Hey there guys, well this is my first OUAT Fic and to be honest I love RumBelle…but I also love Killian Hook…So I decided to mesh the two together to create a twisted little story of my own. You will probably hate me for doing this but please read on for my little explanation so you can actually understand my twisted mind.
Okay…here goes.
Imagine that in the first season, Belle didn't leave Rum and she persevered with him, she was stubborn and eventually the two managed to live a happy life together without ever once letting their lips catch each other. After a few years happily together they had a daughter. Sadly not all is well, there were complications with Belle during the birth and these left her unable to bare another child. This hadn't become clear until Rumple came across Belle in a heap on the floor of their daughter's nursery.
After a few examinations, Rumple had found that the curse he bared caused this problem so to try and make Belle feel better, he gave her the gift of youth, she would physically stay the same age as she watched her daughter grow whilst Rumple could search for a counter curse to reverse the effect.
This became very difficult for him as he searched for a cure and his son but everything would unravel in the end. Eighteen later the curse takes effect.
Mr Gold wakes up in his luscious Salmon panelled home with his eighteen year old daughter. All three remember the previous world and do their best to help Emma break the curse.
This story takes place several weeks after the curse is broken when Killian (Hook) finds himself in the quaint town of Storybrooke Maine.
Belle lay entangled in the arms of her beloved Rum. She enjoyed nothing more than knowing that their daughter had gotten up especially early to open up the shop and give her parents a break. She wasn't entirely keen on the idea of her running the shop all day but early in the morning the only people who ever dared enter the lair of the 'dastardly Dark One' were those who were late on their rent and knew they could wangle the extra day out of the youngest member of the family, Floricella
Floricella stood behind the counter of her father's shop, a book in hand as she tapped her free fingers on the glass counter top. The smell of age old antiques now the most comforting scent known to her. It reminded her of her father's old study in the Castle. She adored hearing him talk about her older brother as he concocted his 'magical potions'. She knew he never really did enjoy talking about him to those who didn't know him but he had always made an exception for his youngest and only daughter.
Floricella was not a very tall young woman, coming in at five foot three. Her eyes were a stunning shade of pale blue which she inherited from her mother much like the rest of her facial features such as the soft curve of her jawline, her long brunette hair that curled softly as it cascaded down her back. Her body curved in all the right places and her skin was a soft ivory colour.
Floricella or Ella as she preferred, looked up from her book to find an older woman, much like Regina in looks other that the slight creases around her eyes and the lines that creased her forehead, walk through the shop door.
Ella placed her book on the counter and smiled up at the older woman, cautiously reaching out for her father's spare cane, just to make sure it was there.
"Good morning" the older woman's voice rang clearly.
"Good morning, is there anything I can do to help?" Ella asked. The older woman to a few steps closer as she shook her head.
"I would just like to know your name dear" her smile sickeningly sweet sending a chill down Ella's spine.
"Names are very powerful things" Ella joked "I am Floricella, but my friends call me Ella, and you are?"
"My name is Cora my dear, would you mind telling your father I visited " Ella nodded softly as she reached for her book once again "I'll be going now my dear, have a nice day"
Cora turned and left the shop and as the door slammed shut Belle made her way into the shop through the back entrance. "Ella! Are you here?"
"Through here mama!" Ella called back as she buried her nose in her book once again. A smirk found its way to Belle's lips as she watched her daughter flip through the age old book her father had given to her for her fifth birthday.
"I still think he was mad to give you such an advanced book at such a young age" she stated as she tucked a loose tendril of Ella's hair behind her ear.
"Mama, who is Cora?"
Belle turned to face her daughter, her eyes set with confusion. "She's Regina's mother sweetie. Why do you ask?" she inquired and she fiddled with a trinket resting on the counter top.
Ella shrugged "Just wondering" she mumbled and her concentration fell back to her book.
Both women sat in the store in silence and they went about their business. Belle dusted the high shelves in the store, despite her daughter pointing out her clumsy nature and Ella continued to read her book as she stayed at the counter, waiting for her father to return from collecting this months rent.
Hours past as the two went about their chores until Rumplestiltskin made his way into the store, his cane tapping against the floor, alerting the two that he was back. Belle turned to face the door, a soft smile gracing her lips as she made her way to her husband and pressed her lips to his own.
Ella smiled softly as she watched the two exchange a loving embrace. "Good morning Papa. How was Granny?"
"The same as usual, not to pleased that I had come a day early to collect the rent." A chipper tone lifting his voice. "Belle, could you be a dear and go take the car back home, there is something on the bed for you" He smirked as Belle smiled softly, pressing her lips to her husbands once again, taking his keys and leaving the store. Belle had become accustom to the constant receiving the many gifts her husband bestowed upon her but still managed to scold him when he'd gone too over the top.
As Ella heard the cars engine roar, she stood, placed her book on the counter and made her way over to her papa and wrapped her arms around his chest to feel his free arm that wasn't holding his cane wrap around her back and a gentle kiss placed on her forehead.
"Papa, a woman came into the store early this morning..." Ella mumbled into her fathers chest before pulling away and making her way back to the counter to pick up her book and close it.
"Oh yes?" Gold muttered.
"She said to tell you that she visited."
"Her name?"
"She said it was Cora..." Ella mumbled as she carefully examined her father's facial expression, searching for a reaction to determine just who this woman was to her father.
Gold's face twisted into an angered expression as he turned to his daughter. "What did she say?"
"Nothing else" Her words cautiously chosen as not to ignite her fathers explosive temper.
"Is she ever comes near you, ever again, you scream as loud and a long as you can. That woman is dangerous"
"Even more so than you?" She tested.
"I trained her sweetheart, no one is as dangerous as I am. Now, you have that alarm under the counter, all you have to do is flick the switch and I'll be here in a flash. I am off home, I don't suppose you would mind the shop for the rest of the day?" Gold asked with a gentle smile.
Ella nodded as she jumped up onto the counter, swinging her legs, a smile threatening to split her face in two. "Of course I can, not like I have much else to do"
"Thank you dearie" he uttered as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead then swiftly leaving the store.
Cora took the first step onto Killian's ship, once she found her footing she took three more steps and found herself standing on the deck of the ship, hidden from prying eyes by her powerful magic. She removed her gloves and threw them to the floor, only for the gloves to vanish in mid-air.
"Killian" she called, the smirk evident in her voice.
"Cora" the pirate emerged from behind the mast, his right hand tightening his hook as he spoke "Did you find the Crocodile?"
"Yes, but I have been struck with an idea. Much more effective than you're first"
"Well, lets hear it then..." The pirate encouraged.
"Stiltskin has a daughter. She's about eighteen, she must have been born in the old world but she is a simply beautiful young girl. Not a stunning young woman but pretty enough."
"Yes? What does this have to do with-" Killian tried but Cora cut him off.
"I stayed to observe the young girl and she is the apple of her fathers eye."
"And this is going where?" The pirate asked, becoming impatient with the witches games.
"Well instead of taking his wife, take his daughter. She is of age, steal her heart, rip it out of her chest...not literally...and crush it. Destroy her and let her do the rest"
Killian smirked maliciously. "I like how you think Cora" He paused and scratched the stubble on his chin. "Just how pretty is she?"
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I apologise for any mistakes. Please review with your feed back :)
