Ooooh thank you! I know it’s a probably a weird prompt meme thing but I got a bit tired of reblogging the same 50 sentences. So this is just something a bit different 🙂

Right your songs are:
– Club Foot
– Everlasting Love
– Inflate My Ego

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“If I can’t have you,” James snarled. “Then no-one will!”

Belle shuddered at the menacing tone. Gold frowned and grabbed the remote, hitting pause on the movie. Belle was laying back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, just another typical night at home. He’d been warm, comfortable, drowsy; Belle was in his arms and all was right with the world, until he’d felt her distress. Now their position wasn’t comfortable because he couldn’t see her expression.

“Sweetheart?” Gold shifted and with obvious reluctance Belle moved, curling her legs up against her and wrapping her arms around herself. “Hey?”

Gold put a finger under her chin and very gently pressed, encouraging her to look at him. Belle did for half a second before her eyes dropped.

“It’s stupid,” Belle muttered.

“Nothing you feel could ever be stupid,” Gold quoted, and Belle’s lips quirked in amusement, as he repeated the same phrase she often said firmly to him.

Belle shrugged and sighed. “I was half asleep really. So comfortable and warm, I was with you.” She smiled and reached for his hand. “It was the tone more than the words. If I hadn’t been half-asleep it probably wouldn’t have registered. You know me, I don’t scare easily …”

Gold laughed. “You my love are practically fearless.”

“Exactly.” Belle nodded once in acceptance. “But that night I felt a flash of pure terror … and then you saved me.”

“I think you saved me actually,” Gold disagreed.

“You don’t need to inflate my ego.” Belle rolled her eyes but she was smiling now at least.

Gold would compliment her all night if it brought light to her eyes, and besides he was telling the truth. He would have been fish food if Belle hadn’t been there. The fact that he might have possibly saved her first was irrelevant. As far as he was concerned, she was his hero.

“Oh I thought that was part of my job description as your husband?” Gold arched an eyebrow, a smile playing across his face.

“No the only criteria for that Mr Gold is everlasting love,” Belle said tartly. “Anything else is just like a gift of a rose.”

“Anything else?” Gold questioned with a glint in his eyes.

Belle bit her lip thoughtfully and then smirked, and turned to press up against him once more. She lowered her lips to within an inch of his. “Well maybe just one or two things …”

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A/N: Club Foot is about loving something so much and then having to kill it, at least I think. I had to look that one up as the lyrics weren’t clear and the title wasn’t easy either. I managed to get the other two titles in there though! 🙂