#imp!verse

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Could I ask for an Honest Puck flashfic? I'd be happy for anything really, but I wouldn't mind seeing them almost getting caught by someone. Belle's father, or another fairy perhaps.

Absolutely!  Here’s your flash fic for reblogging this post.

“Oh, miss, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Belle shook her head wearily, pushing aside the pot.  “No…I’m just nauseous, that’s all.”

“You haven’t thrown up like this since you stuffed yourself sick at your ninth birthday,” Eliza said worriedly. “But you’re healthy as an ox, no fever, no chills…why do you feel so poorly?”

Belle stared at her reflection in the mirror.  Eliza’s eyes widened in horror.  

“Oh, miss…” Her voice broke. “You can’t be–”

“Eliza, I’d like to be alone,” Belle said quietly. “I wish to rest.”  

Her old chambermaid rushed out of the room, eyes filled with tears.  Belle shakily stood from her bed, feeling light-headed and woozy.  She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her hands tracing the span of her stomach.  She still looked thin, a bit pale.  But in three months or so…

“What are you doing?”

“Rum,” Belle cleared her throat.  Her imp smiled at her toothily, swinging up from her window.  He sniffed.

“Are you sick?” He wanted to know. “I’ve an herb for that.”

“No…” Belle sat on her bed tiredly. “Not sick. Just a…strange morning.”  

He stared at her.  “Strange…how?”  

“I don’t know,” She confessed. “It’s…it’s not possible, is it? To…be with child?”

“No,” Rum said confidently. “Not at all. I prepared for such a contingency.”  He twirled a dark curl around his finger and Belle sighed a little in relief.

“And there’s…there’s no way around such a contingency?” She leaned against him.  

“I have kept you private,” Rum assured her. “No one of my kind knows of your existence.”  

Belle lifted her head.  “If were someone were to know, though. What then? Would someone be able to…be able to trick you? Or get around whatever magic you’ve set forth?”

He stilled.  She felt a cold chill creep down her spine.  

“I must go,” Rum stood. “I must…attend to something.”  He kissed her swiftly and flashed out of the room.  Her heart hammered in her chest.  There was no denying it.  His confidence had slipped every so slightly into something akin to fear.  

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Imp Verse Rum, have you ever turned any of Belle's suitors into something?

One attempted to climb her windowsill to…attempt his suit forcibly.

I turned him into a beetle and crushed him.

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imp!verse Rum, have you and Belle ever slept together in the fairy world?

I'll admit it is a tempting thought. There are several glades, ethereal woods, places where magic is thick to the senses, where lovemaking would be...succulent. But taking her to Fairyland is far too dangerous

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Imp!verse: Belle reads up on strange imp turn-ons.

Rum had introduced Belle to a world she'd never known.  A world of magic, a world of enchantment, a world of desire and need.  Part of this world she never should've experienced until she was married--but Belle had little regret for that.  Her impending nuptials were doubtful to lead to any sort of happiness or pleasure and she'd been complacent in the fact that her life would remain stagnant--without adventure.

Until Rum had entered her life.  

He seemed to delight in pleasing her--whether it was with little gifts or in other more...tangible ways.  However, one evening, it occurred to Belle that she was unsure of what pleased him.  She blushed to think of his wicked smirk between her legs, as he tantalized her into ecstasy, and she was suddenly filled with the strange longing to have that same power over him.  

She went to the library to research such things, and admittedly, had very little luck.  Thankfully, she'd gotten quite a few books from her Fae caller regarding folklore and fancy--as he had appreciated her interest--and though most were fiction, she found a few historical accounts that were helpful.  

Some were strange.  The scent of buttermilk attracted the Fae, as did warm summer evenings and lyre music.  Lilacs and lavenders, full moons, and the taste of honey were also appealing to them.  

Belle was unsure whether what she'd read was nonsense or actually had legitimacy.  Nevertheless, she was willing to to give it a try.  

Rum had promised her a fortnight ago that he would visit her this evening.  He had chosen a good day--a midsummer's eve with a hot, blazing moon.  Belle ordered her maids to leave her alone this evening, claiming a headache, and set to work.  She bathed herself in cold buttermilk, discovering it made her skin glow comfortably.  She plucked several blooms of lavender from her garden and lay dried bunches of lilacs on her pillows.  Finally, she decorated her bed with rose petals, as she was rather fond of them.  The book had said nothing of roses, but given the frequency of his giving them to her, Belle figured he must have a penchant for them.  

She sat on her bed, listening to the night breeze, in naught but a pale pink shift, waiting for him to arrive.  

Her curtains shifted and she smiled to see him climb over her windowsill.  Rum did a double take when he saw how her bedroom was decorated, his nostrils slightly flaring as he inhaled the scent of rose and lavender.  

"Hello," Belle greeted, rather shyly.  

He went to her immediately, inhaling her neck.  "What is all this?" He murmured against her skin, causing her to shiver.  

"I wanted to surprise you," Belle swallowed. "With...things you might like."  

"Hm," Rum lewdly licked her neck. "You taste delightful. As per usual, but tonight...what is that..." He sucked gently at the base of her throat, and Belle's fingers dug into her sheets.  

She grinned at him, gently pushing him onto her bed.  He stared at her in what could only be described as pure awe as she mounted his thighs, feeling brave and virile.  

"Tonight," Belle murmured, watching him tremble at her touch. "It's my turn."

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imp!verse Rum and Belle, where did you two finally consummate? Belle, did you have to seduce him?

My...my garden.  And yes.  He wouldn't have otherwise...well, not without proper persuasion!

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Follow up to my other ask, Nanny!Verse, Rumple, did anything interesting happen between you and Belle while you were locked in the library by Regina?

I'll admit I...may have let us remain trapped in there for longer than I should have.  It was nice, being confined with Belle.  She is in her element in that library and I am happy to let her shine.  

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Imp!Rum, Impverse!Belle, what are your favorite fantasies about one another?

Rum:  I'm rather fond of her flowers fantasy...I shall have to see what I can do to make it a reality.  And of my own, I would dearly love to take her, repeatedly, have her scream my name--my full name--for all of the Fae to hear, that I am hers wholeheartedly.  

Belle:  *blushes*  I, well...sometimes I imagine us bathing...*goes red and can't finish her sentence*

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Imp Rumple- What if Belle wanted a child? You don't want another man touching her but you don't want her to carry her child. But doesn't Belle deserve to be a mother (and doesn't a child deserve to have a mother like her?)

*narrows eyes*

I dislike this question.