#Rumple Fan

[yokiamine]

in every universe we piss each other off

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A little drawing of Robert Carlyle as Rumplestiltskin in his human form.

[wastingstarsss]

Papafire: song lyrics edition

Murder And Crime, Sufjan Stevens || Guiding Lights, Ghost || Drugs, EDEN || Son, Sleeping At Last || Breaking Down, Florence And The Machine

Would anyone like more of these, perhaps with poetry excerpts??? I’m playing around with angst lmao

[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

???

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.

[trailsofpaper]

Idk if I'm ovulating or what but Columbo in the cruiseship episode is kinda sexy

[notonlymice]

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

[weyounthevorta]

Crawford Tillinghast Goes Thrifting

[flowerforever-lau]

Rumple Buttercup by Matthew Gray Gubler • wallpaper

Edited by: @flowerforever-lau

[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.

[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

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My sister embroidered me a portrait of Rumplestiltskin

[timothyslucy]

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

[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. 

[snail-day]

Can't Sleep

Sum: You can't sleep and maybe it's about conversations that have been left unspoken. SatoSugu x Reader TW: Domestic Fluff, Soft Angst. a/n: It was a thought I had the other day where if Suguru didn't become a cult leader if they would still have to neglect some dreams due to the harsh truth that either of them could die at any point :( WC: 1.6k

Despite all your tossing and turning - counting sheep, flipping your pillow to the cool side - it’s no use. Your body aches, your skin is clammy, and your thoughts are far too loud for the late hours of the night.

You can’t sleep. It's frustrating beyond belief because you should be able to sleep.

Suguru is curled behind you, one sculpted arm draped lazily across your waist, heavy with exhaustion. He got home just a few hours ago from a three-day mission, hair still damp from a shower he barely stayed awake through. You barely managed a conversation before bed, mostly silence and a few tired smiles.

His breath fans softly against the back of your neck. A slow, even rhythm. He’s out cold. You could probably light the house on fire and he’d sleep through it.

Well. Except if you picked up your phone.

It’s sitting innocently beside you on the nightstand. All it would take is one little swipe, one guilty scroll through your feed until the screen’s glow dulls the noise in your head.

But Suguru has a rule. No phones in bed. He’s told you the reasons, shown you studies about blue light and dopamine, and the risk of fractured sleep cycles.

You’re allowed to grumble about it. Suguru finds it cute when you pout, brushing his thumb across your lower lip like he's tempted to kiss the argument away.

So instead you wait. Listening to the rise and fall of his breathing. The way his soft black hair brushes against your shoulder every time he shifts. And then - there. He turns over, arm falling away.

Your cue.

You slide out from under the blanket, careful not to let it rustle. Hands and knees on the floor, carpet bristling against your palms like you're trespassing in your own home. Phone clutched in your palm like contraband. Careful not to let any light slip free. You crawl across the room to the door because you never walk at night. Suguru wakes at the slightest creak, even in his sleep, and once dragged you back to bed with a sigh and a “c’mon, angel, not tonight.”

You make it.

It’s 12:01 a.m. The hallway is cool against skin. In a way, it feels like freedom. You curl up on the couch, tug the soft crocheted throw blanket over your legs, open your phone.

Satoru should be home in four hours. You tell yourself you’ll be back in bed before then. Before he finds you like this and starts asking questions you can’t answer.

You anxious? You okay? Want to break up? Did something happen? Is it me?

No. Nothing happened. And maybe that’s the problem.

You pull up Old Enough! on Netflix. It’s soft. Silly. Toddlers running errands, clumsy and proud, their tiny legs working overtime to carry baskets bigger than their torsos. It’s not gripping enough to binge, but it helps. Settles something.

You’re halfway through an episode when the door opens.

Click. Clatter.

Keys into the dish on the table by the door. A housewarming present, if you remember correctly. A soft sigh. The faint scrape of shoes kicked off.

You freeze.

Satoru stops in his tracks.

Satoru blinks at you across the room, his white hair rumpled and wind-tossed, still dressed in his crumpled uniform. His blindfold hangs loose around his neck, and the bags under his crystal blue eyes are deep enough to carry the weight of the week.

“Baby?”

His voice is quiet, still rough with fatigue. He crosses the room in a few long strides, then drops to his knees on the plush rug in front of you, cupping your face in his warm hands.

His thumbs stroke along your cheekbones. One slender finger catches on the skin beneath your eye…as if checking for something that isn’t there - sleep, tears, the pieces of you you haven’t said out loud. His lips press into a thin line, concern pulling at the corners.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you with Sugu?”

Satoru isn’t always soft. Not in the way Suguru is. His sweetness tends to come laced with far too much energy, jokes, a half-grin, and a nudge. But right now, he’s quiet. Gentle.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

His baby blue eyes glance down at your phone, settled in your palm. Watches a child struggle with a bag of carrots. His eyes soften.

“Want me to watch with you?”

Though, like most things, he doesn’t wait for the answer. He just shifts onto the couch beside you, tugging you into the warmth of his side. Your cheek rests against his chest, where his heart beats steady beneath his jacket, faintly out of sync with the soft sounds from the show.

He smells like salt and ash. Like the ruins of some building he probably pulled down himself.

One arm curls around you, palm wide and settling over your waist. The other settles behind his head, fingers threading loosely into his white hair. He talks softly while the episode plays, snorts at the little kid falling over a cabbage, and kisses the top of your head.

And then, while the screen flickers blue shadows across his jaw, he says, “Y’know… Suguru would never let our kid do something like this. Not without a curse glued to them.”

You exhale through your nose. Sounds almost like a laugh.

“Do you want kids?” you ask, your hand slipping down to find his. You play with his fingers, long and clever, always moving. He’s tracing slow circles on your palm, absentminded.

His smile is tired. Beautiful. It tugs at the corners of his mouth but doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Scary thought,” he murmurs. “But yeah. If they looked like you? I’d risk it.”

The ache comes in quietly.

Because you both know what he’s really saying.

Sorcerers don’t get happy endings. Not the strongest ones. Not the ones who shoulder the world.

Suguru and Satoru talk about the future like it’s a fantasy. A busy kitchen with dishes left in the sink. Countertops that used to be pristine, now have child drawings and leftover snacks. A kid in footie pajamas is following you all around the house. A little dress tucked away in the closet.

But they also hang their uniforms every night, unaware of what horror is to come tomorrow. Memorize their wills. Have their goodbyes in the form of a letter.

Maybe the reason they dream with you is because you’re not like them. Because you’re still here when the battle ends.

The one they’re willing to try for.

Satoru’s fingers thread through yours. He exhales softly.

“I think Suguru would cry if we ever had a daughter,” he mumbles, smile growing. “He’d buy them anything, give them the world if he could.”

“He already tries,” you murmur. “He has a few clothing items hidden in the closet.”

You don't add that you've caught him looking at them during his cleaning spurts. How he smiles to himself. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

Satoru huffs a laugh, dragging you from your thoughts, the sound low and sleepy.

Eventually, his warmth seeping into your skin, makes your eyelids droop. You both manage to drift off there on the couch.

When morning comes, Suguru finds you like that. Satoru’s white hair mussed against your forehead. Your body curled into his. The dead phone screen resting on Satoru's tummy.

Suguru stands in the doorway for a long moment, violet eyes soft with something close to longing. He pads forward on bare feet, silent as can be. Carefully, lays another soft blanket over both of you. Then he leans down, brushing a kiss to your forehead, lingering, tender. Then one for Satoru. Just as gentle.

He doesn’t wake either of you. Doesn’t scold.

Chastising can wait.

For now, he just watches quietly. Let's himself pretend, just for a moment, that this is a future he might actually get to keep.