Summary: This is set after they hear her story but before the curse. Prompt from temporalteatime on tumblr- Dark One!Belle: Her spinner makes her gifts. (clothes, accessories, whatever you like).
Rumplestiltskin sat at the spinning wheel Belle had given him a few months after he and Bae began working in her castle and tried to teach Bae how to use it.
"Papa, I don't want to learn," Bae whined.
"You nag Belle to teach you magic but you won't even let me teach you a respectable craft?" Rumplestiltskin said, irritated with his son.
"Are you saying magic isn't respectable?" Belle said from behind him, sounding insulted. He spun around and beamed at her, rough green skin and all.
"You're back!" Bae yelled, jumping up and running over to her.
"I am," she said, patting his arm before fixing Rumplestiltskin with a playful glare. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm saying that spinning is more respectable than sorcery," he said as he leaned over to pull a small bundle of fabric out from underneath his stool before walking over to her.
"Hmm," she scoffed, narrowing her eyes at him.
"How did the execution go?" Rumplestiltskin said, marveling over the fact that if someone told him a few years prior that not only would such a conversation become normal for him but that he would be having it with his true love, he would have told them they were crazy.
"Wonderful," Belle said, flashing a razor-sharp grin. "Snow White prevented her prince from killing Regina and now Regina can't kill either of them, so she'll just be more desperate to find a way to hurt them."
"Which is where you come in," Bae said.
"Aye," she said, hoisting herself up to sit on the table before eyeing the fabric in Rumplestiltskin's hand.
He shifted uncomfortably and thrust it out to her. "I made it for you. Your hands are always freezing when you return from dealing so I thought that they would come in handy…" He fell silent as he watched her fall silent, staring at the dark blue gloves he had made with thread he spun and wove. "If you don't like them, then—"
"No!" She looked sharply at him and he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "No, Rum, I love them. It's just… It's been a long time since anyone has given me a gift, let alone one they made for me." She held out a hand for him and when he took it, she pulled him towards her until she could rest it on his chest. "Thank you."
He smiled broadly and took her hand off of his chest, raising it to his lips to kiss, ignoring the gagging sounds Bae was making behind him. "You're welcome, sweetheart."