would know or care enough to save her. She was chained, hopeless, utterly alone, awaiting a fate, any fate, that seemed to never come.

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