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MOMRRY FIC 7 🤍🧸
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O' Christmas Tree
by Anonymous
At a stoplight, he finds himself doing some retrospective thinking of his own. Instead of going over one of his fifty or so mental to-do lists, his mind drifts to Harry’s dimples, the way his whole face changed when he smiled, how some of the pine trees almost matched the green of his eyes perfectly. It’s- well it’s annoying is what it is. He can’t spend all his time thinking about some tree farmer with broad shoulders, he’s got bigger fish to fry. Girl Scout meetings, homework charts, client lists, lots and lots of very large fish sitting around waiting to be fried.
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Louis has a busy schedule to keep and a daughter to raise. He definitely isn't looking for a relationship. Enter Harry Styles, a local Christmas tree farmer that seems just a little too good to be true.
Louis & Harry | Rated: Mature | 15K words | On AO3
Child! Rumbelle prompt: Belle has a bad dream during nap time.
Nap time was Rumpelstiltskin Gold’s least favorite time of day. He wanted to be active instead of laying on the floor quiet. He never took naps, he thought naps were stupid.
Today was no different, everyone was laying on the floor somewhere sleeping, except for him. He was observing his fellow classmates, wondering what he could do for them to get some candy.
A disgruntled noise from beside him had his attention. Belle was whimpering in her sleep, her little face scrunched up, and tears were leaking out of her eyes. It was obvious to the four year old she was having a bad dream.
“Belle.” Rumple whispered, his little hand shaking her. “Belle, wake up. Come on.” Another shake and her eyes snapped open and she sat up.
He was at her side instantly, his little arms wrapped around her. “It’s okay, Belle. it’s okay.” He rocked her back and forth and didn’t complain when her fingers dug into his back.
He would do anything for his best friend.