I wanted to write a fic in which Belle meets season 1 Gold and they screw their brains out. Unfortunately my own brain wanted to take its time over the set-up, so it ended up way longer than I’d planned. Therefore it’s no longer a one-shot, but a five-chapter fic. However, the smut definitely happens, because I’ve written it :) Overall rating E (obvs, it’s me) but this chapter T
She wasn’t sure how it had happened.
They’d been telling her she was mad for years, but she didn’t feel it. Perhaps that was the drugs they kept her on, but she didn’t think so. Besides, she had stopped taking those some time ago, pushing them into the side of her cheek and waiting until the severe nurse who brought them to her twice a day nodded and left, then stashing them under her mattress until she could slip them down the drain in the showers. Coming off the meds had made her brain clearer, her thoughts more coherent. It didn’t help with the dreams, but no one believed those anyway. Perhaps she really was mad.
She shook her head, walking quickly with her head bowed and her arms wrapped around herself, the cold air exhilarating on her skin after so long staring at the same four walls. Dusk had fallen, and the streets were quiet, but she was still attracting some curious looks, dressed as she was, and she quickened her pace. Dr Hopper had given her a bag with some clothes and shoes and some money, and told her she was free to go. She still didn’t know why, and from the stricken look on his face, he wasn’t sure either.