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Moving in with Belle at Random Play

A/n: If anyone reading this is currently in this sort of situation, I hope you find a way out of it soon. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

Belle first found out about your family during a date a few months ago. She'd noticed something was wrong the moment you walked through the store door, but she didn't want to say anything in case you were just having a bad day.

However, she quickly changed her mind when, while immersed in an action film, she turned to notice you looking straight ahead with a dead expression, your eyes not even aimed towards the TV.

"Hmm? What's wrong, my little film buff?"

You snap back to reality, your eyes widening. You wipe your eyes, still trying to play it cool despite Belle obviously noticing something's wrong.

"I-I'm fine, my gremlin. I was just...thinking about something."

Belle gives you a pout.

"Y/N. You know I don't like it when you lie to me."

You look into her eyes and let out a sigh. You could never say no to her.

"I...I'm sorry, Belle. I just...can't stop thinking about my family."

Getting a little worried, Belle puts her hand on yours.

"A-Are they hurt?"

"...It's not them that are hurt."

Her eyes widen in shock at your statement.

"Y-You don't mean..."

"T-They don't really hit me, it's mostly just yelling...and expecting me to get a high-paying job...and working me to the bone at home."

Belle wraps her arms around you in a hug. She gently pulls your head towards your shoulder.

"Y/N, you never told me about this before. Are you sure you're ok? Y-You don't have to go back there if you don't want to. You could stay with me and Wise, I'm sure bro won't mind if he hears about thi-"

"No."

"H-Huh?"

"It's...not that bad. Really. They don't bother me much as long as I agree with them, and I'll be able to move out soon, anyway...probably."

You mutter that last part under your breath. Belle's expression softens, but she still shows some concern.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Unbeknownst to Belle, you were holding back about just how bad you're parents were. Including the fact that anytime you got into even just a minor disagreement with them, they were prone to respond with physical violence. One such case would unfortunately occur just a couple days after your conversation with Belle.

After a small argument about you being too tired to wash the dishes, your father calls you an ungrateful brat, and strikes you across the face. Tears running down your cheeks, you quickly put on your shoes and rush outside, not even stopping to grab a coat despite the pouring rain.

As you wander the soaked Sixth Street of the Janus Quarter, you spot the Random Play store just across the road. Perhaps it was fate that drew you here, or maybe your instinct brought you to such a familiar location, or it could have just been pure chance. Either way, you no longer cared about holding back the truth, And so, wiping the tears from your eyes, you knock on the store door.

With Wise too busy to get it, Belle opens the door while brushing her teeth. She almost immediately stops when she sees you standing in front of her, drenched from the rain and your cheeks red from crying.

"Y/N? What happened?"

"I...I-I'm sorry. I-I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to get out of there and I didn't know where else to go a-and..."

Tears form in your eyes as you try to form a coherent sentence. You're quickly cut off, however, when Belle pulls you into a hug.

"B-Belle, you can't. You're clothes will get wet too."

"I don't care, when my little film buff is crying, their emotions take priority far above my clothes."

You want to say something back, but you can't find the words. Instead, you weakly wrap your arms around her in return, the most affection you can give after everything you've been through. Belle eventually pulls back from the hug and leads you to the bathroom.

"C'mon, you can take a shower to warm up, and I'll dry your clothes for you. I have some spare pyjamas you can wear in the meantime."

You simply nod and get into the shower. As the water runs off your body, you can't help but think about the night's events. About everything Belle did for you, even after how much your parents had convinced you you were unlovable. You wrap a towel around yourself and exit the bathroom to find a set of pyjamas waiting for you on Belle's bed.

"I bought some pyjamas in your size in case we ever had a sleepover...which I guess this sort of is."

Belle awkwardly rubs the back of her head as you change into the pyjamas. As you feel how warm they are, your previous anxiety starts to ease up a little.

"So, how do they feel?"

You answer her question by rushing into a hug with her. The speed accidentally pushes her backwards onto the bed, as you fall with her onto her chest. Your eyes widen, expecting some sort of punishment from your behaviour, only to instead hear Belle start to laugh. The soft melody of her voice melts away any doubt of her love for you.

A few moments later, the two of you lay cuddling on her bed, your head still on her chest as she strokes your hair.

"You can use my things for tonight, and tomorrow we'll go get the rest of your stuff while your parents are at work, ok?"

"W-What do you mean? I-I can't stay he-"

"Nope. I'm not taking no for an answer again. Not after what they did to you. And don't bother arguing with me, I know you can't say no to your cute girlfriend."

You want to argue, but just like Belle says, you can't say no to her. Tears form in your eyes once more as you look up at her, and you quickly bury your head in her chest as she resumes stroking you.

"Thank you...my gremlin."

She gives a smile, glad to hear you're feeling well enough to tease her again.

"It's no problem, my film buff. You never have to hold anything back again."

A few days later, you approach Wise working the store while Belle is buys watching a movie.

"M-Mr Wise, sir. I...I'd like to ask you about getting a job working the store. I-I wouldn't feel right living here without contributing anything, but I know if I asked Belle she'd just insist that I couldn't be a burden if I tried. So...please. I'll do anything, really."

"Hey, hey. There's no need to be like that, just Wise is fine. If you really want to work here, I'd be happy to hire you, with a decent wage of course. Just make sure you take good care of my sister...and tell her it was your idea if she finds out."

"O-Of course. Thank you, W-Wise."

"And by the way, if it means anything...I'd be happy to have you as an in-law."

"W-What do you mean by that?"

He gives you a pat on the shoulder.

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Belle

A/n: My first post in a while that doesn't come directly from a request. A part 2 to this post. I'm not really sure what inspired me to write this (aside from Belle being wife material), but I hope y'all enjoy regardless, and merry Christmas to all!

It had been a few months since you moved out from your parents' house, and this will be your first Christmas without them. Belle has been trying everything to keep your mind off of them, from video games to going to the arcade to even having you accompany her on her missions as a Proxy. Luckily, the holidays were coming up, which served as a perfect distraction.

Belle asked for your help in decorating the store for Christmas, from putting up lights to setting up the tree to stocking some extra holiday films on the shelves. She promised you some extra pay as well as letting you put up some of your own favourite Christmas movies if you agreed. Watching you put up the decorations with a small smile, Belle gives a smile of her own. You seem to finally be forgetting about your old family.

Little did she know, you actually had an ulterior motive for doing the extra work.

Before she even asked you to help set up the store for the holidays, you'd actually approached Wise a few days prior about working paid overtime. When he asked you why, you said you wanted to keep it a secret. This leads to you spending more hours working the store and less time with your girlfriend.

Though Belle is happy to see you distracting yourself, she also wishes you'd spend more time with her, as selfish as it may seem. She doesn't have to worry that you're actually using the time to go back to your family, since you're always still at the store every time she checks on you, but she still worries that you're working yourself too hard.

As she spends another night alone watching some horror and action Christmas films, since she prefers more exciting movies even when in the holiday spirit, she notices your face is a lot more tired than usual, and you even have dark circles under your eyes. As she's about to ask what's wrong, you wordlessly lumber towards her and collapse in her arms, which automatically wrap around you as if by reflex.

"My film buff? What's wrong?"

"I just...worked a lot of hours. Need...rest."

"Well, we could watch a film together to relax your mind? You always say the films I watch help you turn off your brain, anyway."

You slowly shake your head against her.

"S-Sorry, Belle. Can't...keep my eyes open. Need to sleep."

Belle's expression saddens, though she tries to hide it.

"O-Ok, have a good nap, my love."

She strokes your back like she usually does to help you fall asleep. While she'd usually be happy to have a simple cuddle date with you, she starts to worry about your physical and mental health. This much work isn't good for you, both because it stops you from getting enough sleep, and because no one should push themselves this hard so close to Christmas.

The next day, she wakes up to find you're no longer in her arms. She looks around the store, but you aren't there either. When she asks her brother if he's seen you, Wise tells her that you'd only gave him a quick goodbye before leaving, not telling him where you were going. However, he did see that you seemed to have all of the money you'd saved up over the past few weeks with you.

Belle's heart drops. Surely you weren't planning on leaving her, or worse, going back to your parents. Were you going to move back in with them, or were they extorting you for money? Fear racks her brain the entire day, and no amount of watching films or guitar practice seems to soothe her nerves. This continues late into the night, until eventually, she hears the front door click, and you walk through it.

With tears in her eyes, Belle immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a hug, staining your shirt with her tears as she rubs her face against it. She looks up at you.

"Y/N, where were you? You had me worried sick."

"I-I'm sorry, Belle, but...I can't tell you. At least, not yet."

"B-But, you promised! You said we wouldn't keep secrets from each other anymore, that it'd only hurt us more to hide things."

"I-I know, and I won't. I just...need a couple of days. Please."

Seeing how determined you are about this, she reluctantly agrees, pulling back from the hug. She doesn't like you keeping things from her, but she hates the idea of not being able to trust you more. Come Christmas Eve, you get up to go to work, but Belle tugs on your sleeve.

"My film buff, promise me we can have a date tonight."

Though she expects you to try and argue with her, you actually agree with a smile. She's surprised, but quickly smiles back. As you two spend the night together, you seem to be back to your usual self: teasing her over fighting games, making fun of whatever romcom is being advertised on TV with her and cracking your usual jokes. While she's happy to see you back to your normal self, it only makes her more curious as to what caused you to act so strangely the other day.

She soon finds out the following Christmas morning. As the two of you sleep in each other's arms, Belle wakes you up early in the morning, too excited to open her presents to let you sleep. She rushes downstairs, with you sleepily following behind her. As she tries to choose which present to open first, you point her towards a rectangular-shaped present in the pile, which she assumes to be your gift to her.

As she tears off the wrapping paper, she lets out a gasp.

"I-Is this-"

"The special edition of Final Punch. The one you've been talking to me about ever since we started dating."

"B-But these are supposed to be super rare! There's only about 1000 in existence. It must've been really hard to find, not to mention expensive."

"It was. Which is why I had to pick up a lot more hours at the store to get the extra cash."

Belle's eyes widen as she turns towards you, finally putting the pieces together.

"Y-You mean...the reason you were working so late...and why you were gone all day the other day..."

"It was all for you, Belle. I spent the entire day looking for someone who would sell it to me. After everything you've done for me...I felt a gift like this was the least you deserve."

Tears form in Belle's eyes once more, though this time they're much more joyous. She pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

"Thank you so much, my film buff. I promise I'll treasure it forever...and that I'll never doubt you again."

"It's fine, my gremlin. Honestly, it's half my fault for being so secretive, anyway. Now, what did you get me?"

She pulls back with a smile as she goes to get her gift for you. She holds it towards you with both hands.

"Here you go, my film buff. I hope you like it."

You unwrap the present to reveal a jacket, one identical to Belle's.

"This is..."

"My jacket. Or rather, the same make as mine. I figured, since you always like wearing my jacket while we cuddle, now we can both have one so you'll always be warm. Plus, after wearing it for a while, we can swap to have a reminder of eah other's scents."

You give Belle a smile.

"I love it, Belle. I mean, I'm not sure I'll really need a reminder of your smell, since we pretty much spend every second of the day together, but...you must've really put a lot of thought into this. Thank you."

Belle gives you a sweet, soft kiss on the lips.

"It's no problem, my little film buff. I love you."