Hey guys, this is my very first story for fan fiction. I hope you like it.
A little background on the story: Rumpel is the Dark One, but his backstory differs from that of the show's. There are similarities to the show, but also major differences. Hopefully the story makes sense. Of course, I'll explain how everything works through out the story, since I plan on it being multiple chapters. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask me.
And a couple more notes: Cora in the story is Rose McGowan's portrayal of the character, imagine Regina around the age of eighteen, and Zelena in her early twenties.
This story will focus on Belle and Rumpel, but other characters will have their voices heard as well. None of them wanted to be left out. ;)
Belle loved her mother.
She was a wonderful, encouraging woman. Always discussing books with Belle. Always standing up to Belle's father, when he was being too stubborn. Her mother was her rock and safety.
But that safety was gone. She was standing in the great hall, looking at a brown box. It was difficult placing a rose on her mother's coffin. Her hand trembled. The tears she tried holding back to be strong for her father, came falling down.
"I miss her too" Her father had come up and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head into him, and wiped the tears off her face.
"Papa, what are we going to do now?" Belle, although filled with grief, thought of the Ogres that were approaching. Her mother was a huge part in the campaign to stop the Ogres. She would attend the camps, despite Belle's father's wishes, to offer support by bringing baked goods and books. (Of course, books). She wanted the men and women fighting in the war to know that the nobility cared what they were doing for the land. This caused the soldiers to fight even more, defeating the Ogres.
Now that she was gone though, Belle did not know what her father's plan was in stopping the monsters. The soldiers had never liked her father, deeming him a coward and hiding behind the palace's walls. Belle wondered if the soldiers would want to fight even more, after their moral was lying in a coffin.
Mama, I love you. I miss you so much.
"I don't know yet, daughter," Maurice said.
Belle lifted her head. "We'll have to think of something. Some way to stop the Ogres. I cannot stand the thought that Mother-," she broke off, her throat restricting, as her eyes became watery again. Maurice squeezed her shoulders. It reassured her. Belle cleared her throat, and finished. "Mother's death cannot be in vain. I won't let it be. If the Ogres kill us all..."
Her father sighed. "Of course not, Belle. I'll speak to my men and come up with a plan." His voice hardened. "We'll defeat those beasts." He lifted his arm from around her shoulders, encircling her in a hug. It surprised Belle. Her father wasn't one to show much affection. But the feeling of her father's arms around her, filled her with a surprising amount of strength.
As he pulled back, his voice and eyes softened. "And since when were you such the pessimist, daughter? You were always like your mother. The forever optimism and faith you two shared us uncanny." Saying those words, a sad look crossed his face.
Belle looked back to the casket that held her mom. A single, red rose on top. "I guess I'll just have to find a way to get it back."
Rumpelstiltskin hated his wife.
Her glares, and upturned nose made him grind his teeth together. He always had the urge to turn one of his pets into a slug, and step on them whenever she sneered in his direction. And he was quite fond of Cora, and Regina, ... and Zelena. Well, maybe not Zelena, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
Of course, he would turn her into a slug if he could, but given their marriage contract, that dream would never be.
"Dearie, if you're going to insist in shooting fire my way, then at least have the decency to use your hands, and not your eyes," he sighed. They were sitting at the dining table. Milah, his wife, on his right side. The comment, of course, made her eyebrows lower even more. He paused, and looked her up and down. She flinched. He knew how unnerving she found his eyes. "It's becoming tedious," he smiled, tensely, showing off a row of black and yellow teeth.
"You are tedious, Rumpelstiltskin," she shot back.
He brought a hand to his chest in mock hurt. "So cold, darling dearest." He internally rolled his eyes, while grabbing for his wine glass. "And how original," he muttered.
Milah, crossing her arms over her chest, glared even more. If that was even possible.
He paused, his glass lifted halfway to his lips, and did a double take. "How are you doing that?" Rumpelstiltskin questioned, squinting his eyes at his wife.
"Doing what?" She looked wary, and irritated at the same time. If that was even possible.
"That!" he exclaimed, pointing at her face, setting his glass down.
"What? What are you talking about?" Now she just looked plain irritated. And her glare became even more pronounced.
"That!" he said, still pointing, wiggling his fingers in the direction of her face, as her glare deepened.
"What are you talking about, Rumpelstiltskin? I swear if you don't tell me soon, I'll -"
"That hideous facial expression you keep on making."
She gasped, raising a hand to her chest. "Rumpelstiltskin -"
He giggled, his voice becoming high. "You know dearie, it's really not becoming on a woman your age. Glaring causes wrinkles," he remarked, touching the crows nests forming near her eyes.
She slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me." She all about seethed.
"What do we have here?" A voice from the doorway remarked. A voice that Rumpelstiltskin was quite fond of. One that worked him into a frenzy and calmed him down at the same time.
Cora.
His mistress.
"A couple's spat?" She said innocently, walking in, to take a seat on the left side of the table. Of course, there was nothing innocent about Cora Mills.
She rubbed Rumpelstiltskin's arm, as she sat down, smiling wickedly at him.
His smirked back at her. "Of course not, dearie. My darling wife here, just hates when I put my hands on her."
Milah grunted in agreement.
"Well, that just means, I have you more to myself." Cora looked smug.
Milah looked ready to vomit.
"Oh really, you don't have to look so disgusted, dearie. You're hurting my feelings, you know," Rumpelstiltskin said.
"That is true." Cora looked even more smug. If that was even possible. Now he really did roll his eyes. "He is very sensitive." She brushed her hand down his face, onto his neck. Rumpelstiltskin leaned his head into her palm. Her touch was addicting. He practically purred. "And you would know that too, Milah dear, if you fucked him like I do."
Despite knowing that Cora was his mistress, (it wasn't as if he kept it a secret), Milah still looked shocked.
Rumpelstiltskin laughed out loud. "Cora, lovely, your language leaves something to be desired." However condescending his words, he really loved when his mistress was being wicked. Well, she was wicked most of the time, but bygones. "And Milah, wife, stop being so conservative." He waved his hand dismissively.
Milah just huffed in annoyance.
Really, Rumpelstiltskin thought to himself. She is getting ponderously irritating. He wondered, lifting his hand to his chin in a thoughtful expression. Truly, turning her into a slug would solve many of my problems.
Cora quirked an eyebrow, and looked even more devious than usual, as if she knew what he was thinking. Milah caught glance of his expression, and scowled, as if she also knew what he was thinking.
Rumpelstiltskin sighed. He figured turning anyone into a slug was out of the question.
Zelena adored the Dark One.
Regina put up with him.
The fact that they had just moved into Rumpelstiltskin's castle, because of their mother's affair with him, didn't warm Regina up to Rumpelstiltskin any sooner.
Sure, he was teaching her magic, but more out of nicety to her mother, than for her own good. Regina never wanted anything to do with magic. It was Zelena who was all hyped up on it.
Regina just wanted a somewhat normal life, away from magic, and power.
But as she stared out her window, looking out into the forest surrounding the Dark One's castle, she knew that dream was futile.
There was no way out of here. Her only two options were to go to Rumpelstiltskin and ask to be released.
Or ask her mother.
Which was worse.
"Sister, mother is back!" Zelena exclaimed, running into Regina's room, her red hair flying.
Regina sighed, turning from the window. Futile dream.
"If you're so excited Zelena, then why aren't you with her right now?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mother went straight to see Rumpel in the dinning room." Regina raised an eyebrow. "I was listening at the door. I could hear them talking," Zelena added, sheepishly.
Regina nodded.
"I just don't understand why she always goes to see him first anyway," Zelena said, sitting down on Regina's bed, a petulant tone to her voice. "I mean, we're her daughters."
"Well," Regina said, "Mother... cares... for him." The thought made her wince.
"You mean she loves him." Zelena crossed her arms below her breasts.
"I wouldn't go that far," Regina muttered.
Zelena huffed, and dramatically lied back down on the bed. "She loves him. I mean, why else would we move from court all the way out her in the middle of nowhere?"
"The mountains." Regina's breath fogged up the glass on the window.
Zelena lifted her head from the pillow. "What?"
"We're surrounded by mountains. We're not exactly in the middle of nowhere. 'Nowhere' would imply nothing around us."
Zelena snorted, and shook her head. "Way to be literal, sis. You know what I meant."
Regina did know what she meant. That was exactly the problem. No escape.
"Why are you complaining anyway, Zelena? I thought you liked Rumpelstiltskin." I mean, you're always staring adoringly at him. Regina thought to herself.
Zelena sighed, happily. "I do like him, sister. I just want the attention of both Mother and Rumpelstiltskin. Instead, they're always hung on each other." Zelena looked sad for a moment, then perked up. "But at least he's teaching us magic."
And that's exactly what I hate. Regina knew the longer she and her family stayed with the Dark One, the sooner he would tear them apart. She already lost her mother to the darkness, and now her sister was fawning over evil itself as if it was heaven's light.
Cora didn't love Rumpelstiltskin.
She lusted for him.
After she came back from making a certain Princess Eva suffer, she was famished. Making a little bitch pay, for all the wrong she had caused Cora, left her feeling hungry.
After all, punishment, worked up a sweat.
Cora sighed into the Dark One's arms, when he started messaging her shoulders. They were in Cora's room, standing on the veranda.
"Where were you today?" He asked, breathing into her ear, his nose skimming her neck.
"Mmm," she let out a soft moan. "Dealing with unfinished business."
He paused in his actions. "Princess Eva?"
She turned to face him, and lifted an eyebrow. "Why, of course."
He giggled, one of his high pitched laughs. "I knew you were my favorite for a reason." He turned her back around, and continued messaging her.
Cora laughed. "I'm so glad you approve."
One thing she appreciated about Rumpelstiltskin was his privacy. He didn't pry into her life, and she didn't into his. Just as long as he kept coming back to her, she had no problems.
He started kissing down her neck to the top of her shoulder. "You must be exhausted."
Cora's lips turned crooked. "I could work up some energy."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back roughly to touch against the top of his leather-clad pants.
She smirked again. One thing she enjoyed most about Rumpelstiltskin was his pants.
Another thing she enjoyed: the very prominent erection from inside said pants.
"Looks like someone was busy while I was away." Cora reached back to brush her fingers against the bulge. He bucked his hips, looking for friction.
"I wasn't busy at all actually. Just a little love potion here, a little bit of fucking people's lives over there." He ground his hips into her ass.
She gasped, arching into the feeling.
"And speaking of fucking people over, what are we waiting for, dearie?" He whispered into her ear.
"Patience Rumpel. It's called foreplay." She giggled at the look on his face. He had one eyebrow raised, and his lips in a sneer.
"I know what foreplay is, dearie. We've never bothered with it before...and I'm really not inclined to start now."
"Rumpel-," she broke off, as he lifted her up to stand against the railing.
His hands reached down to lift her skirt over her hips, exposing her wetness in all its glory, no undergarments on. Rumpelstiltskin snorted. Cora was never one for subtlety.
She moaned loudly, tipping her head back to his shoulder, her eye's clamped shut, as he touched her glistening lips. She reached back to unlace his pants, pulling them down, exposing his cock. She took it into her hands, and smirked in satisfaction when he gasped. She knelt down, and touched the top of her tongue to his head. She just barely brushed her mouth against him.
"Dearie, if you know what's best for you, you'll either suck my cock or I'll turn you into a slug."
She pulled back. "What is it with you and turning people into slugs."
"They're easy to kill," he said, as if it should be obvious.
She just rolled her eyes, and took his length between her lips. She was licking up and down his erection, making him groan, when she pulled back.
He jerked his head down. "What are you doing?"
"Do I even really compare to the others?"
He couldn't believe she was asking this now. "You mean, compared to Milah and your daughters?"
She nodded.
He brought his hand to her face. "No, lovely. You are in a league all your own." He paused, and looked back at his erected length. "Now if you would please..."
She wrapped her mouth around him again, but right as he was about to come, she pulled back. Again.
"Fucking hell, Cora."
"I want you inside of me when you come," she breathed. She stood up and turned, facing the railing. She gripped it, tightly.
His cock slid in between her legs, but before he entered her, he stopped moving.
She threw her eyes wide. "What are you doing? Fuck me, already."
"My, my. Somebody's testy." He laughed into the side of her neck. "I thought you wanted patience."
Her mouth opened, but she couldn't form any words. Her lips were gaping, like a fish. He laughed again, and pulled away.
"What are you doing?!" She about shrieked, as he pulled his pants back up and laced them.
"Not fucking you," he paused, taking in her flushed appearance, and hiked up skirt. "Clearly." He giggled, that damn giggle again.
"But, I'm not the only one that wants to do this." She nodded at his erection, straining against the leather. "Clearly."
He looked down. "Oh, this?" He drew those yellow eyes back up to hers, and snapped his fingers. The prominent erection started to lessen until it became flaccid. Her eyes widened. "I have magic, dearie. You should know that, as I'm the one that taught you." He giggled yet again.
"But-," she stuttered. She never stuttered. But then again, he had never left her high and dry before. "You're just going to leave me like this?" she asked, incredulously.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you teased me." As if that was an explanation.
She shook her head. "I always tease you."
"I know," he said. "But I have to keep you on your toes. Can't let you get the best of me." And with that, he turned and left the room, clapping his hands in a giddy fashion.
Cora stood, gaping. "That bastard," she muttered.
She pulled her skirt back down and stormed into her room, all the while thinking of the stunt he just pulled.
Of course, it made her lust after him even more.
Milah despised having a room right next to Cora's.
She could hear every moan imaginable, coming from the veranda.
She shuddered in disgust. She had no idea how that woman could like Rumpelstiltskin touching her. The thought of that... beast... laying his hands on her, filled her with loathing.
She knew it wasn't always like this. She could remember a time when she didn't hate him, but the memories were slipping away by the day. The memories of him, when he was a man. Sweet, caring, shy. Those memories she tried her best to cling onto. But she could only hold on so much longer.
She wrapped her arms around her abdomen, rubbing her stomach.
And some memories were too painful, that she could never forget. Despite trying.
Her secrets and guilt she kept hidden away for so long, could rise to the surface. She never told Rumpelstiltskin. He would hate her even more. Hate her even more than she hated him.
Some secrets a woman just had to keep to herself.
Belle knew she could always count on books to save the day.
She just didn't know where to start looking for answers.
"Ogres, Ogres...," she muttered to herself, browsing through the library. She was in the section of the library related to monsters. "I know we have books on them. Where are they?" Her eyes kept shifting from aisle to aisle, her fingers skimming the rows. She almost bypassed a book, when she did a double take. The Order of Ogres written on the spine. "Cute," she mumbled. Belle grabbed the book, sat down at the nearest table and got to work, reading.
She read through the table of contents, thankfully finding a section titled, "Ogres and their weaknesses."
How appropriate, she thought, and easy... Her brow furrowed, reading through the chapter.
"Ogres are blind, and easily distracted, but their brute strength makes them very difficult to kill," she read. Well that didn't help much. "No Belle don't think like that," she spoke to herself. "You are your mother's daughter. You'll find an answer." She nodded in determination and kept reading. after hours of reading through different books, she thought she found her answer.
She finally sighed in relief. After having read through book after book, on monsters and magic, she had her happy ending.
I think I might know how to save us.
One thing Maurice disliked more than anything, was council meetings.
He usually left all the politics to Colette, his wife. She was always the brain behind their marriage. She pulled their country through any harsh times. Gave their people hope.
He wasn't so sure he could do the same.
"What to do about the Ogres, sir?" Gaston, his daughter's betrothed, asked.
Maurice and his men, were surrounding the war council table, looking at the map of Avonleigh.
"I still don't know, gentlemen," Maurice sighed. The looks in the eyes of his closest advisers told him they did not like that answer.
"Well, we have to figure out something soon," Gaston said. "I am to be married, and I really don't think my betrothed could stand to live without me."
Maurice internally rolled his eyes. Gaston was from money, and offered his daughter protection, which Maurice was grateful for. But by Jove, he was a shallow imbecile sometimes.
"Look, the Ogres are following this path to the castle," Maurice said, directing a line with his finger on the map. "If we can somehow create a barricade to stop them..."
"With what?" Another man asked. "They can tear through anything."
"More soldiers," Gaston suggested.
"We don't have enough," the treasurer pointed out. "We're losing men and women by the day."
Maurice sighed in resignation. "It's hopeless isn't it?" He lowered his head.
Before anyone could answer, a commotion came from the doorway. "Let me in. I need to speak to my father," a girl's voice said. The sound of clashing metal followed.
"What is going on here?" Maurice asked, walking to the door. Two soldiers had their pole arms clinked together, blocking his daughter's entrance into the room. Her arms were crossed against her chest, her eyes blazing. She looks just like her mother, he thought. Whenever she was in a stubborn mind set.
"We are sorry to bother you sir, but your daughter requests to see you," one guard replied.
"For heaven's sake, let her in." Belle walked past the guard, irritated.
"They didn't have to treat me like a criminal on the run," Belle remarked, glancing around the war council. She blanched when her eyes landed on Gaston. He smirked. She glanced away. Maurice noticed she was carrying a rather old, torn, book in her hands.
"Belle, you know when I'm in the middle of a council meeting, to not to disturb me."
"I know Papa, but I found something that could help us." She redirected her attention to her father, lifting the book up in one hand. It looked ready to fall apart, the front page barely hanging on to the spine.
"Practitioners of Magic," Maurice read out loud.
Gaston snorted. "A book? How is that going to help us? Especially one not even concerning the Ogres?"
Belle just ignored him. "Look Papa," she said, opening the book.
"Belle, what are you doing?" Maurice asked. "You know I don't have time for this. I have to plan a strategy."
Belle paused in her page flipping, and looked towards the table. "Yes, and because staring at a map helped you so much already."
Maurice flushed. His daughter rarely was one to use quips, but when she did, she was a master at it. Just like her mother, he thought again.
"Read this part, Papa." She pointed to a paragraph.
"There is a wizard, with more magic than anyone else in all the realms. Just by saying his name three times, he will come at your beck and call. He can defeat any monster with just the snap of his fingers." Maurice looked up at his daughter. "Belle is this true?" He looked hopeful.
Belle shrugged. "I'm not completely sure. We'll have to call on him and see what happens."
"What is this wizard's name?"
Belle hesitated. "Keep reading, Papa."
He did just that.
"But beware, for this wizard is also known to be an imp. We will come when called, but be prepared to make a deal with him. Not all like the answer he will give them. He'll give you what you want, but he'll take something valuable in the process," Maurice stopped. His voice had grown progressively harder, becoming more like stone, as he read.
The room was silent.
Until Gaston spoke. "No way!" he exclaimed. "We're dealing with god-forsaken beasts, which we haven't even defeated yet, and you just want to invite another into our home."
"I think he can really help us, Papa." Belle was still ignoring Gaston. Pity for Belle, though, Maurice couldn't ignore Gaston. Bloody oaf was too loud.
"Belle, this can't be a good idea..."Maurice was struggling, looking between Gaston, and his daughter.
"Papa, let's just see if he can help." Maurice looked into the pleading, blue eyes of his daughter. He knew he couldn't say no to her face. Her mother had that same super power.
"All right," he nodded. Gaston's eyes practically bugged out of his face. "We'll see if...," he looked back to read in the book. "If Rumpelstiltskin... can help us."
Zelena lied to her sister.
She didn't like Rumpelstiltskin.
She loved him.
She complained about having to live in the Dark One's castle, but in actuality, she loved it. Being close to Rumpel brought her so much joy.
The only problem was how much time he spent on his work..., and on her mother..., and on her sister. She wanted his full attention. She wanted him to focus solely on teaching her magic.
She loved the way he laughed. She loved his flamboyant hand gestures. She just wanted to make him happy.
Zelena went to surprise him in his work room, with a meat pie.
She knew how much he liked meat pies.
She put her hair up in an elegant fashion. Lowered her dress, to show off her cleavage. Put on her favorite black and green dress.
"Rumpelstiltskin, I've made something for you," she said, once she reached the doorway of his laboratory.
"Another meat pie?" he asked, from his work bench. He was fiddling with a blue mixture, mixing it with what looked like the remnants of a frog.
"Of course," she smiled. "I thought maybe you were getting hungry." She set the plate down, smoothing her hands over her hair.
He glanced at the food, then looked away, dismissively. "I already ate," he smirked.
"You mean, my mother?" His smile disappeared. She knew she should have held her tongue, but she couldn't help herself. He looked up at her, a cold expression hovering on his face. But then, she blinked and it was gone.
He giggled. "Is somebody jealous?" He waggled his eyebrows.
She blushed, the color of her hair. "No, not at all."
He squinted at her. "Your face says otherwise." He stood up from his chair, and walked around the bench. Zelena just stood there, face beat red. "No matter, dearie. I just have that affect on women." He laughed, again. "I don't have time to eat anyway. I'm off." He started for door.
"Where are you going?" Zelena questioned, not liking the idea of him leaving.
"Oh, just to a little town called Avonleigh. Should be fun." He turned dramatically on his heel, and walked out the door.
Zelena was always disappointed when Rumpel was called away. She didn't know how to get him to stay by her side, always.
But if she was anything like her mother, she would find a way.
Phew! (wipes at forehead dramatically). This chapter was kind of a bitch to write. The beginning of a story always feels that way to me.
I hope you guys enjoyed it. Reviews and feedback would be most welcomed. I don't have any schedule planned, but I'll try my best to update often. I'm a college student, so I'll be pretty busy with finals coming up. And I promise that there won't be many more Cora and Rumpel almost sex scenes. Once Belle enters Rumpel's life, his focus shifts more to her.
Upcoming: Rumpel shows up to help the French family with their problem, someone tries to escape, and all the women in Rumpel's life continue to be a pain in his ass.