thecursedspinner

Her eyes narrowed as someone decidedly not Rumple came to greet her. The words he spoke conflicted with what she knew.

On the one hand, her son was far too young to have fathered a child the last she knew. On the other, perhaps more time had passed than she originally believed.

Milah had no way to know unless she asked David. Part of her hesitated but the rest was far too curious. “How could Baelfire have a child when he himself is barely fourteen?”

She leaned forward a little as though she wished to share a secret. “Would it upset you to know I wish Rumple harm? The last I remember is my heart in his hand as I bid my love farewell.”

@justmilah​

“You know Baelfire?” David asked, startled. SOme may accuse him of being stupid, but he was well aware that if this woman knew Bae as a fourteen-year-old, she must have missed a few years. Potentially centuries, though she was on Neverland so she could have known Bae from here. 

“Um... well yeah he’s not fourteen anymore. He’s... I don’t know in his twenties or thirties? Actually centuries old since he lived on Neverland, or here, and so didn’t grow up during that time but... yeah.”

And then she mentioned wanting to hurt the dark one, and mentioning that he’d killed her. David was not really sure what to say to that, but he did figure that Rumpelstiltskin could take care of himself. 

The assignment Rumple gave her made Belle smirk, giving him a short nod in response to show she would do as he ordered. “Yes, sir. Tea it is.” She said just as she was about to leave, but then something stopped her. She moved closer to him and without thinking it over, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and pulled back. “Thank you.” She murmured nervously, her own cheeks turning bright red as she glanced downwards, hands clasping together. “For, uh…for making me feel useful.” She finished, a sweet smile pulling at her lips as her eyes locked onto his face once more, hoping she didn’t make him angry or overstep by making such a bold move. “I’ll go make the tea now…” And with that, Belle hurried her way out of the room, heart racing a mile a minute. Did she really just do that!? Did she kiss Rumplestiltskin’s cheek!? She touched her lips gently with her fingers, a tingling sensation left from that simple kiss, and she smiled to herself. Was it too bold of her to do so? Probably. Did she regret it? No. No, she didn’t. 

-😈 for a starter where my muse is a demon (kind of demon can be up to the mun!)

-⚰️for a starter where my muse is a vampire

-💻 for a starter where my muse is a sentient AI

-☠️ for a starter where my muse is a zombie

He knew that this was technically cheating, but no one seemed to care. He doubted anyone really would want to spend money to get a day alone with him, his contribution to the fundraiser for Collie’s school. They did like biding though, driving the price up. And Rumple had given his daughter permission to spend as much money as it took to buy this particular item. 

Collie kept grinning, skipping around her father in a circle. “I want ice cream. Can we go get some, Papa?” Her voice was hopeful.

“I’m saying that you never do anything without a very good reason. Or am I wrong about that?”

She inquired, tilting her head the slightest bit.

He regarded her closely, eyes narrowing.

She froze, feeling breath coming out in sharp hitches rather than smooth. Belle kept holding her breath, only taking breath when she’d absolutely needed to. Almost like she thought remaining still and not breathing would help her hide. He was angry with her and she knew that, but it was honestly comforting. For both the fact that he was making progress toward being himself and the fact that he did want to be closer to her. She’d felt so distanced since Rose had no rules and he so easily opened up to being her papa rather than being her husband. Belle threw it all aside, turning around and grabbing him rather quickly. She hugged him, holding him as tightly as she could. It was almost like she was afraid he’d vanish if she released even a little bit. “I will always be different… She slowly started losing strength in her grip, releasing him to just let herself drop to her knees in front of him. “I’m sorry, Rumple. I’m so sorry for pushing you away. Th-they said I needed to make you feel loved and accepted… But, that I couldn’t be intimate because it would confuse you. To be patient. It’s so difficult, Rumple… It’s just so…” She looked up at him, quickly looking back down before she could really make out his expression. She didn’t want to know if it was fear, she couldn’t. “I-I… You’re my husband. I’m so used to coming to you with all of this, to you handling everything. I’m so used to kissing you and touching you, to letting you be here for me. But, they told me not to push you. You’re not the man you were, you’re not as strong. I-I… I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, that you were still my husband. Th-that I still loved you and that I need you. But, they keep saying you’ll need to be taken from me if I can’t keep things appropriate and help you get better. And I keep… I keep calling Zelena, trying to anyway. I keep calling her and then I remember that she’s the reason for all of this. She held our daughter, she talked me into trying to move on… Assured me you had ran off when you found out I was pregnant before I could tell you. Rumple, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I stopped looking for you. Bae never gave up, but I did… I believed you were gone a-and you were right in front of me. And you still feel so gone…” Belle blinked away the tears as much as she could, trying to catch her breath. He had started all of this by insisting and trying to be close to her, but she’d exploded. She’d gone on a wild ride of emotional insanity, telling him far more than any of them thought he could handle. And, more than that, she’d let herself show him just how weak she was. She’d wished she could take it all back, to go back and simply deflect his words like she should have. But, she couldn’t. The jar had been opened and she couldn’t close it completely. “Rumple… I-I… I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need this.”

He’d taught her quite a bit, which she was glad for. Belle just still felt strange and lost. A part of her knew that she was getting better. Her stomach was growing with each passing day, which she knew was a good thing even if she did hate it. She was eating more and doing more, trying to catch back up. But, it took a very long time. Despite all of her steps toward normalcy, she was still having trouble remembering things. Belle remembered bits and pieces, like little flashes in her mind that she couldn’t place. It made her feel bad for him, since he wanted her to remember so badly. She wished she could remember. He seemed like a good man and he really did seem to love her. “Mr. Gold? I-I…” She paused, embarrassed. She’d only known this man for a couple of weeks and they had been quite a long couple of weeks. “If I don’t remember Belle, can I still feel things she did? I-I… I just mean…” She didn’t know how to explain herself and not sound stupid. Talking about her past as if it was a completely different person was strange and she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. Belle bit her lip, sighing as she decided to attempt explaining herself to him. “I know Belle is me. I got lost somewhere between there a-and here. I’m not Belle, but she is me. A-and… And you said we cou-” She was cut off by the doorbell, knowing what it was and yet still flinching at the noise. Belle stood still for a moment, but decided to quickly retreat to her room. It was too vulnerable, she’d been too vulnerable. She’d gotten so close to telling him, but part of her was actually rather glad that she’d been cut off. Belle felt like her heart would pound right out of her chest, not knowing what to do. She peeked out from her doorway, waiting for him to make his way toward the door. Belle had gotten a system. The bell meant someone was coming, which meant she quickly retreated to her room. Once she was safely there, she inched closer as he went for the door. She watched from the safety of the top stair, peeking around the edge of the wall to see who it was. 

She nodded to him, hurrying off the grab what he asked for. Belle came back, putting everything down beside him when the collar finally released and fell off. She paused for a moment, suddenly confused with the fog of the collar’s control gone. “Rumple…” Belle was feeling strange, not really knowing what she wanted. She knew that was the point of the object, the entire reason it was made the way it was. Belle reached out, wrapping her arms around him to hug him close. She didn’t know what she wanted, which made her very nervous.

8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other)

Belle had a bad dream, sneaking into his room and cuffing his wrist to hers. She sat there for a long moment, just letting herself watch him for a moment until he finally stirred. “Are you going to make me take them off now? I don’t want to…”