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Spoiler Alert 🚨

If you’re on OUAT season 5 you’re safe. If not, I mean I’d still read it but you’re gonna get spoilers🤣 (it’s worth it though 🤫) Also please forgive me if the storyline isn’t exactly how it was in the show… this is sorta just off the top of my head so there could be some things I’ve forgotten🤣

Okay so I just have this thing- you know that scene in OUAT where Gold has a heart attack and then ends up in the hospital with (spoiler alert ‼️) Zelena? And you know how she sent him into a second heart attack and he ended up intubated?

Alright well here’s my thing.

The series went through that WAYYYYY too fast for my taste so let’s engage in a little “Rumple-Whumple” shall we?

First let’s think about the parts we *didn’t* see during that episode (Heart of Gold 4/17).

Rumple is in New York after being forced out of Storybrooke by Belle. When we catch up with him, he’s opening the door to his son’s old apartment and he happens to find Robin and his “family” there. With how quickly he has the heart attack and how little it takes to push him to it, we can only assume that he’s been having “build up” symptoms all day.

So what would that look like?

My idea is that he might’ve been up at 3 a.m. the night before with what he deemed “heartburn,” not recognizing the whole bit about his dark deeds poisoning his heart (or in this world, heart attack symptoms.)

Maybe because of that chest tightness and pressure, he didn’t get much sleep and that took away the time he desperately needed to rest.

So by the time the morning comes, he’s still having pains on and off and he feels exhausted. Perhaps he skips out on breakfast because he just doesn’t feel up to even making something simple.

He goes on about his day, walking the streets of New York… loud traffic, too many people, and of course his leg hurting from being without magic to stop it.

Of course he’s got Belle’s voice in his mind- he replays the moment she sent him away over and over and over until he realizes his chest is really starting to hurt.

He makes his way to Bae’s apartment, hoping he can just rest there for a bit before getting back to finding his way back to Storybrooke.

That’s when he finds Robin and the others.

The longer he stands there arguing with Robin, the more he feels lightheaded, the more the room spins, the more his anxiety spikes and the pain in his chest runs rampant…

Then, he blacks out.

Moving on to the hospital…

When Rumple wakes up, his head hurts from the fall, and his body is sore all over from the heart attack.

Now, he feels even more exhausted and pained, but *vulnerable.*

No one who he can trust is here. He’s lying in a cold hospital room in an uncomfortable bed with stiff blankets and an IV in his arm. He misses Belle now more than ever because he knows if she were there, she’d be by his side, tending to him and making sure he felt cared for and loved.

Alas, he’s here with the Honorable Thief himself, and so he acts big and bad when asking for the magic he needs to get back home.

While he waits for Robin to get back, he’s alone with his thoughts. He imagines being back home with Belle. He can practically smell her homemade bread he loves so much. He can feel the soft, slightly worn blankets around him. He hears her sweet voice saying she’ll be there in just a minute.

When Robin finally returns, he drinks the potion, thinking he’ll be healed immediately. This is where it gets interesting….

He realizes nothings changed. He’s still in pain, he’s still tired, he still feels like he’s made of lead and moving is impossible.

Soon enough he’s discovered that Zelena is right in front of him.

He knows she wants to kill him, or worse, use him for something. The more she talks, the more pressure he feels settling in his chest. His heart rate skyrockets and he feels like he can’t breathe… then, those words…

“You failed…oops.”

He can’t take it. The pain, the anxiety, the everything… his heart gives in a second time, leaving the monitor going wild as his vision fades.

He wakes up stiff, cold and pained once again. He feels the softness of a cool towel on his head and leans into it slightly before realizing it’s not Belle who is tending to him.

Despite how sore he is, he does everything in his power to scoot away from Zelena, but being intubated and weak makes it much harder.

He doesn’t like the feeling of being intubated at all, but there’s nothing he can do. He’s at the mercy of the medical staff and Zelena.

His throat feels sore and scratchy, and he wants nothing more than to be curled up in Belle’s arms, drinking a warm cup of tea.

Sadly, that doesn’t happen. He gets another threat from Zelena- putting him in the position of choosing good or choosing to live without constant pain…

He couldn’t help it. He blinked.

#ouat fanfiction #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #ouat sickfic #ouat rumple sickfic #sickfic

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amethystdreamer114 · 14 days

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My Weakness Part 2/?

Summary: ABO where Gold is a hot-blooded alpha and struggles with rutting symptoms, while trying his hardest to gain your favor before the worst hits…

TW: rut, swearing, smut, vomiting, random other sickfic stuff I decide on- honestly this is kinda a kitchen sink sickfic so😂

As soon as he left his shop, the cold air hit hard, making him shiver so hard he could barely move. The dim streetlights and similar looking cobblestone alleyways didn’t make it easy to navigate as his sense of direction was marred by intense dizziness.

“J-j-just have to m-make it t-to the d-dock…” he reminded himself.

The further he walked, the more his old leg injury flared up, leaving him limping (and occasionally falling) onto the icy sidewalks. Between the chills, his confusion, and the fact that he hadn’t been able to eat all day due to nausea, he nearly passed out at the boarding ramp of the ship.

“Aye! Outta here you bloody crocodile! I’ll not have you on my ship. You try, you’ll lose.” Hook was serious. His sword was already drawn. As an alpha himself, he could smell Gold’s rut coming on quick. You’d already gone to bed and he was about to join you… except for one thing.

“Killian you okay? I smelled…” you gasped when you saw Gold, who was slowly turning into Rumple.

“He’s not our problem lass. He’d have Belle if he hadn’t been an ass.” Killian’s eyes were like knives.

“Please I-I’m-“ he shuddered, falling to his knees.

You couldn’t bear to see someone in such a vulnerable state, alone, and you knew it would only get worse. Not to mention, you and Killian hadn’t exactly been *happy* lately.

You grabbed your coat and started down the ramp.

“(Y/n)! He’s fine! He doesn’t deserve-“

You cut him off.

“I’m not about to let him suffer. If you had half a heart, you’d understand.” You scolded, finally reaching him.

At first, he flinched away from your touch, not wanting to cause more trouble. His head was beginning to hurt and any yelling would have him curled up on the concrete, clutching his temples.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. He won’t hurt you either.” You whispered, looking up at Killian who was absolutely fuming.

“I’m gonna get you back to your shop. You just tell me when you think you can move.” You stroked his hair back and then down his neck. He felt so warm as he leaned into your touch with a pitiful whimper.

He curled into your chest, as his animalistic instincts took over.

“You s-smell so-“ your scent calmed him down quite a bit. His chills lessened, and the aches in his muscles had relaxed.

“And I’m gonna be here,” you rubbed his back. “As long as you need me.”

He nodded, now transforming further into his Rumplestiltskin appearance. His now curled hair fluffed up against your breast as he cuddled into you.

Killian just huffed and started throwing random items like his canteen overboard or to the other side of the ship where they’d shatter.

Each sound led to Rumple nearly bursting into tears. Loud noises and bright light sensitivity… both signs of a rut-induced migraine which only happened when an alpha didn’t have a set mate.

“I’m staying with you Rumple,” you soothed him before carefully helping him to his feet to begin the trek back to his shop.

#ouat fanfiction #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple sickfic #sickfic #sickfic mr gold #sick ouat #reader insert #abo #alpha Killian #alpha gold #alpha rumple

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amethystdreamer114 · 14 days

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My Weakness Part 1/?

Summary: ABO where Gold is a hot-blooded alpha and struggles with rutting symptoms, while trying his hardest to gain your favor before the worst hits…

TW: rut, swearing, smut, vomiting, random other sickfic stuff I decide on- honestly this is kinda a kitchen sink sickfic so😂

Soft, yellow candlelight illuminated Gold’s jacket as he paced up and down the isles of his store, attempting to distract himself with various items. With every second, the clock ticked closer to midnight. He could already feel his chest and neck heating up as his fever started.

Alpha ruts were… interesting to say the least. They lasted 5-7 days and typically worked in phases.

Phase 1: Fever, heightened sense of smell, temper or outbursts, an insatiable need to find a mate, or if you had one, an insatiable need to be near them.

Gold had a mate… or so he thought.

He’d met you at Granny’s on one of his walks. He could still picture it perfectly. Your pastel yellow sundress, the way your hair flowed in the breeze, the way you smelled like sweet oranges and freshly picked flowers.

He remembered how you had been so kind and gentle to him, especially since he’d just been left alone by Belle.

You two had talked for a few minutes on the bench outside. He’d studied your every word and the way you looked at him as if, for once, he mattered for more than just being The Dark One.

That’s when the blasted pirate showed up.

“(Y/n) love, we mustn’t get too close to the crocodile.” He swept you away, gesturing to his hand. “Learned my bloody lesson the hard way.”

Since then, you’d been on his mind and now, he was even more drawn to you. Especially since every now and again, he’d catch your scent.

Belle had left him at the worst time possible. During a rut, if an alpha *doesn’t* have a mate, symptoms are much worse.

What would normally feel like an off-day or residual flu symptoms very quickly became debilitating.

The clock continued to tick, showing him that his time was passing quickly. With every step, every attempt to distract himself, he could feel the chills and discomfort settling in. His long, brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Soon, he started to feel disoriented and confused.

He fumbled around for his cane and then gave all the effort he had to reach the back of the shop, where he all but collapsed on one of the couches.

The fabric felt like knives as it rubbed against this feverish skin.

He started to curl in on himself, tugging on the edge of a thin throw blanket that was almost out of reach.

That’s when a gust of wind through the window brought in your scent. In his hazy state, he envisioned you at his side, stroking his hair and telling reassuring him that it would be alright and he’d make it through this.

He was scared, honestly. He’d never been through a rut alone.

He needed you and now, he had to find you and beg for the help he so desperately needed.

#ouat fanfiction #ouat sickfic #ouat rumple sickfic #sick rumple #abo #abo fanfiction #abo sickfic #alpha rumple #alpha gold #abo mr gold #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #reader insert #omega reader

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amethystdreamer114 · 29 days

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How OUAT guys would handle being sick 🤒

TW: sickfic subjects below! (Vomiting, fever, etc.)

Killian-

Prone to high grade fevers (100.7-103)

Loves to be coddled and held like an infant when he’s cold.

Has nightmares of being on the Jolly Roger alone and getting into a storm

Prefers liquid meds to pills

Likes to watch movies and stay in bed

Gets pukey when there’s any kind of smell that’s too strong— will 10/10 cry about it

Pls give him head scratches and back scratches cause he loves to be spoiled

Gold-

Tries to be independent even if he passes out trying

Enjoys company when he’s feeling bad but he will never actually admit it.

Gets lower grade fevers, but tends to get emotional when he has them

Reacts really well to holding hands, having a cool cloth pressed to his forehead and cheeks

Adores getting treated by you and will be clingy at least a week after he gets better

Feels extremely tired and drained, as well as has trouble remembering to eat

Prone to sore throats/coughs

Will waddle around the house in a tortoiseshell made of blankets

Charming-

Will. Not. Admit. He’s. Sick.

If he ever admits it, he’s likely on his death bed.

Requires a keen eye to set up what he needs before he knows he needs it

I.e. “hey I brought you this grilled cheese and soup. I made myself one anyways.” Or “I saw your stuff in the bathroom. I went ahead and put a new towel in there and some warmer pajamas”

Average when it comes to tummy sickness but does have a fantastic tendency to eat things he shouldn’t

Make him feel strong when he’s sick cause if not baby will pout

Anyone else have ideas? 🙃

#ouat fanfiction #ouat #ouat rumple #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #ouat charming #ouat Killian #ouat hook #sickfic #sickfic ideas

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amethystdreamer114 · 30 days

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“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.

#ouat fanfiction #ouat fic #mr gold #rumplestiltskin #professor x student #enchantment spell #ouat rumple #ouat #once upon a time #reader insert #x reader

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amethystdreamer114 · 1 month

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“Do. Not. Touch.”

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Summary: Rumple has been working in his office for days (2 hours) and you’re dying to get his attention even if it means being disobedient…

Note: this one is more fluffy to give me a starting point to write from haha😂

“Now, what did I say?”

Rumple was on the verge of multiple magic deals, some of which would allow him to torment his enemies… making the matters all the more pressing. He’d set you up with snacks, blankets, a movie— but you had one job.

“You said I am supposed to sit here and watch the movies until you come out of your office.” You sighed.

“Very good dearie, and?”

“And I’m supposed to take my vitamins after the second one.”

“Excellent. Now, I’ll be out in a few hours. Oh and (y/n)?”

You looked up.

“Don’t touch anything up front. You don’t know what they do and I don’t want you getting hurt.” He was firm in saying not to do it…

Soon enough he left to go to his office.

That gave you enough time to watch 10 minutes of the movie, get bored, and go knock on his door.

“Yes dearie?” He answered.

“It’s lonely without you.” You pouted.

“I have to work, little one. I’ll be out in a couple of hours.” He patted your back and turned you toward the living room again.

You huffed and went back to sit down. Another 15 minutes went by… then another 15. At the 2 hour mark, you were certain his absence was going to end you.

Your juice boxes had run dry, the gummy wrappers were scattered in the floor… and you now had a serious desire to get his attention.

You walked back to his door and heard him talking to people, which you shouldn’t interrupt.

So, like a good little one, you went to the shop to do the exact thing he told you not to- but at least you wouldn’t be bored.

You got your hands on crystals, trinkets, tools, anything you could find. It was going remarkably well until you heard a voice.

“Do. Not. Touch.”

It was Rumple.

“I gave you very specific instructions dearie, but you disobeyed me.” He was suddenly right behind you. “Do you want to tell me why?”

You shook your head.

“Nu, tank you.”

“That wasn’t a request.” His voice was a bit more stern.

“Mmmm nu don wan tell why. Tank you.” You tried to grab a few more trinkets and run away, but soon you were caught in his arms.

“Well then dearie, I suppose you won’t mind going to time out until you feel like talking?”

You instantly transported to a corner, with Rumple standing behind you.

“Now, you’ll stay here until I get everything back where it’s supposed to go.”

You huffed but agreed, though a few minutes later you did feel a little guilty for disobeying him.

“Okay little one,” he came back. “We’re gonna do write-offs so we learn better for next time. Do you know what you did wrong?”

“Mmm tell daddie um not wan talk bout bein bad…”

He raised his brow at you.

“An be bad in first place”

He smirked. “Exactly. Now…”

A crayon and paper appeared in front of you.

“Okay, I want “I will obey daddy” 10 times.”

You pouted.

“(Y/n?)” he raised his brow again.

And of course you did as he said. You liked to make him happy, but write offs weren’t enough to make you not do it again the next time you wanted his attention ;)

#little space #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #ouat fanfiction #punishment #write offs #reader insert

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amethystdreamer114 · 1 month

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How I think the OUAT guys would be with a littlespace reader…

Killian-

1000% protective of you- and would 10/10 make you hold his hand everywhere you went.

For sure going to text and ask you what time you went to bed, what you ate, etc.

Very lax on punishment when you do something you aren’t supposed to in little space.

Would destroy anyone who made you cry.

Would have dances and coloring sessions and tea parties with you

Rumple-

Wants to be part of your entire day from making little Dino shaped grilled cheeses to giving you a bubble bath at 2 a.m. cause you asked for it

Would not put up with you disobeying the rules. He’s gonna enforce them.

Going to use his magic to know your location at all times

He’s very cool headed but if someone hurt you, they’re going to regret life

Would be the perfect daddy if you were sick or hurt and needed comforting- we’re talking staying up all night, coddling you while you sip apple juice and watch Bluey.

Pan-

The KING of playing pretend *allows time for kingly applause*

Would be absolutely clueless if you didn’t feel well, but would want to know how he could help- so he’d probably talk to one of the lost boys and reach a game plan on his own

Very resourceful (A.K.A, if you want something, it’s going to be yours one way or another… possibly through a magic deal)

Charming-

Despite what you’d think, I’m seeing *specific* VERY WELL ENFORCED rules.

10/10 going to put your art on the fridge

Protective, but as long as you’re in his sight he’s chill.

Great cuddler in the case of a nightmare

Knows how to help you slip when you’re too nervous/panicked to on your own

#little space #agere little #ouat fanfiction #ouat #once upon a time #prince charming #killian jones #captain hook #peter pan ouat #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #headcanon

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