#Rumple Fan

[yokiamine]

in every universe we piss each other off

[countrymusiclover]

The Siphoning Princess

"Prince Charming and Little Dark One, what a pairing."

What if Rumplestilskin had a daughter who was the one to really fall for the one the realm called Prince Charming. Jaide Stilskin feared she would never be able to have a real relationship with anyone given the state of her uncontrollable magic until she met the famous prince. When the Evil Queen gets word of The Dark One's daughter, she decides to destroy her father's happiness by destroying his daughter's.

1 - Princess Jaide and Prince David

2 - Princey in the Hospital

3 - Mr. John Doe

4 - Siphoning Princess

5 - The Baby Daddy

6 - Something Isn’t Right Here

7 - Second Chance at Love

8 - Two Little Princesses

9 - Wolf in the Woods

10 - Me Wee Barin

11 - Playing Princess for a Day

12 - Getting some Advice

13 - Conflicting Feelings

14 - Taking the Chance

15 - Reckless Parenting Style

16 - Reckless Parenting Style pt 2

17 - I’m Done Hiding

18 - A Heartfelt Phrase

19 Magic isn't Innocent

20 - The Trial of Renae Hunter

21 - What Happened to Graham

22 - Her New Father

23 - Always two-steps Ahead

24 - Why I Hate Apples

25 - Bye Bye Curse

26 - Dealing with the Evil Queen

27 - Captain Hook

28 - Deals are a Stilskin Thing

29 - The Delicate Flower

30 - Finding the Wardrobe

31 - The Dark One and Rapunzel

32 - The Life We Could Have

33 - Into the Fire

34 - Getting Back Home

35 - Making a New Home

36 - Family under One Roof

37 - The Search for Baelfire

38 - Emma’s Past Lover

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list [ @mystrey101 @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @onentaien-kwara @maximedallas @melvia-ito

@child-of-of-the-sunshine

[leclercskiesahead]

Some of yall act like Carlos had a whole Jekyll-Hyde personality switch at Ferrari and suddenly switched back after touching a Williams car

[tia-arte]

That's what's actually happened in this episode.

[notonlymice]

rumbelle + the raven king (a french fairytale) au moodboard

[petty-d4bblr]

First sketch of 2024

[weyounthevorta]

Crawford Tillinghast Goes Thrifting

[a-vctlan]

im working on hojo's about in the meanwhile, and just. my man. your calendar. clear it. stop doing so much. calm down. stop being involved in EVERYTHING. how do you have the TIME

[flowerforever-lau]

Rumple Buttercup by Matthew Gray Gubler • wallpaper

Edited by: @flowerforever-lau

[notnursenightingale]

And now, farewell, Sir Knight; and if you cannot think of me as a man of nice conscience, acknowledge me at least as one of reason and judgement.

|| Sir Walter Scott, The Fair Maid of Perth

[stormy-writer]

Rumplestiltskin Drabble - The Armory

WC: 327

A dark room, dust everywhere. Shields hung on the walls, and weapons sat in racks. The only available light being the small window in the wall, sun rays bouncing off the glistening metal. But that's only in the mornings when the sun is rising and it peeks through the bars. At night, not even the moon can light the shadowed room.

As the castle settles, the large, heavy door creaks open, then shuts swiftly again. Quiet footsteps walk through the room, a torch in the hand of whoever was so daring as to be here at night. And yet, the stranger sets it down, leaving it against the stone floor to dimly light his path. He looks around, peering at the objects scattered around the armory. But he has no interest in the swords and shields battered from wars and fights, nor does he find the plated armor or shining chainmail to be what he's looking for. He keeps walking, searching.

Then he spots it, in the very back. Hidden behind rows of racks and layers of shields. A set of armor, much unlike the others. It was dark, a weathered grey with a tint of a magical murk, casting an impossible shadow over its entirety. Yet it somehow glimmered. Not in the firelight, but in a purple hue, unusual to be found within the walls of the armory. A sinister grin spread across his features as he let out a giddy chuckle.

He walked, almost pranced, towards the object of his fascination. His scaly green fingers tapped together in anticipation as he neared the suit of spiked armor, and his sharp black nails clicked against each other with each tap. As he placed a clawed hand against the cold, dark metal, he could feel the energy radiating from it. It was almost as if it was vibrating, so subtly. Again, the man- no, the thing giggled. Oh, how Rumplestiltskin loved collecting his dues from a deal.

Short little Once Upon A Time Rumplestiltskin drabble. I'm obsessed with this rat bastard.

[countrymusiclover]

8 - Two Little Princesses

Part 9

The Siphoning Princess

Tag list [ @mystrey101 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @onentaien-kwara @melvia-ito @child-of-of-the-sunshine

“Jaide intensely stared at the Evil Queen slowly taking the apple from her hand, taking a bite from the poisonous fruit.  The Queen watched the girls eyes began to close with her body collapsing on the ground giving her the signal to disappear in a puff of smoke -“ 

Tessa hit my leg when I paused our bedtime reading.  “Keep reading, mama!” 

“Okay, okay, calm down missy.” Clearing my throat when I turned the next page we saw Charming and Rumplestilskin standing on a beach with the Dark One holding up a ring.  “Now knowing that his true love was in danger, Prince Charming was determined to find her and all he needed was his mothers wedding ring.  For that specific ring was now enchanted and would glow the brighter he got near her.  “With this, Prince Charming.  You will find my daughter.” 

The front door opened making me lift my head from the book.  Emma had moved all her stuff into our spare room upstairs.  Currently me and my daughter were lying on the couch reading.  “Hey, sorry I was out late.  Graham had me work his night shift.” 

“Oh it’s alright.  There’s leftovers from dinner in the fridge for you if you’re hungry.” 

She hung up her coat and put her keys in the bowl by the front door.  “Thanks, Renae.” 

“Mama, finish the story.” Tessa poked me in my side. 

Seeing how late the clock on the wall read it was already past her bedtime.  “Not tonight, bug.  You have school tomorrow.  So it’s time for bed.” 

“But mama!” She whined. 

Pointing toward the staircase I closed the book, placing it on the living room table.  “Go to bed now, Tessa.” She gave me a sad look going up the stairs but I knew she wouldn’t regret going to sleep now when the morning came. 

“So - have you told her about the whole Graham being her father thing yet?” Emma strolled over, sitting down beside me on the couch. 

Laying my head back on the furniture I sighed.  “Not really.  I’m not sure I’m ready to explain to her why her father and I aren’t together. “ 

“I know I wasn’t used to having Henry around but now I can’t imagine him not being in my life.” Emma slumped her shoulders walking into the kitchen and I followed her, sitting on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island.  “You know I can’t get past his crazy theory on who my parents are.” 

Leaning my elbows on the island I asked the other blonde.  “Yeah.  What’s his theory?” 

“That my parents put me in a magical wardrobe and set me to this world to save them.” 

Grinning ear to ear I couldn’t help but wish our lives were like fairy tales in Henry’s book.  “Awe, that’s adorable.  Who does he think they are?” 

“Well for one.  You.” Emma shifted her gaze over to me. 

“Me?” 

She gave more explanation.  “Jaide Stilskin.” 

“So that would mean Jaide had two daughters.  Tessa and you.” I put the pieces together, tapping my chin in deep thought.  “I wonder what Tessa’s fairytale name would be?” 

“According to Henry it should be Cecile.” 

Knitting my brows together I felt like I had heard that name before.  Like I knew I’d picked that name in another life.  Either way I liked how it sounded.  “That’s pretty.” 

“Apparently that book that he found doesn’t exactly have the stories in the most traditional sense.” She heated up her leftovers walking up the stairs and I followed her, opening her bedroom door for her. “Thanks, Renae.” 

Sending her a smile I was about to head out the door till I noticed a baby blanket laying inside one of her unpacked boxes.  “Your blanket looks like Tessa’s baby blanket.” The name was stitched with the exact same purple yarn which I found to be slightly odd. 

“Henry would say that’s because we're supposed to be twin sisters.” Emma said, taking a bite full of food. 

Leaning in the doorway I picked up the blanket looking it over.  “It would be interesting considering one of you is 28 and the other is only 8 years old.  Henry’s right in believing though, sometimes we always should embrace our inner child.” 

“Yeah, I agree.  Sometimes being an adult or living in reality can suck.” Emma slumped her shoulders watching me lay her blanket down and exiting her room.  “Goodnight Renae.” 

Pausing outside my daughters bedroom door I peeked inside seeing she was fast asleep, cuddling with her unicorn stuffed animal.  “Cecile would’ve been a cute name for you, my sweet girl.” 

Hearing thunder clashing outside the castle window I gripped my husband’s hand in mine, struggling through the next round of contractions.  “I can’t have these babies now!” The Evil Queen’s curse had descended on our Royal castle right as I went into labor. 

“Doc, do something. It’s going to be okay. The wardrobe is almost finished, just hold on.” Doc, one of the dwarfs that had befriended Snow and I followed his instructions, dabbed my forehead with a cloth. 

Geppetto enters the room with Prince Charming and I. “It’s ready.”

“ It’s too late. We can’t move her.” Doc shook his head, noticing Charming starting to pick me up to go through with putting me in the wardrobe with the babies. 

I wasn’t sure when I had started pushing but I knew it was more painful than what I was expecting it to be.  I bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of my energy that I had left.  An infant's cry filled the room where I threw my head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the midwife wrapped the baby in a blanket handing them to me once I had sat up again. "Congratulations my lord my lady, you have a baby girl.”

“Can I hold her - ahh something’s wrong.” I raised my hands and Doc nearly placed the babe in my arms until I suddenly felt another wave of pain crawling inside my body.

“The other baby still inside of you is coming now. You must push.” Doc checked underneath the blanket over my open legs.

Baring my teeth I clutched my eyes tightly closed using the last bit of energy and strength that was left inside my body till suddenly another infant cry filled the chambers.  “It’s another girl, Jaide.” Doc declared wrapping the second baby in a similar blanket to the first one’s. 

Laying my head against the pillows I attempted to catch my breath as much as I could manage.  Charming came over carrying each baby in each arm until he laid the first one down in my lap.  “Emma.  And that one - she’s Cecile.  What do you think?” 

“It’s perfect. They’re perfect.” He stared in awe at the infant in his arms.  His green eyes shifted back to me making sure I was alright but he saw me crying.  “What’s wrong, Jaide?” 

“The wardrobe… It only takes one.” 

“Then our plan has failed. At least we’re together.” Charming leans forward kissing baby Cecile on her head, coming closer to comfort his other two girls in his life. 

Sniffing through tears I realized that I couldn’t let Emma who was declared the Savior to be cursed.  I couldn’t let either of my children be cursed.  “No. You have to take them. Take the babies to the wardrobe.”

Charming gave me a confused look.  “Are you out of your mind?” 

“No, it’s the only way. You have to save them.” My voice croaked when I begged my husband.  

He begged me to see that this was a bad idea, yet he knew once I made up my mind there was no changing it.  “No, no, no. You don’t know what you’re saying.” 

“No, I do. We have to believe that they’ll come back for us. We have to give them their best chance.” Sobbing through heavy tears I locked my gaze with his blue eyes.  “Trust me.  I don’t want to separate our family.  I want to raise our daughters.  But we can’t let them be cursed alongside us.  This is how we protect them from Regina.” 

“Actually you can raise one of them and still protect her too.” 

My husband and I sharply turned our heads seeing my father standing at the foot of the grand bed.  “Papa! How did you escape your prison cell?” 

“That doesn’t matter now.  We won’t have much longer to protect Cecile from Regina.” 

Charming questions the dark one.  “Protect her how?” 

“May I?” Rumplestilskin held out his open arms and I slowly handed my second born over to my father.  He created a small white object and placed it into her hands.  “When she wakes up she will be eight years old.  The perfect age to still believe in our stories when we can’t remember who we are,” 

Charming saw the tiny white elephant object in his daughter's hands.  “How does an elephant protect her?” 

“It will ensure that she stays with her mother.  The mother and daughter bond will remain intact.” 

Kissing Emna on her forehead gently I whispered to my father needing to have an answer.  “Why cheat the curse and let me raise one of my daughters.  Shouldn't they grow up together so Emma isn't alone?” 

“Jaide, my dear girl.” Rumplestilskin lets me hold my daughter again waiting for Charming to take baby Emma to safely.  “No child should grow up alone.  I can't spare little Emma, but I can spare one that fate.  I love you.” 

“Charming?” I called his name once my father had disappeared leaving us alone.  He turns looking at me leaning down kissing me deeply.  “I love you.” 

“I love you.” My prince whispers against my lips, taking our firstborn daughter out of the room.  That would be the last time I saw him until the curse was broken. 

[timothyslucy]

i totally forgot about all the different ways ABC tinkered with all these classic fairytales to make the characters 10x more badass.

[dealmxkerofgold]

@bluebellestorybrooke ( come cry with me over this beautiful, beautiful couple 🥹🥲😭 )

Rumbelle’s happy ending | 6x22

[malsmind]

you and matt laid sprawled out on his bed, the late afternoon sun spilling through the blinds in lazy golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. the air smelled faintly of his cologne—something woodsy with a hint of spice. matt stretched out beside you, his frame sinking into the mattress, one arm tucked behind his head. he’d ditched his shirt a while ago, claiming it was “too hot,” leaving him in just a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. his chest rose and fell with easy breaths, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he caught you staring. “what?” he muttered, voice low and playful, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief.

the moment had been building for a while—little touches, teasing comments, the way his hand had brushed your thigh when he’d leaned over to grab his phone. now, you shifted closer, your fingers trailing down his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the faint ripple of muscle underneath. he tensed slightly, anticipation flickering across his face as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down. his cock sprang free, already half-hard, thick and flushed at the tip, resting against his stomach. matt let out a soft, breathy laugh, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you, his smirk widening like he knew exactly where this was going.

you settled between his legs, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the heat radiating off him. his breathing hitched, and he murmured something under his breath—probably some dumb, cocky line he thought sounded smooth. but then, just as he was waiting, his eyes locked on yours with that eager glint, you couldn’t resist. you wrapped your fingers loosely around his shaft, and gave his tip a little tap-tap-tap like you were testing a microphone, and grinned up at him. “is this thing on?” you asked, voice dripping with mock seriousness.

matt froze for a split second, then burst out laughing, the sound deep and unrestrained, filling the room. “oh my fuckin' god.” he managed between chuckles, his head tipping back against the pillow. his whole body shook with it, the tension breaking as his cock twitched in your hand, still very much “on” despite the interruption. he raked a hand through his messy dark hair, still grinning as he looked down at you, eyes bright with amusement and something hotter underneath. “alright, comedian, you actually gonna do something with that or you just tryna be weird?”

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !!

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@cupiidk1lls inspired me to do this because i posted that meme a month ago LMFAO

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[shouyuus]

ok so for your series of vi x popstar! reader I imagine the reader to have songs like Sabrina carpenter.

if you do a hc if the popstar!reader said Vi’s name in her song. like Sabrina’s Juno song how she changes baby to fan’s names.

ex: “oh I hear you knocking vi/violet, come on up.”

oh absolutely -- popstar!reader doing a charity concert for the enforcers (for the troops ✊ukno) and slipping vi's name into one of the songs, or during the "juno pose" section of the song, getting into whatever position vi had her in last night ;)

looking for vi in the crowd but its hard cause the lights are super bright, but you know that she's here today -- she said she'd come!

during set change, you slipping backstage, only to be pulled into a dark corner by a pair of hands, fingers slipping into your hair, a hot mouth slotting over yours --

"mm --"

"hey there, princess -- miss me?"

you flutter your lashes up at the dark shape of her, gasping as you fumble to make sure your mic is turned off. thank god, it is. but you don't have time to think of much before she's kissing you again, cool fingers inching under the hem of your skirt.

"v-vi -- i have to -- change --"

"yeah? but you seemed pretty comfy teasing me up there on stage -- you didn't think i'd just let that slide, did you?"

you whine as she drops her lips to your neck, careless of the sweat and glitter stuck to your skin.

"vi --"

"mm... don't think i like the thought of everyone out there seeing you like this..."

"they -- they don't --"

"but you were posing for them, weren't you? like you did for me last night?"

"th-that was for you! you said -- i knew you'd be here today --"

vi puffs out a soft laugh against your skin as she leans back up to kiss you slow and deep; you feel your knees go weak as she slots a leg between yours, pressing it up till you're shivering against her.

"yeah? were you looking for me?"

you nod, eager and desperate as she tugs you on her thigh, the friction like a drawn match, igniting the coil in your tummy as she presses sloppy kisses to your lips and neck.

"f-fuck vi --"

"mm... oops, i think that's meant for you --" vi loosens her grip and you whine as you fall back onto your heels, breathless, looking around only to find a few flashing lights along the backstage hallway, blinking down the time till you have to be back on stage.

you chew on your lips, weighing the thought of being late to your next set against trying to get vi to finish what she started, but she only tugs you chin up for a brief kiss, patting your hip.

"go on, princess -- get back up there. we'll finish this later. promise."

you huff, casting her one last look before scurrying back towards the stage, running a hand through what you assume is now very sex-rumpled hair, before stumbling back on stage, making an easy joke about losing track of time back there all by your lonesome.

the crowd laughs, but as you glance back towards stage right, you could swear you see a flash of pink hair before the music starts and you have to turn back to the crowd again.