Date: 2022-07-31 08:36 pm (UTC)
noonedecidesmyfate: (belle - are you effing kidding me)
"Honestly, Five." Belle said, exasperated.

Luckily, her love life was Five, that one weekend with Harry, and Rumplestiltskin. She was used to impossible men.

"I assure you I am not suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, nor have I been coerced, or brainwashed, or anything else. I am in this room, and this bed of my own free will."

And she was quite willing to spend longer in this bed. They did still have more to talk about.
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