Summary: repeatinglitanies prompted: Belle is given a magical fortune telling octopus to take care of. On more than one occasion, Belle has to stop Rumple from frying it because the octopus breaks free of its tank to throw random objects at the sorcerer when Belle isn’t looking.
Word count: 3177
Yes. I did the thing.
"Don’t touch it.”
Belle jumps when Rumplestiltskin’s voice comes from behind her. “I wasn’t going to.” She tries not to sound petulant about it.
"Of course you were," he says airily, waving one hand in the air before pointing a long finger at her. "If you know what’s good for you, you won’t go anywhere near it."
"What is it?" she finally manages to ask. Whatever it is resides in a large tank that has come to take over a good third of the main room of the Dark Castle. The table has been shoved to the side, the fireplace is no longer accessible. Instead there’s just a large tank full of murky water and something moving inside it. She can’t make it out, really. Which was why she was leaning toward it in the first place.
He levels his gaze on her and for a moment he looks serious. But then the grin returns, wide, maniacal. “It’s an octopus, dearie.” And he giggles. “Sure you’ve heard of them.”
Stan for the Stanley Cup? But how would anyone discover he could talk and tell fortunes? And what happened with the deal? Couldn’t Rumpel find someone who wanted Stan? I’m surprised he took him in the first place unless he had a “buyer” in mind. These are the kind of details that bother me, even though I know you were just going for the humourous situation. Which you did very well! As long as I didn’t think about what an octopus looks like, Stan sounded like a very personable companion to talk to. I feel like it’s wrong to have octopus fic when Gepardo isn’t around; however, you should tag him so he sees it when he gets back! :)