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[FTL Prompt] Rumple comes home from a deal to find Belle has decorated his castle with hand made Yuletide decorations.

Something seemed off about his castle. It appeared more vibrant, more lively. Not that such a thing was an unusual occurrence nowadays, not with his maid brightening the place up. Still, his castle seemed cheerier than usual.

The doors to his dining hall opened with a command of magic, and he saw Belle startle and a blush tinted her pale cheeks. He smelled the faint hint of pine trees, and when he walked through the doors the scent became very potent to his senses.

His eyes wandered around to find holly berries, wreaths, and pine cones strewn about the room. To the far right of the room he noticed a small pine tree, adorned with decorations of various shades of red,green, gold, and silver. And to top it all off, his pretty maid beamed at him as if she hadn't turned his castle into a festive, cheery place while he was away.

"What is all of this, dearie? I leave the castle for a week and I come home to find this." He held his hands out, gesturing to the adornments on the walls, tables, windows, and above the hearth.

"It's Yule, and I figured this place needed some decorating. I spent all week collecting the supplies to decorate your castle. You should thank me." She smiled, and giggled but bit her lower lip to stifle anymore possible laughter.

"I should thank you? Well, you've certainly grown bold since your first days here."That wasn't entirely true, she had gone toe to toe with him since she had arrived. "First the curtains and now this."

She chuckled again, putting a hand to her mouth. Another flush of crimson appeared on her cheeks. What on earth had her so giddy?

"What's so funny, dearie? And tell me, don't play games." He demanded while pointing at her, but in a playful tone.

"You're standing under mistletoe, Rumple."

Realization dawned on him as his gaze lifted up, spotting the greenery above him. He smirked at her. "Well, no one else is standing with me. So, I assume this little tradition is null."

"Well, I can fix that." Her little heels clicked on the floor as she walked towards him.

What was she doing? He stayed glued to the spot as her arms wound around the tops of his shoulders, his heart fluttered in his chest knowing the pretty girl pressed her warm body against his own. She closed the distance between their lips with a chaste kiss, and she slid her arms from his shoulders to place her hands on his chest.

"Merry Yule, Rumplestiltskin."

She smiled, then turned away from him. Rumple was so stunned he remained where he stood, attempting to calm the butterflies in his stomach.