Fic: Not A Request
Title: Not A Request
Rating: G
Summary: “If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all” - Rumpelstiltskin demands that his new caretaker dine with him every night. Belle does not take commands well.
Inspired by the part in both the Disney and Robin McKinley retellings of the Beauty and the Beast story, where the Beast demands they together every night, and Belle initially refuses. More a ficlet than a full fic, but I rather like it.
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“Oh, and one last thing, dearie!”
He had returned: she had been calling for what felt like hours, desperate for a response from her new captor (she’d hoped employer, perhaps companion, but no, captor is the word). She’d been certain that she had been left to waste in this dark, dank little place, forgotten and alone.
“What?” she asked, holding back the lump in her throat. She would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her, of forcing tears from her eyes or sobs from her chest.
“You will dine with me, every night. This is not a request.”I just love seeing Rum felled by Belle’s passive resistance. And the ‘It’s always good to have a night in the dungeon to write home about’!
Rum has no idea at all how to deal with this girl. And yes, I think the dungeon thing was a ploy to increase his bad reputation more than anything XD
Fic: Not A Request
Title: Not A Request
Rating: G
Summary: “If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all” - Rumpelstiltskin demands that his new caretaker dine with him every night. Belle does not take commands well.
Inspired by the part in both the Disney and Robin McKinley retellings of the Beauty and the Beast story, where the Beast demands they together every night, and Belle initially refuses. More a ficlet than a full fic, but I rather like it.
—-
“Oh, and one last thing, dearie!”
He had returned: she had been calling for what felt like hours, desperate for a response from her new captor (she’d hoped employer, perhaps companion, but no, captor is the word). She’d been certain that she had been left to waste in this dark, dank little place, forgotten and alone.
“What?” she asked, holding back the lump in her throat. She would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her, of forcing tears from her eyes or sobs from her chest.
“You will dine with me, every night. This is not a request.”
