pandora-s-blog asked: 5 minute fic challenge: Rumbelle, Nightgown (because of THAT photo Emilie graced us with).
He has a meeting, this morning, but it’s early so he leaves Belle in bed. He assumes that the visitor will have been and gone before she wakes, and with any luck she will need have no knowledge of the agreement struck.
Maurice - once Moe, a florist and an assault victim - sits with his hands in his lap on the other side of the table. It’s silent, awkward, but necessary. His assailant is living with his lost daughter, and some things have to be talked about.
They have finished an agreement, come to an accord: neither will mention Valentines Day, and Belle will remain in the pink house, so long as Belle’s safety and happiness is Rumpelstiltskin’s eternal priority, above all else, and Maurice’s debts are cleared in full.
He’s so close to being done, so close to having done this without incident, Maurice walking down the pathway to the street, when a voice - small, childish, more lost than he’s ever heard her - comes from behind Rumpelstiltskin.
“Papa?” she is dressed only in the satin nightgown he bought her the day before, hair loose and waving about her shoulders.
He’d called her an angel the night before, as he set to work peeling the nightie from her smooth skin inch by inch. But now she looks like nothing so much as a lost little girl, the nightgown more innocent than angelic.
Maurice turns, and Belle is barging past her love and in her father’s arms before anyone can say a further word.
Rumpelstiltskin is afraid of tempting the man with his daughter before the ink is even dry on their bargain - for who knows what ideas he may have to liberate his child from the monster, as he did her teacup all those months ago? - but he’d never deny Belle anyone, and he’d never deny anyone his Belle. She is crying, happiness flowing from her like the folds of her little nightgown, and Rumpesltitlskin just watches in his shirtsleeves from the doorway.
His love is hugging her father for the first time in thirty years, and no one cares that she is outside in only her skimpy night things.
He finally strides down to her when she catches his eye and laughs, and Maurice passes his girl to her lover slowly, as if dying not to let go.
“Why was he here?” Belle asks, as she watches her father walk away, back to his shop.
“To make sure I hadn’t devoured you whole, I think.” Rumpelstiltskin half-lies, but she doesn’t catch it.
“Not yet, at any rate,” she says, and she leans up to kiss him deeply and full on the mouth, “Although not for want of trying.”
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