#rumplestiltskin ( darkerdeariegold ) || missy

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@darkerdeariegold continued from here 

His eyebrows furrowed a moment before he was cocking one upwards, arms folding across his chest. “...I don’t wear makeup, as you well know,” he began, sure that no matter what he answered he was going to end up with his face being done.

“Well,” he began, lips slowly curving. “Unless your lipstick counts,” he quipped, always quite fond of how - when she wore it - it ended up all over him. It didn’t, and he was simply stalling, but it was still fun for him to do.

Gesturing a moment towards her, he cocked his head briefly to the side. “Dare I ask why you want to put makeup on me?”

Missy grinned at that, and gently tapped the pad of her finger against her bottom lip. “Well, I only want to do your eyes, but I promise to cover you in my lipstick later.” Shooting him a wink, Missy skipped over to one of the armchairs, and tapped the back of it as direction for him to sit down.

“Because,” she starts, with a pout that she hopes will get her what she wants, “the type of makeup I do nowadays is different. I miss the way I used to do it, but it doesn’t look very good on this face.”

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darkerdeariegold​:

Eyes narrowing at her, Rumple pressed his hand on to the console in front of her, trying to get in her way. Why? Because she insulted him with that, and he did not take kindly to being insulted. “Now I know you don’t remember all of our time together because you wouldn’t speak to me like that if you did. I’m the Dark One. I might not have as many years on me as you do, but I’m capable and intelligent.”

He looked over towards Missy then, the confusion and hurt he had temporarily taken by the anger he was starting to feel. Perhaps it was even worse than it would usually be because of his heightened feelings. “I understand why you shot her,” he muttered, looking back towards the Lumiat almost immediately.

“You already told me about the split. That I’m going to lose Missy one day,” his voice cracked briefly at that, fingers clenching a little on the console. “I–” he sighed then, catching himself and lifting the hand back from the console. The anger was just as quick to leave him as it had been to come to him, Rumple going through more emotions in the space of a minute than he thought he could handle. “Just go if you wish.”

The Lumiat took a small step backwards, looking mildly concerned as he got closer. “I’m sure you are.” She hadn’t intended it to be an insult, really, it had just slipped out.

Missy watched, not worried about the safety of her future self - if he did anything, she’d probably just regenerate - and not worried for his safety (she knew the Lumiat wouldn’t hurt him) but concerned for the tidal wave of emotions he seemed to be feeling. She’d deal with her own later. “She’s infuriating.” Missy agreed, fists clenched by her sides.

“I didn’t mean the split.” The Lumiat said, then tilted her head to one side. “Well, no, I suppose I did, but... an Elisian Field doesn’t just split us apart at the atoms. It tears our whole timeline. She’s my past, but we’re torn at the core.” With slightly widened eyes, she glanced to Missy for help.

“You’re overcomplicating it, sister.” She spat the last word out like it was laced with venom. “She means that she can change her own past without it affecting her. She could shoot me right now and it wouldn’t change anything about her life.”

Then, in a quieter tone, the Lumiat finished; “Now that you’ve both had a glimpse of her future... there’s a chance that Missy won’t become me.”

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Missy ran past market stalls, holding onto Gold’s hand as she dragged him along behind her. Her TARDIS needed a certain circuit to be upgraded, and she was really hoping that this market would have the part she needed. After all, it was well known for being the place to go when you needed to find very rare items.

“It’s silver,” she started, explaining what he needed to look out for, though she doubted that she’d miss it herself if they went past one, “and it pulses, and-” abruptly, she cut herself off. They’d reached the end of a row of stalls, and there, parked in a perfect line with the stalls as if it were something being sold, was a blue police box. Even if she hadn’t been able to sense the presence of a TARDIS’ consciousness, she would’ve known it was out of place - the writing on the front was in English, and on this planet, it was very rare to find someone who spoke that language. “Oh, no.” She muttered, eyes flicking over it in an attempt to figure out which Doctor it belonged to. With any luck, it would be any of the regenerations who didn’t know who she was, but-

Eyes landing on the black background to it’s sign, Missy sighed. The only Doctor she’d met whose TARDIS had a black sign was the female one - the one who would absolutely know who she was. 

“We should go.” She said, turning back to face him. “An old friend-” A pause, and then she corrected herself “-an old enemy is here.” Pointing to the TARDIS, she added; “That’s hers.”

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@darkerdeariegold

Things always seemed to turn dangerous extremely fast - they always did when Missy was involved, anyway. Somewhere amidst the danger and the many lifeforms they’d been surrounded by - some human, some not - she’d managed to lose sight of him, and even though she had searched, she hadn’t had much luck. But when she decided to leave, she absolutely wasn’t abandoning him - they’d agreed to meet at his castle should they ever get seperated, so she decided she should check there first, then come back if he was nowhere to be found.

Unfortunately, this was her first time flying there without Gold’s help, and she really wasn’t very familiar with his realm, so she ended up getting there a couple of years earlier than she intended to. Since she didn’t bother to check the TARDIS’ readings to see where they were, she only actually noticed that she was in the wrong year when she saw the cage in the corner of the room, and remembered Rumple mentioning that a witch had once kept him in one. The TARDIS, sensing that she didn’t want to be seen, threw up a forcefield around her and cloaked. 

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Prison Break

She’d promised to return in two hours, once he’d picked up all he needed from Storybrooke, but things never seemed to go to plan. He must’ve known that her piloting skills could occasionally leave something to be desired, as the last time this had happened, she’d arrived a bit late. Still, she seemed to be on course this time; maybe she’d arrive a minute or two after the time she’d promised, but that should’ve been it. Or it would’ve been it, if someone hadn’t noticed that her shields were temporarily down and taken the opportunity to teleport her out. 

The next week was a blur, and it went by slowly. She was put in a prison - which wasn’t a surprise, really, considering how many people she’d wronged - and she got in a number of fights while she was there, and while she was trying to escape. By the time she had managed to get out, her body was littered with bruises and cuts, and her usually perfect hair was looking a mess.

Thankfully, she’d managed to steal a Vortex Manipulator on her way out, so she was able to teleport herself back to her TARDIS, though since it was a pesky device, it did little more than take her through space, rather than time, meaning that it would’ve been a week since she left from his point of view, too. But Rumple had a key to her TARDIS, and she assumed - or she hoped - that he would have stayed there, waiting for her to return.

The air around her fizzled and popped, and suddenly she was standing in her TARDIS. “Sorry I’m late, dear.”

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“Wha– Mmph”

Missy stood beside Rumple as he told her all about... something. Honestly, she’d tuned out a little while ago, and hadn’t really been paying attention for most of the conversation. She knew she should be listening - she was the one who’d originally asked him a question, after all, so she did feel ever so slightly bad that she wasn’t taking any of it in.

No, she decided, as she gave an absent nod, I can’t take this anymore. Seconds later, her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him backwards a step until he was against the wall, and then she was kissing him. Hands moving to press into the wall either side of his head, Missy stayed there for a moment, thoroughly enjoying herself.

“Sorry,” she murmured a moment later when she’d pulled back enough to let him catch his breath, though the self-satisfied grin playing on her lips suggested that she was anything but, “you were looking distractingly kissable.”

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‘Tired’ text

[text;] I can’t sleep.

[text;] I wish you were here. You’re a surprisingly comfortable pillow.

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darkerdeariegold​:

As Missy pushed herself up, he too did the same. Sitting up on the edge of the bed before he was rising to stand, watching her as he moved round the bed to look over the items ‘Miranda’ had emptied from her pockets. “The all black look is… certainly enjoyable. Now I can take a moment to actually appreciate it.” Whatever Missy wore he would love her and be attracted to her. It wasn’t the clothing on the body itself that made her sexy. It was her. Her looks, naturally, but more importantly how she carried herself. The air of excitement and danger with the added touch of affection just for him. She oozed it, exuded this incredible energy that was addictive to be around.

A slight hum and he was opting to focus on Missy first, then the items on the bed, so he tossed down the trinket he’d picked up and approached her from behind, moving to rest his hands on her waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Still, they must come from somewhere? Somewhere I could find them and ensure they don’t breed further little problems?” he offered, willing to do anything for her.

He smiled briefly, chuckling quietly. “She seemed… interesting. What were you doing these last few months as her?”

“You’ll just have to enjoy it while it lasts, because I’ll be changing back into my own clothes later.” Though she might as well leave this on for a little while, because she was a little too tired to bother styling her hair and makeup like she normally did.

Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Missy nodded. “They do. When they’re not on Earth possessing humans, they’re a sort of... green gas. Probably quite easy to set alight. Add some Chlorine Trifluoride, and...boom” She mimed an explosion with her hands, and grinned at him in the mirror.

Missy frowned for a moment, trying to recall the memories. “Travelling around the Earth a lot. Cleaning up people’s messes. I was a bit of an assassin.”

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“Well, that delightful thought definitely isn’t making me consider letting the next one shoot me at all.” She said dryly. Then, with a grin, she gestured to the rubber ducks on the floor and said; “I think you’d get a more receptive audience from the bath toys.”

Shaking her head, Missy carefully knelt beside the cyberman, kicking a duck out of the way as she did so. “Nope. Here - I’ll show you.” Her sonic umbrella was pointed at its chest until a compartment opened in the middle, and she pointed to a specific piece of wiring. “That’s an emotional inhibitor. Completely suppresses the person they used to be, and it means they have to take orders from the Cyber Controller.” She shrugged slightly. “It can be turned off, but the sudden rush of emotions overloads the system, and their heads explode.” Bringing her hands in front of her, she mimed an explosion. “Boom.”

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“Well, it’s a good job that it would’ve been a fatal shot, then. Don’t know if I could’ve handled you lecturing me about putting myself in danger.” Missy joked with a grin. The risk was part of the fun - even if she had known full well that her sonic umbrella would work perfectly at making the Cyberman’s gun backfire.

Smirking back at her Rumple pushed up from where he’d been leaning, reaching out to give her shoulder a little playful push. “For that I’m going to purposely find something to lecture you about when we’re back in the TARDIS. I do have a few topics in mind already,” a winning grin flashed her way.

Truth was that he understood how enjoyable risk could be. Risk was exciting and it added to every adventure. In a way it was manufactured risk because he knew that it would only be in the most extreme of circumstances that either his magic or her gadgets would fail them.

“What ah, what happens to the people they take over?” he began, gesturing towards the dead Cyberman humorously now laying in a pile of rubber ducks. “Are they aware of what they are now?”

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“Sparring sounds fun - it’d be interesting to see who’s the better fighter when you’re not using magic and I’m not using gadgets.” She would very much look forward to finding out the answer to that question. “But I think we both know it’s me.”

“Not anymore.” Missy said, shaking her head. Maybe a simple no would’ve sufficed, but... honesty, and all that. “He keeps trying to stop me killing people, which I think is a bit rude. Plus, he’s the one who I let myself die to spite - so as long as you don’t annoy me that much, I’d say he doesn’t stand a chance.” Not that he’d have stood a chance, anyway - she was just teasing, really. No, Rumple had her heart, as embarrassing as that was to admit. She wouldn’t have let him stay on board if he didn’t; she wouldn’t have given him a key if he didn’t. “I’m not sure if you’ve figured it out,” she started, leaning forwards a little, “but you’re the only person I’ve given a key to my TARDIS to. Ever.”

Chuckling lightly, Missy grinned. “Well, is there anyone else you fancy meeting? Something tells me you have a list of people you’d like to criticise...”

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“Of course. What sort of person can’t swordfight?” Missy paused, then screwed up her face in thought. “Haven’t actually done it in this body, though. Or the one before that. The people I fight nowadays just don’t have enough style.”

Grinning at him, she copied his posture, resting her chin on her hand. “As attractive as I think you’d look when you’re jealous, there’s no need. He’s not been interested in me in a long time.” And maybe she’d shoved him against a wall and kissed him the last time she saw him, but maybe that wasn’t the best first piece of information to give about him. “I can’t see him on that specific day, because it’ll mess with the timelines. A couple of hundred years later, he meets me in this body for the first time, and I convince him I’m an Android. If he sees me before then, he’ll figure out who I am the next time he meets me.”

Smirking briefly, Rumple shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t currently relying on in the system of his support, eyes sparkling. “You’d be surprised how many can’t. If you’re out of practice we could always spar one day. Or find a land where a sword is the primary weapon to go and have a little fun.” He wouldn’t complain either way. He’d been terrible at it before being the Dark One, didn’t even know how to hold a sword. It was another gift and skill inherited and one that he found quite satisfying.

“And you’re not interested in him?” he asked, admittedly wanting a little confirmation that he was currently the one she had eyes for. He was tempted to reach out to give her elbow a little push to make her slip, just because he knew it would amuse her and get it in before she did it to him but he controlled himself and held back. For now. “I see, I see. I suppose we can put a pin in meeting Shakespeare then. I’m likely to berate him enough to make him stop writing all together, to the joy of millions of school children around the world, no doubt.” 

Time travel could be quite the headache, couldn’t it? 

“So, with that in mind… where shall we go next?”

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Blindly patting the bed around them in an attempt to find wherever the pillow had landed, Missy grunted a “Fine,” before grabbing the pillow and putting it under her head again.

“That’s your question?” She asked, trying her best to look annoyed through her haze of tiredness. Surely that could’ve waited till she’d woken up. With a sigh, she rolled onto her back. “Well, anything’s edible once.”

@time-qxeen from here.

She was terrible in the mornings, he knew. Part of her charm, actually. He didn’t need to sleep (though some planets did leave him feeling a little drained). So combine that with a little intimacy with his love and he actually had slept a few hours by her side.

But then a thought came to mind. A thought he couldn’t get rid of and simply could not wait any longer. Even as the pillow hit his face he persisted, lifted a hand to bat it back.

“I have a question that’s racing through my mind. It’s rather loud, so please let me ask it?” A pause, and he launched in to it. “Have you ever come across an edible star?”

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[Text] I’m a tiny bit stuck. On a different planet to the one we landed on. Don’t ask.

[Text] I need you to implement one of the TARDIS subroutines I set up.

(Missy says she has to go run an errand by herself, a few hours later....) [Text;] Hey, are you still in the TARDIS? I need a favour. (@time-qxeen)

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[Text] I am, yes. What do you need?

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 darkerdeariegold​:

He was in his element when he was talking about magic. Specifically about the rare ingredients needed for potions. In fact there was one particular herb that only grew in Wonderland, that took a great deal of effort to obtain. Effort that he was recounting in the story he was telling her, a story that had led on after she had asked about spells for causing blindness in others. He could do it with a wave of his hand but for people who were only skilled in potion craft it was quite the potion to have in your arsenal. 

However it seemed that as the story went on there was a shift in the air with them. A shift he had been too engrossed in his own tale to actually notice. He thought it was one of arousal, not of boredom, and it meant he was letting out a sound of surprise, his back colliding with the wall mere nanoseconds before her lips were on his.

He would never tire of how good it felt to kiss her, nor would he ever tire of her being so dominant. She knew what importance he put behind having control over situations, but that was one circumstance in which he was eager to hand control directly to her.

Hands grasping at her waist, lips on hers, he let out a slight sound of protest even as the need for air meant he was taking in a deep breath when the kiss ended. Grinning in kind, hands squeezing at her hips, he gave a purposeful tug to make sure she was making more contact with him. “Oh, never be sorry for that…”

Missy always loved that he let her take control in these sort of situations - there was something thrilling in knowing that she was in charge, and that he liked it. Especially since he always made sure to have the control in every other situation; it made her feel... special - not that she needed the ego boost. 

The way he clearly didn’t want her to pull away brought a small smirk to her face, and she let out a quiet noise of surprise as he tugged her closer, suddenly finding that her body was pressed right up against his. One hand stayed on the wall beside his head, and the other dropped to his shoulder, where she twirled a strand of his hair around her finger.

“You can carry on telling me about that herb, if you want,” She said, as if her lips weren’t currently only inches away from his, “which I was definitely paying attention to. I was one hundred percent, absolutely listening to everything you were saying, and not getting distracted at all.”

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darkerdeariegold​:

His eyes were tightly shut, inhaling deeply to take her in as he held her and all he could do was cling to her as if she were everything to him. He did however stiffen himself as she hissed at the Lumiat, realisation rapid in setting in. Missy knew. She knew she was going to die one day. She knew what she’d become. Which meant she knew every measure he undertook to try to stop that from happening was going to fail. 

Now that was a complicated little bundle of emotions hitting him at once.

He looked towards the Lumiat, shaking his head quickly as he stepped in closer. “You can’t just leave. You– you didn’t tell me that you and Missy actually met. Not just inhabited the same–” he sighed, not even sure how to begin to describe the whole process. They were the same person but they weren’t. Yet they were. But they weren’t. The more he ran through it, the bigger the circle became of rounding back between the two thoughts. “No offence, but I don’t want you to need to exist.”

“Yes, we met. It was once, and it was very brief.” The Lumiat said with a frown. “She shot me. It was quite rude of her, really.” In the background, Missy rolled her eyes like she thought her future self was being dramatic.

“None taken. I get that a lot.” Considering that the time she didn’t spend bouncing between disasters was filled with meeting her past selves... it was no surprise she was often told something along those lines. The Lumiat looked between them, then down at the console, then back to his face again. With a sigh, she tucked her long hair behind an ear. “There’s a chance...” The Lumiat paused; sighed. “I’m... different. I’m not a normal regeneration of the Master.”

“It’s difficult to explain to someone like you. You wouldn’t understand the technology at play.”

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darkerdeariegold​:

“Well, I think you look like a 10 out of 10, as always, for sexiness, but I think you’ll rate yourself a…. 8 out of 10 for bad fashion. It’s the total opposite to you. Even the hair,” but it seemed that regardless of what Missy wore or how she styled her hair he was attracted to her. She was stunning - and she knew it - and always had his attention.

He was visibly proud at knowing he had done what she had anticipated he would do. “I know you,” he replied simply. He knew her better than he knew himself some days. The little breadcrumbs she left him had been enough and the determination he had to help her come back to herself meant he would have allowed ‘Miranda’ to do anything she needed to in order to come down to Earth and listen to him.

“Smart on your part. Of course,” he commented, though he found that he immediately despised this species and couldn’t see the point in them. “Of course you hunting them would be dangerous but they couldn’t steal my life force, right? Why don’t I kill them? All of them?” he offered, not even sure if it was possible to kill them all but hey, if it eliminated a threat to Missy? He’d do it.

A smile played on her lips at his first comment, appreciating the stroke to her ego. With a quiet huff, she pushed herself off the bed and moved over to the wall-mounted mirror, looking herself up and down. The all-black outfit wasn’t terrible—better than all yellow, she supposed, but nowhere near as good as all purple—but it definitely wasn’t her style. There was no hat, for starters. And wearing trousers instead of a skirt felt like a bit of a throwback to her old bodies.

Putting her hands on her hips, she turned from side to side, admiring herself. “I’ve looked worse.” She decided, her eyes flicking to look at him in the mirror. “But I’ve also looked a lot better.”

“I imagine they’re all dead already. Their species only lives for three months—they have the lifespan of a mayfly. And it’s been five months since they first found me.” Missy paused to frown. “Which means that the last two months of being a human were pointless. But I couldn’t do anything about it.”

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As much as she didn’t want to lead him to believe a fairytale, she didn’t want to argue with him, either. After all, there was a difference between ‘not providing false hope’ and completely crushing him.

The ship took longer than usual to arrive at it’s destination - a mixture of bad driving on the Lumiat’s behalf and the fact that Rumple had never done this before meant that the TARDIS had to try her best to do both of their jobs. Still, a few minutes later they began to land, and the Lumiat moved back over to him to carefully help remove his hands before replacing the metal panel.

Missy began to appear in the center of the room as the TARDIS materialised around her, a look of confusion on her face as she noted that he was standing at the console and had somehow managed to find her. She didn’t notice the Lumiat where she stood, partially hidden by the console, as Missy was far too busy wondering why Rumple seemed so off. They may not have actually spoken to each other yet, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t recognise when he was feeling less than okay. “What’s wrong?”

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The Lumiat fixed him with a look of disbelief, and raised an eyebrow. “Unless you happen to be an expert in creating compact dimensions and blending the boundaries between man and machine, we don’t have much of a chance.” Perhaps she would’ve been able to make a prototype, before she’d lost so many of her memories, but she doubted she’d have much luck as it was. “Maybe Missy could do something. But it could take years, if she even could.”

With a soft sigh, the Lumiat shook her head. “There’s no ‘her’ left to go anywhere. We were split into two halves; good and evil. The evil died with her body, and all of her best qualities stayed with me. Even if you were somehow able to find whatever was left of her, she would be as much Missy as I am.” It felt cruel, talking about her like this, but she needed him to understand that there was nothing to be done. There was nothing worse than false hope, so she didn’t want to give him that.

She stayed put a moment, holding his hands steady, before pulling away and moving to the other side of the console. He was connected to the telepathic circuits, so he would feel the TARDIS’ presence as she read his mind and used his thoughts as a navigation system. It was still up to the Lumiat to actually fly the ship, which she did with a bit of difficulty - she remembered less about how to fly her ship than she thought.

“I will find a way,” he snapped, not wanting to have any obstacles thrown his way. Right now he was a desperate man dealing with more than he could possibly begin to process. He was trying to put one step in front of the other at the moment, starting with making sure he took care of finding Missy first of all, and then dealing with everything else to come after that. 

It was the strangest of sensations but he understood now what Missy meant when she described it. It was much like the presence of the dark ones in his own mind, but it still felt unique in its own way. It was a very deep connection, one that felt like it would be harder to turn off, to remove yourself from.

All the while though he was focused and he was ready to find her. He needed her right now, he needed to be sure she was safe. If only for now.