Rumple x Reader | Milah Take Two

Chapter 5

  Milah. That word was poison to you. Milah. The one who left you. Milah. The one who should be dead. Milah. The one who should never have come back. However, she did. You didn't know how she was alive, some spell most likely. Or many you had imagined it. But no, you didn't. It left thoughts racing through your head. Rumple had a face full of concern? He must have realised something had happened. He wasn't stupid after all. But you carried on. You and Rumple left after he made his business. It was probably for the better. Just as you turned to walk up the cold stone steps you heard,
"Y/N. Come here please," Rumplestiltskin's voice rang out. Nervously you walked over.
"Are you okay? You have been acting... differently, since the spell rebound. Are you sure you wish to continue training. If it's too much-"
"No I'm fine. It's fine. I'm just a little tired."
You interrupted. With a dismal of the hand you walked upstairs. And you began to think. As one does when they are left alone. Would Rumple ever accept you? Could he ever like you? Would he always love Belle? You lay in the cold bed thinking. Surely you could try and win him over. That's when you built your masterplan. How to make Belle not a problem any more.

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You awoke early, the sun climbing in through the gaps in the curtains. Carefully you climbed out of bed and put on your attire. Belle had to go, Sure it meant more work for you- but also more time with Rumple. Belle had to be rendered useless. Creeping town the stairs you soon reached the freezing kitchen. Warming the water for Rumple's cup of tea, He always liked one first thing in the morning, however, it was Belle's Job. With your magic you tried a spell Rumple had talked about often. A hexing spell, it was said to be untraceable. So you began. Trying your best to make everything go wrong for Belle. It wasn't bad was it? Of course it wasn't. You could have rumple and you two could be happy. As you began to walk up the stairs back to your room to wait it out you couldn't help but feel, a nagging voice in your head. A conscience perhaps. Telling you this could be a very bad idea indeed...