In the end, this is what he teaches her with every brush of his lips against her skin: love is pain. Love is weakness. Love is being torn apart until the pieces are too small to be seen. Regina and lessons learned from her parents. Warning: rape/incest.

Another groan filled the room, coming from the lump that had Emma following Henry. He fell to his knees next to it and shook the figure. A pained moan came from it as it rolled onto its back, revealing Emma's beloved.

"I'm home!" Emma called as she walked into her and her family's large home and took off her jacket. Silence greeted her as she checked around the first floor for anyone. Seeing the time, she knew at least her son had to be awake, it was only eight.

He desperately tries to find the key that had been tossed When she no longer believed he was a monster.

Mr Gold loves his ice cream, and it's more than Isobel can bear. She decides to get payback. Rumbelle smut.

She is all sunlight and freshly painted toes. He just observes. Rumbelle, Drabble, One-Shot

One should never underestimate the power of a kiss. When a kiss is committed to with unresolved feeling and requited passion, a kiss that is meant for the unification of two souls, an unbreakable bond is forged. A series of 3 one-shots.

Regina gets Henry a dog

Emma has low self-esteem

A beauty, a beast, and snow. What could possibly go wrong? Rumbelle. Simply fluff, no more, no less.

He isn't sure what compelled him to ask- - - no, beg - - -Regina to allow him to take Henry fishing for the afternoon. One-shot.

Gold, his daughter, and Regina on the sidewalk. Some words are not meant for little ears. Sequel to "All Good Things Start with Ice Cream."

Hatter and Belle in the psych ward. Belle comforts him. Implied Rumbelle. Helle friendship.

My version of how Belle gets the blue dress.

The castle is invaded and Belle and Rumpelstiltskin must defend it, but the Queen finds the dagger. Rumbelle Violence. Adventure, Drama, Friendship, Romance ?

He had a language all his own, if one would only listen. - Rumpel's mood scales. Rumbelle

"Passers by usually didn't catch her attention, but not everyone had a limp and a cane. Mr. Gold, the most feared man in town, was carrying a small box. He made his way up to the bench and carefully sat down, placing his cane and the box beside him."

Regina walks past the old wind mill too often for her liking. A "chance" encounter with Mr. Gold reminds her why. AU, speculative fic based on the theories about Regina's last name. Set before the "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter."

Summary: Emma neglects to consider the possible consequences of breaking the curse…

"Emma knew that she was hallucinating. Stress could do strange things to people, and she had been under a great deal of it the past few weeks."

"The point of the rook isn't power, but strategy. Having power isn't how you win; it's knowing how to use it."

Belle startled at the offending noise, and Gold laughed. When he spoke, his voice was low, rumbling and yet soft. "Gentle now, lass," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "She needs a soft touch."

Chopin's serene theme of Prelude's opus twenty-eight, number nineteen wafts through the house. For a time, there is a quiet sort of peace in the melody. Gold traces the rim of his teacup, waiting. Always waiting. Gold/Belle, drabble.

Birds of a feather flock together. He lost his family to war, She lost them to betrayal. In the Enchanted Forest, Robin is a young girl attempting to survive. In Storybrooke, Sara Lark is trying to protect her family. The last thing either of them needs is to make a deal with the Devil, so to speak. NOT a Rumplestiltskin (Mr. Gold) / OC story.

He knows, the second he took that dagger, he lost sight of why he'd wanted it in the first place. References to Rumbelle.