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[Wow okay I haven’t been on in like ages and I am so sorry for that. But it’s a new year and I think I may have the time/energy to be on again so I will be. I’m going to be on a new blog though, so if you want threads continued now, or at any point in the future, feel free to let me know. Otherwise I hope you guys have fun and sorry for being gone, but if you do still want to play know that I am up for it. Thanks and I hope to see you over on my new blog.]
"I want to make a deal with the Dark One!" [from a younger Collie]
He tilted his head as he looked down at his daughter, a smile starting to slip onto his face. A deal? What kind of deal could she be wanting? He knelt a bit so he could look the little girl in the eyes. “And just what sort of deal would you like to make?”
“I dunno. I gotta meet him first.” Collie explained, glancing up at her father. “Do you think the Dark One is really as scary as they say?” She asked curiously. “‘Cause I don’t. No one is scary when I have my Papa around.” she said confidentially.
Oh his daughter was entirely too precious. “Well, you tell me how scary you think he is,” Rumple charged his daughter as he leaned in closer. “Because you just happen to be talking to the Dark One right now.”
Finding Souls | closed with thecursedspinner
justmilah:
Her eyes narrowed as someone decidedly not Rumple came to greet her. The words he spoke conflicted with what she knew.
On the one hand, her son was far too young to have fathered a child the last she knew. On the other, perhaps more time had passed than she originally believed.
Milah had no way to know unless she asked David. Part of her hesitated but the rest was far too curious. “How could Baelfire have a child when he himself is barely fourteen?”
She leaned forward a little as though she wished to share a secret. “Would it upset you to know I wish Rumple harm? The last I remember is my heart in his hand as I bid my love farewell.”
@justmilah
“You know Baelfire?” David asked, startled. SOme may accuse him of being stupid, but he was well aware that if this woman knew Bae as a fourteen-year-old, she must have missed a few years. Potentially centuries, though she was on Neverland so she could have known Bae from here.
“Um... well yeah he’s not fourteen anymore. He’s... I don’t know in his twenties or thirties? Actually centuries old since he lived on Neverland, or here, and so didn’t grow up during that time but... yeah.”
And then she mentioned wanting to hurt the dark one, and mentioning that he’d killed her. David was not really sure what to say to that, but he did figure that Rumpelstiltskin could take care of himself.
“And um... I mean he’s sort of immortal from what I’ve gathered so not sure you could do him much harm. So I guess as long as you aren’t after anyone else we should be fine.”
You’d totally help me. You would. You know you would.” (To Imp Rumple because cuteness with Belle trying to get him to admit he cares xD maybe the married verse? Or another imp verse!]
“No I wouldn’t! Not at all! Or… Maybe I would but that is just because you are my maid! And you are no use to me if you can’t work!” He was yet again glad for the fact that a blush was not easily seen on his skin, because that would be a dead give away to the fact that he was embarrassed and would indeed care. But he couldn’t admit it. That would be admitting weakness and he couldn’t do that. “Now don’t you have something better to do? Because if not I’ll assign you something,” he threatened.
lxve-conquers:
The assignment Rumple gave her made Belle smirk, giving him a short nod in response to show she would do as he ordered. “Yes, sir. Tea it is.” She said just as she was about to leave, but then something stopped her. She moved closer to him and without thinking it over, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and pulled back. “Thank you.” She murmured nervously, her own cheeks turning bright red as she glanced downwards, hands clasping together. “For, uh…for making me feel useful.” She finished, a sweet smile pulling at her lips as her eyes locked onto his face once more, hoping she didn’t make him angry or overstep by making such a bold move. “I’ll go make the tea now…” And with that, Belle hurried her way out of the room, heart racing a mile a minute. Did she really just do that!? Did she kiss Rumplestiltskin’s cheek!? She touched her lips gently with her fingers, a tingling sensation left from that simple kiss, and she smiled to herself. Was it too bold of her to do so? Probably. Did she regret it? No. No, she didn’t.
He was just starting to relax when she turned back around and came to kiss him on the cheek. Kiss him. Him. His brain pretty much just stopped working at that, and his eyes widened as he stared at Belle as though she could somehow fix his brain since she was the one who’d broken it. It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t comprehend. She... why in the Enchanted Forest would she kiss him? “Um... right,” he finally managed to respond in an attempt to seem like he was a normal person. As she was leaving. He sighed and very nearly banged his head down on the table. Whatever it was about Belle that made him crazy, kissing certainly amplified it. Did that mean... could it be...? No, no surely not. The world had shone him time and time again that love was something he couldn’t have. Surely he wasn’t foolish enough to fall for someone again. Surely. Only then he noticed his heart was beating faster than it should and he moaned. Damn him he was foolish enough to fall in love again, wasn’t he? He rose, trying to ignore his thoughts and feelings as if that would make them vanish, and went over to his spinning wheel. He needed to forget this before he got hurt. As if that was possible.
The Dark One slipped up behind his wife and hugged her close to his chest, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "I don't think I'm going to go make deals today. I'd rather just stay home with you." [Dancing Flowers verse cause Rumple wanted to send Belle cuddles <3]
Belle jumped just a little bit when he snuck up behind her, having not heard him come in, but when his arms wrapped around her, she hummed and leaned back into him. “Mm, I thought you had left already,” She whispered, her hands moving to rest over his arms, keeping him right where he was at. “You don’t have to go, Rumple. You can stay here with me,” She whispered, leaning her head back against him. “Unless they’re really important?”
He smiled when she leaned against him, inhaling the scent of her hair as he nuzzled his head up against hers. “They aren’t that important,” he assured her when she expressed concern. That was his wife, always worried about him, and oh wasn’t that the most wonderful feeling in the world. “If something urgent comes up I may have to go deal with it, but for now there is absolutely nothing pressing. Other than my desire to be right here with you.”
[Hey guys sorry I have been gone for like ever. School took over my life and I have been having some personal problems. When that happens I unfortunately seem to draw into myself and so my friendships suffer and I am sorry for that. I love all of you guys and should be around a bit more rn (cause spring break). I am sorry I am bad at keeping in touch and I hope some of you will want to interact still. Regardless I hope you all are doing well and I promise to try to do better at not just drawing into myself and disappearing.]
Collie wants kiss number two from her papa c:
He leaned forward and kissed his daughter gently on the forehead, unable to resist. She was just so adorable and he wanted to show her love. “You are so kissable,” he told her, before planting another kiss on her nose as if to prove it.
Collie giggled happily, wrapping her arms around Papa before leaning back in his lap to reach up her face, pressing a very slow and deliberate kiss on his own nose. “You’re funny papa.” She giggled again.
He smiled down as his little girl kissed his nose, loving that she liked to play around with him like this. He knew one day she’d outgrow it. But for now he was going to enjoy it. “I’m funny hmm? Maybe that’s because I got too many kisses to my funny bone. Maybe I should kiss yours so you’ll be funny too!” He teased, moving down to kiss her elbow.
[As you can see I’m lurking. I’ve been so busy with my sister’s dog but I am free now. School starts up again tomorrow but hopefully I can be around a bit more. Sorry everyone.]
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Mine [from Collie]
He knew that this was technically cheating, but no one seemed to care. He doubted anyone really would want to spend money to get a day alone with him, his contribution to the fundraiser for Collie’s school. They did like biding though, driving the price up. And Rumple had given his daughter permission to spend as much money as it took to buy this particular item.
So soon enough Collie had won, earning a whole day with her Papa. Rumple grinned at her, coming over and giving her a little bow. “I’m all your’s my lady,” he teased with a grin.
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Collie kept grinning, skipping around her father in a circle. “I want ice cream. Can we go get some, Papa?” Her voice was hopeful.
He smiled at how sweet and innocent his little girl was. Some would have asked for tons of toys or to be allowed to do something their parent had already said no to. But not Collie. “Of course sweetheart,” he agreed, grabbing her and lifting her to sit up on his shoulders. “Of to the ice cream store!”
"It's dangerous for a Royal to be walking around alone."
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“I’m saying that you never do anything without a very good reason. Or am I wrong about that?”
She inquired, tilting her head the slightest bit.
He regarded her closely, eyes narrowing.
“That is a good observation. And yes, you’re right. My question would be, what do you think my reasons are?”
It’s Been Too Long
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She froze, feeling breath coming out in sharp hitches rather than smooth. Belle kept holding her breath, only taking breath when she’d absolutely needed to. Almost like she thought remaining still and not breathing would help her hide. He was angry with her and she knew that, but it was honestly comforting. For both the fact that he was making progress toward being himself and the fact that he did want to be closer to her. She’d felt so distanced since Rose had no rules and he so easily opened up to being her papa rather than being her husband. Belle threw it all aside, turning around and grabbing him rather quickly. She hugged him, holding him as tightly as she could. It was almost like she was afraid he’d vanish if she released even a little bit. “I will always be different… She slowly started losing strength in her grip, releasing him to just let herself drop to her knees in front of him. “I’m sorry, Rumple. I’m so sorry for pushing you away. Th-they said I needed to make you feel loved and accepted… But, that I couldn’t be intimate because it would confuse you. To be patient. It’s so difficult, Rumple… It’s just so…” She looked up at him, quickly looking back down before she could really make out his expression. She didn’t want to know if it was fear, she couldn’t. “I-I… You’re my husband. I’m so used to coming to you with all of this, to you handling everything. I’m so used to kissing you and touching you, to letting you be here for me. But, they told me not to push you. You’re not the man you were, you’re not as strong. I-I… I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, that you were still my husband. Th-that I still loved you and that I need you. But, they keep saying you’ll need to be taken from me if I can’t keep things appropriate and help you get better. And I keep… I keep calling Zelena, trying to anyway. I keep calling her and then I remember that she’s the reason for all of this. She held our daughter, she talked me into trying to move on… Assured me you had ran off when you found out I was pregnant before I could tell you. Rumple, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I stopped looking for you. Bae never gave up, but I did… I believed you were gone a-and you were right in front of me. And you still feel so gone…” Belle blinked away the tears as much as she could, trying to catch her breath. He had started all of this by insisting and trying to be close to her, but she’d exploded. She’d gone on a wild ride of emotional insanity, telling him far more than any of them thought he could handle. And, more than that, she’d let herself show him just how weak she was. She’d wished she could take it all back, to go back and simply deflect his words like she should have. But, she couldn’t. The jar had been opened and she couldn’t close it completely. “Rumple… I-I… I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need this.”
He hadn’t expected her to hug him, but he hugged her back, arms wrapping tightly around her to hold her close. Because he liked being close to her and somehow he could sense she needed to be close to him. And then she fell to her knees before him and he dropped down too, confused at just what was happening but longing to try and help her. And then she was talking about needing him but people telling her she shouldn’t. About missing Zelena, something that honestly relieved him because he missed her too, sometimes. He understood that she was bad, and he didn’t miss a lot of the things, like being in a cage and all. But he did miss knowing exactly what was expected of him. But the worst then was when Belle said he still felt gone, even though he was here. Because he was trying his best but it wouldn’t enough and that hurt more than anything else could. “You’re wrong there,” he muttered, hand reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face, as if rubbing them away could force all the sadness out of her. “I do need this. I... it helps, knowing you trust me with that. And knowing you want to be close to me too.” He moved to sit on the ground instead of kneel, since his bad ankle was starting to hurt. He remembered Zelena making him kneel for hours at a time, unmoving. Belle wouldn’t do that to him. “I... I wish I could just fix all of this like you need me to. But... well since I can’t maybe we can fix it together?” He hated that she kept trying to fix it on her own. He wanted to help her in every way he possibly could. She just had to let him. “I know I’m not who I used to be, and I know that this is weird for you but... please let me be closer. Please? Keep telling me things like this, let me try and be there for you like you are for me. I just want to know that I’m not just the shell of the man you knew, just something you have to protect out of obligation. I want to know I contribute. Please let me?”
Caught Unawares
xonceuponafuckx:
He’d taught her quite a bit, which she was glad for. Belle just still felt strange and lost. A part of her knew that she was getting better. Her stomach was growing with each passing day, which she knew was a good thing even if she did hate it. She was eating more and doing more, trying to catch back up. But, it took a very long time. Despite all of her steps toward normalcy, she was still having trouble remembering things. Belle remembered bits and pieces, like little flashes in her mind that she couldn’t place. It made her feel bad for him, since he wanted her to remember so badly. She wished she could remember. He seemed like a good man and he really did seem to love her. “Mr. Gold? I-I…” She paused, embarrassed. She’d only known this man for a couple of weeks and they had been quite a long couple of weeks. “If I don’t remember Belle, can I still feel things she did? I-I… I just mean…” She didn’t know how to explain herself and not sound stupid. Talking about her past as if it was a completely different person was strange and she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. Belle bit her lip, sighing as she decided to attempt explaining herself to him. “I know Belle is me. I got lost somewhere between there a-and here. I’m not Belle, but she is me. A-and… And you said we cou-” She was cut off by the doorbell, knowing what it was and yet still flinching at the noise. Belle stood still for a moment, but decided to quickly retreat to her room. It was too vulnerable, she’d been too vulnerable. She’d gotten so close to telling him, but part of her was actually rather glad that she’d been cut off. Belle felt like her heart would pound right out of her chest, not knowing what to do. She peeked out from her doorway, waiting for him to make his way toward the door. Belle had gotten a system. The bell meant someone was coming, which meant she quickly retreated to her room. Once she was safely there, she inched closer as he went for the door. She watched from the safety of the top stair, peeking around the edge of the wall to see who it was.
He wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say, but he just listened, holding her hands in his gently and giving her time to find the words she was looking for. It sounded promising, what she was saying. That she felt some of the things she’d felt before, that she may not be the person she used to be completely, but still was somewhat. At least, that was what he was getting out of it. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was getting at, but he still gave her a small, encouraging smile. But then the blasted doorbell went off. He was about ready to punch whoever was at the door, because there Belle went, retreating to her room. He let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair before he stalked down the stairs, throwing the door open and giving one of his best glares to the unfortunate person standing on the other side. “What do you want?”
Do What You Want
xonceuponafuckx:
She nodded to him, hurrying off the grab what he asked for. Belle came back, putting everything down beside him when the collar finally released and fell off. She paused for a moment, suddenly confused with the fog of the collar’s control gone. “Rumple…” Belle was feeling strange, not really knowing what she wanted. She knew that was the point of the object, the entire reason it was made the way it was. Belle reached out, wrapping her arms around him to hug him close. She didn’t know what she wanted, which made her very nervous.
“Hey sweetheart,” he mumbled gently, holding her close and using his magic to send that stupid collar away. “I’m here. And I’m sorry. I... I didn’t know what to order you to do but I had to do something to get that thing off. I’m so sorry if I hurt you Belle,” he told her, petting her hair the way that he knew she liked, hoping that might bring her some comfort after her having been controlled for so long.
“Restrained?”
8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other)
Belle had a bad dream, sneaking into his room and cuffing his wrist to hers. She sat there for a long moment, just letting herself watch him for a moment until he finally stirred. “Are you going to make me take them off now? I don’t want to…”
She sighed softly at the cuff keeping them together, looking down at Rumple as she attempted to control the amount of frustration on her face. “Rumple… You need to take these off now. What’s wrong? Just talk to me.” Belle was trying to remain calm since she was on some amount of thin ice when it came to keeping him home with her rather than somewhere else.
He woke up, rather confused, eyes locking with hers. He didn’t at first understand what she was saying, but then he felt the cuff around his wrist. He looked, seeing the other cuff was attached to hers. He sighed. “What’s this for,” he asked her, gesturing to the cuffs. “Why do you want to do this?” He didn’t want to make her take them off because he didn’t like that she thought she had to listen to everything resembling a command that he said. So he hoped they could talk through this instead.
Rumple looked at Belle, nervous and anxious and jittery. The ladies had scheduled a lunch with him, the ones who said they’d been his coworkers. And when Belle had work. He didn’t want to be alone with them, or really be around them at all even if they did give him money. He just... not today. He didn’t want to today. He didn’t realize that was because today was the anniversary of the day he’d married Belle. All he knew was that it felt wrong to do that today. “I don’t want to go to lunch with them today. I don’t want to be apart from you today. Can’t I go to work with you? I’ll be good.” His free hand had already slipped into his pocket, wrapping around the key. He didn’t get it out just yet though, even though she’d said he needed to. He wouldn’t, not until they’d talked about this.
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“With Peter, I don’t think that boy has a mean bone in his body. He’ll be more than happy to teach you…” Archie smiled to Gold again. Whatever these people had done in the time God had been missing must have been horrific. Archie hated to bring it up, but it needed to be asked. It was obvious Gold no longer had his magic, and the limp had returned, though Archie didn’t know when it had originally occurred or why.
“Rumple,” Archie spoke more seriously, using the name his charge would perhaps be more comfortable with, “Could you tell me how these people have hurt you?”
The smile slipped off his face the moment that his rescuer asked what had been done to him. His face grew white, pale, and he shuddered to even remember. But when someone asked a question, you answered. That was how it worked. “They chained me up. They hit me with… I don’t know what they were called. They hit me with their hands and feet too. The worst though was when they had me hurt myself.” He shuddered as he remembered that weird dagger with his name on it, and how he had to do whatever they said when they were holding it. “I was bad. They had to hurt me. But I’ll be good now I promise. You don’t have to hurt me I’ll be good.”
