Drabble Day

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Prompts of the week:
Based on last Sunday's episode, write a scene you think the story line needed or a scene you wish the writers included or extend an existing scene.
OR
Trust

100 - 1000 words. Post a link in the comments to longer fics. You may choose to write your drabble based on one or both. If you choose both, please put each drabble in separate comments.

If you need to, please use the spoiler tag. < lj -spoiler > < / lj - spoiler > (no spaces) Remember, not everyone has seen all the episodes.

If your drabble is rated R or higher, please note that in the subject line.

Have fun!

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RumBelle: Tears and Schemes (Soft R/M)

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She used to love coming to bed when she first married the man who had haunted her every dream for years. They had already shared so many adventures and secrets together, but in the bedroom, behind closed doors, with him, she was able to put into effect every love scene she'd ever read. They had adventures of an entirely different, and completely unwholesome, type in their bedroom. Every night was excitement. Every night, she felt loved.

It hasn't been all that long since she married him, but the honeymoon, as she's read it written several times, is definitely over. She puts off going to bed now until either he calls for her presence or she's falling asleep standing up. She dreads going to bed now. She dreads laying with him, and a part of her hates her for it.

She wants to think the way she's been feeling lately is because she's still ashamed of the way she acted in trying to cover her own dark secret. She wants to think that it's nothing more dire or horrible than her betrayal of him when she tried to save Anna by herself. She wants to think it's nothing that will last, nothing that will drive a permanent wedge between them, nothing that will end this fairy tale True Love she's believed for so long that she shares with him. She wants to believe she can still save him.

But the truth is, she's afraid he's too far gone this time. He's doing something again, and although she doesn't know exactly what it is, and can't even begin to so much as guess at it again, Belle knows it's horrible. It's horrible, it's another secret he's keeping from her, and it's not the only one. She didn't call on him on his behavior when she held his dagger and commanded him, but she's no fool.

She knows Rumplestiltskin as well as he knows himself, or so she at least thought once upon a time. She still knows him enough to realize that he didn't completely obey her orders when she held the dagger, and that means she doesn't have the real dagger. He knows where it is, and he's lied to her to make her, and the whole town, believe that she has control over him and he can never go evil again.

The man she sleeps with her every night, the man she still loves despite everything he's done before, is turning back to his evil ways. She reasons with herself on a nightly basis, telling herself that maybe he's just trying to resurrect Bae, that maybe he's just trying to keep any one from controlling him again, that maybe he's trying . . . She doesn't know. She's come up with every possible reason for his behavior over the last couple of weeks, but none of them feel right. She can't ask him; she can't trust him to tell her the truth.

And in that, she knows, is where the greatest trouble lays. She loves Rumple, but she can't trust him. Whatever he's doing now, and for whatever reason he's doing it, he's still lying to her again. They're married, and her husband is hiding dark truths from her while pretending that he's doing nothing about which she doesn't know. Laying in bed again with him tonight, Belle closes her eyes and tries to pretend that everything is as it was when they first married. She tries to pretend he loves her, tries to pretend she can trust him.

Re: RumBelle: Tears and Schemes (Soft R/M)

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But, in truth, the way she feels isn't too far from how she felt during her first nights in his castle. She knows he's dark, but she doesn't know how badly. She knows she can't trust him. She knows she's lying to him, and she doesn't know when those lies will stop, or where. She's terrified that they won't stop until there's nothing she can do to save him.

He pulls her against him, and she pretends to go willingly. He kisses her, and she puts on her normal facade, acting as though nothing is wrong, acting as though she still loves him and trusts him as greatly as that first night on which she happily gave herself to him for the first time. He was her first; he will be her last. Whatever happens, Rumplestiltskin will always be the one great and True love of her life.

Yet when they are done, when she lays still in his arms and he pretends to sleep, silent tears track down Belle's face. In the dark night, her heart isn't the only one that hurts. Rumplestiltskin hopes that all he's doing won't cost him his greatest prize, but he can't tell her, not yet. She won't understand. He's got to find a way to bring his plan to fruition without her ever finding out, without breaking her heart, without losing her and breaking his again too. He pretends to sleep, but all the while he schemes, and all the while, she cries.

The End