The ocean of darkness

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold Hello, Dearies. tracked tag: anoceanofdarkness

[ask-hierophant]

Freaks in the Middle - Hiero x Rumple (cont. from Master & Servant)

[ask-hierophant]

Her eyes fell to the floor, an innocent look of confusion upon her face, genuinely perplexed. “I work for myself,” she shot back, fingers idly gripping onto his cravat. “I work for myself and clearly you don’t want me workin’ for you no more. Wouldn’t you prefer a change? Somethin’ different than a normal ‘lil killer that does what you want? His head…I chose the exact second for that cut, that exact groan of pain and release…” her emotions went in a whirlwind, tumbling into a reckless little tornado as she smacked a hand against his chest, pushing him towards the nearest wall and pinning him there. “What do you want from me now besides a caged bird, huh? Want me to be there for that lizard cock when you wanna fuck on the ceiling?”

[anoceanofdarkness]

Hierophant was an absolute psychopath. Worse than Rumple himself, which intrigued him to no end. The way she spoke of decapitating the woodsman was enough to make even his skin crawl. He went willingly against the wall, smirking at her in amusement. There was never any telling what she was going to do next, which was the one reason other than the prophecy that he enjoyed her company. At least... from time to time. "On the ceiling?" he kept repeating what she was saying. This was almost too fun. "Well, well, well that would be interesting."

[ask-hierophant]

Freaks in the Middle - Hiero x Rumple (cont. from Master & Servant)

[ask-hierophant]

"You’re a fool," she spat, eyes flaring. "The moment you decide ‘ta sit easy is the moment you lose that little reputation," she crossed her arms, unflinching at his sudden close proximity to her. "You’re going to make me sit and wait are you?” she laughed then, her giggle nearly mirroring his. “You act like I’m some sort of…fuggin’…toy! I’m not here ‘ta be in one of your stupid cabinets and I’m not here to be considered nothing to you. You fuck me like a fuggin’ animal and that must mean something.”

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple giggled again. "Well of course it means something, Dearie!" he exclaimed, now just altogether amused by the entire situation. "It means I find you... entertaining." That was all she was to him. There were no feelings of depth there. Only that she intrigued him with her complete incomprehension of reality and ruthlessness. Only that. "I'm not about to lose my reputation. It's been alive much too long for that. Don't confuse your place!" He stepped closer to her again. "You work for me."

[ask-hierophant]

Freaks in the Middle - Hiero x Rumple (cont. from Master & Servant)

[ask-hierophant]

She flinched at his voice, lifting her head to meet his wide, odd eyes with her dulled blues. “You think I’m stupid,” she stated, rather than inquired. “I’m not stupid, Rumple…storskin…” she spat, pushing from his lap with a huff. If you can’t fuck ‘em…beat ‘em. "You obviously want to make your name known in this land and this,” she nudged the disembodied head with the toe of her heeled shoes, stubbornly refusing to let go of the ridiculous shoes. “Is the key, darlin’. Spike it on somethin’, send it to this Queen on a platter and let her sob because her ‘lil fucktoy is gone. Did you know that, hmm? He reeks of apples and seein’ that…well, I did some research in that ‘lil dusty library…”

"I guess he and I had somethin’ in common with that, two ‘lil pets…" she sighed, shaking her head. "But really, don’t fuckin’ underestimate me. Unless you’re one of those ‘orders only’ stiffs…What? Gonna spank me?"

[anoceanofdarkness]

"I want you to make my name known in this land?" he repeated her, his tone amused and with a lilting giggle that followed. "I accomplished that long ago, Dearie." It was clear that he wasn't going to get anywhere with the girl, so he stood and walked toward her so they were merely inches apart. "I don't need you for anything. At least, not yet. The only reason you're here is to fulfill a prophecy. I'm not yet certain what your purpose will be, but I've been assured that it will be something." He leaned in even closer. "Until then just be... patient."

[ask-hierophant]

Freaks in the Middle - Hiero x Rumple (cont. from Master & Servant)

[ask-hierophant]

Her red lips curled at his dismissal, fisting her hands. “Stop. Ignoring…” she pushed his arms aside, straddling his lap with a swift lifting of her leg, “me…" she pouted then, blue eyes quivering with "emotion." She nuzzled his chest, his shoulder, his own cheek with her own. "Please, I just did fuckin’ like…everything for you…I killed him and…I even brought his head back when he was all slack jawed and shit and…you didn’t even see…” she whined, sniffling loudly. “You don’t even want me, do you?”

Hiero ground herself against him then, wriggling on his lap with another snivel. “Rummy…I just want some comfort…you don’t even fuckin’ sleep with me at night and that’s all I want, really…well, besides the fuckin’ and stuff but…you just act like I’m not here and order me like some stupid ‘lil maid…I’m not a sweet ‘lil work girl with some sort of addiction to cutesy little quotes and inspiration…” She was sick of it all. Hierophant was a needy little kitten, after all, and her master lacked in providing it besides while they rutted like fiends. “I feel like you don’t even want me here no more…” she planted her face against his shoulder with a huff, glaring off towards the opposite wall.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple allowed Hiero to push his hands away, settling his hands at her hips while she straddled him. Well, there was one thing that could be said of her. She was quite alluring, more so than even Cora had ever been. Perhaps he could teach her magic, that might stop him from being so completely irritated with her presence in his castle and in his life. He barely registered what she was saying, he had heard it so many times before. But one comment she made stuck in his mind as she leaned up against his shoulder. "You brought his head?" he said incredulously. "I didn't tell you to do that, Dearie!" She was more unhinged than he was, and that was saying something. It only served to make him wonder what in the world she was meant to do for him to fulfill the prophecy.

[ask-hierophant]

Freaks in the Middle - Hiero x Rumple (cont. from Master & Servant)

She really hadn’t wanted to kill the guy. He was too fuggin’ pretty to look at, modest eyes, scruff, and fuckin’ hell that body. He’d been a bit of a fight though, reeked of perfume and apples. Halfway through, the little huntsboy’d given up. He’d given her the perfect opening, thanking her before she’d slit his throat. She despised this land all the same. No cable, no guns, absolutely nothing but rusty swords and armor. She stuck out like a sore thumb, a white ‘lil kitten among a black litter of ‘em. She trudged into his castle, a glare in her eyes and a grimace on her lips as she noted that he was spinning. As fuckin’ usual. She dropped the head at his feet, giving it a swift kick. “Your ‘lil huntsman is dead,” Hierophant spat, giving a growl. "I’m fed the fuckin’ hell up with this place! I want a fuckin’ bath and I want something else to fuckin’ wear besides this fuckin’ skirt because I don’t give a fuckin’ shit how fuckin’ nice I look, I…I want…" she gave a frustrated shriek, reaching out with a jerk to halt the wheel’s incessant spinning. "I want attention! That’s what I fuckin’ want! What did you want with me, plant yer ‘lil lizard eggs and let me off on my own?!"

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple had underestimated just how much of a chore it would be to have Hiero around. He still hadn't found much use for her, but his vision had told him that he would, and he wasn't one to discount his seeing abilities. They had never let him down before. But this was beyond ridiculous. She was never satisfied with anything. She complained about the sleeping arrangements, the work she had to do around the castle to lighten his workload, and what she was given for meals. Most of all, she complained about the land and how primitive it was. It was a bloody nuisance and he wished he could simply cut her loose, but he knew he would need her one day. And when that day came, whenever it was, he would be sorry he hadn't held onto her. The only thing she didn't complain about, apparently, was the sex. Which he had to admit himself was fairly phenomenal.

He was at his spinning wheel when she returned, already in the middle of a sentence it sounded like it. It was difficult to decipher through all the profanity, but it seemed to be a par for the course rant. The clothes, the hygiene, she was covering all the bases. Rumple only looked up from the wheel when she stopped it, telling him that she wanted attention and brought up him impregnating her again. She was overdue for that one. It was still the last thing on earth he wanted. "And a good afternoon to you as well, Hierophant," he said, unfazed as he pushed her hand off the wheel and started up again.

[hislionheartbelle]

Coming Home - Rumbelle RP

[hislionheartbelle]

She said nothing, tears staining his scaled jacket, fingers curling around him, trying to keep him with her as long as she could. She’d been an absolute mess the day after, something she didn’t want to think upon. He had relied on her to remain strong and take care of the town, but it had been Leroy who found her in the back aisles of the library, tears streaming on her face. "Come on, sister, he’s too stubborn to die." The formerly lovelorn dwarf had tugged her to her feet after that, a snug hug following. “I never doubted that you wouldn’t return to me, Rumple,” she managed in a choked voice, trying so very hard not to break down before him, sobbing as she clenched onto him.

She finally did pull back, her arms still hugging to his, body poised in front of him to defend him from whatever on-comers  could approach them. She’d waited so very long for him, she’d dealt with so many interruptions, unfair assumptions. It was time for her to have him and for him to have her. “Y-You’re wearing the jacket…” she pointed out with a faint smile. “You wore this…” her fingers trailed down the smooth scales. “When we first met, I think.”

[anoceanofdarkness]

Of course Belle had never given up on him. She never did, even when he was so certain there was nothing there to hang onto. But she always found something, some reason to go on loving him despite it all. He clung to her tightly, never wanting to let her go. This was Belle, the real Belle, and now he couldn't imagine how he had ever been fooled in Neverland. There was no comparing the real thing to a fabricated illusion. The way she smelled, the way she felt in his arms, the way her kisses tasted. It was all so unique that it could never be duplicated, even by his own imagination and memory. He chuckled when she stepped back and made a comment about his attire. "Well, not this one exactly," he explained. "That one was a bit... spikier."

[goldsdrunkenbeauty-blog]

Lacey entered, carrying the cup and strutting over to his desk, setting it down. "I, uh, broke a few dishes...And, uh, chipped a cup. You can barely see it..." She finished lamely, betting she would get fired. Not that she cared. She was merely working off her debts.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Of course she had broken dishes. He was fairly certain there hadn't been  a day when she hadn't. But in the end it didn't really matter. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford dishes. "Well, it is just a cup," he said, getting up and rounding the desk. "What I'm more concerned about, Lacey, is your work ethic."

[hislionheartbelle]

Coming Home - Rumbelle RP

[hislionheartbelle]

Her shoulders stiffened immediately, breath catching in her throat as she slowly turned to face the source of the soft uttering of her name. Her lips parted immediately, eyes widening as she unsteadily stood, reaching towards him as if she feared he would be drawn away, as if it were too good to be true. Where were the Charmings and the previous mayor? In moments like these, they always found a way to tear him away from her.

"I waited…" she softly uttered as she took slow steps towards him, eyes filling with tears, more and more by the second. "I-I never stopped believing that you would come home to me…" she grasped his shoulders once she reached him, just as he had when she had returned to him in her amnesiac state, to assure he was real. "Rumplestltskin…" she finally spoke his name, tears squeezing from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. "You’re home," she threw herself at him, squeezing him in a tight embrace, one that she never wished to end, ever.

[anoceanofdarkness]

She was looking at him like she couldn't believe he was real. He supposed he couldn't blame her for that, after all he'd told her that she would never see him again. But this was Belle, and he knew it would be foolish to think she would ever give up on anything. Not like him, who had taken the word of his enemy when it came to her apparent death and spent his last years in the Enchanted Forest mourning a loss that hadn't occurred instead of going out and saving her from the prison Regina had held her in. But he knew there was one moment in his life when he had looked just as she did now, disbelieving and needing to reach out and touch the thing he thought he had lost forever. He let her, the feeling of her familiar touch on his shoulders making tears spring to his eyes before he finally wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, a few tears trailing down his cheeks. He nodded, tightening his grip on her more. "I'm home," he promised her.

[goldsdrunkenbeauty-blog]

Today was a particularly bad day for Lacey as she dropped and broke three plates, scuffed the floor and chipped a teacup. Knowing he'd probably be angrier if she told him later instead of now, she walked towards his study and knocked, scowling.

[anoceanofdarkness]

"Come in," Gold said gruffly when he heard the knock on his office door. No doubt it was Lacey, coming to tell him of some new disaster that had befallen her over the course of the day. She'd managed to muck up so many things in just the few weeks she had been here, he had started to make private guesses about what it would all be. Today he had his proverbial money on broken dishes. Of course, there were always broken dishes.

[hislionheartbelle]

Coming Home - Rumbelle RP

Her fingers idly toyed with the metal bands around the sleeves of her jacket. She’d been so mystified by the garters, interrogating Rumplestiltskin about the purpose of them when she caught him with his suit-jacket off. She smiled faintly, nearly feeling as if he were there with her now. She always did, though. She imagined he was standing a step behind her each day as she went about the town, checking in with Leroy and Granny to assure things were running smoothly. She imagined the clack of his cane, his soft brogue uttering advice. She sat at the edge of the dock, hands clasped together, glancing at the ring she’d found in the pawnshop. She wasn’t sure of the previous owner and part of her had feared that it could’ve been cursed, but it actually felt nice to wear it, another item that kept his presence nearby. She glanced out at the still waters, worrying at her lower lip with a slow sigh. Another day gone by without him…She nearly laughed at how melodramatic she sounded, much like Juliet with her Romeo. 

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple had met up briefly with the others after they'd saved Henry. They'd been arguing, of course, over the best course of action to get out of Neverland. There was a simple enough solution to it all, but he wasn't about to share it with the rest of them. Instead, he told them all to have fun trying to find a way home and that he would be making his own way. Leaving them again, mercifully, he walked out to a clearing in the jungle and summoned the shadow he'd sent away weeks ago to hide his dagger. Grabbing hold of it, he lifted off and was soon enough headed toward home.

He touched ground not far from his shop. He wasn't far from the docks, in fact they were in his line of sight. He imagined it would be days before the others found some other means of getting off the island. But even so, the docks weren't empty. Even from this distance he could see a small figure sitting at the edge, feet swinging just above the water. Curious, he teleported over to the dock the figure was sitting on, and felt his breath hitch when he saw who it was. How many days had she sat out here like this, waiting for him? A sudden and extreme guilt hit his gut at his insistence that he would never return and it was fine in the end because she truly didn't need him. "Belle..."

[hislionheartbelle]

"No! Belle!" Rumple tried to move, but found that he was held down by an invisible force. He didn't remember how he got here, or who the dark figure was that was now bringing its fists down upon his true love. He could hear her screams, drowning out his pleading for it to stop, for whatever was holding him down to let him go so he could go to her. Little did he realize, he was crying out in his sleep.

Belle was jostled awake by the abrupt cries, slowly pushing herself up with squinted eyes. “Rumple..?” she hoarsely questioned, following the shouts to her side to see him struggling and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Rumple!” she repeated as her hands flew to him, one squeezing his shoulder and the other on his cheek, desperately stroking. “Rumplestiltskin, please, wake up, it’s only a dream,” her voice was soft, but the woman was afraid. To see him so upset over a nightmare only led her to wondering if he’d been dreaming of Bae again.

[hislionheartbelle]

Belle looked up at him, snuffling softly, constantly wiping at the blood ebbing from her nose. “I…” she was at a loss for words, afraid that anything she said could throw him into feeling more guilt. “Please don’t…blame yourself, promise me,” she gently touched his waist, the only bit of him she could reach without having to move much. “Please, Rumple…You promise me and…get that ice pack and we can talk for a little bit…”

[anoceanofdarkness]

"Belle I..." Rumple sighed. He'd promised her things in the past, but only things he could truly keep his word on. He was a man of his word, and that was even more important to him where Belle was concerned. So it was the only honest thing he could do when he said, "I can't do that." This was his fault, after all. He'd hit her, and now she was bleeding because of him. He hated himself for it, and thought she should too. But of course she was Belle. Always forgiving him even when he didn't deserve it.

[hislionheartbelle]

"No! Belle!" Rumple tried to move, but found that he was held down by an invisible force. He didn't remember how he got here, or who the dark figure was that was now bringing its fists down upon his true love. He could hear her screams, drowning out his pleading for it to stop, for whatever was holding him down to let him go so he could go to her. Little did he realize, he was crying out in his sleep.

Belle was jostled awake by the abrupt cries, slowly pushing herself up with squinted eyes. “Rumple..?” she hoarsely questioned, following the shouts to her side to see him struggling and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Rumple!” she repeated as her hands flew to him, one squeezing his shoulder and the other on his cheek, desperately stroking. “Rumplestiltskin, please, wake up, it’s only a dream,” her voice was soft, but the woman was afraid. To see him so upset over a nightmare only led her to wondering if he’d been dreaming of Bae again.

[hislionheartbelle]

"Rumple…" her voice was broken as she leaned in, trembling fingers sliding into his soft locks, drawing him to her to snugly embrace him. "I’m so sorry," she squeezed her eyes shut, her brow furrowing. "It was all an accident…I’m safe, Rumple, I promise…no one hurt me," she winced as her nose gave a twinge of pain, swallowing heavily before drawing back. "I…I’ll go get ice…" she mumbled, moving towards the door with a dizzy gait.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple held onto Belle, burying his face in her neck and crying again. He hated himself for this. He'd hurt so many people in his life, but he could always say he had tried not to hurt Belle after they'd reunited in Storybrooke. And now he'd done this to her. Rumple got up immediately when he saw Belle was a bit unsteady on her feet, reaching out and putting his arm around her shoulders. He guided her back to the bed and sat her down gently. "I'll get it, Love," he said.

[anoceanofdarkness]

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[goldsdrunkenbeauty-blog]

*casually leaves this here for you...*

It was now two months since Lacey had started working for Mr. Gold. She’d always been told that her drinking and hustling would get her in trouble, but she never believed it. Until now. There wasn’t a drop of alcohol in the house that she could find and the menial labor of laundry, sweeping and cleaning was enough to drive her mad. Leaving the house wasn’t allowed and she didn’t even bother to ask why. She’d learned to leave him alone while he was in the house instead of the shop and he had a horrible temper when something went wrong. Which unfortunately for her, was quite often.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Gold didn't particularly like having the girl in his house. She was clumsy and rude and didn't seem to care at all about his things or the work she was doing. He'd lost his temper with her more than once because of her utter carelessness. He was about at the end of his rope with this girl and seconds away from tossing her out on the street where she belonged. Although, truthfully, he had to admit she was rather beautiful. There was something about her that captivated him, even as he felt like wringing her neck for getting everything wrong she possibly could.

[hislionheartbelle]

"No! Belle!" Rumple tried to move, but found that he was held down by an invisible force. He didn't remember how he got here, or who the dark figure was that was now bringing its fists down upon his true love. He could hear her screams, drowning out his pleading for it to stop, for whatever was holding him down to let him go so he could go to her. Little did he realize, he was crying out in his sleep.

Belle was jostled awake by the abrupt cries, slowly pushing herself up with squinted eyes. “Rumple..?” she hoarsely questioned, following the shouts to her side to see him struggling and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Rumple!” she repeated as her hands flew to him, one squeezing his shoulder and the other on his cheek, desperately stroking. “Rumplestiltskin, please, wake up, it’s only a dream,” her voice was soft, but the woman was afraid. To see him so upset over a nightmare only led her to wondering if he’d been dreaming of Bae again.

[hislionheartbelle]

She slowly took the tissues, fingers almost slow as she pressed them to her face. “Rumple, please don’t…” she murmured, voice muffled by the tissues. “It was only an accident…” she tried to keep the pain off of her face, but her nose and cheeks throbbed with each movement of her mouth. “Please, at least tell me what it was?” she pleaded, frowning lightly as she took his hand again, squeezing it. “I want to help you.”

[anoceanofdarkness]

How could she forgive him for this? He'd hit her and caused her pain, and he didn't deserve forgiveness for that. She put up with so much from him, and he would never understand why she stayed time after time. He squeezed her hand back, not crying anymore but still feeling the strain in his heart over the fact that he'd done this to her. "Someone... I couldn't see their face... they were hurting you." Ironic, in the end, that in his desperation in his sleep to save her he'd harmed her in reality.

[hislionheartbelle]

"No! Belle!" Rumple tried to move, but found that he was held down by an invisible force. He didn't remember how he got here, or who the dark figure was that was now bringing its fists down upon his true love. He could hear her screams, drowning out his pleading for it to stop, for whatever was holding him down to let him go so he could go to her. Little did he realize, he was crying out in his sleep.

Belle was jostled awake by the abrupt cries, slowly pushing herself up with squinted eyes. “Rumple..?” she hoarsely questioned, following the shouts to her side to see him struggling and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Rumple!” she repeated as her hands flew to him, one squeezing his shoulder and the other on his cheek, desperately stroking. “Rumplestiltskin, please, wake up, it’s only a dream,” her voice was soft, but the woman was afraid. To see him so upset over a nightmare only led her to wondering if he’d been dreaming of Bae again.

[hislionheartbelle]

"No magic," she finally managed to rasp out, swallowing heavily. She lifted a trembling hand to his face, giving a muted sob. "No," she resumed after finding her voice once more, "P-Please…only accident…" she managed, her fingers curling against his cheek. "Scared me…" she leaned in, pressing her forehead to his for a short while, calming herself. "W-What…What was it, the dream?" she quietly questioned, her blue eyes searching his chesnut eyes.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple let out a shaky breath as Belle leaned her forehead against his. He wished she'd let him fix it with magic. She would be fine and wouldn't have to be in this pain. Her suffering was the last thing on this earth he could endure,  and he only wanted to take it away. "It doesn't matter," he said in response to her question about the dream, getting up off the bed and getting tissues for her. "Here," he said, handing it to her. "I'm so sorry." He didn't mean to hurt her, but he had, and it was his fault.

[hislionheartbelle]

"No! Belle!" Rumple tried to move, but found that he was held down by an invisible force. He didn't remember how he got here, or who the dark figure was that was now bringing its fists down upon his true love. He could hear her screams, drowning out his pleading for it to stop, for whatever was holding him down to let him go so he could go to her. Little did he realize, he was crying out in his sleep.

Belle was jostled awake by the abrupt cries, slowly pushing herself up with squinted eyes. “Rumple..?” she hoarsely questioned, following the shouts to her side to see him struggling and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Rumple!” she repeated as her hands flew to him, one squeezing his shoulder and the other on his cheek, desperately stroking. “Rumplestiltskin, please, wake up, it’s only a dream,” her voice was soft, but the woman was afraid. To see him so upset over a nightmare only led her to wondering if he’d been dreaming of Bae again.

[hislionheartbelle]

Belle’s hands covered her face, trying to halt the blood that was flooding from her nose. Tears freely fell, mixing in with the dark red mess on her face and hands, the woman distantly hearing Rumplestiltskin’s voice. Past ghosts held her heart in a chilling grip, recollecting the pirate who had come to her in search for a way to kill Rumplestiltskin. He’d hit her so quickly that she hadn’t even been aware until Regina flaunted about it the next day. She tried to speak once more, her voice dying in her throat, but her eyes panicked. Not for herself, but Rumple. He’s hit me and he’ll surely blame himself…I can’t let him…I can’t! She reached for him with one hand, eyes pleading.

[anoceanofdarkness]

Rumple reached out for Belle out of instinct, wrapping his fingers around hers and helping her back up onto the bed. He gave a sharp intake of breath when he saw the damage he'd done up close. Blood was flowing from her nose and her cheeks were stained with tears. Reaching up, he wiped away her tears with a shaking thumb, his own still flowing freely. "I'll fix it," he said, fighting every instinct he had not to just fix her with magic without asking. But he was trying to change, as much as this pained him. "Oh gods... Belle... I've hurt you."