Anon prompted: (Intentional Fallacy) Belle is sick this time (I can just picture Gold blackmailing students into delivering soup to his house so he doesn’t have to leave Belle…) ;) — Follow-up prompt to this
Sorry, there was no blackmailing because…I forgot while I was writing it. >_> </fail> I WILL HAVE HIM BLACKMAIL SOMEONE AT SOME POINT THOUGH. FOR YOU. <3
He should never have let Belle into his house once he’d realized he was sick. She was always so tactile—kissing and petting and hugging when what she should have been doing was spraying everything with disinfectant and wearing a gas mask. Now, she was neck-deep in the flu with a fever about to touch 103, and he was a mess because his own bout of fever kept him from remembering all of the things she’d done to take care of him.
Do you know how much I love the detail about Milah having been seriously sick and Gold fearing the same for Belle? I LOVE it. It’s really hitting home for me. A lovely touch of realism.
I WOULD NEVER LAUGH.>_>
Sealed With a Kiss: Chapter 2
Summary: With a kingdom ravaged by war, Belle finds solace in anonymous letters—until she’s ripped from her homeland by a beast.
Or: The one where Belle and Rumpelstiltskin are secret penpals before he deals for her.
Rumpelstiltskin shot up, the pile of silken sheets falling around his waist. Something had jarred him awake, and his chest was heaving, but he could see nothing as he whipped his head around, looking for the source of the disturbance. Whoever had hit him couldn’t have gone far. There were only two people that he knew of who could have gotten past the magical wards on his private chambers, and one of them was in Wonderland.
Regina was going to pay for this. The only times he ever allowed himself to sleep were when his body was too exhausted to function and his mind was too exhausted to provide nightmares. Sometimes, he went weeks without, only resting when he sat at his wheel.
With a snap of his fingers, the fireplace sprang to life, and all the candles lit. “Show yourself!”
He stared at the room for another full minute, casting every revelation spell he could think of, and still nothing emerged. Regina wasn’t that good at hiding.
Forced to accept the fact that he must have dreamed the attack, he flopped back onto his pillows.
Sorry it’s late and I’m tired and titles are for losers. Dark Castle Fluff. Anon prompted: Belle injures herself on the job, Rumple’s more concerned than he should be. Enjoy :D
Rumpelstiltskin had materialized in front of Belle almost before the scream finished leaving her mouth. She was lying in a heap on the floor, crumpled up in her blue dress like a cake that had fallen to the floor. He was at her side in an instant, hovering over her.
“What did you do?” His voice wasn’t as nice as it couldn’t have been, but it also wasn’t as harsh as he’d meant it to be.
“I’m fine.” Belle’s smile was broken by her wincing, and he bared his teeth.
“What. Did. You. Do.”
She looked up at him, lips pressed together, but he wasn’t going to back down. He was in the right this time. He was.