#rumplestiltskin fic

[cathloves]

I love how captain swan met don't get me wrong but they really missed a trick not having hook be in storybrooke with them. He could've been cursed or even playing the long game waiting for the curse to be over so that rumple knew exactly who he was when he goes to kill him. Imagine rumple and Killian both failing to realise that the other isn't cursed. Imagine Killian meeting Emma when she comes to town and knows she's the one who breaks the curse. Imagine him first helping Henry make emma believe because he wants the curse breaking for selfish reasons but then begins to fall for her. Imagine at the pilot episode we see the clock tick and Killian looking up at the end of the episode and saying 'tick tock'. IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES.

(The fact that they didn't have the rights to Peter pan and the captain hook character until season 2 and that they wanted him in season 1 knowing all along they wanted him to be a love interest for Emma actually kills me. But we might not have gotten Colin 😭)

[ace-cf-cups]

We all know that Rumple's got lots of self-loathing, among other things connected with the way he looked in the EF because it represents how inhuman and monstrous he is.

Now imagine for some reason he and Belle end up back in the EF at some point in the show... or maybe EF 2 in S7...

And Rumple grows scaly and golden and sparkly and lizardy again and he hides from Belle because he is ashamed, because he can't bear to see the expression on her face when she sees the reminder of who he truly is...

But when Belle eventually finds him - because she always does - she takes one look at him and just... smiles and runs up to him and envelopes him in a tight hug and has the audacity to sigh contently against a very baffled Rumple.

Because as much as she loves his human form, as much as she loves him in any form, period, this Rumple - the sparkly golden disco lizard - is her Rumple, the one she met first, the one she got to know first, the one she fell in love with first.

And she missed him... she really did.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

The bell over the shop rang as I opened the door. Rumple looked up with a smile as I headed straight for the counter on the left.

"It's still here right?" I asked, leaning over the glass and looking behind the counter.

"Of course it is." Rumple said, smirking at me. "I told you it would be. So why wouldn't it?" I rolled my eyes at him and made grabby hands at the glass pumpkin behind the counter. “Give me a minute.” Rumple chuckled as he moved behind the stacks of odds and ends he kept in his shop. “Remember, it comes at a price.”

“yeah yeah yeah.” I waved my hand. “I know how retail works rumple.” He took a step back.

“I mean a deal.” He cocked his head.

“yes. The deal is you give me the pumpkin. And I give you money.” I put the cash on the counter and rumple stared at it. “Now gimme.” I reached towards the pumpkin and rumple chuckled.

“If you’re trying to get a rise out of me…” he shook his head.

“is it working?” I asked, dropping my arm onto the counter. I crossed my arms and propped my chin on them, staring up at rumple with a smile. Rumple rolled his eyes and brought the pumpkin over to me. “Yay!” I squealed as I picked it up.

“Keep your money.” Rumple pushed the bills back towards me. “My only request is you stop buying decorations sweetheart.” I looked over at him. He was trying to give me his best puppy dog eyes. “You have enough stuff.”

“Never!” I cheered, holding the pumpkin aloft. “Trust me rumple, you can never have enough Halloween decorations.” I pulled the pumpkin closer and smiled at him as he leaned across the counter to kiss my cheek.

“darling, you are incorrigible.” He smiled. “See you back home?”

“see you back home.” I kissed him softly. “And I make no promises about the decorations.” Rumple chuckled and shook his head as I walked out of his shop.

[eternalfurtive]

jefferson aka our fellow rumbelle shipper is working hard to get these two to make a move on each other.

[rumbelle-scream]

needs fics where it's rumple/mr. gold pov falling in love with belle and her big beautiful blue eyes and her daily presence slowburn he takes a while to gather himself around her help help help help

any suggestions y'all? 😊

think: i wonder when he's gonna figure out why belle looks at him like this?

[ryik-the-writer]

No one:

Me: You know who would have been better as Belle's infidelity partner than Will Scarlet? Jefferson.

Before I begin, THIS IS NOT A BELLE HATE POST! Yes, I am going to address IT, but I am not putting her down for this...and I'll tell you why.

So after that god-freaking-awful twist in 4x11 when Belle sends Rumple over the town line, both he and Belle are left shattered at their dubious betrayals, the latter of which so much so she sought additional comfort (again, not hate, just hear me out).

That love interest ... for whatever reason ... was Will Scarlet, a cameo from Once Upon a Time's short-lived spin-off OUAT in Wonderland, which had ended a few months prior.

I, along with a good chunk of the fanbase, thought it was a unique choice, and most likely a way to acknowledge the spin-off in canon.

Don't get me wrong, I like Will as a character in OUATIW, but he was just off to me in OUAT. Like he was just shoved in there without a real purpose. Even his scenes with Robin Hood felt forced to me.

And honestly, it seemed strange to me that Belle, the logical scholar and fruitful romantic, would break her wedding vows of all things even after what Rumple did.

BUT THEN AGAIN, I also don't think it's established how intensive wedding vows are in this universe. I mean, Snow technically cheated on David with Dr. Whale, and while it's addressed comedically, it's not really addressed as an issue in their marriage but they comfortably move on from none the less.

Of course, it's obviously just the show's weakest attempt at *drama* and a way to baffle the Rumbellers into stunned silence so they can focus on *other things* (I am NOT going THERE today.)

And I think I remember an article or something about Will's actor's Michael Socha, feeling underused and wanting out especially since he had a kid at home. While he has a few zingers between him and other characters like Rumple and Hook, he looks so awkward when he's on-screen with Belle, like even he doesn't know why he's there!

But for the sake of *drama* Belle needs some side yum. Cool. Girl's gotta work out her frustrations some way right? But WILL SCARLET?!

This Will Scarlet?

"I love you Anastasia Tremaine" Will Scarlet?

Who ripped his heart out because her betrayal was just too much?

For freaking sake, they had a TLK!!!

I will only, and I mean ONLY accept the following two theories as a reason why...this happened...

1. This takes place during Will and Anastasia's break.

It's established in the OUATIW that the events in the spinoff are happening sometime in either late-season 1 or early season 2's canon. I think. But maybe, just maybe, it was actually around season 4's timeline? The timeline is screwed to hell anyway so...

Ana's presence is established in OUAT after Will, who broke into the library and vandalized a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, is arrested and held indefinitely. And while Will looks distraught at the mention of his former love, but he's not devastated enough

The scene subsequently serves as a pointless but sweet way to introduce Belle and Will. I myself wrote a fic few years back as a way to fill in how that played out afterwards. But the actual writers just kind of tossed it in there.

And dropped it.

Yeah, WIll just kind of disappeared after season 4. Thanks for stopping by, I guess.

And btw, you cannot convince me that a guy who reacts like this after watching the love of his life get killed in front of him:

Like I kid you not, Will's screams and cries were stuck in my head after that episode. I gasped and covered my mouth. I remember feeling the same way when Graham died in OUAT because Emma's grief was just as raw as this. This is not the kind of grief you just up and move on with so casually. This sticks with you.

BACK TO JEFFERSON

Okay, I swear, I have a point.

Again, if Belle just *needed* a love interest during her break from Rumple, fine, but why not use the opportunity to do some freaking fan service after that Frozen mess?

Bring. Back. The. Hatter.

Why Jefferson?

He has an established relationship with Belle.

Even if the ugly truth is Jefferson had to know Belle was being held captive in the hospital asylum, Belle would still, begrudgingly, be grateful he freed her and reunited her with Rumplestiltskin. Maybe he tried apologizing with coffee, and...things happen.

Plus he has an established relationship with Rumplestiltskin PRIOR to Belle.

No. You cannot tell me these two:

...were just "business associates". No these two were hitting shroons in Wonderland every Tuesday at happy hour, do I make myself clear? It's obvious they weren't friends but they worked well together.

That scene in the shop would have been BANGER if Jefferson had been in Will's place. I mean the possibilities are endless with their establishment. They could have opened up an opportunity to explore more of Rumple's deals with Jefferson to find a way to the Land Without Magic, or even their shared connection with Regina, established, beloved connections in the series the audience would be comfortable with.

And honestly, I think Belle and Jefferson could have very nice chemistry too.

Their both worldly, and I can see these two sitting at a booth in Granny's forever as Jefferson told her her stories about his travels, maybe even a few tales about his deal and possible friendship with Rumplestiltskin. And maybe he helps her heal a bit.

That scene in 4x12 where Belle and Hook talk about Rumple really rubbed me the wrong way. What Rumple did to Belle and, yes, even Hook, was awful, but Hook never had to answer for his part in Rumple's decline. What did he think would happen if he threatened to blackmail him with Belle of all people?

Not to mention, Belle and Grace would have gotten along so well.

At this point in the series, Grace is a young teenager, and could possibly use a female presence. She like Henry, would probably understand that her father needs more companionship and would support their relationship. And it would be great foreshadowing to Belle's own relationship with her child later on. And Belle LOVES kids and could have formed a very promising bond with Grace. Regardless on how her relationship with Jefferson could have ended, Belle would have this girl over for sleepovers every week.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Life Changing Deal

Princess Red Thief

Part 2

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Peaking my head through the treeline I saw the large castle in front of me. I ran straight for the nearest window reaching inside my cloak drawing a sword I stole from the soldiers armor outside my chambers. Swinging it against the glass it shattered when I ducked my head so it didn't get in my eyes. Climbing through the window I dropped down on my knees inside the castle. "Okay, now where's that dagger?"

Heading over to the cabinets filled with objects I began rummaging around for the specific blade in question. I started throwing books and other things on the ground until one of the globs shattered onto the floor and a voice called out behind me. "Looking for something specific are you, dearie?"

"Show yourself, beast." I draw the sword I used on the window holding it out in front of myself for defense.

A Purple cloud of smoke appeared in front of me. "Here I am, dearie." The figure in front of me had curly brown hair and scaly skin. He was dressed in leather and snake skins.

"What are you? Are you the one they call Rumple...Rumplestiltskin?" I questioned tightening my grip on the blade handle.

The figure giggles performing an over the rope bow. "Indeed I am Rumplestilskin. Now who are you and why so foolish to try and steal from the Dark One?"

"My name is Everly. My parents are Princess Abigail and Prince Frederick." I explained to him moving towards the long table that was in the center of the room.

The dark one clicked his tongue putting his fingers together. "Ah yes I recognize the princess's name. She and King George's son are supposed to wed through a deal I help arrange. But that doesn't explain why you've tried to steal from me."

"I am here because I am a threat to my kingdom." Placing my freehand on the table my palm turned red and I could feel the magic running through my fingertips. The cabinet behind me that had seen through glass suddenly shattered into a million pieces at my feet. "I have an uncontrollable amount of power even though neither of my parents were born with magic."

He nodded, waving his fingers at me. "And you needed my dagger to force me to help you control it."

"I do apologize, Rumplestilskin. I wouldn't dare steal from someone who is declared so powerful if I was not so desperate for a solution to this. I wish to help my mother free my father from his golden prison but I can't do that if this ability or curse isn't kept at bay."

"Magic is not always a curse, Red Thief." He stepped closer to me snapping his fingers and a silver dagger appeared in his grasp. He showed me that his name was engraved on the blade. "I will help you if you choose to embrace your power."

I fired back knowing the rumors that members across kingdoms had spread about him. He used only dark magic and was notorious for making deals with the most desperate types of people. "What do you want in return from me? I know you always want something back for a price."

"I'll enchant your cloak given that I do rather like the color red on you. Once it is enchanted you and I will be connected consciously. You will help me with my deals and the customers that are connected with them."

"What do you mean like if someone breaks a deal with you you'll make me kill them?" I questioned hearing the darkness in his voice.

Rumplestilskin smirked. "I'll decide what fate I wish to bestow on them. Now do you accept my offer or not?"

"I don't know if I can go through with this, Dark One. Ahhh!" I screamed bumping into one of the curtain covered windows seeing my palm turn red again but this time the curtain caught on fire.

Rumple snickers at me. "It appears you don't have any other option here, Red Thief."

"My name is Everly." I corrected him even though I probably shouldn't since he could turn me into a bug and kill me easily if he so wished.

He stepped closer where I shifted the hood of my cloak since it was blocking my view. Our eyes met and I could see he had deep brown eyes. "So long as you work for me I can call you whatever I wish. Unless you think you can find help through someone else."

"I suppose I will. So I'll take your deal." Extending my hand I paused unsure if I would hurt him if I touched him.

He grasps my small hand in his larger one. "We have a deal, Red Thief."

Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I kept scanning my eyes over the paperwork that was in front of me. I had been doing the storage inventory for the pawnshop for as long as I could remember. In my opinion every object had a story that needed to be told rather than just sitting in the dusty old store. But that wasn't what my boss believed. He thinks there's a price of money for everything. "Let's see the unicorn chandelier, tea set and red cloak are all accounted for. Wait red cloak, I didn't see that here."

"It has to be here. It has to be here. If it isn't he will dock my pay." I frantically began searching around every cabinet in the shop not finding the piece of clothing anywhere.

The store bell rang making me shriek running back to my desk in the back room trying to play it cool. The curtain got pushed open and Mr. Gold stepped inside the room. "How has the inventory gone tonight?"

"Uh, pretty good. How was your walk?" I asked him tapping my fingers on the desk nervously, hoping he didn't notice.

His brown, almost chocolate eyes focused on my gaze. "You seem nervous, Eve. Any particular reason why?"

"No reason. Just wishing to be done with work for the evening, sir." I lied to him.

He sent me a half smile revealing a bag from behind his back in his other hand that wasn't holding onto the cane he used to walk with since he had a limp. "It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you realized this was missing?" He drew something from the bag and I gasped seeing a red cloak fall down while he held it up in front of me.

"I....I....um. Sir, I am sorry. I thought I had accounted for everything. I don't know how it ever left the shop." I began panicking, running my fingers through my hair that I had left loosely.

Mr. Gold chuckles breaking the intense silence that I was feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Calm down, lass. I saw that it was dirty so I took it to the cleaners. Figured it should look in better shape before I gave it to you."

"Oh god that's a relief." Putting a hand over my forehead I sighed in relief. "Wait a minute. Give it to me, why would you do that?"

Gold moved forward offering me his freehand after he laid it on my desk briefly. Putting my hand in his I allowed him to help me get to my feet. "I saw that it was your size from the looks of it one day. And no one in this town has claimed it so I thought it shouldn't go to waste. May I?" He gestured holding it up and opened it in his hands.

"Sure...thank you this wasn't really necessary." I turned around putting my back to his front feeling him place the fabric on my shoulders.

Gold smiled when I spun around so he could clasp the front pins together. "Perfect fit, dear. Just like I had thought. Now don't you worry about paying me for it. It's on the house."

"Thank you, sir." I smiled looking up to meet his gaze since he was slightly taller than me.

He waved a finger in my face grabbing a hold of his cane prepared to leave to collect the town's rent. "I told you to either call me Adam or just Gold. Now come, we have money to collect."

"Understand, Gold." I nodded wearing the red cloak since it was quite cold outside. I followed after my boss and we drove out to our stops finding leaving the inn as our final one for the evening.

Granny, the owner of the inn, spoke as we walked up the wooden stairs. "Now, what's the name?"

Opening the door, Gold and I came face to face with a blonde woman wearing a bright red jacket that I had never seen before in this town. Meaning she must be someone new which hadn't happened for 28 years if I had done my math correctly. The woman spoke her name, giving me a name to go with the new face. "Swan. Emma Swan."

Gold responds to her squeezing my hand in his and I could have sworn I heard him say something else but in a completely different voice. "Emma. What a lovely name....Red Thief."

"Did you hear someone say Red Thief?" Looking at my boss I raised a brow at him confusedly swearing that I had heard something.

He shrugged his shoulders not saying anything yet I saw some light in his eyes where he had recognized something in this room but just wasn't going to share it with me. He shifted his gaze over to the elderly woman. Granny passes Mr. Gold a roll of bills. "It's all here."

"Yes, yes, of course it is, dear. Thank you. You enjoy your stay...Emma." Gold put it away in his suit pocket touching the door handle, opening it once more calling out to me. "Eve?"

"I'm coming, sorry." I paused standing behind the blonde woman while I ran my freehand over the red fabric that I was holding on my other arm feeling like I had seen it before.

Shaking my head I pulled myself from the trance that I was in following him outside being able to hear the conversation between the girls still inside. "Who's that?" Emma asked.

Ruby peaked out the window seeing me still standing on the front porch. "Mr. Gold. He owns this place."

"The inn?" Emma asked more.

Granny reached down in the drawer pulling out a key. "No, the town. So, how long will you be with us?

"A week. Just a week." She responded.

Granny handed her the key. "Welcome to Storybrooke."

"So who is the woman that is with him if you don't mind me asking?" Emma held the key in her hands heading towards the staircase to go check out her room.

Rudy closed the curtain focusing on the new women. "I don't know if this is true or not. But most people in this town have only seen her with him. She's worked for him for years. I think she was abducted by him or something."

"Rudy!" Granny snapped at her granddaughter. "What makes you think such a thing?"

The girl put a hand on her hip. "Maybe it's the fact that she doesn't talk to anyone else in this town. She's only ever seen with him or doing small jobs for him. That's just strange to me."

"I'm sorry for my granddaughters crazy theories. Enjoy your time here, Ms. Swan." Granny ended the conversation before things went further. Emma went up the stairs and I ran down the stairs meeting Gold at his old car. We drove past the clock tower and I couldn't believe I saw the hands move.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[kyliafanfiction]

An AU where Cora just trades her daughter to Rumple like in the original deal, and Regina is raised by Rumple.

[beeeinyourbonnet]

By Hook or by Crook | Chapter 13

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: E, eventually

Summary: Just when Belle thinks she’s doomed to a life without adventure, an investment banking firm all the way from New York City plops its new headquarters in Storybrooke’s abandoned cannery.

From the beginning on ao3

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It made no sense for a fishing store to be open full-time in the dead of winter, so since Tim was nowhere to be found and Belle didn’t want to walk home in the dark anymore now that it was freezing, she posted a sign on the door adjusting the hours to close at 2 p.m. and penned a note for Mr. Gold with that information, as well as the spontaneous closure she was instating tomorrow, which she dropped off with the receptionist Monday afternoon. 

Since it was so cold out and the shop would be closed a lot, Belle didn’t want to leave Gus and Jaq by the wall, so she relocated them to the register and tucked a canvas tarp around their cage. She’d also added a big pile of shavings for them to burrow in, but as long as she kept the heat running, they’d be fine.

On Tuesday, she met David with two coffees. He was going to Portland for some police training, and he’d agreed she could tag along and he would drop her off downtown and pick her back up. He would be in his seminar all morning, but in the afternoon, they’d shop together for Mary Margaret.

“Any plans for the morning?” he asked as they drove down the snowy highway.

“I’m just going to find a nice cafe to read in,” she said. 

This was a lie. Belle had been in a research hole for two days, and in her purse was a list of markets and shops that carried local crafters and artisans. She had found the perfect item online, but she didn’t know if this Friday would be the last time she’d see Mr. Gold before Christmas, and the seller wouldn’t be able to finish and send it in time.

So, she was on a secret mission to find something just as good while the Nolans remained ignorant of her true motivation. 

Read on ao3

[amethystdreamer114]

“I find you… amusing.”

Summary: You’re one of Professor Gold’s students in a college magic 102 class. You’re a bit of a prodigy to put it lightly, far surpassing the rest of your class. It could be due to natural talent… or the intensive attention you’re paying to your teacher.

TW: bondage, touching, swearing, Professor x student, non-consensual sexual activity, oral s*x,

If there’s a tw I didn’t mention, let me know!!

It was a normal Monday, and as always the rest of the class was barely paying attention to the lecture. That is, until Gold began talking about enchantment spells.

“It’s very simple. The subject must touch an enchanted object or say a specific phrase. Following this, you have total control over their actions until you release them.”

The class gasped and murmured.

“Dark magic? Perhaps… but necessary.”

Soon the bell rang for 5 minutes till lunch.

“Alright that’s all for today,” Gold flipped his cane, turning it into a blue dry erase marker. He turned to write your homework assignment on the board.

“Before Tuesday, I want you to test out an enchantment spell. Use it for good or evil, it’s up to you, but I want written documentation of how it went.”

Most of the class filed out of the room, some murmuring about how this class was definitely unethical on occasion.

Gold smirked hearing them.

“Rumpelstiltskin is teaching it… it’s obviously unethical.” He chuckled under his breath.

“Professor Gold?”

He turned to see you with a partial smile.

“Ah (y/n), what can I do for you?” He walked to his computer, glancing over the plans for next class’ lecture.

“Well I was having trouble with the homework from last night. Number 7…”

He looked at you questioningly.

“It’s not like you to have questions dearie. Half the time you have the assignment done before I tell you the page number.”

“Well I know,” you answered. “But this one stumped me.”

He laughed. “Alright let’s take a look at it.”

He looked over the page, pointing to the question as he read.

“Oh, this one’s an easy one.” He read it aloud. “Changing one object into another without a verbal spell. I do this all the time.”

You studied his hands, knowing full well how to execute the spell…

“Watch me.” He flicked his wrist and the marker switched back to a cane. “Just don’t think about it. Calm your mind, steady your focus.”

“The hallway is too loud, I can’t…”

He flicked his wrist and the door closed.

“Now,” he gestured to you.

“Thank you,” you smiled and flicked your wrist the same way he had. Not even a second later, his cane was a black, leather belt.

His eyes widened.

“(Y/n)…”

You smirked, feeling the leather up… and down, the slight clink of the buckle being the only sound in the room.

“Guess I knew more than I let on.” You shrugged.

You snapped and the belt was around his neck. You pulled it taut, creating a leash of sorts before you pulled him toward you.

“Tell me Rumple… what do you think of me?”

“Well… I find you… amusing.”

You could see in his eyes that he thought much more than that, and if his eyes weren’t enough, the hard bulge in his pants left no room for doubt.

“Mmmm, I bet you do.” You looked up at him, your fingers walking up his chest.

He smirked at you and picked you up, setting you on his desk, your skirt riding up as his hands slid up your thighs.

“Mmmm naughty boy.” You locked eyes with him.

You spread your legs wider, his leg pressed between them. You tilted his chin up with your finger.

“Oh dearie…” you mocked. “You look so desperate..”

He took your necklace between his teeth, tugging it lightly to move your head to the side before he began to kiss down your neck, soft and tender.

“What’ve you done to me…” he whimpered.

“It’s an enchantment spell to say it plainly. You’ll do anything I tell you to.”

“How…” he continued to kiss your neck, moving down to unbutton your blouse.

“It’s simple. You touched my textbook, I enchanted it. And now, you’re licking my tits.”

He took one of your nipples in his mouth and massaged the other.

“God I-“ he moaned breathlessly as you pulled the belt around his neck.

“Touch me rumple.”

He backed up just a bit and gritted his teeth. “This is beyond unethical…”

“You’re Rumpelstiltskin . Unethical is your middle name.” You batted your eyes, smiling evilly.

The belt began to glow red, a sign of dark enchantment.

“Rumple. I won’t ask again. Besides, you want to.”

You pulled your skirt up, and he nearly whimpered.

“And just how do you know that?”

You whispered in his ear.

“Darling I worked on this spell all last night to make sure it forced you to give in to your own desires.”

He was locked on your red silk thong.

“Go ahead Rumple. But…”

He bent down.

You pulled the belt up a bit to make him look at you. “Don’t use your hands.”

Like some sort of ravenous wolf, he bit the studded string on your hip, pulling it down to your knees.

“Good boy.” You ruffled his hair.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure just by looking at your pretty pink folds.

“You’re so wet…” he moaned, lapping at your opening.

“All for you…” you threw your head back when he began sucking on your clit. Thank god everyone was at lunch because if they hadn’t been, they might’ve heard you moaning in pleasure and knocking a stack of books into the floor.

He put his tongue into your vagina, relishing in your sweet taste.

“Fuck Rumple-“ your hips bucked up.

Seconds later, the bell rang, bringing the other students back down the hall.

“I can’t stop…”

“Easy there big boy….” You tilted his chin up again.

“You’ll have another time.” You smiled.

You could tell his boner was going to be a terrible problem during his next class as he could barely stand.

“I-what am I supposed to do with this?” He pleaded for mercy.

“Amuse me.” You smirked darkly, slipping your panties back on and buttoning your shirt before hopping off his desk to take your seat for the next period.

[cherrygummycandy]

I understand the desire to simp for Jack Horner, but y'all don't seem to wanna suck the soul out the Pied Piper nearly enough.

I mean- GAH DAMN

[ace-cf-cups]

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[goldenwingediris]

Tangled Threads - Chapter 6 - golden_winged_iris - Once Upon a Time (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Rumplestiltskin is on a mission.

Belle is just trying to get through dinner prep.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I never thought I’d be writing for either of these two fandoms, but imagine my surprise when I discovered the prompt in Whumptober and I just had to. Both of them were comfort fandoms, and well, sometimes you don’t ever truly leave them.

The first in this is Merlin! Yes, the BBC version - it was a complete let-down when we got to the end, only to discover the series had been cancelled. I was screaming, and so in retaliation, I had created my own series 6 because I needed to come up with my conclusion. As part of the universe, I had come up with a little storyline where the Camelot folk would end up in a quaint, magical town within Maine… but unfortunately life happened, and I had to abandon it.

… until now, that is.

The arc is small, and I might consider working on the true series 6 as a larger project later, but we’ll talk about that in another post! For now, let’s get right to it, yes?

DRUMROLL PLEASE!

For those who aren’t aware, the magical town in Maine is in fact, none other than Storybrooke!

I’ve had this idea for several years now, and just couldn’t resist the temptations. Merlin and OUAT is such a perfect combination, and much better than the other Merlin cast used in the series because holy cow, from what I remember, it was awful. Hence why this is about BBC Merlin.

Though I’m sure you’re curious as to what I’m cooking, so… now let’s officially bring a little magic back!

Plot/Summary

Storybrooke’s curse has broken, but with it comes a new age of magic… and hope. In a distant town, a certain sorcerer feels something big is on the horizon, and well, who knows what might happen now?

In other words, Merlin’s connected somehow to the magic of Storybrooke and in impromptu trip leads him and his coven, that is to say, his friends to uncover a world beyond their imagination.

Prompts

No. 7: Magic with a Cost

Extras/Teasers

Post Canon for Merlin

Alternate Season One for Once Upon a Time

Found Family for the Round Table, Merlin, and company

Slowburn Dynamic (coughs)

BAMF Merlin Emrys

Unconventional Alliances

Neurodiverse Characters

there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword

Part 11 of Whumptober

Mini Arc to “The Emrys Project” (Developing Series)

[sentenceme-leni]

Day 54. Friday. Minimum 5 sentences.

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Neal glanced in disbelief from his father to Belle. "What are the two of you doing?!" The question increased in pitch as it went, reaching heights of flabbergasted horror. "I'm right here!"

The two of them wrenched their eyes from each other, and still had the gall to look at Neal with innocent confusion.

"What do you mean, son?"

Neal felt his mouth open, but words failed him. He gestured between them instead, wildly hoping they understood his meaning.

The cleverest couple in Storybrooke gave him a perplexed glance.

His father even tilted his head in that worried angle that Neal remembered from childhood. "Do you feel alright?"

Meanwhile Belle reached out to feel his forehead. "Perhaps the potion didn't settle well?"

Neal resigned himself to being checked for a fever by a woman three hundred years his junior. "I'm fine," he said when Belle was satisfied with her inspection. "It's... Look. We were having a normal conversation about how to handle Regina's sister, and suddenly the two of you just... switched gears."

"Oh." Belle was biting her lip. Great. Now he had distressed his papa's girlfriend. "We didn't mean to fight in front of you."

"That wasn't a fight," his father protested. "It was a discussion from different points of view."

"I wish," Neal muttered.

His comment, unsurprisingly, went unheard.

Belle was back to glaring at Neal's father. "Executions without trial aren't a point of view, Rumple. That's just tyranny."

His father scoffed. "Name a single judge who would let her go unpunished."

"I never said that!" Belle leaned forward, as if her words would make more of an impression if they were said inches away from her objective. "But she's done nothing Regina didn't, and we never would have allowed her to go on the block."

His father looked away.

"Rumple?"

"It was just an idea. Yours was better." His dad gave an ingratiating smile. "Happy?"

To Neal's mounting alarm, Belle did seem satisfied. She even placed her hand on top of her father's. "Then perhaps my idea has merit this time as well?"

By now they were in each other's personal space, eyes locked together and soft smiles on the faces...

"No!" Neal snapped. "No, no, no. That was not a discussion, you guys!"

"Beg your pardon?"

The horror. They even spoke in unison now.

Neal took a deep breath. "Look. I've had this debate with several people. It has never gone like..." He waved his hand between them. "You know!"

They exchanged a glance, no words said. Then Belle shrugged a little and his father pressed his lips together.

Neal had been around the couple enough to translate the wordless conversation: 'Your son, your turn to handle him.'

Before his father could question his health again, Neal pressed on. "You obviously lived together, by yourselves, too long. That was not a normal argument. Trust me. By the end, you were..." His brain vetoed the term 'eye-fucking' in a last ditch attempt to delete the imagery, so he settled for the milder description. "You were flirting so heavily, I'd be blushing if I weren't horrified."

Belle and his father looked at him with wide eyes, still clueless.

The most awkward pause in living history lingered...

"I believe you need to rest, son," said his father at last.

Neal decided he'd rather face a life of awkwardness than make another attempt to enlighten them. "Yes, Papa. You're probably right."

The End

24/05/24

[eternalfurtive]

bad idea, sheriff