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kelyon · 3 months
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Year In Review (For Your Consideration)
With the Chipped Cup Awards coming up, I thought I would collect all the fics I started in 2023 and have them in one convenient location. (Nominations for the Chipped Cup Awards can be made on older fics, but you'll have to dig through my works page yourself and see what fics haven't already won CCAs or TEAs.)
In 2023, I wrote:
On The House Belle is an unhappy prostitute in a brothel owned by Cora Mills. When Mr. Gold engages a night with Belle, he can't get her out of his mind.
Contract Before Belle French and Mr. Gold begin a formal BDSM relationship, they discuss the ins and outs of what they do and don't agree to.
Beasts: A Golden Cuffs Story Before the curse is cast, Rumpelstiltskin gives his wife a magical delight: A whole bunch of horny clones.
Wrapping Up Her Christmas Gift Theo Gold embraces his softer side with the help of Belle, his professional dominatrix.
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joylee56 · 1 year
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I didn't manage to get anything finished in time for Fluffapalooza. But I did finally manage to repost the sequal to Getting Above Himself to Ao3.
A ‘Vulgar, Lowborn, Scottish Barbarian’ Comes Calling (2962 words) by Joylee Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Evil Queen | Regina Mills Additional Tags: Historical, AU, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Rumbelle is Hope (Once Upon a Time) Series: Part 2 of A Truth Universally Acknowledged Summary:
After a delightful conversation with Mr. Gold at a Ball given by her cousins and protectors, Lord and Lady Blanchard, Lady Belle in a moment of impulse invited him to call. Now she must deal with opinions of the household as to the propriety of having a lowborn tradesman calling upon her, and her own growing fascination with the man.
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heartoftheship · 4 months
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Jafar and Jasmine bring good news to Rumplestiltskin and Belle.
Start reading this fanfic from the start Take me to Chapter 44
Chapter 44: Visitors
It felt a little strange to Belle, not going to see Jasmine in the morning, and she felt a little anxious because of it. “What did Jafar say about the reason for canceling our usual meeting?” Belle wondered, sitting on the wooden trunk that stood beside the steering wheel of the ship, watching Rumplestiltskin guide the ship further along on these calm and hot waters. “He said that you could help me with the translation of the spell he gave us yesterday, and that you would be welcome again tomorrow.” “Weird,” Belle muttered. “I still wish we could have heard what they were saying last night. Seemed to be some pretty serious stuff.” “I still wish he would have kissed her.” Belle rolled her eyes. “How long did it take you to kiss me ? You took your time, Rumple, now don’t pretend that Jafar’s taking too long. They’ve only realized their first bit of affection for one another a few days ago.”
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tjmystic · 5 months
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Does anyone even like anything I've ever written? Genuinely asking. The idea of trying to finish anything right now makes me feel like I want to claw off my skin and scream. I don't see a point. Is there one I'm just incapable of viewing?
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morosoro · 2 years
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Just spent a good hour going through every conceivable tag I could think of on Ao3 to try to find a smutty Rumbelle fic in which Rumple has a hemipenes (lizard anatomy: basically two cocks) and came up unfortunately empty handed.
If anyone knows of any fics that feature this and where I might find them, ao3, Tumblr or otherwise, I and a few others from the Rumbelle Discord Chat would be greatly appreciative!
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HAPPY EVER AFTER: RUMBELLE ZINE
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Are you a OUAT Fan?? Do you love Rumbelle and their love story?
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miramelindamusings · 2 years
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I am new to rumbelle haha but may I ask what are your favorite rumbelle fics? Thanks :)
I love your rumbelle and belle art btw (and your amazing whouffaldi art of course!). Thank you for sharing them 💜
Thank you <3! You’re always so kind! Of course! Admittedly, it’s a bit hard to recollect some of them because I read so many before I had a tumblr. However, over this past winter, I started to track down Rumbelle works I had loved so here are some I've rediscovered :) I hope that this small list can point you in a helpful direction.
A rumbelle fic that has stayed with me since I read it in the summer of 2013, and that I can state is one of my fav fanfics ever is A Bed of Thorns by Nym. I adore this fic and it's one whose writing and imagery has lived in my head since I first read it. I've included the link for the Archived version, but the author is actually rewriting it (here)! I haven't had the opportunity to read it yet but I'm so excited to be able to return to it! And honestly, all of Nym's fanfic is so good.
Another writer I recommend is @suchadearie! I've loved every fanfic of theirs that I've read, and, through the years, I always found myself thinking about Trading for Touch and Hell Bent. I also recommend @rufeepeach's work (here). I'm still re-introducing myself to rumbelle fanfic, and I know that there are so many wonderful writers that I’ve failed to mention, but I hope this is in some way helpful!
Some of the best fanfic I have ever read have come from this fandom -- there's such dedication, talent, and passion for rumbelle that it really is such a pleasure to read fanfic and see fanart for this ship. I'm sure you'll enjoy what you find! And if anyone would like to recommend fics/plug their own work please feel free to add to this post! I'd love to get some recs :)!
Happy Reading!
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coneygoil · 2 years
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Quest to rewrite one of my old rumbelle fanfics has begun!!
Mr. Gold created the curse to find his lost son, but what he didn't expect was that Baelfire was right in front of him the entire time with the one person he never thought he'd see again.
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shamelessrumbellefan · 5 months
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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper/Red Riding Hood | Ruby Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Jabberwocky (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Prince Charming | David Nolan Additional Tags: Rumbelle - Freeform, RedCricket, Fluff, Rumplestiltskin in love, The Evil Queen is jealous, the evil queen - Freeform, Protective Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Romance Series: Part 1 of The Realms Series Summary:
3 Months after Rumplestiltskin throws Belle out he crashes her wedding and returns to the Dark Castle with her. Now what was he supposed to do with a woman who was in love with him but couldn't be with him?
Chapter 16: The Vow of True Love
Belle and Rumplestiltskin exchange vows.
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shikoslady · 6 months
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Jabberwocky (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson Series: Part 1 of The Realms Series Summary:
3 Months after Rumplestiltskin throws Belle out he crashes her wedding and returns to the Dark Castle with her. Now what was he supposed to do with a woman who was in love with him but couldn't be with him?
*Rating is for later chapters.
Chapter 10: Beauty...  Is now posted! click the link above to catch up on all the chapters now.
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tickletorso · 1 year
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The Rare Books Crises -chapter 2-
FIRST I want to give a big big thank you to @the-chipped-cup-awards for putting together a great event and keeping the fandom going! It was my first year participating and I had a blast. 
SECOND I was fortunate to have my fic The Rare Books Crises win BEST COMEDY which I love for soooo many reasons but inparticular because I love to make people laugh. 
THIRD I didn’t have any plans to expand this fic, but a devilish smut bunny would not leave me alone. Thus, a very smutty pwp was created. It’s my first time writing smut so constructive criticism is welcome! 
AO3 link THE RARE BOOKS CRISES CHAPTER TWO 
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kelyon · 6 months
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Beasts: A Golden Cuffs Story
Before the curse is cast, Rumpelstiltskin devises an amusement for Belle--a menagerie of duplicates of himself
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“Belle, dear, are you busy?”
Her husband’s voice drifted softly through the large dining room where Belle had set up her work. It wasn’t an impish cackle nor a triumphant boom, as it could be sometimes. He wasn’t sulking either. Whatever experiment Rumple had been tinkering with all day up in his tower hadn’t exploded in his face this time.
No, more than anything else, Rumpelstiltskin sounded hedging. Like he was checking to see if he was likely to receive a thing before he took the risk of asking for it. It was an unusual tone for the Dark One, who always named his price and got his way with everyone--except for her. Belle alone had the power to control him, a responsibility she did not take lightly. Even though she would deny her beloved nothing, it sometimes fell upon her to curb his more fantastical appetites. He knew it, that was why he was hedging. Whatever Rumple wanted, he wasn’t certain if she would give him her permission. 
All this knowledge, all this deciphering the eternal mystery of him, took Belle’s mind less time than it took her body to turn away from the table full of open books in front of her. Still sitting in her chair, she rubbed her lower back and stretched her neck.
“I think I could manage a distraction,” she said. “What are you up to?”
He came behind her, reaching around the chair to rub her shoulders. She relaxed into his touch, let him soothe away the hard work of sitting and worrying.
“I might ask you the same question.” He placed a kiss on the crown of her head while his hands worked their wonders. “What texts are you studying today?”
She reached for a solitary piece of parchment. “I had Jefferson send me a list of all the worlds he’s been to where they have stories of people who come from a land without magic.” She waved her hand at the stacks in front of her. “These books are everything the library gave me about those worlds.” She slouched back into her chair and Rumple’s hands stilled. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for, but there must be something useful here. Don’t you think?”
Climbing up the back of the chair, her husband  leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Then he jumped backward, landing behind her with spritely ease. Finally, he sauntered back to the table and leaned against the edge. 
“I know I’ve read all these books at some point or another and never found much. It will be good to have a second set of eyes on the task.”
“At least this way I’ll know everything you know about this new land.”
“You’ll come at it from your own angle and you will certainly see things I haven’t.” He found a clear spot and sat on the table in front of her, legs swinging in the air. “What have you found out so far?”
“It’s always children.” That was the fact that had stuck out to Belle the most. “Oz and Wonderland both have legends about little girls suddenly appearing out of nowhere and causing some ruckus or another. Other places have a boy and a girl together. Or one child will come to the land and another will follow to rescue them.” 
She pointed to one dry and weighty tome. “Every human in Narnia is from that land, or at least their descendants were. The most famous Narnian legends are about two boys and two girls, brothers and sisters, who overthrew a witch-queen and became kings and queens themselves. They’re interesting because they grew up while they were in Narnia, but one day they disappeared. Thousands of years later, the siblings came back to Narnia and--Rumple you won’t believe this--they were children again.”  
Her husband smiled at her indulgently. As much of a revelation this story had been for her, she clearly wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. 
“Time works differently between worlds,” he nodded. “That’s how I’ve been able to keep some hope alive. It was hundreds of years ago when Baelfire was fourteen. Hundreds of years ago here.”
“In the land without magic, he could be fourteen still.” Belle put her hand on Rumpelstiltskin’s leather-clad knee. He sighed.
“We have no way of knowing.” His pointed nails drummed against the table top. The frantic sound belied his calm tone of voice. “No way to know, until the curse is cast, and the Savior is old enough to break it. Even then, I’ll still have to go about finding him in that world.”
“We will.” Rising from her chair, Belle put her hand over Rumple’s nervous fingers. “Together. We will find him, or we will find someone who can.” She stood between his legs so she could hold his face in her hands and look into his eyes. “You will see your son again, Rumple. I know it with all my heart.”
He wrapped his legs around her skirt to pull her in closer to the table, closer to him. He covered her hands with his own. His touch was warm and soft.
“Your heart is wise, my darling,” he said. “If it can manage the miracle of loving me, I won’t doubt its gifts of prophecy.”
Belle smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They held each other for a moment, then Rumple tapped at her waist and she knew he wanted her attention. She took a step back.
“What have you been up to?” 
He’d been up in his tower all morning without interruption, which was unusual nowadays. With the curse and the threat of separation on the horizon, neither of them could bear to be away from the other for long. 
“I…” He dragged out the sound, and again Belle thought he was hedging. Her husband had the air of a child who didn’t know whether or not he was about to get into trouble. “I’ve been experimenting.”
“Yes, that is normally what you do up there.” She kept her tone placid. She had no desire to be angry with Rumpelstiltskin, and it concerned her that he thought whatever he had done might make her angry. Was she really so quick to condemn him? Or had he done something truly reckless?  “What were you experimenting with?”
He raised one hand into the air, mouth opened to speak. His fingers twitched and he made no sound.
“Rumple,” Belle said carefully. “If you didn’t want me to know, you wouldn’t have brought it up. Clearly this isn’t a secret, so what is it?”
“A surprise?” he said at last. “Will you come with me, so I can show you?”
Belle knew the expression on her face must be incredulous. Still, she took his hand and let him lead her to his tower.
As they walked the short distance to the landing, Rumple seemed to find his tongue. “It is, technically, an experiment with duplication. I wanted to make… copies.”
“Copies of what?” Belle asked when they reached the door.
Rumple didn’t answer, only led her up the spiral stairs. 
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It was a little shameful, the way Belle yelped at what she saw in the tower. She considered herself a person of courage, not one to shirk from the unpleasant or even the horrific. True, there was nothing unpleasant or horrific about what she was looking at. And yet the thing was so startling. It was the difference between seeing a snake on the forest floor and finding one in your bed linen. Anyone would scream at the mere shock.
Lowering her hand from her mouth, she turned to her husband. “Copies of yourself?”
Because that was what stood before her. In the open space of the tower, shifting slightly from one foot to the other, was the perfect mirror of Rumpelstiltskin. When it saw her, it gave a timid smile. Rumple’s smile. It was him. The body was all lean muscle and crinkly hair and skin that shifted from gray to green to gold. The only way Belle could know that the thing in front of her wasn’t her husband was that it wasn’t speaking, and it was entirely naked.
“It’s not quite good enough to pass for genuine,” Rumple said as he circled around his creation. “Frankly, I don’t think I’d want it to be. This world wouldn’t survive more than one Dark One at a time. But they have their uses, or at least I hope they’ll prove useful.”
“They?”   
With a twirl of his wrist, Rumple undid a concealment spell and revealed that the room was full of identical duplicates. All of them were naked. All of them were silent. They didn’t move, except to tilt their heads and shift their eyes around the room. None of them seemed perturbed to have a dozen twins on either side. They were like a flock of birds roosting on the limbs of a tree. The effect wasn’t threatening, but it was unsettling.  
Belle’s first thought was to count them, to group them together in clusters of three or five and add up the sum of them. Of course, that would be folly. An exact census didn’t matter. What mattered was that there were many of them. Many, many copies of her husband.
“As I said, they are limited imitations,” Rumple said. “No magic. They don’t think and they don’t speak, so they wouldn’t be much use as decoys. If I needed someone to think I was in a certain place, it would be easier to use an illusion.”
“So… These things aren’t an illusion?” Belle’s voice came out softer than she wanted it to. She sounded frightened even though she wasn’t. “They are flesh?”
An odd light glinted in Rumple’s eyes. “Yes,” he said. “Temporary flesh, at least--another reason why they have little use outside of the castle. They tend to disintegrate if they’re put through any kind of exertion.”
Belle blinked several times as she looked out on the sea of faces that were all the same. Closest her to her was the real face, the real Rumple. Her Rumple.
“If they aren’t of any use, why did you show them to me?”
He came back to her, stood by her side. “Well they aren’t entirely a failure.” His voice lowered. “I thought they might serve as an amusement for you.”
She looked up at him skeptically. “For me?”
“They’re nothing to be afraid of.” He held her close, rubbed her arms. “Like all my magic, they are merely extensions of me. They will do as I direct them to do. Even if I allowed them more autonomy, there would be little difference in their behavior. They don’t think, but they have a kind of… bestial instinct. They want what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
Rumple didn’t answer, only gave her a knowing grin. Slowly, Belle became aware of the multitude of eyes that were focused on her. More than a dozen red tongues darted out from between more than a dozen green lips. She hadn’t looked too intimately at any of the naked Rumples, but now she could see how her presence affected them. More than a hundred fingers rubbed against each other in nervous anticipation. More than a score of hands opened and closed into fists. More than a dozen cocks were slowly becoming hard.
“You don’t have to,” Rumple assured her. “I can make all of them disappear in an instant. Or you can try one and if you decide it’s not to your liking, you can stop.” He held her wrists in his hands. He grounded her gently, kept her steady. He looked into her eyes. “You have my dagger. You are my mistress and my wife. You have all the power.”
“I know,” Belle breathed. 
She breathed through her first impression of shock. She breathed through her questions about logistics and space and her own physical endurance. She breathed through her mind’s completely rational resistance. She breathed into the dark and hidden desires of her body. The desires Rumple had always given her ways to explore.
He was still holding her. His mouth pressed against her forehead. She could feel the brush of his lips as he murmured: 
“I’ve never forgotten the fantasies you used to tell me, of being taken by a whole throng of men.”
Her womanly places clenched at the memories. It seemed so long ago, now, when Belle had worn the golden cuffs that forced her to obey the Dark One, when she had been his property and not his love. He had ordered her to touch herself every night, to let her thoughts and imaginings run wild in any direction that brought her to her peak. It hadn’t taken long for her thoughts to turn to Rumpelstiltskin, to imagine him as the only man who could pleasure her--no matter how many others exhausted themselves trying.
“I’ve only ever wanted you, Rumple.”
He stroked one finger down the length of her arm. Even that slight of a touch made her shiver. 
“You will always have me, sweetheart. If you choose to do this, you will have me in abundance.”  
The shiver morphed into a quake that shook her from head to toe. Gods, he was magnificent!
Before she said yes, Belle stepped back. She tried not to notice the wave of movement that rippled around the room as all the Rumples turned their heads to watch her. Breaking the closeness between herself and her husband gave her enough room to think. Her hands gripped his arms as she looked up at him. 
“What is the price of this magic?”
His face went soft, as it always did when she expressed concern for him. And it was him she worried about. Rumple would never let the price of magic fall on her if he could help it. Whatever sacrifice this excursion might require, he would make sure it was his to pay.
“Well, they are all me,” he began. “So it follows that any pleasure they receive will have repercussions on my body. I, uh, I will be depleted, for some time.”
That was usually how it went when he used magic in their lovemaking. For days or weeks after today, he would have to sleep and eat like an ordinary man. It might even prevent him from using his cock on her, though that was usually a trivial hurdle in his endless quest to give her pleasure.  
“And it won’t hurt you?”
“No,” he assured her. “And these things won’t hurt you. They can’t. They are beasts, but they know who their goddess is.”
Belle pressed her lips together, trying to fight the smile his words brought to her face. 
“And I’ll be here,” he went on. “You’ll never be alone with them. You can control them as easily as you control me. If you want it to stop, you just say one word and--”
“I know,” she said.
She trusted him. If she had to, she would command the power of the dagger to make him end the whole thing, but she didn’t believe she would have to.
Deliberately, she turned her back to her husband and lifted her hair away from her gown. “Will you unlace me? There is something to the idea of having my clothes ripped away by a ravenous mob, but I’m rather fond of this dress.”
His chuckle was a brief exhalation, a puff of air she felt on her bare back as Rumple undid the bindings on her gown and her corset. He stripped her until she was down to her shift, then helped her step out of the pile of clothes.
The other Rumples watched the proceedings with an intensity even greater than what they’d displayed before. They weren’t even blinking. Belle became aware of her exposed arms, the bare legs underneath her shift. The shapes of her breasts were visible through the thin silk, the hard peaks of her nipples poked out from the fabric draped across her chest. The warmth of desire in her belly was so strong, Belle knew she was already wet. Did these copies of Rumple share his supernatural senses? Could they smell her need the way he could?
Gently breaking away from her Rumple, Belle stepped into the mass of duplicates. They backed away from her as she walked among them. Again, the impression was of birds--of chickens or pigeons who were used to human company and didn’t bother to fly away. Some of their mouths gaped open. None of them touched her. 
Strange to feel so frightened and so safe at the same time. The danger was there, but it was a thrill instead of a threat. They wouldn’t hurt her, she was certain of that. What they would do with her was less certain. That uncertainty, that not-knowing, that was the force that drove Belle forward. 
When she was in the center of them, she reached down to the hem of her shift. For just a moment, she hesitated. She turned around to look for her husband. Rumple had lifted himself to the top of a high bookshelf, which would give him a good view of what was about to happen. She caught his eye, and he smiled at her. 
“You’ll be wonderful, sweetheart,” he said. “This will be your greatest triumph.” 
Belle’s heartbeat returned to something resembling a normal pace. “I love you, Rumple. No matter what happens, I love you.”
“I love you too, Belle,” he said in his most serious tone. Then he grinned.  “Now go have fun!”
In a rush of motion, Belle threw her shift over her head. She stood in front of the Rumples just as naked as they were.
All of them stood, stock-still, to look at her. Their eyes, already over-large, bulged out of their heads like golden walnuts. 
“Do I really look that ridiculous when I see you undressed?”
Belle had to laugh. “I think it’s charming,” she told Rumple. “Flattering.” 
She took a step closer to one of the copies, waited until its eyes were able to look at her face instead of her body. It looked as though it was about to cry. With as much tenderness as she could muster, Belle raised one hand and placed her palm against that Rumple’s cheek.
It froze for a moment, as overwhelmed by her touch as her husband had been the first time she had touched him. Then, slowly, it melted. It brought a shaking hand up to its face, tentatively flexing before daring to put its hand over Belle’s.
She smiled at the creature. She whispered to it, “Yes.”
Then it was like a hole had been drilled into a dam and all the water started to pour out. The Rumples surrounded her, pressed into her and rubbed against her. Each one of them was desperate just for her touch.
Belle spread her arms and let them cover her. Her hands trailed against whatever flesh they offered--across cheeks and brows and necks and chests. Her fingers curled into their hair as they pushed their heads up against her hands. Every one of them was a cat who needed to be petted.
There was no fighting for her attention. Every one of them was patient--eager, yes, but willing to wait. None of the copies under her hands lingered too long. They seemed to know intuitively when it was time to let another take a turn. This mass of bodies acted as one body, as through each of them could feel what all the others felt. Separate pieces moved as one, like birds in the air and fish in their schools. They were a herd, a flock. Rumple had been right to call them beasts. 
But they were not beastly. None of them were rough or coarse or demanding. They took from Belle only what she would give, even if they took it with hunger and need.
She didn’t know which Rumple was the first she kissed. It was a moot point, since as soon as they sensed her mouth was in play, she was suddenly kissing all of them. They crowded around her, a mess of spittle and smiles. Tongues swiped against her lips or poured into her mouth--as though they wanted her to swallow them, to consume them even while they consumed her. 
Mouths pressed against her skin. Every copy claimed for itself a section of her neck or her shoulders or her arms. They kissed her the way Rumple did--intense and possessive, biting and bruising. All this while they still craved her caresses, while they pressed and ground their bodies against her. They held her up when she became weak. As one, they moved their attentions down to her hips and her closed legs.
Already, this was more than Belle had ever imagined. She had never had so many bodies near her at once. Never had such devotion poured out onto her. Rumple was the most intense and exciting lover she could think of and now she had so many of him! And this was only the beginning. 
She moaned. 
The Rumples had been silent, even in their frenzy. They made no noises as they feasted over her. Until now, the tower had only known the soft smack of lips. The breathy sigh of her pleasure rang out like a gong. All of them heard her. All of them knew what it meant.
As one being, the duplicates redoubled their efforts against her skin. They nipped and licked and sucked at her until Belle began to shake. Pleasure rose out of her, up from her legs and in from her arms, from every point on her flesh they abused and worshiped. Belle pressed her legs together, clenching and seizing, tightening until she could be no tighter and she had no choice but to explode and scream and collapse when all the tension left her body at once. 
Instantly, the Rumples stopped. They held her upright in their many hands but made no move to use her further. Shoulders hunched, Belle rested across the chests of two or three of them as she caught her breath. 
“I thought I knew everything about orgasms,” she muttered.
“Oh, your body has always been full of surprises, my sweet.” Rumple’s voice drifted down from his place above her head.  
She blinked up at him. “Did you know I could do that?”
He grinned. “I had my suspicions. Happy to see them confirmed.” He turned serious. “How are you, sweetheart? Do you still want to keep going?”
“Are you kidding?” Belle brushed her hair away from her eyes. “We’ve only just started!”
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Everything became a jumble after that. Belle stood on her feet and let the duplicates pass over her like water. Each of them kissed her and touched her in smooth, languid motions. None of them demanded, but all of them needed. All of them wanted.
She wanted too. 
Touch by touch, she began to open her legs to their explorations. Dozens--hundreds?--of fingers slid over her flesh. They parted her folds and swiped around her entrance. They slipped in and then out so quickly it was hard for her to be satisfied. Did they mean to tease her? Did these creatures share Rumple’s devious desire to drive her mad? 
Soon the anticipation became too much. There was a Rumple in front of her, its body looming and dark, its breath hot on the nape of her neck. It had dipped two fingers inside her and was about to pull them out as all the others had--when Belle put her hand on its wrist. She forced the creature to stay still as she ground down around its hand. 
Copies surrounded her on every side, pressing in to watch her fuck herself on their brother. Belle braced herself against that Rumple’s body, but soon found herself being held up again by dozens of hands. They understood where to place her, how she wanted to be positioned, what angles would best serve her body’s need. Soon, she wasn’t moving under her own power anymore. They were moving her. In the primal dance of push and pull, she no longer controlled her own steps. 
She moaned.
As a second orgasm came upon her, Belle tried to focus on the copy whose hand she was using. She clung to its flesh, tried to look into its eyes. She wanted to kiss it, to reward it for its service to her. 
None of that happened. The other Rumples got in the way. They took her hands, spread her arms wide so she could touch all of them. They pressed against her face, both offering kisses and demanding them. They touched her, all of them touched her. They reached out to get their hands on her, to feel even one fingertip’s worth of her feet or her thigh. Arms spread her legs and fingers spread her cunt. There was always something filling her, touching her, teasing her. No less than four hands were on her breasts, pinching at her nipples and manhandling her soft flesh.  
Belle’s teeth chattered. Her hips rolled in that oh-so-familiar rhythm. She began to writhe, and all the creatures writhed with her. Their bodies moved in the same way, the in-and-out pace that always grew faster. They moved with her and she moved with them and all of them were waves in the same ocean. All of them--herself included--moved together to the ancient beat of lust. 
They surrounded her, after she came a third time. The Rumples that held her moved her away from the one who had fucked her. Her legs were splayed open and they poured into the space, sniffing the air and licking their lips.
They were dogs on the hunt now. Wolves that had tasted blood. 
She didn’t know which one of them was the next to penetrate her. She couldn’t be sure if it was using fingers or a cock. All she knew was a sudden fullness where she had briefly been empty. All she knew was an insistent pressure on her clitoris. All she knew was the quaking, clenching pleasure that wracked through her body.  
Then the same thing, the same mania, happened again.
And again. 
And again.
Over and over, the orgasms crashed against her, so many of them and so quickly there wasn’t time to take a breath between the end of one and the start of the other. Did any of them end? She couldn’t breathe. Would there ever be an end to all of them? She had never come so many times before, not in all her experiences with Rumple. Would she ever breathe again? She couldn’t breathe!
Pushing past the throng, Belle fell to her knees and held up a hand. From deep within her, she found the strength to cry out:
“Stop!”  
And it stopped. 
All of them stopped.
Rumple was by her side. Her Rumple. Her husband. He knelt beside her. His hands reached out, but he didn’t touch her.
“Belle! Sweetheart, what do you need?”
“Just--” Her voice shook. Her body shook. She gasped for breath, trying to talk even while her body was in the throes of a thousand orgasms. “--A moment.”
She kept her eyes closed and let herself shake. Belle moaned through the pleasure. Without anything touching her, she groaned and throbbed from one orgasm to another. She let the sensations go through her, let the motions dissipate. They became less and less with every convulsion. The storm passed through her body. The sea became calm again.
Blinking, Belle opened her eyes. Her husband was still kneeling in front of her. The copies were behind him, all around the two of them in a loose circle. Rumple’s face was nothing but concern. Belle smiled.
“Oh good,” she said. “You didn’t get rid of them.”
Rumpelstiltskin gave her a cautious grin. “You still want them?”
Slowly, carefully, Belle nodded. She may have been temporarily overwhelmed, but she was by no means defeated.
“I haven’t even touched their cocks yet, and I have two holes left to ruin.”
****
From her place on the ground, Belle was at an excellent height to explore the bodies of her multitude of lovers. After Rumple left her side, they surrounded her again. Belle found herself in a thick, green forest of legs and cocks.
She reached out to those who were closest, two at the same time. Lazy fingers trailed up and down the hard lengths--which grew considerably harder and longer under her attention. The others pressed in, but she stayed focused on the matters at hand. She brushed her fingers against their scrotums, using one hand on each of them, the same motion at the same time. Both Rumples gave the same tight hiss of pleasure. 
Gently, she pulled them in closer to her. They were both in front of her now, standing side by side. She squeezed the shafts, felt the twin hardnesses inside the sheathes of silky flesh. She pulled down the dark green skin to reveal the golden-green tips. The sight made her mouth water. She knew her husband’s cock so well, it was strange to see it doubled.
Strange, and exciting.
Still pumping the cocks, Belle licked her lips. They were close enough together, she could easily go back and forth between the two of them. 
Or she could try something new.
She positioned the cocks close enough together that the tips were almost touching. Then she leaned forward on her knees, and flicked her tongue into the space between them. Both of the chosen Rumples stiffened at the sudden contact. Belle felt the rush of their arousal against the palms of her hands. 
A deep breath before she began. The gods alone knew what these beasts would do to her mouth once they understood they were permitted. Belle wasn’t afraid. She had already proven she could stop them, even if they went into a frenzy. If everything went well, she would be a part of the frenzy. She would be one with the lust-crazed animals that surrounded her.
Just the thought of it sent a billowing warmth of pleasure up through her.
Experimentally opening her mouth as wide as she could, Belle leaned forward again to her new favorite cocks. She kissed both tips at the same time. She licked, back and forth across their lengths. She sucked both of them into her mouth at once.
Only the heads at first. With double the width she was used to, that was all she could manage for a while. Even that was a triumph. She pulled away, while keeping her hands on them. Long, thin strings of spittle connected her to the copies.
The other Rumples looked down at the three of them. Dozens of eyes blazed with dark fire. They scowled and bared their teeth. Their own cocks were so long and hard it looked painful.
“Jealous,” Belle said wryly. “You’re all jealous. But you’ll all get a turn.”
Then she set back to the first two. Now she held both cocks in one hand, so it was easier to wrap her lips around them. The two Rumples had to stand almost on top of each other, but they didn’t seem to mind. Belle bobbed her head up and down over them, sinking deeper down their lengths with every stroke.
It had taken her weeks to be able to fit Rumple in her throat. She had no expectation that she could take two of him on the first try. But she had to know, didn’t she? She had to explore what she was capable of. She had to see how much pleasure she could give, as well as how much she could receive. 
She managed to get halfway down their shafts before it became too much and she started something new. Compared to taking them both at once, going back and forth between the two was effortless. This was, after all, exactly the cock she was most familiar with swallowing whole. The cock that felt like it was made to be inside her, the cock she felt empty without. 
A hand pressed against the back of her head, pushing her closer to the Rumple in her mouth. Without a moment’s thought, Belle let herself go limp and loose. She let the many hands hold her, let them jerk her back and forth. She let a copy of her husband fuck her throat.
Closing her eyes, Belle let herself be taken. She floated in that soft and lovely space where she was utterly helpless, but utterly protected. This was like the times when Rumple tied her up in his golden thread. She had no strength, but she needed no strength. The bondage gave her all the structure she needed. 
During their games, he would take all the might, all the power, that was normally inside her, and put it somewhere outside of her, some external force that she trusted absolutely. Sometimes that force was Rumple himself, in the pain and control she allowed him to exert on her. Sometimes it was the method by which she had been bound and rendered immobile--whether that was magic or mundane ropes and chains and shackles. Now, the external force was the duplicates. They controlled her, they supported her. They could do as they liked with her and she trusted them without question. 
As it had been with her cunt, it was now with her mouth, each one of them dipped in and out and was quickly replaced. They passed her around between them, holding her body upright and keeping her mouth open. Whichever ones weren’t inside her were all around her, fondling and kissing, teasing and titillating. They sucked at her nipples, at her throat, at every bit of flesh she presented to them. They squeezed into whatever spaces could be pried between herself and whichever Rumple was in her mouth. 
Soon, Belle felt the rhythm again. All their bodies began to move faster together. This time, however, the rush wasn’t coming from herself. It was the copies--all or a few or only one of them, she couldn’t tell. A tension permeated the air around them, a heat they all felt at the same time.
One Rumple pressed itself to the front and boldly pushed its brother out of the way. Belle’s lips were still shaped around one cock when another jammed into her. The impatient Rumple gripped its fingers into Belle’s scalp. Its long claws pressed into her skin, teasing pinpricks of pain. 
Thrusting and jerking, forceful for the first time, that lone duplicate pounded into Belle’s head. She kept herself slack, let it have its way with her. With a joy that defied all logic, Belle submitted to a lust even greater than her own.
The Rumple began to shake and shudder. Knowing what would happen next, Belle sucked deeply on its cock. Her cheeks hollowed and the Rumple clutched at her, and before she knew it her throat was burning with a sudden pulse of her husband’s hot seed. 
Then the cock was gone, and Belle could breathe for a moment. She needed a moment.  
She had swallowed most of the semen, but a few drops dribbled out of her mouth and landed on her thigh. Dazed, Belle focused on them. Rumple’s beautiful black leavings contrasted with the flushed pink of her skin. She had always liked the taste of him, earthy and metallic, both natural and supernatural. She rubbed her fingertip into the small dots, rubbed the very essence of him all over her body. It left a sheen of glimmering gold.
She looked up at the Rumples all around her. They had stilled in their passion--it seemed they had learned how much she needed to recover between climaxes--but their ardor hadn’t flagged. Every one of them was still ramrod straight and flushed with expectation. 
Curious, Belle looked around for the one copy that had all its expectations satisfied. It should be easy enough to find one flaccid cock in the midst of all these erections, shouldn’t it?
“What are you looking for, darling?”
“The one that just came.” Belle rubbed her hand over her thigh. “I don’t see it. Did something happen to it?”
“Ah,” Rumple said. “Well, you may recall that these things don’t do well under exertion?”
He had said something about that, hadn’t he? It was why these duplicates had little use outside the castle. 
“You said they disintegrate.”
“Yes, that is broadly the case. Apparently the method of disposal depends somewhat on the specific manner of exertion.”
Belle’s tongue swept the inside of her mouth while she thought. She could still taste the Rumple who had come inside her.
“It’s when they orgasm, isn’t it?” She looked up at Rumple on his high shelf. “After that, they leave nothing behind but--”
“A sticky mess,” her husband finished for her.  
“Is that the only way to get rid of them?”
“Hardly the only way,” he said, “but it is by far the most entertaining.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “You’re enjoying this? Watching me get fucked?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Belle pushed herself off the ground, stretching her legs as she stood up. “Because I’m going to finish off every last one of them.”
****
She’d had three cocks in her at once before--well, two cocks and her friend Leona’s glass dildo. That had been a moment of intense but quiet intimacy. Before Rumple was brave enough to tell her that he loved her, he could only show it through elaborate gestures of fucking. Perhaps that was what he was doing now. Perhaps he was trying to tell her something that he couldn’t put into words.
Perhaps. 
There would be time to think on that later. Right now the duplicates all looked to be one moment away from tearing her apart. Her heart raced at the sight of more than a dozen pairs of Rumple’s eyes, black with lust, almost crazed. All of them stared at her, teeth bared, blood high. A pack of dogs who had a deer backed into a corner, but who were trained well enough to wait for the command before they attacked. Belle was the deer, but she was also the only person in the world who could command them.
So she did.
She gave a nod and all of them rushed toward her at once. A tide of Rumples pushed her into a shore of Rumples. The ones behind her fondled her and opened her and prepared her for the onslaught. 
At first, it was enough to be between two bodies, enough to brace herself against one Rumple while another plowed into her as she stood. But soon the one behind her had a finger in her ass. It took the wetness from her well-pleased cunt and spread her open with both hands.
“Oh,” she moaned as it filled her with its cock. 
It was always such a unique pleasure, to have her ass fucked. It felt darker than when something was in her cunt.  It felt lower. If her body was an instrument, this act produced notes of an entirely different key. With both holes filled at once, Belle’s pleasure was in harmony with itself. Her moans and grunts and shrieks sang into the tower, music that kept time through the steady thumps of bodies banging together.    
An orgasm went through her, so powerful it made her knees week. She sank to the ground with the Rumples still inside her. They went down with her, undeterred, and stayed focused on their task. This time, it was the same two throughout it all. The duplicates didn’t sample her quickly and make way for the others, as they had before. They seemed to know, with their bestial intelligence, that it was finally time for their completion. Each one of them would have her body for as long as it took for that one to orgasm and disappear. 
Now that she was on her knees, it was only a matter of time before one of the Rumples came up to her mouth. It didn’t force her or even lay a hand on her. It stood by patiently, until Belle was ready to welcome it. She turned her head and did so, with a smile and a kiss to the tip. Then then cock pushed past her lips. 
Belle closed her eyes and let the three of them use her. Her own orgasms seemed superfluous at this point. The jerking and clenching of her body happened with little reaction from the Rumples or even from herself. With her mouth full, she couldn’t scream and moan. With each Rumple driving into her, her spasms became lost in the chaos. Even in her own mind, Belle was so overwhelmed with sensations from outside herself she could barely register what was happening inside.
One of the Rumples came. A burst of heat inside her ass and then the creature was gone. Quickly, another came to replace it. This one didn’t have to reach into her wetness for lubrication. Its cock slid in smoothly using nothing but the seed of its brother. 
The one in her cunt pulsed too, hot and wet. The next Rumple took a moment to dive head-first between her legs. It lapped up the leavings and ravenously feasted on Belle’s flesh until she came hard enough to almost snap the copy’s neck between her thighs. It stood up after that, furiously pumping at its cock. So it was going to come on her, instead of in her. Rumple liked to do that sometimes. Belle’s first instinct was to do what she did with her husband--display her body and open her mouth, ready herself to relish his seed like it was a refreshing ocean spray. But her mouth was already open wide and full of cock. Her body was already covered with hands. 
This copy didn’t seem to mind all that. It spurted thick, black lines that covered the other duplicates just as much as it covered Belle. The lines went up from her stomach to her face and spattered anything that got in between. 
She didn’t see the Rumple disappear. It was just gone, and then there was another. This one rushed into her cunt, started pounding her backwards into the Rumple in her ass. The motion was so sudden, the cock in her mouth popped out. That Rumple had to hold her head to make sure she stayed where it wanted her. 
Again, Belle felt the beauty of being powerless in her own body. It was as though she were a figure made of wax, that went soft and pliant in the heat until it melted into a pool and ran out all over everything. In this moment, she was nothing but liquid, thin enough to spread over every one of the Rumples. They used her, they took her, they made her come then came themselves, inside and outside and all around her until there was nothing to her but bodily fluids. 
Rumples filled her orifices, filled her hands. They rubbed and rutted against whatever soft parts of her they could find. One by one, they exploded in bursts of pleasure that covered her in hot blackness. One by one, they disappeared. 
She didn’t even realize she was down to the last one until it was almost finished. The copy had gotten her on her back, on the floor of the tower, in a puddle of cooling lust. Belle kept her eyes closed, partially from exhaustion and partially because the black goo on her face had stuck her eyelids together as it dried. 
This Rumple seemed to understand how lucky it was to have her to itself. It threw her legs over its shoulders and pushed into her, long and deep. Belle had been so overworked, so touched and so teased, that feeling nothing but slow, powerful thrusts was exactly the balm she needed. The creature braced itself by grabbing her shoulders. Its fingernails dug into her flesh. The sharp pain contrasted beautifully with all the pleasures she’d received today.
Belle shook and throbbed, exhausted to her marrow. She lay back and let the Rumple work in her. Overdone as she was, she barely noticed when it was gone. All she knew was the sound of boots on the floor beside her. All she knew was a warm blanket over her shoulders, wrapped around her body. All she knew was strong arms picking her up and holding her.
“Do you want a bath now or do you want to sleep first?” Her husband’s tone was all cheerful business. The voice he used when he was confident in his control, when everything had gone well.
“Rumple…” Belle breathed. She nuzzled into his embrace as he carried her down the stairs. 
“That’s not an answer, little one.”
Her teeth chattered as she worked up the energy to say a single word. Her body shook, but she managed to stammer out, “B-bed.”
“Very good.” Rumple pushed away a stiff lock of her hair to kiss her on the forehead. “You perfect girl. You were astounding today.”
All Belle could do was groan. 
Their bedroom was at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the tower. It was a lush, luxurious room, furnished in gold and royal blue. Gently, Rumple placed her on a bed the size of a peasant’s cottage. 
We could have brought them here, Belle thought but didn’t have the strength to say. It might have been more comfortable than fucking on the floor.   
Even as she thought it, she knew that Rumple had made the right decision in having the orgy in the tower instead of their marriage bed. This was a space for just the two of them. This was where she slept, where Rumple stayed beside her through most nights. There were a thousand rooms in this castle, and Rumple had fucked her in every one of them. Those were the rooms for experiments, for daring proposals with other people. Not here. Not in the very heart of their love.
“We won’t do a full bath, but I am going to clean you up a bit.”
A warm, wet cloth pressed to her face. Belle breathed in the scent of lavender soap and felt a little of the exhaustion lift from her spirit. Rumple rubbed at her cheeks and her mouth, anywhere that had gotten dirty. With small, delicate strokes, he wiped the dried fluids from her eyelids.
Blinking, Belle opened her eyes and looked at his face. She had seen so many copies of that face today, but there was nothing better than the original. Rumple smiled at her, gentle and warm.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Oh, Belle.” His tone was just as hushed. 
He said no more for the moment. He focused on his task of wiping her down. The semen had dried gray-gold on her skin, a residue that covered her in glittering splotches. Belle looked down at herself and grinned. She put her hand over her husband’s to stop him. 
“Look,” she said softly. “I look like you.”
Rumple’s expression was rueful, but all he said was, “You’re much prettier, my love.”
She lay back on the feather mattress and let him tend to her. When he got to her cunt, he infused the cloth with fresh heat. It soothed her aching, well-used flesh.
“Oh that’s good,” she sighed. “You’re so good to me, Rumple.”
He wrapped her up in the blanket again, then lay beside her and gathered her into his arms. The candles in the room had been bright when he needed to see her, but now they went dim.
“Did you have a good time?” he asked her.
“You know I did,” she snuggled into him. “You saw me have probably a hundred good times today.”
He squeezed her. “Your pretty throat will be sore tomorrow, from all the screaming you did.”
“That won’t be all that’s sore,” Belle grinned. “It’s a good thing using this much magic will put you out of commission for a few days. I will certainly need the rest.”
“You’ll get your rest,” he promised her. “For as long as I can, I will give you everything you need.”
There was an odd distance to his voice. Belle heard it even through her haze of pleasure. 
“You’re talking about more than just tonight.”
He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Why did I have to fall in love with such a clever and perceptive woman?”
She snorted. A woman who wasn’t clever and perceptive never would have fallen in love with him. If you didn’t make an effort to find all the good parts of Rumpelstiltskin, it was easy to think they weren’t there. 
Groaning, Belle pulled herself up to recline on their mountain of pillows. “What’s going on, Rumple? What’s this ‘for as long as you can’?”
He didn’t look at her. “It is only… with the curse coming. And… before that…”
Belle pressed her lips together. Oh. That was what he meant. It was a part of their plan: To have even a hope of shielding himself from the curse, he would need to be in a place secured from dark magic when it happened. Secured by light magic, which of course the Dark One could not touch. The plan was to trick Snow White and Prince Charming into thinking they had outwitted him, so that they would capture him and keep him in a prison where his magic--and Regina’s--would be useless. Belle would make her own way to the relative safety of Snow White’s kingdom, but she would have to keep a low profile. No one on the side of righteousness  could know of her connection to the monster locked away in their deepest dungeon. 
It would be months before they saw each other again, and longer still once the curse was cast.
She laced her fingers through her husband’s. The gold of their wedding rings glinted in the candlelight. Those rings had once been the cuffs that kept her in bondage to the Dark One. Now they were the physical symbol of their bond to each other. All the love in their hearts, minds, and bodies was poured into two small bands of gold and straw and magic.
“It will be alright,” Belle said. “We will be together again. Even if we have to wait until the curse breaks.”
“I’ll do everything I can to make sure we’re married in the next world,” Rumple murmured. “For all the good it will do. That world will be designed to make us miserable, our worst selves.” He squeezed her hand tightly. Surely he was thinking of what his worst self might be.
A shudder went through Belle at the same thought. Her worst self, married to Rumple’s worst self, frozen in time that moved but never progressed. They would have twenty-eight years to bring out the worst in each other, to prey on each others’ insecurities and draw out each other’s viciousness. All the intimacies they shared now in happiness and trust--how could they be twisted into misery? All the ways she knew Rumple, all the ways he knew her, those were vulnerabilities freely given that could become points of weakness, places to attack.
They loved each other so much. They could hurt each other so badly.  
“It won’t be forever,” she assured him, assured them both. “The Savior will come, the curse will break, we’ll be together, and we will find your son. We will, Rumple!”
“I know.” He held her again, patted her soothingly. “I know we’ll find him. If only there were fewer steps in between. If only there were fewer opportunities for you to be hurt.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“And I don’t want to be alone,” she said. “But this is the way it must be.”
There was a moment of silence. When Rumple spoke, there was a hint of impishness in his voice. “Well…”
“What?” She sat up to look at him. “What is your scheme, Rumpelstiltskin?”
“Well, now that we know how well the duplicates work, I could make more, before I’m called away from you.”
Belle blinked. “Is that why you made them in the first place? Was it always your plan to leave me with a dozen copies to play at being my husband? Like some kind of--of harem, like they have in the palaces of Agrabah? Was that your thought?”
“My thought was not to let you be alone.” He ignored her slight teasing and spoke seriously. “If you wish it, my Belle, I would give you an army of protectors and companions and bed-mates. Anything to make this easier for you.”
She slid close to him, wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you,” she said. “I love that you care for me so much, that you would offer me this gift. But listen to me when I tell you this: A thousand copies would not give me one-tenth the joy I have with you. In my bed, by my side, in every possible way--I want you, and you alone. Any substitution would be bittersweet at best. It would only make me miss you all the more.”     
“Belle,” he whispered. He pulled her close and kissed her.
Of all the kisses she had received that day, of all the ways her mouth had been used and abused by so many imitations of her husband, this genuine moment was by far her favorite. The curse wouldn’t change that, separation wouldn’t change that. Loneliness and secrets and a thousand other trials wouldn’t come between Belle and her love for her one and only Rumpelstiltskin. 
She had to believe that.
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Upon landing in a new world - Rumplestiltskin quickly comes to the conclusion that this is a world too dangerous for Belle.
Start reading this fanfic from the start Take me to Chapter 51
Chapter 51: Dragons!
When the ship fell back into the tranquil waters of a new world, Belle eagerly looked around, curious if there was land in sight or anything interesting or curious to see.
The moonlight betrayed very little though. They were in the middle of an ocean, no islands or continents in sight, nothing but water surrounding them, until Belle saw a shadow in front of the moon. Something was approaching them so swiftly and was so large that it made the moonlight on a large part of the ocean shimmer in darkness.
Frowning, she tried to make out the silhouette, until she heard Rumplestiltskin's breathless whisper: “Dragons...”
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disclaimer: I am dyslexic so their may be spelling errors but I use spell check. All are fem reader. Send me an ask if you want male reader.
COLBY BROCK - 👻🖤🔮✨
(this series is Colby and y/n going to the sallie house and him comforting her)
midnight cuddles - chapter 1
good morning princess- chapter 2
Sallie house- chapter 3
The investigation- chapter 4
possessed- chapter 5
I love you- chapter 6
comments- chapter 7
Movies night/ Valentine’s Day (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)
You slept with my sister!-part 2 (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)
Halloween party (Colby gets jealous)
FINNICK ODAIR 💙����💍🧜‍♂️
(you and finnick go into the arena)
Nightmares part 1
The ring part 2
Chariot rides part 3
Training part 4
TOM BRANSON 🇮🇪❤️☘️🍀
Valentine’s Day
STEVE HARRINGTON 🍦🥰 ♥️🍨
keep the door open!!! —(hopper is your dad and Steve is in your room)
vecna —(you get taken by vecna)
RUMBELLE
dragons days
CORIOLANUS SNOW 🕊️🥀🐍🌹
Between the bars—(Coryo and y/n have their first kiss)
honeysuckle —-(what if Coryo met y/n in the arena)
MATHEW MURDOCK 🥊👿❤️🦯
the snap part 1 —(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)
better than the devil part 2 —-(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)
Sundays (newlyweds have a Sunday together and go to church)
Trust me there is many more to come.
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I’ve fallen down ye old Once Upon a Time Rumbelle fanfiction rabbit hole again (as one does) and I read this really cute AU fic called “The Plus One” by Joylee on Ao3.
And in chapter seven (right before the smut starts 😏) there’s this absolutely adorable visual of Mr. Gold in plaid pajama bottoms and a cheesey spinning t-shirt that I couldn’t get out of my brain until I drew it.
So I did.
And he came out just as endearing as I imagined.
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