Woodelf prompted: Belle buys/makes a mistletoe ball. Maybe she hosted a holiday crafts class at the library. She reminds Rum of the tradition: one berry is removed for each kiss. Once the berries are all gone, no more kisses can be claimed from it. It takes her a while to realize he has been magically replenishing the berries so they don’t run out.
The mistletoe ball was really very pretty, Belle decided as she examined her handiwork. It was the first thing she’d made at one of Rapunzel’s Saturday crafts classes that she was genuinely pleased with, and unlike its less successful brethren, it wouldn’t be cluttering up her small apartment. This creation had a very particular destination in mind.
“Lovely,” Rumpelstiltskin complimented her as she finished attaching the decoration to the light fixture in the shop’s back room.
“Merry Christmas!” she chirped, getting into the spirit of the new holiday. The custom of mistletoe harkened back to the Enchanted Forest’s Solstice Festivals, but those festivals hadn’t had the brightly colored lights or candy canes that she so enjoyed in this world.
Whoo, more Domestic Belle coming your way! I’m trying to plow through some of these prompts, I’ve got so many. (Yes, I’m looking at you, Marchie & Ru).
Cyprith: “butter beans and scallops”
Marchionessofblackadder: “Belle takes Mr. Gold grocery shopping with her”, “Mr. Gold does the dishes”
Rufeepeach: “cherry pops”, “sweet talk”, “lips like sugar cane”
Belle’s on a bit of a health kick.
Last night she paired organic butter beans and scallops with a very expensive ’34 Châteaux Margaux he’d been saving for their anniversary. And that might have been forgivable if it weren’t for what she’d said as they were clearing the table.
It wasn’t his fault. He’d just been doing some light teasing about how he would wither away if she continued to feed him like he was a bird. Ever one to rise to the challenge though, Belle had bested him, confounded him and frightened him ever so slightly.
Thehinkypanda prompted: Belle discovers Harry Potter
What Others Lose
Belle sobs, one hand pressed to her swollen belly, the other shoved tight between her teeth. As though she will fall apart if she cannot bite through bone. As though she is falling apart already, great heartrending earthquakes wracking her frame, and she cannot breathe. She sounds as though she is drowning, dying, and time slows. Gold stands in the doorframe, just home from the shop, and his heart hurts.
He can only think—can only try not to think—the baby.
They’ve lost the baby.
How to Keep Friends (and still influence people)
Rumpelstiltskin isn’t precisely certain when it happened, but happen it does.
By the time he realizes enough to do anything about it, it is already far too late. One wrong step, he’s sure, and Belle’s heart will irrevocably break.
That is not to say, however, that Rumpelstiltskin endorses this particular turn of events in any way, shape or form.
Accio-firewhiskey prompted: “One of them is sick” and “Snowball fight.”
Cyprith prompted: “Gold has a man-cold, he’s sure he’s dying” and “Avocado rainbow unicorn showed up.” I’m still stunned I could fill that last one.
Take Only As Directed
His last meal was not exactly what he would have chosen before death. In fact, he was quite sure it would have at least been more complex for one’s palate, perhaps something braised with exotic vegetables, slow cooked and wood smoked, but the steaming bowl of chicken noodle and the dry saltines sat in front of him mockingly as if they’d won some sort of victory. Had he had an appetite to begin with, he might have put up a fight with the warden, but as it stood, he knew he wouldn’t have won anyway. His jailor was made of steel, all cold glare and iron grip, and he didn’t possess the energy, let alone the strength to try to fight anyway.
Well lovelies, here is part two of my 200 follower special gift prompt thingamajig. I hope this wraps it up to your satisfaction!
An Excerpt: “His eyes widen and the breath he draws through gritted teeth whistles loudly in admiration. She’s changed, his Belle. He sees it in her carriage of herself. This is a woman, childlike innocence gone, but still very much the Belle he once knew.”
PROMPTS FILLED (in order of appearance):
rufeepeach: “complete and utter mortification” ; 3pirouette: “dead watch battery” ; cyprith: “lemon verbena” ; Anon Music Prompt: The Hush Sound “You Are The Moon” ; valerieparker: “she cut off Maleficent’s head” & calonari: Image Prompt
This is a special piece dedicated to my 200 wonderful followers. I adore you all MOST ARDENTLY. I hope you enjoy.
This idea was prompted by Cyprith, who suggested: “Ten times Gold wants to kiss Belle but doesn’t”. Well, this is roughly that idea. :3
An Excerpt:”She exhales and suddenly they are both still, both aware of the contact between their skin, of how her body is gently pressed to his. And suddenly he is deaf and blind and mute to everything but her, his senses screaming out for her. No, he doesn’t want to catch flies with his mouth. He wants to catch her lips with it, her tongue, all of her.”
This has been bouncing around my head since “What Happened to Frederick”, so… here you go.
Rated: T/M for language. Depending. Oh, and drunkenness.
It looks like King Midas has gone and turned his daughter to gold.
Title: Hidden in the Lake (1/2)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Belle falls into the lake while gardening in Rumpelstiltskin’s estate. One daring rescue later, and smuttiness ensues.
Marchie prompted: Rumpelstiltskin and Belle play Marco Polo. Bonus points if it’s smutty.
Cy has also given me some rather evil prompts, which I am now working on: this fic may be seen as a form of roundabout revenge. Or just a shoutout, IDK.