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[ryik-the-writer]

Once Upon a Manip ~ Jumbelle in Rumple's tower.

J: "He...gets like this when he's working."

J: "See, weird."

R: *glares*

J: "Leaving now, right."

B: "I don't think it's weird...or you.

#i've wanted to do this series for a while #doing a lot of crack ships #jumbelle #rumbelle #rumbelleedit #jefferson #the mad hatter #rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskinedit #belle french #bellefrenchedit #ouat #ouatedit #ouat manip #ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer #mad rumbelle

[galactic-pirates]

True Love Ways (RCIJ)

Synopsis: Twenty-eight years after their happy beginning started Rumplestiltskin and Belle attend Gideon's wedding reception. They reminiscence about their life together, and hope that their son and his new husband share the same magical true love they have enjoyed, just without the painful events that marked the beginning of a tale that was as old as time...

Note: Written for Rumbelle Christmas in July for @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer. I hope you enjoy it! A massive thank you to @mariequitecontrarie for beta reading this for me and being a constant source of encouragement. Also huge thanks to @sarashouldbestudying and @little-inkstone for cheering me on and just being lovely wonderful people. You guys are the best!

Prompt: So our son is gay.

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‘What makes it even better, today our story starts anew...’

 “Twenty-eight years ago, did you ever think we’d be here?” Belle asked softly.

 Rumplestiltskin dropped a kiss on the top of her head and rubbed a hand against her back, feeling the thin outline of her silk dress beneath his suit jacket. It was chilly on the balcony of the hotel ballroom, and Rumplestiltskin was sure that he looked distinctly windswept, but such a perfect moment was worth the minor discomfort. The upbeat music from the dance floor was muffled by the clear glass doors, allowing them to hear one another and still see everything happening at the wedding inside.

 A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he caught sight of Gideon. Their son looked so happy, energetically dancing with his new husband, his eyes sparkling and a grin splitting his face.

Nearby, despite having close to thirty years on the newlyweds, Ruby and Dorothy commandeered a section of the dance floor, lest fellow partiers run afoul of their flailing limbs. The wild gyrations of Gideon and his friends didn’t match with what Rumplestiltskin would call dancing, which was why he and Belle had decided to use this moment to get a breath of fresh air. They would slow dance later, holding each other close as they had a thousand times before.

 “At a hotel in New York, hosting the reception for our son’s wedding to his husband,” Rumplestiltskin said dryly. “No, I can’t say I did.”

 Belle poked his side gently. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she chided. “I always hoped we’d be here together, but after everything that happened ... I was almost afraid to dream.”

 “Yes, I know what you mean,” Rumplestiltskin agreed.

 Putting it in those terms it did seem fairly miraculous. Their courtship, such as it was, and early years together had been so tumultuous the past twenty-eight years did feel like a dream. The first few years had been the hardest, due to what Rumplestiltskin could only term the ‘adjustment period.’ So much had happened in such a short amount of time that peace was hard to accept. They had lurched from one crisis to another ever since Emma and Henry had broken the first dark curse. It had been a curious surprise to discover that the peace they had dreamed about was harder to live with than their lives being under constant threat.

 It had taken time, and Rumplestiltskin didn’t think he’d truly relaxed until Henry had left town for university. Gideon was four years old, soon to be starting school himself, and Rumplestiltskin felt almost like something inside him had clicked. Unconsciously he’d been waiting for disaster to befall them - he was a villain and villains didn’t get happy endings. He settled into the slow pace of life around them, knowing all was well, and he relaxed, letting himself truly believe in the happy beginning he and Belle had built together. When Gideon was five, Belle fell pregnant with their daughter, Nadia, breaking the streak of men born into the Gold clan.

 Rumplestiltskin could see Nadia standing by the bar, gesticulating wildly as she talked with Henry. Nadia was Belle in miniature, and shared her mother’s love of books; and while she didn’t have her nephew’s author powers, Nadia did have a gift with words. Belle had confessed it was one of the proudest days of her life when she’d stocked the library shelves with multiple copies of Nadia’s first book. Her daughter’s creation adding to the special magic that could only be found in the written word.

 “Do you have any regrets?” Rumplestiltskin asked, the words flowing from his tongue before he’d really considered the question. Today was a momentous occasion and as with all big events, it made him reflect on the past.

 Belle twisted in his arms, lifting her head from his shoulder so she could gaze into his eyes. Her brow furrowed lightly as she searched for something in his expression. Rumplestiltskin stared back, he could easily lose himself in Belle’s eyes, they were still so impossibly blue even after all these years. Her chestnut curls were now streaked with grey, and there were a few more lines on her face. They now looked as if they were the same age physically, as he hadn’t aged a day thanks to the magic of the Dark One coursing through his veins. Rumplestiltskin had outlived one son, and that was one child too many; he had no wish to outlive Belle either. One day his curse would break, until then it served its purpose in granting them a life together - the forever they had promised one another so long ago.

 “What could I possibly regret?” Belle replied with a slight shrug.

 Old insecurities waged war in Rumplestiltskin’s mind for half a second, but almost thirty years of happiness with his true love had reduced them to barely a whisper. “When Gideon went to college ...” he started.

 “Oh Rumple, not that again.” Belle rolled her eyes in exasperation, but her voice stayed gentle “I’ve always loved learning but ... there are paths in life and that one wasn’t for me. Together, and as a family, we’ve traveled the world. We’ve made all our dreams come true, I wouldn’t have traded a single moment.”

 She smiled warmly and Rumplestiltskin nodded, a parade of snapshots crossing his mind of all the places they’d been and what they’d seen. Belle had always wanted to see the world, and she’d wanted an adventure, and their life together had certainly accomplished both. They’d walked on every continent, seen what remained of all seven wonders of the world, and a lot of other tourist sites. However Belle wouldn’t be Belle, if she had been satisfied with just the tourist traps. They’d strolled the backstreets of Paris, finding hidden wonders that weren’t in any official tour guides. Rumplestiltskin had rented a car, and braved driving across Italy up and down the Amalfi coast, letting them stop at little villages to admire the stunning vistas.

 The world tour had been incredible but their true accomplishment was their two amazing children. The only thing that dulled the shine of their otherwise perfect life was the absence of someone who should have been there - Bae. Rumplestiltskin gazed back into the ballroom just in time to see Regina tug Lucy playfully onto the dance floor. It was late for the little girl, and she had been sleepily leaning against her father, Henry’s, leg, but she perked up as she danced with her grandmother.

 Bae would have been so proud of Henry. Rumplestiltskin could see that through his grandson, and now his great-granddaughter, Bae lived on in a way but that was cold comfort. It was a shame that Bae wasn’t here, they could have had a competition as to who was the proudest father. Rumplestiltskin thought he would probably win. Two of Nadia’s books had been turned into movies, which amused Henry to no end. The day they’d heard the news, Henry had fallen down he was laughing so hard, muttering something about Disney which Rumplestiltskin had tactfully ignored.

 Nadia had enjoyed her time at college, studying English Literature as befitted a professional writer, but Gideon had become something of a professional student. He had accumulated several degrees over the last decade. He’d studied architecture first, having become fascinated by all the different building types he’d seen on their world tour growing up. Then he’d studied history, and antiques, with a minor in library science following in both his parents footsteps. Rumplestiltskin felt his eyes being drawn back to Gideon; he would never tire of seeing his son so happy. It had been at college that Gideon had met Chin, a native of Hawaii who for some inexplicable reason had decided to swap sun-drenched beaches for the cold drizzle and snow of New York. The two had been inseparable for years.

 It had never been a question of if they got married, it had always been when. Gideon had been nervous about telling Chin of his magical heritage but bizarrely Rumplestiltskin hadn’t felt any trepidation. He’d developed a sense over the years about people, and about true love, and he was fairy confident in saying his son had been blessed with the most powerful of all magic. Nothing, not even secrets about fairytale characters, could have kept Chin and Gideon apart.

 “Do you remember when Gideon told us about his first crush?” Belle asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.

 “I’ve always known the power of words but fate was smiling on us that day,” Rumplestiltskin murmured. “You teased him about ‘oh is there someone you like’ ...”

 “And Gideon blushed.” Belle picked up the tale, her eyes misting in remembrance.

 “He stared at his shoes and mumbled ‘Bradley’ and ...” Rumplestiltskin’s lips quirked in a smile. “I taught him about hamburger dates.”

 Belle poked him in the side again, earning an exaggerated exhale of breath. “And I persuaded you not to threaten any dates with being turned into snails.”

 Rumplestiltskin pouted. “He’s our son, Belle, nobody was ever going to be good enough.”

 “Except his true love,” Belle finished. She shivered again in the chilly New York air just as the music transformed into a slow love ballad.

 “May I have this dance, Mrs. Gold?” Rumplestiltskin asked, holding out his hand.

 Belle stepped out of his embrace and curtseyed, her eyes twinkling as she accepted his hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”

 Together they returned the ballroom, slipping into each others arms and gliding onto the dancefloor. Belle rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed together.

 ‘Leave the past and all its scars, a happy beginning now is ours...’

#rumbelle christmas in july #ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer #RCIJ #rumbelle #rumbelle fic #once upon a time

[itssandgirl]

@ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer yes, they are. this whole season is nothing but wrongness..I even skipped the first half.

#ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer #ouat S6

[missielynne]

The Mer-Maid, A Rumbelle Fanfiction

A Rumbelle May Menagerie gift for @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer

Summary: A group of sailors shipwrecks outside the Dark Castle one night and in exchange for help fixing their boat, they give him a mermaid they’ve captured named Belle, the perfect thing to solve his castle-cleaning problems...

As the sun rose over the Dark Castle, Rumplestiltskin rose with it, pulling a red velvet robe on. It wasn't hard for him to get out of bed. He hadn't slept well, not for years. In fact, he often spent more time roaming around than sleeping in his room, and that was fine. Anything that would keep him out of his own head...keep the bad thoughts at bay. One thing that his nightly wanderings had told him was that it was much messier than he liked. It was truly hideous how bad he'd allowed it to get. Horrifying. But what to do? He supposed he could take up a wand and wander around from room to room cleaning, but he didn't feel like it. The Dark One had better things to do. He'd have to find someone to do it for him. But who? No one was foolish enough to come here. Or were they? Those who were desperate, who were in need of a deal, were landing on his doorstep or calling him out and about much more than he would like. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to name his price. As he went from village to village in search of the desperate, he failed to find just the perfect person for the job. After a week, he was once again alone in a dirty house. It really was getting on his nerves. But one night he was awakened by a loud, insistent knocking on the castle door. Cursing under his breath, he actually got up to see who it was. He could turn them into toads when he opened the door and then be back to his own bed in seconds. It wouldn't be any trouble at all. When Rumple opened the door, he found a few wet sailors looking bedraggled and exhausted standing on his doorstep. "Go away," he said. "It's the middle of the night. I don't take kindly to visitors." "But...but our ship has crashed," one of them pleaded, actually putting his foot in the door to prevent Rumple from closing it. "We just need shelter until we can get it repaired." "You do realize where you are and to whom you are speaking, don't you?" Rumple asked, using his magic to get himself into clothes before stepping into the light. "What is it that you will give me in return for such largesse?" "You know we wouldn't ask unless we were certain we had something that you would take," another sailor, stockier and more imposing than the first, answered. "Normally we wouldn't even give it up, but we're desperate, so...come with us and see what we have for you." "All right, fine," Rumple sighed. "Show me your little trinkets and baubles, even though I won't have much use for them." But much to his surprise, what they showed him was not a trinket or a bauble. It was a mermaid, captured from the sea and surviving in very little water below deck. She had long dark hair and big blue eyes. She seemed...sweet, although members of her kind usually weren't. "So?" The stocky sailor asked Rumple again. "Will you take her in exchange for a few night's lodging?" "I'll do even better," Rumple grinned. He did his magic and giggled. "I've fixed your ship. You can go now." "Don't you want us to help you get her inside?" A third sailor with red hair questioned. "Fine, help me get her inside," Rumple huffed. "Then you go, and don't darken my doorway again." So they did (of course, Rumple could have brought her in with magic, had he wanted to, but since the sailors had intruded on his peace and quiet, he was making them work. They tucked her into a bed and then went on their way, leaving Rumple in the castle alone with her, and thinking about what to say when she woke up.

It was as he came to check on her the next morning that the mermaid woke up, saw him, and screamed loud enough to break the windows. "Damn," he swore. "Do you know how expensive those are? It's going to take me time to get more!" "Who are you?" The mermaid asked, pulling a blanket around herself. "What's happened to me? Where am I?" "I am the Dark One," he told her. "And you are at my castle. I sneaked in here this morning and put a spell on you that will keep you from getting away. Try and run to the water now and you won't last very long." "Well, that answers that question, but why am I here?" The mermaid asked. "What do you remember last?" Rumple wanted to know. "I was captured by some sailors," she replied. "They wanted to use as a trading tool or something." "And that they did," Rumple assured her. "They got shipwrecked here last evening and you were given to me in exchange for my help fixing their boat and getting them on their way." She nodded. "It would make sense that they would want to get rid of me after their boat was wrecked," she said. "You do know what my kind does when one of us is harmed." "Oh, yes, I do," Rumple nodded. "But I don't fear anything. Especially not a mermaid." He paused. "Speaking of, what did they call you?" "Belle," she got out. "My name is Belle. Tell me, Dark One: what is it that you want from me? Are you going to sell me off too? Obviously you have no plans for my fins or scales because I don't seem to have my tail anymore." "No," Rumple sighed. "I just...need a housekeeper. As you can see, it's filthy around here." "Why don't you clean it up?" She asked. "Cause I have better things to do," he said through his teeth. "Not that it's any of your business at all why I do the things I do." Belle bit her lip and rolled her eyes. "All right. That's not a good conversation path to go down. I understand." She reached toward him. "Help me sit up." "Oh, all right," Rumple huffed. "I've been meaning to get rid of those fins of yours. You can't really do housework if you can't walk around, can you?" "You...you're going to do magic on me?" Belle asked once he helped her sit up. "You're going to change me?" "Yes," Rumple nodded. "Of course. I already have. Do you think you'd be able to last so long without water if I hadn't?" "Turn me back, please," Belle demanded. "I don't want to lose who I am just because some selfish sailors took me away from my home." "Well, how will you clean if you don't have legs?" Rumple questioned. "As a mermaid, I can make myself have legs," Belle informed him. "Probably for not as long as the spell you've put on me would give me, but I think it's a good compromise. During the time I have legs, I'll do my best to accomplish what you want of me, and when I don't...I'll just be in the water." "All right," Rumple nodded. "If it's the only way to get you to do your work." "Really?" Belle questioned. "You'll really let me go out to swim at night and  trust that I'll return to do my duties in the morning?" "I expect that the second you leave, you won't come back," Rumple sighed. "I wouldn't expect you to." He sat next to her on the bed and Belle reached out to touch his hair. "You poor man," she said. "Of course I'll stay. You can trust me." "All right," he said, waving his hand and reverting her back to her original form. "There you go. You're back to normal." He paused. "Get dressed and then I would like you to start in the kitchen, then go to the library. You won't get the library done today, but don't worry, you can take your time with that." "All right," Belle nodded and started to get out of bed. "I don't have any clothes. What should I do about that?" "I'm sure we can find you something," Rumple assured her and zapped her into a blue dress. "There you go. That shall suit your purpose quite nicely." "Thank you," Belle smiled at him. "Thank you very much." She got out of bed and asked, "Now, where did you want me to start?" "Well, it's been quite an interesting evening and I'm a big hungry," he replied. "Do you know how to cook?" "I could figure it out," Belle nodded as he led her to the stove. "But I won't make you seafood. I won't have you eating my friends." "Oh, fine," Rumple sighed. "I never cared much for fish anyway." He paused. "Then, after I eat, I'll leave this place to do my work. I expect it to be clean when I return. Or at least clean enough that it's apparent you've made an effort." "That shouldn't be a problem," Belle looked around at the filthy kitchen. "If the rest of the house is as bad as this, no wonder you want it cleaned. I'll get right on that." She paused and crossed her arms, leaning on the stove. "How can you live like this?" She asked. "It couldn't be pleasant." "Well, to be honest, I'm not so sure I deserve pleasant," he told her, avoiding her gaze. "I've been living how I deserve to live." There was an awkward silence between them and then he turned to face her and grinned fiendishly. "Oh, and I hope you're not squeamish. Because you'll have to skin and prepare the children I hunt for their pelts." Belle's jaw dropped and then he said, "That was a quip. Do mermaids not have senses of humor?" "Oh," She gave a weak chuckle. "Hilarious." "Well, I'll get on my way, then," he told her. "Nothing more that I can do here, since you know what you're going to be filling your day with." "And what if I happen to finish cleaning before you come back?" Belle asked. "What will I do then?" "If, by some miracle, you finish all the cleaning by the time I return, I suppose you could begin sorting the library," Rumple shrugged. "I've been meaning to myself, but like with so many other things...I haven't gotten around to it." "All right," Belle nodded, taking a few steps and nearly falling down. He caught her and asked, "What in the world is the matter with you?" "Sorry," she apologized and gave him a beautiful smile. "I guess I'm still getting used to my legs. I've not used them much before now." "Right." He let her go, made sure she was steady, and then said, "I'll be on my way now. Goodbye." "Goodbye, Rumplestiltskin," she replied. "Have a good day." "I'll try my best to have a successful one," he assured her. "Thank you.

When he returned, he was pleased to see that the house was much cleaner than it had been when he'd left that morning, but when he called out for Belle, he heard nothing. This puzzled him for a moment because it wasn't yet dark, so she would not have left to go out into the water.Then, he realized where she'd probably gone: the library. He made his way there and saw her curled up in a chair with a book in her lap. "Enjoying that?" He asked. "You must be because you didn't respond when I called." "Oh, I apologize," Belle told him. "I know I haven't completely cleaned the castle yet and I was only supposed to come in here when that had been done, but...the books. I was so curious about the books!" "Now tell me," Rumple urged, leaning against the side of her chair and straightening a bit of her skirt that had hiked up. "How is it that one knows about books when one lives in the ocean?" Belle giggled. "You're going to think I'm incredibly foolhardy, but...sometimes I like to explore old shipwrecks and I've come across a couple that have had books in them. I've tried to read them but that's very hard to do under water. The ink always gets ruined so I can only read so many words. I never know what any one book is really about, so it's nice to be able to read whole sentences and pages without interruption." Rumple just stared at her with a smile on his face once she went back to her book. "You just keep reading," he told her in a quiet voice. "You can finish cleaning the house later." ________________________________________________________________________________ It was that evening, as he peered out the window, thinking about Baelfire and wondering just where his son had gone, or even if he still lived, that his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," he called back, hurriedly standing up and clearing his throat as he focused on keeping the majority of emotion out of his countenance. Belle opened the door and stuck her head in the room, but didn't come in any further. "I've made you your dinner," she informed him. "And I'm...I just wanted to let you know that I'm going out for the night now. All right?" "Yes, all right," Rumple nodded. "Thank you. You may go now." "Thank you," Belle told him. "Have a good night. Have pleasant dreams." "I haven't for years," he told her and gave her a small smile. "But I'll try. For you." Then he was surprised when she pushed the door open, strode into the room, and gave him a tight hug, holding him close to her body. "I'm going to come back," she whispered. "I promise. I want you to know that." "I do," he nodded. "I do." She took his hand. "Come out with me. If you can't come out into the water, watch me. That would make you feel better, wouldn't it?" "No," Rumple pulled back. "I-I don't like going out. But there...there's a window where I can look out and see the ocean. I'll watch from there. I'll see you return." "I hope you do," Belle replied. She then ran out of the room and Rumple strode over to the window that he'd mentoned, watching her kick off her slippers and run down to the water, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight overhead. Then he heard a splash and saw a tail poke up out of the water before submerging again. Rumple spent what seemed like many hours watching the water, but finally, his body felt heavy and he yawned. For the first time in a long time, he was actually tired. Although he really didn't want to leave the window until he saw Belle return to the castle with his own eyes, it was just impossible to stand there any longer. He made his way to bed, tucked himself in, and closed his eyes, grateful for the ability to sleep, and wondering, if just maybe, it was the mermaid's presence that had made it possible.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was standing at his bedside with a tray and grinning. "Good morning!" She trilled. "I'm so glad you seemed to have slept well last night. I thought I would wake you up when I came in with your breakfast, but you didn't stir at all." Then she paused. "And I'm sorry of I startled you. I didn't mean to." "You didn't startle me," he said, his voice gruff to cover the fact that she had startled him and he was embarrassed about it. "How long have you been standing there?" "Not long," she said and put the tray in his lap. "Enjoy your eggs and fruit and I'm going to go and do the cleaning that I didn't get around to yesterday because I was distracted by all the lovely books." "Good," Rumple said and then noticed a small pearl on his tray next to his egg plate. "What's this?" He asked, holding it up. "Did you get it?" "I found it last night when I was out swimming," she shrugged. "I know you have the ability to have all the riches in the world if you would like them, but I wanted to bring you back a gift." "I...I like it," Rumple moved the pearl around in his grip. "I can make gold at will, but not pearls. This is new for me. Thank you." "You're welcome," Belle smiled and then left, shutting the door behind her. Once she was gone, Rumple ate his breakfast and then put the pearl she'd given him on his bedside table. He'd have to tell Bae about her. He'd like hearing a story about his father meeting a mermaid. After he ate and dressed, he heard Belle calling him. He went to her and found her standing in a much cleaner kitchen. "I like it here," he said. "Good work." "Thanks," Belle grinned. "Would you like me to take you to see the rest?" "I would," Rumple nodded. "I have to say, I'm very pleased. Can I ask how you got it all done so quickly?" "Oh, I'm not entirely done," Belle said. "I just...I wanted to show you that I was making progress." "Well you certainly are," Rumple nodded, making a rose appear with a wave of his hand. "For you." "Well, thank you," Belle smiled. "I've never been given one of these before." She paused. "You're really not as bad as you pretend, are you?" "Even if I wasn't, no one can know," Rumple told her. "I'm the Dark One. I have a reputation to protect, which will suffer if everyone thinks they can just stomp all over me." "Oh, of course," Belle nodded. "It won't leave these walls, I promise." They then walked to the library where Belle opened the dusty curtains with her powers, and he winced as light flooded into the room. "Are you all right?" She asked, grabbing his hand as, blinded by the light, he nearly toppled over. "I can close the curtains if you'd rather. I just thought it would be nice to get a little light in here. It's dark where I come from. Or at least darker than I would like." "You don't need to close the curtains," he told her. "I'll get used to it." "Good," Belle smiled. "Thank you." She paused. "I'm about to start a new chapter of a book and I wonder...will you read it to me?" "You can't read?" Rumple asked. "Oh, I can, but I figure that's one way to keep you here a little longer," Belle answered. Rumple gave her a grin and after she got him the book and turned it to the right page, she settled into the chair next to his, shut her eyes, and listened to him read. This went on until dark. Rumple was close to losing his voice as he put the book down after finishing it. "That was lovely," Belle told him. "Thank you for reading it to me. You have such a wonderful voice." "You're too kind," Rumple croaked. "I assume you're going to go to the water now?" "Yes," Belle nodded. "But first...would you like some tea? It could be good for your throat and after asking you to do all that readind, I feel I should at least help with the consequences." "I suppose I could do with some tea," Rumple got out. So Belle went and got him a cup, bringing it to his room. "Enjoy this," she said. "Anything else you need before I go?" "No, you go and have your swim and I'll see you in the morning," Rumple waved her away. Belle gave him a wave and headed out to the water, telling herself as she stepped into it and submerged herself while her fins returned, that she'd have to bring him out tomorrow. The air would do him some good. And so would the water.

"Just to make this clear, I'm only coming out with you because I can't sleep and I have nothing better to do," Rumple told Belle the next night as they walked down to the water. "It's kind of cold. Does it feel cold to you?" "No, but I can see how you would think so," Belle said, setting down a blanket on the ground and not telling him what it was for. They both went into the water and Belle held him. Despite his heavy, soggy clothes, he felt very light. She was surrounded by a glow as she changed to the mermaid she was, tail and all. "Are you feeling better?" She asked. "Yes," Rumple nodded. "Surprisingly. Warmer, anyway. I still don't know how I'll be able to sleep, though." "Just listen," she said and pulled him further out into the water before opening her mouth and singing the most beautiful song he'd ever heard. He knew it was in her mermaid language, and he could feel it begin to soothe him as she held him close, his eyes closing, his body relaxing. Once he was asleep, she got him onto the beach and put the blanket over him, gently kissing his cheek and telling him to sleep well before running back to the water and taking what time she could before she resurfaced and saw him again when the sun came up. When Rumple woke next, she saw him leaning over him, her body and face illuminated by the rising sun. He looked around and realized that he'd been sleeping by the water all night, not so much as touched by the cold. "Good morning," she greeted him. "So glad you're up. Would you like to go home now?" "Yes," he told her as they both got him to his feet. "I would if you would." "Yes," Belle nodded as they made their way back toward the casle. "I would too." The End

#Rumbelle May Menagerie #ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer #May Menagerie #rumbelle fanfic

[likehandlingroses]

ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer

replied to your photoset “ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer: “I haven’t stopped.” In which the...”

love your tags @likehandlingroses​                   

Thanks! But it's super cool how you noticed and drew out how amazingly that conversation in 6x13 lined up with what might have been said/understood. You lined it up perfectly. I love it!

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ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer replied to your post: It’s 10 PM and yet it’s 85°F outside.  I. HATE....

Where do you live 0-0

Buenos Aires. Sunny, balmy, humid Buenos Aires.

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[freifraufischer]

ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer

  My computer, my toilet, and my car all decided to...

Threaten? Does that mean they are all messed up or is everything cool. And are you okay?

Computer and toilet are now functioning well but I don’t know if I trust the computer now because I don’t know how it fixed itself.  Check engine light in car is still an issue.

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[romancecuddlesandsunshine]

The amazing @spirklove tagged me in this, so here goes!

So you answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you want to get to know better

1) Name: Jena

2) Nickname: I don’t really have one tbh

3) Height:  5′ 6″

4) Orientation: Lesbian (I’m still in the closet though because I’ve only recently realised this about myself, so for those of you that know me irl, surprise!)

5) Nationality: American

6) Favorite fruit: Grapes

7) Favorite season: Winter

8) Favorite flower: Aster

9) Favorite scent: Pine trees and most sweet scents

10) Favorite color: Yellow

11) Favorite animal: Cat

12) Coffee, tea, hot chocolate: Hot Chocolate

13) Average sleep hours: 6-8

14) Dog or cat person: Cat

15) Favorite fictional character: right now, Sarah from Chuck

16) Number of blankets you sleep with?: 5

17) Dream trip: Pompeii

18) Blog created: I don’t remember exactly, but my blog is a Libra

19) Number of followers: 189

20) Random fact: The color blue supresses your appetite whereas the color orange stimulates it

I tag: @quotableswanqueen @superfluousstuckupitude @delusionalmirror @superspacegeek @downriversandroads @tribblemaster@mockingspock @boldly-trekkin  @caprifreak @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer @the-libra-life @orchid-bud @thatsmyjammyjam @uranus-energy @buttelfry @thadragon84 @pink-asthetic-nightmare @aimeeed798 @megaquericoestujabon @malynkka

[rumbellerevelry]

2017 Gifter/Giftee Reveal

@emospritelet wrote a fic for @of-princes-and-savages

@b-does-the-write-thing wrote a fic for @nerdrumple

@im-not-a-what wrote a fic for @lotus0kid

@avatoh wrote a fic for @standbyyourmantis

@natashavonlecter wrote a fic for @winterswanderlust

@winterswanderlust wrote a fic for @ssirius-blackk

@rumpledspinster wrote a fic for @avatoh

@ssirius-blackk wrote a fic for @b-does-the-write-thing

@nerdrumple wrote a fic for @godofmichif

@missielynne wrote a fic for @cartoonjessie

@thestraggletag wrote a fic for @frenchroasted

@thedarkcheessmaster wrote a fic for @gwenore

@ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer wrote a fic for @emospritelet

@cartoonjessie wrote a fic for @missielynne

@gwenore wrote a fic for @natashavonlecter

@frenchroasted wrote a fic for @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer

@standbyyourmantis wrote a fic for @im-not-a-what

@lotus0kid wrote a fic for @thedarkcheessmaster

@godofmichif wrote a fic for @rumpledspinster

And @jackabelle73 did not participate in the exchange, but did write a fic for the Revelry

Please go find your fics if you haven’t already, and remember to thank your gifters! 

Also, just as a general announcement, this is the last year the Revelry will be run as a fic exchange. If there is still interest in continuing next year, it will simply be a ficathon that takes place during the week before Halloween. 

I hope everyone had a great time writing and reading this year, and that you had a happy Halloween!

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle revelry #rumbelle fic exchange #rumbelle

[imseriousirius]

Thanks to @i-write-tragedies-and-sins for the tag

Rules: Tag 10 of your followers you want to know better

Name: Jessica

Nicknames: Jess, Jessie, Hamish( @namujeon )

Gender: Female

Height: 5'11

Star Sign: I have no idea 😂

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Favourite animals: Wolf, Giraffe and monkey

Average hours of sleep: I'd say 7??

Current time: 10:20

Dog or cat person: I like both but doggies always win

Blankets you sleep with: 2

Dream trip: Rome or Peru

When I made my blog: August 2017

How many followers: 103

Why I made my Tumblr: I don't actually know, I love writing and making gifsets and I guess I just wanted somewhere to post them( I also needed something to procrastinate from study with)

Reasons for my URL: I love Sirius Black and I will forever be bitter over his storyline

Tagging: @namujeon @harrys-dogfather @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer @littlelumpie @christinas-ouat-thoughts @sirius-black-deserved-better @klairabelle @timelxrd-victxrious @chronic-jily-reblogger @ishtarelisheba

#get to know me #ask me anything

[ryik-the-writer]

“Echoes of the Past”// “Hollow Mind” – King and Hunter having breakdowns after learning everything they knew was a lie.

#the owl house #toh #tohedit #hunter the owl house #king the owl house #hollow mind #echoes of the past #disney #disneyedit #animation #animationedit #my animations #ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer #parallels #disney's amphibia #disney's the owl house

[gremma-appreciation]

MASTERLIST FOR THE GREMMA APPRECIATION JULY EVENT

Thank you all so much for participating and showing love to our creators!!!

We did AWESOME for this event!! We had a total of 77 pieces! 

The queue will be paused for a few days to a week. 

During this time, please feel free to post late. Anything posted while the queue is paused will be added to the masterlist.

Current masterlist links with further breakdowns are here.

Art (65)

I Have You To Thank by @diddykongfan

Colors by @theresoneicouldcallking

Color by @superman-of-all-couples

Color by @foreveracharmedone

Color (2) by @foreveracharmedone

With True Love’s Kiss by @arianakristine

Arsonist’s Lullaby by @arianakristine

Dark Gremma AU by  @superman-of-all-couples

Time is so Unkind by Gözde

Hope in All Its Forms by @arianakristine

Missing Scenes by @blakeilvely

“You did this” by @foreveracharmedone

BSAS Part 5 by @arianakristine

Missing Scenes by  @superman-of-all-couples

Gremma + Scenery by @foreveracharmedone

Gremma + Sheriff’s Station by @foreveracharmedone

Scenery/Locations by @superman-of-all-couples

Like My Mirror Years Ago by @arianakristine

I Loved Her First by @theresoneicouldcallking

Sailor Moon AU (9/?) by @diddykongfan

Redefining Home - Relationship by @arianakristine

Happy/Fluffy by @theresoneicouldcallking

Charming Family Day by @superman-of-all-couples

“Emma? Is that you?” by @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer

First Time by @diddykongfan

Take Me Back to the Night We Met by Gözde

Happy by @superman-of-all-couples

I have to go by @foreveracharmedone

Time by @arianakristine

Untitled by Gözde

Law Enforcement AU by @superman-of-all-couples

People Are Not ... by @theresoneicouldcallking

College AU by @arianakristine

Sailor Moon AU, 10/? by @diddykongfan

In the Realm of Monsters by @diddykongfan

Untitled by @theresoneicouldcallking

BSAS Part 6 by @arianakristine

BSAS Relationship by @arianakristine

Fairy Tale by @foreveracharmedone

The Princess Bride by @amaryllisblackthorn

Princess Emma Aesthetic by @arianakristine 

Historical or Fantasy AUs by @superman-of-all-couples 

Emma Swan by @arianakristine​

Princess Emma Aesthetic (2) by @arianakristine

He’s So Tall by Gözde

LMMYA Posters by @arianakristine

Funny Scenes by @blakeilvely

Up Close and Personal by @foreveracharmedone

Faceless/Aesthetics by @theresoneicouldcallking

You Took My Hand by Gözde

BSAS Character Posters by @arianakristine

Huntsman Graham Aesthetic by @arianakristine

I remember by @rowofstars

Humor by @superman-of-all-couples

Sad by @superman-of-all-couples

Graham Humbert by @arianakristine

Huntsman Graham Aesthetic (2) by @arianakristine

The Huntsman by @lessawildmoon

Once by Gözde

BSAS Part 7 by @arianakristine

I was made for loving you by @foreveracharmedone

Tavern Fight by @lessawildmoon

New Family Addition by @arianakristine

I Wish We Had More Time by Gözde

Untitled by @arianakristine

Fic (9)

Russet Tinged Remembrance by @snowbellewells

Things Half in Shadow, 1/? by @diddykongfan

Hope in All Its Forms, Chapter 4 by @arianakristine

Untitled by @diddykongfan

Between the Shadow and the Soul (5) by @arianakristine

Bath (RH verse) by @arianakristine

Like My Mirror Years Ago, Chapter 7 by @arianakristine

Between the Shadow and the Soul (6) by @arianakristine

Between the Shadow and the Soul (7) by @arianakristine

Misc (3)

Sick verse headcanons by @arianakristine

Lady of the Lake by @superman-of-all-couples

Parent Headcanons by @arianakristine

#gremma #graham humbert #emma swan #ouat #once upon a time #sheriff graham #masterlist #Gremma appreciation July event

[violetfaust]

We’ve all talked Emma’s Godawful Ripoff Wedding Dress (tm) to death...

...so I’m not going to mention it again. Instead, in memory of Emma Swan, who is laid to rest for good today, I want to talk about a different dress.

This one:

(via @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer)

This JMo scene has been going around in Emma wedding AUs for years. And I have no idea where it’s from, who the character is, what her story is, what happened after (is this a HEA?), whether the production made her a dress or bought it off the rack...and honestly, I don’t care.

Just: look how beautiful she is. How good she looks.

This is a dress that shows off all of JMo’s strongest features. It’s simple and flatters her facial features. Her incredible arms and neck. It’s very simple, modern, and elegant, yet also soft and feminine. The draping gives her a little more shape at her waist and top. 

And look at her ease of movement! She’s completely unconstricted, almost bouncing with happiness.

Her hair is in an elegant updo, but it’s still soft enough to frame her face, instead of being painfully scraped and gelled back. And the little wisp of a veil lets HER shine, instead of making her look like an escapee from a gothic novel.

OUAT did JMo no favors by letting her fulfill her fantasy of a “princess” wedding gown.

#anti-stepford swan #and her godawful wardrobe #emma swan deserves better #well #deserved #op

[robertmarch82]

I was tagged by @wicked-chocolatine ♥

1st Rule: tag 9 mutuals you would like to know better -> @lunasirnape @woodelf68 @severusvonstiltskin @applejackcat @howling-for-gryffindor @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer @virgidearie @beastlycheese @mysisterforcedmyhand

2nd Rule: Bold the statements that are true.

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing Fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

#tagging #I had a good memory - past tense

[woodelf68]

Most and Least Popular Fic by Kudos

I was tagged by @smartgirlsaremean. 

Rules: List your top 5 and bottom 5 fics by kudos. I don’t post on AO3, so I’ll be going by tumblr notes. Not as accurate, since those include my replies to comments and some people both like and reblog, but here you go!

Top Five Fics:

Home (178 notes) - Post-Neverland Rumbelle reunion sex.

To Rise Again (164 notes) - Belle stops Zelena from taking Rumple captive at the Dark Vault and together they save Neal from dying.

Generations (140 notes) - Henry/Gold bonding at Neal’s grave.

Dark Lover (123 notes) - Belle confesses a fantasy -- what if Rumple had been a monster who wanted her as more than a maid? Smut.

Brother (113 notes) - Future Rumbaby fic set at Neal’s grave. 

Conclusion: Write stuff that people wanted to see in canon!  Not so surprisingly, three of these have to do with Neal’s death, or preventing it -- I tapped into a lot of fandom feels with those. And I apparently write good graveside scenes. 

Bottom Five Fics:

Bargain (9 notes) - A short, fluffy Henry/Gold scene set during season 1, showcasing the affection Gold had for Henry before they found out that they were related. 

The Saga of Fluffy The Space Unicorn (11 notes) -- Rushbelle, so a smaller audience, and fluff instead of the more popular smut. The crew of the Destiny explore a new planet and encounter some local wildlife. Fluffy is sad that you don’t like her fic, guys. 

Of Heather Beer and Rubber Duckies (17 notes) -- More Rushbelle fluff, featuring drunk!Belle and Floyd the Rubber Duckie, aka @worryinglyinnocent‘s icon. Floyd is sad that more of you don’t like his fic, too, guys.

What The Storm Brought - (21 notes) --  Henry finds a magical water horse in the clearing by the wishing well. This was going to be much longer, but it seemed to come to a natural stop where I ended it.

Like Father, Like Son - (23 notes) --  A fluffy Neal/Henry scene involving a certain checked shirt, based on this post.

Conclusion: I think a lot of general OUAT fics tend to go unnoticed if they can’t be placed in the Rumbelle Fic tag, even if they’re something that would probably be of interest to other Rumbellers, like Grandpastiltskin fics. This excludes angsty graveside fics, obviously -- possibly because they generated lots of comments that I could reply to and thus give the fic more exposure on my dash. And Rushbellers prefer smut to fluff! But I’m still happy with the writing in all of these. 

Officially tagging @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer, @little-inkstone, @lotus0kid, @thestraggletag, @bad-faery, @phoenixfeatherquill, @rufeepeach, @barpurplewrites, @breaktimewritings, and @of-princes-and-savages.  But consider this an open invitation to anyone who wants to do this, since I don’t know who hasn’t done it yet!

#smartgirlsaremean #tagged! #rumbelle fic #rushbelle #rumbelle

[smartgirlsaremean]

Tag Game

All your random alphabet questions, answered! I was tagged by both @ifishouldvanish and @nerdrumple

A- age: 33 (I stopped and thought about it. 33? or 34? Quick math. Yes, definitely 33.)

B- biggest fears: currently, sucking at my new job

C- current time: 7:55am Why am I up so early. Whyyyyyy.

D- drink you last had: Water

E- everyday starts with: checking social media and news

F- favorite song: "Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield

G- ghosts, are they real?: Nope.

H- hometown: I....what is a hometown? Where I grew up? Where I currently live? I’ll answer both. Grew up: Bridgeport, WV. Currently live: Lawrence, KS.

I- in love with: my husband, Robert Carlyle, and language.

J- jealous of: people who went to THEC, and also people who do not live with their mother-in-law

K- killed someone: only if you count the occasional houseplant

L- last time you cried: I cry all the time, dude. The last time was yesterday while I was watching this old Criminal Minds episode in which Mitch Pileggi goes on a killing spree because he had a psychotic break after his daughter was hit by a car. Before that, I cried on Wednesday while I was watching Wonder Woman.

M- middle name: Nicole

N- number of siblings: 4

O- one wish: for a new president

P- person you called or texted last: it was a group text consisting of me, Husband, and MIL

Q- questions you are always asked: “How old are you?” “Can I return this without a receipt?”

R- reasons to smile: new job, prospect of a new house, feeling accomplished and creative

S- song you last sang: "Someday My Prince Will Come.” I do not know why.

T- time you last woke up: 7:00am. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy

U- underwear color: Uh. None. I just got up, I’m in a bathrobe, gimme a break!

V- vacation destination: Alaska. Also anywhere within driving distance.

W- worst habit: I grind my teeth. I also waste time. Lots of time.

X- any x-rays: One when I started going to my chiropractor. He always does beginning X-rays to show what’s out of alignment.

Y- your favorite food: cheese

Z- zodiac: capricorn

How many people am I supposed to tag in this thing? @blessedlunatic, @ali-j-t, @allons-ydearie, @bookwormchocaholic, @sydnam, @ryik-the-rumbeller-oncer, @candytalk404, @dksaga, @eek27, @pollypocky