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i’ve got close to no followers so hoping my tags will reach the right people.. i’d be happy to draw fanart for your rumbelle fanfics or if you’ve got a general request for fanart with them i could try and make what you want. <3
#rumbelle#rumbelle art#rumbelle fanfiction#once upon a time#ouat#rumplestiltskin#belle french#belle gold#digital art#my art#once upon a time fanart
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🚨🚨ATTENTION ALL RUMBELLERS!!! 🚨🚨
We have officially hit 10k fics on Ao3!
Congratulations and a whole-hearted thank you to @shadowedoracle for posting the ten-thousandth fic!
Let it be read and enjoyed by many!
Tumblr and Ao3 links to the 10,000th fic below!
#rumbelle#ao3#fanfiction#once upon a time#ouat#rumplestiltskin#belle french#belle#rumpelstiltskin#rumple#mr gold#mr. gold#ouat fandom#ouat fanfiction#rumbelle fanfiction
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istg i have a a thousand rumbelle fics in my Downloads rn and the worst thing to happen ever is when you accidentally remove all apps including the one with the fic u were reading and now it's lost coz u forgot the title 😭
#rumbelle#rumplestiltskin#belle french#ouat#once upon a time#belle x rumple#belle ouat#rumple x belle#belle gold#mr gold#fanfiction#rumbelle fanfiction#rumbelle fanfic
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Year In Review (For Your Consideration)
With the Chipped Cup Awards coming up, I thought I would collect all the fics I started in 2023 and have them in one convenient location. (Nominations for the Chipped Cup Awards can be made on older fics, but you'll have to dig through my works page yourself and see what fics haven't already won CCAs or TEAs.)
In 2023, I wrote:
On The House Belle is an unhappy prostitute in a brothel owned by Cora Mills. When Mr. Gold engages a night with Belle, he can't get her out of his mind.
Contract Before Belle French and Mr. Gold begin a formal BDSM relationship, they discuss the ins and outs of what they do and don't agree to.
Beasts: A Golden Cuffs Story Before the curse is cast, Rumpelstiltskin gives his wife a magical delight: A whole bunch of horny clones.
Wrapping Up Her Christmas Gift Theo Gold embraces his softer side with the help of Belle, his professional dominatrix.
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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"
#once upon a time#ouat fanfiction#rumbelle#rumbelle fanfiction#rumbelle fic#rumbellefluff#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#ouat fic#ouat fanfic#ouat#ouat belle#ouat rumple#rumplestiltskin#belle french#maidbelle#the dark one#dark one Rumplestiltskin#fluff#inner thoughts#pre relationship#the dark castle#the enchanted forest#oneshot#one shot#short one shot#sweet#romantic tension
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My rewrite is actually so precious to me and it's been a huge impact on my writing and creativity. I just love it and the characters I started it for in the first place. My beloveds!!
#once upon a time#ouat au#ouat rewrite#mr gold#ouat#ouat fanfiction#ouat fandom#rumbelle#rumplestilskin fanart#belle french#rumplestiltskin#rumbelle fanart#rumbelle au#rumbelle fanfiction#rumbelle art#ouat belle#ouat rumple
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♥ Rumplestiltskin and Belle Master list ♥
Ah my first tumblr ship! The one that started it all. Here are is the master list for the ship that started all ships! Enjoy
Smut = 🔥
Romance = 💖
Fluff = 🌸
Angst = 🌧
Prompt = ✨
Rushbelle - Too Late 🔥
woodelf68 prompt: Too late, the crew realise that a new foodstuff they had gathered on a planet and have all eaten has aphrodisiac properties. Heightened libidos all around. I just loved this prompt and couldn't wait until to get started with it! Enjoy!
Rumbelle - A Deal with a Stranger ✨💖
Dark!Belle, hope, magic, deal, knight. Whilst running away to protect his son being sent to the Ogre's war, Baelfire and Rumpelstiltskin bump (quite literally) into a beautiful stranger. She may be able to help them.
Belle/MacAvoy - Angel is the Centerfold 💖✨
Prompted by MintIceTea for RSS 2015: Angel is the Center fold. Belle/Macavoy Oh minty! here we are!! I really hope you like your gift!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVELY/BEAUTIFUL/SMART HUMAN BEING/ALIEN ;)
Rumbelle - The Kiss of a Witch 💖✨
PROMPTED FROM ANONYMOUS: Belle is a witch and the Dark one needs something with her blood or her lips...
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Rumplestiltskin gripped the old walking stick he had centuries since needed for his limp and angled himself to a proper position to use it. Magic wouldn’t satisfy the insatiable need he had to relieve himself, and sometimes the use of the walking stick would help in the smallest amount.
He arched his back and tried to hit the spot that he was just barely missing and thrust the staff upwards, cursing again when he was unable to find relief. He grunted as he tried for a downward thrust, locking his legs in place beforehand, his face twisting in a small anguished snarl.
He was so focused on the task he was attempting he didn’t hear Belle coming up the stoned hallway, or sense her presence in the castle. All he could focus on was was hitting that spot of relief.
“Rumple you’ll never guess what else I was able to-”
Belle froze in her tracks as she walked in on her master doing something ornate with a long staff.
Rumple jerked and hissed in pain as the staff scraped along his scales in a painful way.
“Oh,” Belle let out a small whimper of concern and stepped closer to him.
“Stay back.” He snarled at her.
#this isnt what it sounds like#but its so damn funny to me#rumbelle#rumplestiltskin#belle#belle x rumple#belle/rumple#well they don't slash#but it's gonna happen eventually#dark one rumple#dark castle fic#rumbelle fic#rumbelle fanfiction#once upon a time#ouat#fluff#slow burn#maid belle
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Did you delete all your fanfics to get them published?
Hi Nonny!
I did delete some fics, that way I could thoroughly revise and possibly publish them. The others I deleted because I didn't want anything I created to be stolen and used by or for this AI craze. I hated to take them down, I enjoyed contributing to the Rumbelle fandom. It was a happy period in my life. That's why I'm anti-ai and wish it'd just go away.
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So I published my first historical novel this past week. I spent all summer working on it, and it originally started out as a fanfic in the #OUAT fandom centered around Gold and Belle, but the more it progressed it really just expanded out of that universe, and I knew I had to make it it’s own thing. I’ve did lots of research and hope I’ve captured the Victorian time period well, but If you’ve ever read my fanfics or stories at all and would love to purchase a piece of original work, then I would definitely appreciate it. Sharing this post would also be spectacular if you know someone who might love this story.
Tied to Her Affections
Lady Sylvia Collins has no dowry and no marital prospects after her father gambles away their vast fortune. He decides to go to America in hopes of reinventing himself and rebuilding their accounts. For two years he writes to her of his progress as she manages their crumbling estate, only to one day receive a letter of news that she's been pledged in marriage to a mysterious nobleman she's never met. As she processes the news of her upcoming nuptials, she is faced with the reality she will never marry the man she has been pining after during her father's absence.
Lord Dawson Croyle, Earl of Dunbrey, arranged for Lord Collins to travel to America on a pretend conquest after he made a deal with him for his daughter's hand in marriage and all holdings of his former estate. Dawson intends to spare Sylvia from further humiliation and ruin by paying off her father's gambling debts and marrying her. For two years he forges a friendship with her without her knowledge of their arrangement in hopes she will willingly accept him when their wedding day finally arrives.
#historical#historical fiction#victorian romance#victorian#victorian era#rumbelle fanfiction#fanfiction writer#rumbelle#indie author
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Chapters: 17/?
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper/Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Grumpy | Leroy/Nova | Astrid
Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Jabberwocky (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Nova | Astrid, Grumpy | Leroy, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard
Additional Tags: Rumbelle - Freeform, RedCricket, Fluff, Rumplestiltskin in love, The Evil Queen is jealous, the evil queen - Freeform, Protective Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Sex Toys, Aphrodisiacs
Series: Part 1 of The Realms Series
Summary:
3 Months after Rumplestiltskin throws Belle out he crashes her wedding and returns to the Dark Castle with her. Now what was he supposed to do with a woman who was in love with him but couldn't be with him?
*Rating is for chapters six and beyond.
Chapter 17 CONTAINS SMUT
#Rumbelle#Rumplestiltskin#Belle#Rumple x Belle#Belle X Rumple#Belle x Rumplestiltskin#Rumplestiltskin X Belle#Rumbelle Fandom#OUAT#Once Upon a Time#OUAT fandom#Ao3#Ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#rumbelle fanfiction#smut
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold
Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Jabberwocky (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson
Series: Part 1 of The Realms Series
Summary: 3 Months after Rumplestiltskin throws Belle out he crashes her wedding and returns to the Dark Castle with her. Now what was he supposed to do with a woman who was in love with him but couldn't be with him?
*Rating is for later chapters.
Chapter 9: Motivated by Hope is posted.
#rumbelle#Rumplestiltskin#Belle#Belle x Rumple#Rumple x Belle#Rumple#Rumplestiltskin x Belle#Belle x Rumplestiltskin#Beauty and the Beast#OUAT#once upon a time#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ouat fanfiction#ouat fandom#rumbelle fanfiction#Fanfiction#Fanfic#Fantasy Fanfiction#Fantasy fanfic#Fantasy#Writing#Hulu#Disney Plus#Disney+#ABC
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Alright Rumbellers the results of my #BuildARumbelleOneshot Polls are all in!
So to anyone else aside from myself who would like to write a one-shot, here are the parameters:
First up the genre will be…
Fluff! Ooh you Smutty fucks sure put up a fight and were winning for quite a while though! Respect!
Second up- the word limit is-
Non-existent! Write however much or however little you feel.
Thirdly, the AU will be:
No Curse Storybrooke! Shame, I was really rooting for some EF fun, but I can work with that.
Up next, our trope is:
Didn’t know they were flirting/dating! Oh how wonderful! I can’t wait to write some hopeless, oblivious characters. This will be fun!
Finally the one thing you must include is-
The chipped cup! Of course…it is the symbol of Rumbelle after all. Why did I even suggest other things? How silly of me!
So Fluffy, clueless, Storybrooke idiots with a chipped cup? Sounds like we’ll have ourselves a tale as old as time here… but I’m excited to see what twists and touches people will pull to make their stories unique!
To anyone else who wants to write, feel free to incorporate any of the other poll options if you want to add more guidelines for yourself!
Write at your own paces, I won’t put a time restraint on you, this is all for fun after all!
Just try to remember to tag your finished product with #BuildARumbelleOneshot so it can be found and read with ease. And if you want to be certain I’ll see it, tag me (@trash-000) as well and I’ll gladly read, reblog and give my thoughts!
Thank you for partaking in my polls! I’ll try to get my own One-Shot on the move asap!
#BuildARumbelleOneshot#ouat#once upon a time#rumbelle#rumbelle fanfiction#Rumbelle fic#fic writing#rumplestiltskin#belle#belle french#rumpelstiltskin#rumple#mr gold#mr. gold#fanfiction
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the only thing better than amnesia!Belle is amnesia!Rumple 😌
#rumbelle fanfiction#fanfic prompt#rumbelle prompt#rumbelle#rumplestiltskin#ouat#belle french#once upon a time#belle x rumple#belle ouat#belle gold#rumple x belle
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Contract
Before beginning a new BDSM relationship, Belle French and Mr. Gold hammer out their written agreement.
Read on AO3
Belle French sat primly on the edge of one of Mr. Gold’s dining room chairs and read the page in front of her. At the other end of the long table, Mr. Gold also had laid out a collection of papers. Both of them had the same document, but he wasn’t reading his copy. He held the handle of his cane in both hands and looked at her the whole time.
She felt his eyes on her as she tried to read, which made it impossible to concentrate on the words. Maybe this was a bad idea. Everyone knew not to sign anything without having a lawyer read it first, and that went double for any agreement made with Mr. Gold. All over Storybrooke, he had written contracts that gave him the advantage and left the other person with no options but to do exactly what he wanted. He was a ruthless, heartless son of a bitch, everybody knew that.
But what he had proposed to Belle, what they were now about to negotiate, was an offer too intriguing for her to dismiss.
The contract wasn’t a legally-binding document, Gold had made that clear. It was just an agreement, an understanding. Before they moved forward with their new relationship, it was important that they both know what to expect.
Besides, Belle didn’t know any lawyers. Even if she did, she couldn’t imagine asking a legal professional to sign off on the sorts of things she and Gold were talking about doing.
Crossing her ankles under the table, she looked up from the contract. She tapped a clause with the pen Gold had provided.
“I’m glad this is on the first page,” she said. “The mutual consent and authority to revoke.”
“Of course,” Gold was quiet. His face didn’t have much expression, but his eyes were fixed on her. “I’m not interested in trapping you, Miss French.”
He really did have lovely eyes. Dark and intense, often cold. What would those eyes be like once Mr. Gold heated up?
“And the renegotiation after a period of thirty days, I like that.”
He shifted in his seat. “I thought it an appropriate interval. Enough time for both of us to get our bearings, then see if anything needs to change. Or if you want the relationship to end after that period, that’s fine too.”
According to the revocation clause, either one of them could walk away at any time. But he had given them a mandatory expiration date. In case she wanted to stop.
“You don’t think you might want to end things after the one-month trial period?”
“No,” he looked into her eyes. “I know what I want, and I know I want it from you. The only question is whether you want the same thing.”
Belle’s face went hot and her pulse jumped up a few beats per minute. “And if we both do want to continue after thirty days?
“We can negotiate for a longer period at that time. Perhaps ninety days, or six months. I also understand if you want to keep it month-to-month.”
“You really are a landlord, aren’t you?”
Gold grinned. “My tenants are bound to a yearly lease. What I’m asking you to undertake is much more serious.”
“Right.” Belle turned over the first page and began to look at the second. “Let’s get into that.”
“Before we do,” he raised one of his long fingers, “I’d like to review the second clause on the first page, about confidentiality.”
Belle flipped back to the first page and looked at it again. “Oh right. What’s a sex contract without a gag order?”
She’d meant it as a joke, but Gold sat up straight and looked away, like he was insulted.
“I mean, I understand,” she said as an apology. “You have a right to privacy. I know this is just making sure I don’t blab your deep dark secrets to everyone in Storybrooke. I don’t mind at all.”
“It’s not that,” he said quietly. He brushed something off of the polished wood tabletop. Probably a bit of dust that wasn’t really there. “My reputation around town is already so besmirched, nothing you might reveal could possibly lower people’s opinions of me. And don’t forget that I chose you for this position, Miss French. You wouldn’t be at this table if I didn’t already have considerable trust in your discretion.”
“So…?”
“So the confidentiality clause is for your benefit. Your good name doesn’t need to be damaged by any association with me.”
“The contract mentions developing a ‘mutually agreed-upon cover story.’”
He nodded. “That way you can answer anyone who asks why you might come to my house, or be seen conversing with me in a public setting. I thought you might pretend to be my housekeeper.”
Belle’s lips quirked. His plan made sense. And if she told people she was working for him, that would also explain why she suddenly had more cash than usual--though it would be a very well-paid housekeeper who had the kind of salary Gold was proposing.
“Are you married to the idea of a housekeeper? Could it maybe be something less menial? I mean, if I told my father I was coming over here to clean, he might ask me why I’m not wearing something practical for work. Unless you want me to come over in jeans and an apron?”
Gold shook his head. “No, no. God forbid anything keep you out of skirts and heels, Miss French.”
Belle snorted, and felt her face flush at the same time. Maybe it was silly, considering what they were here to do, but a part of her was still surprised to hear Gold compliment her fashion choices. It forced her to know that he had noticed her. Without her knowing, he had been looking at her, looking at her clothes as well as her character. Long before he came to her with this offer, he had considered her. He had decided that he wanted her, but he had never told her about it until now.
She took a breath, and got her thoughts back on track.
“We could say I’m doing clerical work, maybe. Helping you catalog all the antiques?”
“Whatever you like,” he said. “We can decide what the story is later, just so long as we both say the same thing.”
“Sounds good.”
In the margins of the contract, Belle wrote a reminder to come up with a cover story. That settled, she smacked both hands against the glossy wood tabletop. She did it without thinking, a sort of ‘back to business’ gesture.
At the sound of the impact, Gold’s eyes fluttered shut. His mouth opened, just a little. The reaction was almost a flinch, but there was no fear in it. All of a sudden, the dark room seemed warm and stuffy.
Belle took a breath. She listened to her heart beating. Then she allowed the moment to pass.
When she looked at Gold again, his face was as expressionless as before.
“Okay,” she said softly. She flipped through the pages, to the meat of the contract. “Now, you understand that I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of dynamic, right? Like, I’ve played with people, but it’s never been anything this formal or this intense. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Educational materials are listed in Appendix A,” Gold said briskly. “Over the years I’ve amassed considerable research on the topics you’ll need to be knowledgeable about in order to perform your duties. I assume you won’t mind reading a book or two on the subject?”
She grinned at him. “I’ve read a book or two, Mr. Gold. My point is that theory isn’t the same as practical, physical knowledge.”
“Of course,” he nodded. “I understand that, and I’m more than willing to guide you through your first ‘hands-on’ experiences. Or there are educators listed in the appendix as well. We can call them for one-on-one sessions.”
Her eyes ran down the list of names and phone numbers. She recognized some of the authors and sex educators. “These are all people you know personally?”
“In some cases, quite personally.”
“Huh.” She set down the papers. “I have to say, you seem pretty established in the world of kink, Mr. Gold. What do you need a novice like me for?”
He straightened the cuffs of his suit jacket. “Well, you’re local, for one thing. Confidentiality is a small concern compared with the hassle of driving to Boston several times a week.”
Wait a second--several times a week? Belle flipped over to the clause about frequency. There it was: Three evenings a week, with the option of staying overnight, and at least four eight-hour sessions per month broken up between Saturdays, Sundays, or bank holidays. It wasn’t quite a full-blown 24/7 power exchange, but it was a commitment. Was Gold really going to need her this much? How much pain was it healthy to inflict on a person in one month?
“I’m, um, looking at the section on ‘expectations per session,’” she began.
“I tried to keep that area open for now. Lots of room to experiment. We can learn how we want to do things. What’s best for us.”
She tried not to notice the lingering satisfaction Gold put on the word us. For all that he had most of the power in this situation--in every situation--Belle knew that he was actually a very lonely man. More than the money, that knowledge had influenced her choice to hear out his offer.
“Right. I just… it’s a lot of time,” Belle said. “I know BDSM scenes can be lengthy, but--”
“Oh, I don’t expect every moment of our time together to be a scene,” he said. “If that’s what you thought, I--I’m glad you brought up your concerns.”
“Okay,” Belle sat back a little in the plush chair. “So a session isn’t a scene, that makes sense. In that case, what is a session? Like, we have a scene and aftercare and what else?”
“I’d like to eat with you.” For the first time, Gold’s eyes weren’t on Belle. He stared at a nondescript spot in the center of the table. It was like this was the first part of their conversation where he didn’t have absolute confidence.
She leaned forward. “Do you want to go out to dinner with me?”
His eyes flashed toward her for just a second, the whites of them a blaze in this dim room.
“That won’t be necessary.” Gold cleared his throat. “Confidentiality clause.”
The clause he’d set up for her protection, not his own. How much did he really want this to be a secret?
“We wouldn’t have to eat anywhere in Storybrooke. You could take me out of town. Somewhere nicer than a diner.”
“Really?”
It was a whisper, a breath, a half-spoken hope too small and weak to bear the crushing weight of reality.
Belle waited until Gold dared to look at her again, then she gave him a slow smile.
“Really.”
Something loosened in him. His posture relaxed by a hundredth of a percent. He wasn’t smiling, but the grim lines around his mouth had softened.
All these minuscule reactions stirred something in Belle. It was clear to her now that Mr. Gold was wound up tight. If she signed this contract, she would be able to get him to relax.
“What else would you want to do?” she asked. “Like, not strictly BDSM stuff, though I’m sure we can find ways to incorporate the lifestyle into everyday things. I just--I’m getting the impression that you want some non-kink, non-sexual activities with me. What would that look like?”
Gold shrugged. “It could look like anything.”
“So… monster truck rallies?”
He winced at that. Belle snickered at her own joke.
“If such events are your desire, Miss French, I would appreciate you indulging in them on your own time.”
She snorted. “Sounds good. But seriously?”
“Seriously?” He looked at her for a long moment. “Seriously, I would like to go on dates with you. I’m not much good at dancing and I detest modern movies, but, well… There’s theater, concerts. We could go to museums together. There are some beautiful parks and gardens in Boston that I’ve always wanted to show someone. I have a cabin out by the lake where we could stargaze. I could take you to every bookshop on the Eastern Seaboard.”
“See, if you had started with bookstores, you’d have me for all the kinky fuckery you wanted, no negotiation necessary.”
He shook his head. “That’s why I didn’t start with bookstores, Miss French. I’m not trying to turn your head with luxuries. I want you with your full faculties. Before we do anything, you need to understand what you’re getting into with me.”
The way he said it made it sound like he was secretly a monster. She didn’t think he was. Biting her lip, Belle looked down at the pages of the contract that outlined expected behaviors for the Dominant and Submissive.
“The whole contract is opt-in, right? We’re doing this like Subway instead of McDonald’s?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Belle couldn’t help but smile. When was the last time Mr. Gold had gone out to a fast food restaurant? She explained the metaphor:
“Some restaurants make your sandwich to order. They have all the ingredients laid out, but they’ll only put on what you specifically ask for. Other places have a standard sandwich and you have to ask for things not to be on there. You have to tell them you’re allergic to tomatoes or you don’t like mustard or whatever. Sometimes they put up a stink about making a special order. Me personally? I’m a much bigger fan of getting a custom order that gives me exactly what I like and nothing I don’t want.”
“Well, I‘m a fan of giving you what you like, Miss French.”
She could tell.
“So only things that are in the contract are on the table, right? We won’t be dabbling with, like, age play, pet play, watersports?”
“No.”
He seemed definite, which was fine for Belle. The contract as it was included more than enough kinks to keep them busy, at least until the thirty-day renewal.
“I’m going to insist on specific negotiations before every scene,” she said. “And that consent can be revoked at any time for any reason. Not just for the contract as a whole, but any particular act or attitude. Even if we’ve done something before, headspaces can change from day to day. Sometimes from minute to minute. This contract is extensive, but no piece of paper can cover every eventuality.”
Gold shrugged. “The contract as written says everything I want it to. In my opinion, further negotiations won’t be necessary until the mandatory thirty-day renewal. That being said, your opinion on the subject matters. I’m willing to yield to your point.”
“Good.” Belle made a note in the body of the contract. “Specific acts to be negotiated at specific times before the start of each scene.” She set down her pen. “Cause listen, if one of us is having a bad day or is feeling sick or something, I don’t want to be held to the rules of a best-case scenario. You know?”
He nodded. “I understand your point, Miss French. Though I maintain it won’t be necessary.”
“But you’ll abide by the revision?”
“Of course.”
He had better. Especially while they were still learning each other’s tics and moods and limitations. Until they developed an unspoken dynamic, they were going to have to say things out loud, very plainly, every time. It was a matter of safety.
“I don’t see anything about safe words in all this.” She looked up from her pages. “Don’t tell me you’re the type that doesn’t use them?”
For a long minute, Gold didn’t say anything. He didn’t look at her. He just rolled his pen back and forth between his fingers.
“I understand why someone like you would think safe words are necessary,” he said evenly. “And of course we can add their use into the terms of our deal. However, my motto has always been caveat emptor, let the buyer beware. If someone isn’t willing to be hurt, then why are they engaging in dangerous activities?”
“Because it’s simulated danger.” This should be obvious, especially to someone with as much experience as Gold. “You go to a haunted house to be scared, not to have your limbs torn off by a machete.”
He kept looking away from her. His voice was distant when he spoke. “For some people, the machete is the goal.”
Belle bit her lip. She was going to have to fight him on this, wasn’t she? Fine.
“Safe words are a must,” she said. “For everything. Especially pain. Because this section on pain play is, respectfully, insane. And sanity is another must in my kink.”
Gold made a dismissive face. “It’s not that bad.”
“There’s a sub-section here on wounds requiring stitches.” She held up the paper and pointed at the words. “Is this medical play? Are we trained nurses? Because I am not comfortable with that level of risk. If you’re not willing to back down on some of this, I’m gonna have to walk away.”
He took a deep breath, clearly trying to maintain his iron-clad composure. His thumb rubbed against his first two fingers. His mouth twitched with unspoken words.
“You have every right to revoke,” he said stiffly. “But I must state my case: For me, this is the heart of the contract. Of the entire relationship. Even more than the sexual components.”
Belle read over his list of desired activities. “Spanking, flogging, even impact play is fine, but burning?” She knew how horrified she must look. “Are you serious about this?”
He waved his hand. “It’s temperature play.”
“I’ve done temperature play. I’ve done wax play. Those are fine. This is something else.”
Gold began to protest, but Belle found another objection.
“What can you even do with a sledgehammer?”
“That’s mostly for intimidation. A haunted house, as you said. BDSM is about bringing participants to the edge of their mental limits as well as physical.”
“But it’s not about hurting people!” Belle blurted it out without thinking, then waved away the obvious counter. “You know what I mean. The point is, I’m not comfortable with this much pain play. Especially three times a week and especially if you’re noncommittal on safe words. I’m not here for edge play, and I want it out of the contract.”
For a moment, Gold scowled. Then he seemed to give up. He gestured towards her pen and she took that as leave to start scratching out parts of the section.
“Shall we go through it line by line?” he asked. “Or would you rather remove the entire section? We could replace physical pain with the psychological torture of attending amateur comedy shows.”
Despite herself, Belle snorted. You could tell a lot about a man by how he reacted to the word ‘no.’ If Gold was letting her remove a sizable chunk of his favorite kink and he was still able to have a sense of humor about it, that was a good sign. She wanted to do this with Gold, but she wouldn’t play with someone who didn’t respect her limits.
“I’m just crossing out the stuff that’s too extreme for me.”
“Can we keep knife play?” Gold asked. “I’ve got this dagger I’m quite taken with.”
“We can cut clothes but not flesh.” Belle wrote that down. “I’m not a complete wimp.”
His face was soft when he looked at her. “No, of course not,” he murmured. “I believe you’re very strong indeed, Miss French.”
Her cheeks went warm again. His confidence in her was flattering and encouraging. She did want to expand her kink experience. Gold seemed like a promising teacher. But they had to take things step by step. They had to build up to the metaphorical machetes and apparently literal sledgehammers. Eventually, both of them would get what they wanted. Both of them would give what they were comfortable giving. That was the whole point of having this conversation before they started.
“We’re using safe words,” Belle insisted. “Check-ins are absolutely mandatory during a pain scene, and tons of aftercare when it’s done.”
“Fine, fine,” Gold muttered as he wrote. “We’ll do it your way.”
“Since we’re on the subject of things I don’t like.” She pointed at the next section. “We need to talk about humiliation and degradation.”
“Don’t you like dirty talk, Miss French?”
“I don’t like the idea of kink being dirty.” She leaned back. “I mean, I respect the transgressive element, the idea that we’re doing what society thinks is filthy and taboo. But I hate the idea that anything is inherently, fundamentally Bad and that we’re Bad People for wanting it.”
“Interesting, considering your revulsion at pain play.”
“That’s about safety,” Belle had to keep herself from snapping. “And it’s about my preferences. If a consenting adult wants to deepthroat a cactus, that’s their prerogative. I just can’t be a part of it for my own reasons. But there’s nothing wrong about doing it or wanting to do it. You know how the saying goes: Your kink is not my kink and that’s okay.”
“But humiliation…” Gold said. “That’s not okay?”
“In our specific case, public humiliation might interfere with the confidentiality clause. More broadly? I’m not interested in shame. I think kink should be a joyous thing, something you can take pride in. For a lot of people, BDSM scenes are where they feel like their truest selves.”
“Even if your truest self is a worthless, needy slut?”
As self-righteous as she was being, Belle couldn’t deny the red-hot streak of desire that flashed through her when he said those words. He was good at dirty talk. She put her palms on the table and took a breath.
“There’s a difference between playing something and really believing it,” she said. “Sometimes it’s a fine line. Point is, I don’t think anyone is worthless. I don’t think being a slut is a bad thing. And if someone is needy, it means they’re aware enough to know what they need and ask for it. Being brave enough to ask for what you really want--even when everything in the world tells you you’re not supposed to want it--that should be celebrated.”
From across the table, Gold’s breathing was deep, and a fraction of a second faster than normal.
“Is that what you want from a scene?” he asked. “A celebration?”
“When I’m in a scene, I don’t want anyone to feel bad about themselves.”
He let out a dry laugh. “You may need to temper your expectations, Miss French.”
“No,” Belle said simply. “No, that’s a limit for me. I’m not going to play with degradation.”
Gold opened his mouth, then closed it. “Fine.” He drew a large X over the entire section. “It’s probably for the best.”
Belle crossed out the text on her copy and moved on to the next section.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have a problem with the list of sex acts. Though there is some stuff on this list that I have not tried before.”
He looked up from the page. His dark eyes were on her, but there was a wariness in his expression.
“Feel free to eliminate any acts with which you’re not one-hundred percent comfortable,” he said. “If you need to, we can eliminate this section as well. BDSM doesn’t have to be sexual--”
“Nah.” She cut him off. “I mean, yes, of course. BDSM doesn’t have to be sexual. But this is a detailed list, Mr. Gold. You want a lot of these acts, and I think you want them badly. And I’m not opposed, it’s just my inexperience again. Like, anal fisting? Don’t you need equipment for that?”
“I have equipment,” Gold rubbed his thumb along the handle of his cane. “Really all one needs is lubricant and a willing spirit.”
“Oh I am willing.” Belle’s eyes glazed as she read over the list of orifices expected to be available for penetration, over the descriptions and dimensions of various toys, over phrases like forced chastity and deepthroat training. Hell, just the opportunity to have sex three times a week plus bank holidays was enough to entice her. “I just might need a little patience.”
“I am nothing if not patient, Miss French.”
After a moment’s further reading, Belle looked up from her paper. “The contract seems a little vague on whether or not this has to be part of a scene. Do you want to have sex in our non-BDSM time?”
The clatter of Gold’s cane falling to the ground rang out through the otherwise quiet dining room. Coughing, Gold bent out of his chair to pick it up. He straightened up to gather himself, but didn’t look Belle in the eye.
“Miss French, I assure you, we can have sex as often and under as many circumstances as you’d like.”
She snorted. “It’s been a while since my last round of STD tests. And I’ll have to get back on birth control.”
“Do you need me to compensate you for medical expenses?”
“No, I’ll be alright. Thank you.”
Gold picked up his pen. “We should add that to the contract. If you suffer any injuries during our time together, I’ll cover all the costs.”
“Can’t say no to workman’s comp,” Belle agreed as she wrote down the addition. “And all of the equipment listed in Appendix B, that’s all going to be stuff that you’ll buy or that you already own?”
“Yes. As well as any other expenses. Meals, travel, every book on the Eastern Seaboard--you’re not paying for any of that, Miss French.”
Belle tried not to smile too much at the thought of being showered with hardbacks. It was like he was offering to give her an entire library.
“What about clothes? Do you want me to have a uniform or something? Dress code?”
“Yes.” His voice was thick. “I would dearly love to buy you a complete wardrobe, Miss French. Clothes, shoes, jewelry.” Gold licked his lips. “Lingerie. I could give you a stipend, or--or pick items out for you.”
Now she couldn’t keep herself from grinning. She leaned onto the table. “What would you pick out for me?”
“Skirts and heels seem to be your affinity,” he said with utter confidence. Clearly, he had put some thought into the subject. “Your style is loose and flowing, and that’s lovely for day wear. But I’d like to see you after dark, Miss French. Something risque, something tight. I want to see you wearing clothes that say fuck me.”
Belle swallowed. “Yeah?”
“You know Louboutin, the heels with the red backs? They have a style with a strap across the ankle. Might be a little taller than you’re used to, but I’m sure you can rise to the challenge. If you went out wearing those shoes with a short black dress, everyone who looked at you would want you.”
“And they’d know that I’m going home with you.”
“Yes.”
The word was a whisper, but it was the surest sound Belle had ever heard. Gold kept going.
“There’s a man I know in Boston who makes custom lingerie. He’s an artist with silk and lace, leather and metal. I would give you to him as a canvas, Miss French. I’d pay just to see how he decorates your body. How much beauty he can add to perfection.”
Belle knew her cheeks must be flaming red. The heat of self-consciousness was sharper, more stinging, than the warm glow that had gone through her at various points of the conversation. Being wanted was different than wanting something for herself.
“Whatever happened to not turning my head with luxury?”
“Oh, I’m not trying to seduce you by giving you what you want,” he said in a low voice. “I’m telling you what I want, Miss French. I want to see the most beautiful woman in the world wearing clothes that are worthy of her. I want you to feel stunning, and powerful, and absolutely adored.”
“Adored,” Belle breathed. She let the word sink in for a moment. Let it nestle in some hidden sweet spot between her libido and her heart. She locked eyes with Gold. “You want to adore me.”
“Yes,” he said. His gaze didn’t waver for an instant. “What did you say earlier, that kink was a celebration? I want to celebrate you. I want to worship you. I want to push you to your limits and help you realize your full potential as a sexual being. Miss French, I want to transform you. I want to help you become the best version of yourself--confident, radiant, a goddess.”
She couldn’t breathe. Even from across the table, the force of his desire was overwhelming. What he was offering her--he wanted it so much, wanted her to have it so much that she couldn’t keep herself from wanting it too. Forget turning her head with luxuries, he was turning her head just by wanting her.
Belle shook her head to clear it. Gold was still looking at her. His posture hadn’t changed, but his eyes were soft and dark. They were so full of longing--not pleading or demanding but longing--they reminded her of a hero from one of her books.
Gold’s expression looked like there was a string somewhere under his left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string inside her own small frame--and if that cord was snapped, he had a curious notion he would take to bleeding inwardly. He looked like he had struggled in vain to repress his feelings, but that one word from her would silence him forever. He looked like he was half-agony, half-hope.
She let out a long breath.
“Let’s move on to the final section.” Belle’s hands shook a little as she flipped to the next page of the contract. “Obedience and protocol.”
“I put a lot of thought into this section,” Gold said.
“I’m sure you did.” The words were flippant, but Belle meant them sincerely. “You put thought into everything, don’t you?”
“Into everything that matters, yes.”
Belle read out loud. “‘The Submissive is to wear a collar at all times during the duration of the relationship. Eye contact is restricted based on the preference of the Dominant. The Submissive is to begin every session kneeling at the Dominant’s feet.’” She looked up. “Are you sure about that? Did you mean to put scene instead of session?”
“I meant what’s written down. Even the most vanilla of dates should include a moment to remember what this dynamic truly is. Call it a sign of devotion.”
“Okay, but kneeling?” She looked at him. “There are other ways to show humility.”
“I like kneeling.”
“Okay.” Belle tapped her pen against the word, but didn’t make a move to alter it. Gold knew his own mind. It would be her task to give him what he wanted.
She read on about the service and deference that would be required.
“Foot worship is something new for me. Does that include foot rubs?”
“Oh absolutely,” Gold murmured. “Nothing but the best.”
There was some housework included on the list. Most of it seemed to be more for show than drudgery. Drawing baths, making the bed, keeping the sex toys cleaned and maintained.
“This item about cooking, is that just dinners we eat together?”
Gold cocked his head. “As opposed to…?”
“What about packed lunches?” Belle offered. “Definitely breakfast in bed on nights when I’m over here.”
“Would it violate the confidentiality clause to provide snacks to the workplace?”
“Oh that’s brilliant!” Belle wrote it down. “Maybe confidentiality could be maintained via anonymous or third-party delivery. That would turn a box of cookies into a dirty little secret.”
He grinned at her. A new light had entered his eyes.
“This is why I chose you,” he said. “Of course you’re beautiful and good-hearted and brave enough to seriously consider this opportunity, but this is what matters most to me. That you’re creative and collaborative. Our time together will be a true partnership. We will work together to create extraordinary experiences.”
They were silent together for a beat, then Gold cleared his throat.
“That is, of course, assuming you agree with all the points we’ve discussed today.”
“Oh, I agree.” Belle turned to the last page of the contract, where there were two blank lines for signatures. “There are still some open points that need refining, but overall, I’m very happy to begin our new relationship.”
The pen danced over the paper as Belle signed her name. She pushed herself out of her chair and crossed the table to meet Gold where he sat. He had already signed his copy and was reaching for hers. They made the exchange and then it was done.
The contract was signed.
Belle took a breath. Her heart was fluttering. Gold looked like he had woken from a dream just to find that the dream was still happening.
“Well,” Belle said. “Do we want to count today as our first session? We’d still have plenty of time to do a scene. Or just fuck.”
“Whatever you like,” Gold said, a little breathlessly. He was staring into the middle distance, shell-shocked. “You’re in charge.”
“Now, now.” Gently, Belle reached out and brought her hand to his face. She held his chin and forced him to look at her. “You know that’s not true. Submissives have the real power.”
“I want you to have the power now,” he whispered.
A wide smile grew across Belle’s face. It was one thing to top strangers at play parties in the dungeon in Boston. It was something altogether different to have Mr. Gold shaking like a leaf under her touch.
“In that case,” she said firmly. “The contract states that you have to start every session on your knees.”
“Yes,” Gold whispered. He slid out of his chair, used his cane to support himself as he got into position to kneel at Belle’s feet. For the first time that evening--possibly for the first time in a long time--Mr. Gold beamed. “Yes, Mistress.”
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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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