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The Deal, a RCIJ Fic

Author’s Note: It is I, @iatethebiscuit, your Secret Santa! So happy to say I had NO panicky “DID I HIT THE ANON BUTTON?” moments with you this year, which was a pleasant surprise. Thanks for letting me be your santa and for giving me ideas and support! I hope this is to your liking and happy Christmas in July. which totally should be a real thing.

Also I’m sorry that the summary absolutely BLOWS this time around but I promise it’s a good story!

Prompt: Is the baby okay?

Summary: To wish for a child is a dangerous thing, Belle knows. As it is to make a deal with a creature as old and as powerful as Mr Gold. But everything worth having required leaps of faith and bouts of bravery, including love.

Rating: M

She smirked, looking at the clock right next to the Children’s Corner to confirm that she had guessed right. As she had imagined it wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning. When he’d begun to visit her almost daily Mr Gold made a pretence of stopping by on his way to Granny’s for a lunch break, his entire demeanour as professional and as aloof as ever as he enquired after her child with the same tone as one might enquire after the weather. It was calculated and effortless at the same time and she marvelled at his capacity for subterfuge. If he hadn’t pulled the same stunt at least half a dozen times before she wouldn’t have noticed. She rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly, smiling down at it.

“He’s been sleeping all day, but I can feel him moving now.”

She was sure it wasn’t a coincidence, sure that her babe could feel Mr Gold the same way she could sense him when he was nearby. She wondered what other people saw when they looked at him, since they clearly could not see what she did.

“Little one must be hungry.” His voice sounded concerned, but she couldn’t tell whether it was genuine or a pretext for what was coming next. “I think a trip to Granny’s is in order.”

Belle was sure he was convinced she’d forget to eat entirely if he didn’t remind her, and to be fair that did tend to happen from time to time, specially when she got her hands on an interesting book. He leaned forward, eyes glowing gold for a second, so faintly she barely caught it.

“You need the protein, dearie. Wee bairn is hungering for something bloody. I must insist.”

His smile was predatory and nowhere near human, and he kept it as she attacked a rare steak in front of him with relish, Ruby commenting on how it was good to see her eating so well.

“Baby’s gonna be a strong little wolf. Granny’s been knitting him an entire winter wardrobe.”

She made sure her friend was out of earshot before laughing.

“I can’t believe it still. No one’s said a peep about it. They just accept the baby, as if it’s completely normal that I just up and got pregnant one day.”

“I did promise you, my dear. And I never break a deal.”

Another shark smile, another flash of gold in his eyes and a bit of scales on his neck. And yet no one else could see it. She had been able to tell right away, though, even from afar. It hadn’t been the first time either, so it hadn’t shocked her. She had always been aware of things most people didn’t see, but hadn’t realised at first it was strange, because her mother had been like her too, had been able to see things that for most people weren’t there. People who glimmered, small creatures that blinked in an out of existence, beings that were see-through or disguised themselves as animals.

She’d hated it, after her mother died, for a long time. Especially during her commitment, when every glimpse of something other had felt like the universe mocking her. She’d had made her peace with it since then, and now saw her oddity as a nice gift from her mother, something to remember her by.

Even though she’d had always been able to see what others didn’t, she couldn’t say she’d ever encountered anything like Mr Gold. Ancient, for one, and powerful, dangerous in a way that had made her wary of approaching him at first. He’d always been cordial and courteous with her, but his reputation as a cutthroat dealmaker had put her off, even though the deals people talked about were not like the one she had in mind. To mix magic with a reputation like that could only spell trouble.

But her need had been too strong, so in the end she had caved in and sought him out, finding out his true name and summoning him. It was an old practice, out of style as he’d told her later, and had caught him by surprise. He above any other fae she’d been able to spot had mastered the art of adaptability: where others struggled and faded he changed and survived, thrived even. He hadn’t thought there were humans who could see into his true nature anymore, not unless he revealed himself.

Luckily he had been amenable to the deal, once she had explained it. A deal with a fairy for a child was as straightforward as it came, once upon a time it had been a common enough bargain for whoever was willing to pay a price. But now, with science and adoption, and the abandonment of the belief in magic and the old ways, it was a rarity. But science hadn’t been enough to help her conceive, and her mental history made adoption impossible in practice, if not in theory.

She had told him that, in the most succinct way possible, unwilling to share more than what was absolutely necessary. When he’d enquired about the potential father of the babe she’d told him there was no one to fill that position. Romantic love had never come easy to her, and certainly never the kind that she’d want to cement in such a permanent way. But she longed for family, for a child. He’d done it before, he told her, granted the wish for a child to a woman with no husband or partner.

“It’s not impossible, but it does come at a steep cost, particularly taking into account what I must contribute. Are you willing to pay it, dearie?”

Fifteen years was a lot of time to shave off her life expectancy, but not so much that it would mean leaving her child motherless before they reached adulthood, which was what she cared most about. He had gone into the back room of his shop, where she could tell most of the objects displayed were not what they seemed, particularly the old spinning wheel in the corner. He’d spun literal straw into Gold- if fit, given his true name- and had fashioned the thread into a small seed, which he had instructed her to ingest if and when she was ready. She had swallowed it with a glass of water the moment she was back at the library and had woken up with a white streak in her hair and her stomach roiling with what she discovered was morning sickness.

She had stopped by his shop to thank him, hugging him in her exuberance. He’d shied away in a manner that was a stark contradiction to his dangerous nature, fingers twitching nervously. He’d looked ancient then, atrophied in some way, before she blinked and his usual mask was back on. He’d congratulated her in a stilted way, assuring her that he always delivered on a deal and all that he detailed in it.

“You’re miles away, Miss French, and that steak’s getting cold.” He gently tapped her wrist, encircled by a gold woven bracelet. “My magic may give the child a lot of what he needs, but it can only do so much.”

She had almost forgotten how awful the first months of the pregnancy had been. Nothing had stayed down at first. Citrics in particular became revolting to her, as did a lot, if not most, of processed food. Everyone kept telling her it was normal but she grew concerned as she began to lose weight instead of gaining it. When she grew deeply scared she went to Mr Gold, who seemed genuinely offended she had not come to him sooner.

“I promised a healthy bairn, Miss French. You should’ve told me if that promise didn’t seem to be materialising.”

Gingerly, after asking her for permission, he laid a hand on her stomach, closing his eyes and frowning after a few seconds. When he opened his eyes again he looked at her in a strangely speculative way and sent her home with instructions to eat very rare meat and berries. The meal, as unappetising as it had sounded, was delicious and settled nicely in her stomach. No one commented on her new habit of purchasing meat daily- though her librarian budget rankled a bit- nor did they question her long walks in the woods in search of blackberries and the like.

She hadn’t expected to see Mr Gold once the problem resolved itself, though her energy was still flagging and she was having problems with falling asleep several times during the day. But he began to come to the library often, enquiring after a particular book or a topic of interest, and during the conversation he’d ask after the child, as if it was a passing concern. He’d get close sometimes, closer than what she was used to with him in any case, and his visage would turn less human than usual for a moment or two, as if his human facade slipped slightly.

It wasn’t until he found her dozing off in the Ancient History section that he told her of a notion he’d had for a while, that he could now confirm. He smelt magic around her, which he hadn’t before, and with the further development of the baby had been able to confirm the magic came from him. It was that what was leeching her energy, the wee one’s magical aptitudes developing, using her life force in order to do so.

“An unexpected development, for sure, but not entirely out of the question. Changeling children have always been rare, but nowadays they’re downright a near impossibility. The only time I’ve ever produced a child with only one human parent he was fully human himself, so I had no notion things would not be the same this time around. I do apologise for the inconvenience, Miss French, and have devised a means of helping you through the rest of your pregnancy.”

It was then that he gave her the gold bracelet, which shimmered in a way she knew had nothing to do with the metal it was made out of.

“It’s got enough of my magic to feed the babe. It should make things easier from now on.”

The bracelet had indeed done as he’d promised and soon she began to notice the increasing swell of her stomach. Though she had been afraid of what the townspeople would say, no one commented on it, and if they did it was only to congratulate her. Not one question about the father, or a snide remark on her single status. It was all as Mr Gold promised.

Magic worked mysteriously, but it puzzled her less than the fae himself, who kept turning up at the library or at Granny’s when she was around, something he had not done before. His interest in the child was soon obvious- “I aim to keep my end of the bargain, lest my reputation suffer.”- and surprisingly she found that she did not mind it. Aside from the fascination that his non-human nature inspired he was an old creature, and had lived a fascinating life. One that she could sometimes cajole him into share tidbits of with her, though at first with the clear intention of putting her off and curtail her curiosity. He told her of the wars he’d seen, the violence and horror of the days of old, when magic was much more plentiful and the greed of man and fae had done terrible things with it. He seemed surprised when that did not stop her questions of her welcoming his company, but it did not stop his visits, just changed them in a way she couldn’t quite describe.

He was a hoarder, of both stories and objects. It became usual for him to let her take a peek into the back room of his shop, often telling her about an item there and the power it possessed. Most of them had once been worthy of awe and fear, but time had leached their magic away bit by bit till little remained. Enough to make the object hum to Belle’s eyes and ears, still, but nothing that inspired the feelings Mr Gold did.

She offered bits of herself for every part of his long life he shared with her. Things about her mother and herself, the strange gift they both shared and the bond it had created. One particularly vulnerable afternoon he enquired after her time at the asylum, in hushed, respectful tones. He listened patiently to her recollection of it. Her father had had her committed, soon after her mother’s passing. He’d meant well, which he told her only made things worse, more painful. She hadn’t been able to reconcile with him before he’d passed away, and as she cried, holding on to the fae in a manner she had no right to, he told her he’d seldom met anyone so brave. He’d told her about the other child he’d created with no father, Baelfire, and how he’d also been brave.

“Too brave for someone who could die so easily, though I suppose I was lucky.”

He told her how his mother had made a second deal with him when the lad was around four, giving him up in exchange for riches and adventure, and how he’d raised him up as his own, which he was in a way. They shared enough in terms of blood for the child to be a vulnerability that could be used against him, so he’d taken him in. He’d raised him, thinking that he could one day make a deal with him for eternal life so they could be together. But the child had been too human, and had grown old and faded before his eyes.

It began to worry her, that. Her child, her son, would he be human enough to grow old and die? He didn’t want him to grow lonely, specially since she’d die sooner than even a regular human was expected to. Mr Gold, she’d learned, was painfully lonely, in a way she would never understand, as lonely as she had sometimes felt, particularly at the asylum. To live centuries alone, to watch his kin fade and die…

She had never met a creature more apt for survival. Cunning and patient, clever and powerful, it did not take much to understand how he’d gotten to be so old, and so prosperous. And so tired, at the same time. A long life of isolation sounded like the worst sort of punishment, and she grew worried for her child, for little Gideon. So when she began catching Mr Gold looking at her swollen belly, his hands twitching in that way she knew meant he wanted to reach out, to feel the babe, she grew hopeful. Gideon need not be alone after she was gone if the fae took an interest in him.

The more she thought about it the more it made sense, though she didn’t dare voice her new hope aloud. Instead she concentrated on feeding his budding interest in her child, letting him see ultrasounds and telling him about doctor’s appointments and such. And little by little, day by day, a sort of greed grew in Mr Gold’s eyes. Like a light slowly being turned on inside him, bringing newfound life to him. His dull scales, when they showed, now shone with a deeper gold colour and his presence grew in weight, to the point that Belle could feel him way before he stepped into her Library when he came to visit.

Those visits turn to trips to Granny’s and sometimes back to his shop. A strange sort of tension grew between them, which Belle hoped meant Mr Gold was getting attached, was seeing the possibility offered to him of a child that could be a companion, and was now looking to make a new deal, to tie himself to the child. She pushed further, gently prying into his personal space, where the very air seemed to softly vibrate with the echoes of his restrained power. He was skittish at first, endearingly so, but once the baby started moving he became intrigued by the notion of it, daring to ask once or twice to feel it.

It was unexpected but nice to have a partner through the pregnancy. Mr Gold wasn’t as she had expected, certainly less fearsome than shat had thought at first. Handsome, for sure, in a way that she hoped little Gideon would inherit. That and his sense of humour, dry and dark and just the right kind of strange.

She’d miss the closeness once little Gid was born and Mr Gold would have less incentive to interact directly with her. The closer she grew to her due date the more restless she became, both mentally and physically. Pregnancy, which had given her glowing skin- with the tiniest bit of an unnatural shine, she noticed, her child’s magic and Gold’s mingling on her skin- and great hair, had overstayed its welcome and turned acutely uncomfortable, specially when it came to sleep.

Her discomfort grew to the point that Mr Gold remarked on it, nose scrunched up.

“You reek of desperation, my dear. Whatever is the matter?”

She explained, though she imagined the pacing she was doing was helping her convey her problem more than her words ever could. He tilted his head, considering her.

“Want to strike a deal, Miss French?”

The words were purred at her in his customary brogue, thicker than what was usual. She’d interpreted the deepening of his accent around her as a sign that he had grown comfortable around her. He also dropped his human mask more around her, with his face sometimes entirely covered by his scales and his nails sharpened into claws. She looked forward increasingly to those small glimpses of his true nature.

“What do you have in mind, Mr Gold?”

“I’ll trade you relaxations for… that button on your pocket.”

It was a trifle, a small golden button she’d found at the bottom of her closet, matching none of her clothes. Knowing it for the transparent attempt at help that it was she eagerly handed it over, hoping for a quick magical solution to her problem. Instead, to her quiet disappointment, Mr Gold led her to the spinning wheel in the back room, helping her sit down on the stool beside it and taking a seat on a bench behind her.

“Spinning has always calmed me. There’s something in the rhythm of it, in the motion of the wheel and the feel of the wool on the skin.” His voice was low, like honey. “Almost hypnotic.”

He was quite adept, and Belle had to admit it was relaxing to watch him go through the motions. The wheel made a gentle, steady sound as it spun. She leaned back against the solid chest of the man behind her, thankful when he did not object. She felt him tense up slightly, his magic spiking around him, and she shivered at the sensation of it. Another type of tension grew inside her, a pulsing from below her navel that made her fidget in her seat.

“Rumple…”

She had used his real only once before, when she’d summoned him, but in the privacy of her own thoughts she’d been referring to him as such for a long time. He made a low, guttural sound behind her, hands dropping the wool and leaving the wheel to slide up her arms and down her torso, curving possessively around her swollen stomach. She felt his nose against the skin of her neck, his breath causing goosebumps where it touched her. She could tell he was holding himself back but barely, a feral, powerful creature straining against the bonds of his self-imposed restraint. His hands- green-gold and clawed, no longer human- drifted down to spread across her bare thighs, pushing the fabric of her summer dress up around her waist. He didn’t go any further, though, causing her to whimper and shift around. She reached out behind her to grab a fistful of his hair, noticing it curled, no longer straight.

“You… you promised…”

He hadn’t exactly, but it was a way to let him know she was more than okay with it, if he was. Belatedly, as he felt his fingers dip inside her underwear, she recalled the greedy looks she had seen him give her and wondered for the first time if she had misinterpreted them. But just as she felt as if she was about to come to some sort of monumental realisation she felt his fingers inside her, and his other hand cupping her breast. The scent of magic grew strong in the air as she rocked against him, feeling him hard and warm behind her, power made flesh and completely devoted to her needs. Time stretched and contracted as they moved together until with a sharp spark deep inside her cunt she felt the tension explode inside her, making her toes curl and her spine tingle. He followed her a second later with a cry he muffled against her hair, murmuring something in a language she could not understand. She brushed aside all worries about what would come next, with the birth of her child and therefore the end of their first deal, so nearby. If she could have nothing more, she would at least have this.

For all the magic that had been involved in Gideon’s conception and her subsequent pregnancy, the delivery was as normal as it could be. Her little boy was born after four and a half hours of delivery, looking perfect, specially once the swelling and the redness went down. He was resting peacefully in her arms when Mr Gold showed up, dapper in his three-piece suit and his long coat, a hint of gold about his eyes and the smell of magic around him. Belle cuddled Gideon closer, happy to detect, behind the smell of baby powder, the same scent about him.

“Do you wish to meet him, Rumple?”

It was a bit awkward to treat him in such a familiar manner after what it had happened, but with her son in her arms she felt particularly brave and unwilling to let things become stilted and stiff between them. He approached her cautiously, his face soft and open when he saw the child. It was then that Belle knew she’d done everything right and that he was there to claim the child as partly his. She looked down at the babe, noticing the unnatural shade of blue of his eyes and the very slight golden shimmer of his skin, and smiled in relief.

“He looks just like you, don’t you think?”

There was no mistaking the child’s origins, not with those ears and nose. The fae came close enough to be able to see the child’s face, but no closer, nervous energy crackling around him.

“He was supposed to look like what you wished. I’m sorry.”

“And is it too hard to imagine I might have wanted him to look like you?”

The light teasing was meant to put him at ease, but it fell flat. If not for the barely-concealed look of longing on the fae’s face as he stared at the child Belle might have thought she had failed altogether in getting him to care for little Gideon.

“I mean, after all, you’re the child’s father.”

His right hand tightened painfully around the golden handle of his cane, scales rippling across the skin of his neck before disappearing.

“That’s not entirely true, is it? The deal was clear, the child is yours alone. But, perhaps… Perhaps there could be another deal. Half of the boy’s life for my own. In exchange, I’d share half of my life with you.”

It wasn’t exactly the deal she had anticipated, so it took her a moment to make out exactly what he meant.

“But… you live forever. What exactly are you proposing?”

He took a step closer, and another, till he was within reach. Yet he made no motion to touch the child or herself, though he looked very much like he wanted to do both.

“I’ll share my lifespan with you, Miss French, if you share the child’s life with me. It’d mean moving to my house, so we could build a… a home, so we could both share Gideon’s life. It’d be forever, so you best be sure.”

There was a lot he wasn’t saying. About them, about what he expected and hoped for when he talked of home and of sharing a life. But the look on his face made it abundantly clear. She felt her eyes begin to water and feared for a second that he would misunderstand, so she smiled widely, taking a shuddering breath to steady herself.

“It’s a deal.”

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Official 2020 TEA Nominations

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FLUFF

Family

Precious Moments, by @jackabelle73 Belle’s water breaks at a party, by @lotus0kid Family Portrait, by @emospritelet A Christmas Present for Mama, by @shadowedoracle Irish Twins, by @killingkueen The Golds’ Adventures in Parenting, by @ethereal-wishes

Comfort

Forgiveness by the Firelight, by @bellegolds/belleyonce A Life for a Life, by @paradigmparadoxical Belle notices she’s going gray, by @lotus0kid Ever After, by @boushh2187

Fix-It

Between Present and Past, by @jackabelle73 A Step Forward, by evelyn6 It All Ends Well, by @worryinglyinnocent

Reunion

The Awakening, by @joylee56 Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Child Fic

Babysitting Debacle, by @ryik-the-writer The Mayor’s Chair, by @worryinglyinnocent A Christmas Present for Mama, by @shadowedoracle Put Me In, Coach, by @mariequitecontrarie Baby Steps, by @nothingeverlost Irish Twins, by @killingkueen

SMUT

Kink

In the Blood, by Megara_Bee Seeing Red, by @killingkueen Golden Cuffs, by @kelyon The Party, by @worryinglyinnocent

Romance

Neverland, by @emospritelet Come Together, by @thatravenclawbitch A Command Performance, by @prissyhalliwell

Comedy

One for the Road, by @mrs-stiltskin Eat Your Words, by @killingkueen

Threesome

Room for Three, by @worryinglyinnocent Sidereal Time, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best First Time

The Wedding Night, by Megara_Bee Behind the Mask, by @worryinglyinnocent The Rose and the Dagger, by @sarashouldbestudying

Best Afterlife Smut

The Heart of a Hero, by @mrs-stiltskin

PWP

Seeing Red, by @killingkueen One for the Road, by @mrs-stiltskin Parent Teacher Conference, by @timelordthirteen Last Man Standing, by @emospritelet

BDSM

The Golden Cage, by @gwenore The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin Golden Cuffs, by @kelyon The Dungeon, by @worryinglyinnocent

ANGST

Why?

The Long Road, by @thestraggletag Cogs, by @maplesyrupao3 The Unresolved, by @of-princes-and-savages

Death

We’ll Have to Muddle Through Somehow, by @thatravenclawbitch Cogs, by @maplesyrupao3 Sacrifice, by @wierdogal

Oops

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, by @justanoutlawfic In the Blood, by Megara_Bee All I Want for Christmas, by @timelordthirteen

Hurts so good

Twisted Fate, by @emospritelet

ROMANCE

Best Date (Overall)

Of Comic Books and Sushi, by @worryinglyinnocent The Attorneys Paralegal, by Wandering_Willow

Best Hamburger Date

The Alphabet Romance, by Zhanice Best Laid Plans, by @0ceanofdarkness

Best Courtship

Blind Faith, by @maplesyrupao3 Lava Java, by @betweenpaperpages More Precious Than Silver, by @bad-faery A Match Made in Heaven, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best First Meeting

Best Failed Date Ever, by @barpurplewrites A Match Made in Heaven, by @worryinglyinnocent The Quill, by @paradigmparadoxical Forward Post, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Bathing Scene

Ceasefire, by @thatravenclawbitch The Golden Cage, by @gwenore

GENERAL AWARDS

Best One-Shot

Love Unsought, by @killingkueen Come Together, by @thatravenclawbitch A Tradition to Remember, by @prissyhalliwell Why Not?, by @betweenpaperpages

Best Drabble

Quoth the Dark One, by @barpurplewrites In Death, by @timelordthirteen I Won’t Be Home for Christmas, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Post-Ep Fic

It All Ends Well, by @worryinglyinnocent Our Better Decisions, by @theoneandonlylittlebird

Best Comedy Fic

Quoth the Dark One, by @barpurplewrites The Whole Point of Magic..., by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Movie AU

Elevated Hearts, by @b-does-the-write-thing A New Life, by @djlouat I Gave You My Heart, by @ishtarelisheba The World is Not Enough, by @wierdogal

Best Book AU

The Library Beneath the Clocktower, by @eirian-houpe Around the World in 80 Days (More or Less), by Megara_Bee

Best TV Show AU

Penny for Your Thoughts, by @nothingeverlost Storybrooke Hyperion Teaching Hospital, by @wierdogal

Best AU Inspired By Other Media

I Must Be Warmer Now, by @ifishouldvanish Bellissima, by @standbyyourmantis Storybrooke Marblelympics, by @kelyon

Best Historical AU

Once Upon a Time in the West, by @joylee56 Fools Rush In, by @worryinglyinnocent Endless, by @mareyshelley The Demon Earl’s Deal, by @b-does-the-write-thing

Best AU

Little Miss, by @nothingeverlost A Face for Radio, by @b-does-the-write-thing In All Things, by @timelordthirteen The Champion, by @lotus0kid

Best AU!OUAT

A Sharp and Glorious Thorn, by @thatravenclawbitch Heartstrings, by Dragonbat

Best Series

The Gingerbread Verse, by @mrs-stiltskin The Floofy!verse, by @woodelf68 Ceasefire series, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Novel Length Fic

How Do You Sleep?, by @ifishouldvanish Writing Our Own Stories, by @wierdogal

Best Holiday Fic

The Founder of the Feast, by @lotus0kid Alabama, Arkansas, by @timelordthirteen Murder at the Moonlight Inn, by @maplesyrupao3 I Gave You My Heart, by @ishtarelisheba Selective Santas, by @of-princes-and-savages A Visit From St. Nick, by @betweenpaperpages

Best Remix

Relative Earth, by @maplesyrupao3 In the Right Measure, by @bad-faery Twisted Fate, by @emospritelet

Best Crossover Fic

Through the Vortex, by @wierdogal Something Quite Wonderful, by @spottytonguedog

Best Dark Castle

The Sounding Sea, by @mareyshelley Are You All Right?, by jenigweve A Wanted Storm, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Storybrooke

Flying High, by @ryik-the-writer Car Kicking Reduces Stress, by @wierdogal The Moment of Truth, by @leni-ba

Best Travel

The City That Never Sleeps, by @peacehopeandrats Going Back to the Great Wide Somewhere, by @wierdogal A Blind Love, by @lotus0kid

Best “Missing Years” Fic

True Love, by @djlouat Leaving Storybrooke, by @peacehopeandrats

Best Argument (Angst)

How Do You Sleep?, by @ifishouldvanish The Casualties of War, by @thatravenclawbitch Together Again, by @worryinglyinnocent

SPECIAL CATEGORIES

Best Golden Lace

Nighthawks, Morningbirds, by @ifishouldvanish Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley I Must Be Warmer Now, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Woven Lace

Opening Lines, by @emospritelet In From the Cold, by @mrs-stiltskin Much Ado About Lacey, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Woven Beauty

Killing Time, by @timelordthirteen The Awakening, by @joylee56 The World Didn’t End, by @timelordthirteen En Pointe, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Background Swanfire

9 to 5, by @phoenixfeatherquill Fragments of the Past, Glimpses of Tomorrow, by @wierdogal

Best Afterlife Fic

The Heart of a Hero, by @mrs-stiltskin Partners Beyond the Grave, by @wierdogal

Best Crack!Fic

Everyone Needs a Hobby, by @woodelf68 Pop!, by @barpurplewrites Storybrooke Marblelympics, by @kelyon

Best Drama

Opening Lines, by @emospritelet Heartstrings, by Dragonbat

Best Supernatural

Lack of Reflection, by @barpurplewrites A Safe Place, by @lotus0kid How Soon Is Now?, by @nerdrumple Imp Mansion, by @gwenore Endless, by @mareyshelley

Best Sci-Fi

Relative Earth, by @maplesyrupao3 Hatched, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Horror

In Lovelier Colours, by @mareyshelley Promised, by @maplesyrupao3 The Wolves Were Always Lurking, by @ishtarelisheba In Dreams of Him, by @mareyshelley

Best Creature AU

The Deal, by @thestraggletag Nephila, by @kelyon The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley The Pharaoh and His Priestess, by @wierdogal In Dreams of Him, by @mareyshelley

Best Unexpected Twist

An Unknown Road, by @lotus0kid The Image of Her, by @mareyshelley A Real Hero, by @lotus0kid

Best Bobby Squared

Love in the Highlands, by @worryinglyinnocent Fragments of the Past, Glimpses of Tomorrow, by @wierdogal

Best Trope

Battles and Skirmishes, by @thatravenclawbitch The Golden Veil, by @maplesyrupao3 Wrong Room, Dr. Rush, by @theoneandonlylittlebird The Good Alpha, by @cannibalisticshadows

Best Meta

25 Fucking Stupid Writing Choices OUAT Made, by @celticheartedfangirl

EVENTS

Rumbelle Secret Santa

The Long Road, by @thestraggletag He Thought it Said “SATAN”, by @idesignedthefjords Eat Your Words, by @killingkueen Witness Protection, by @eirian-houpe Home for Christmas, by @boushh2187 This Rough Magic, by @0ceanofdarkness Year Walk, by @nerdrumple The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley

Rumbelle Christmas in July

Teach Us Something Please, by @b-does-the-write-thing The Runaway Ringmaster, by @lotus0kid The Deal, by @thestraggletag A Tradition to Remember, by @prissyhalliwell

Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut)

Love in the Highlands, by @worryinglyinnocent Number Twenty-Six, by @worryinglyinnocent

Monthly Rumbelle (Smut)

Behind the Mask, by @worryinglyinnocent Real Life and Fantasy, by @worryinglyinnocent

Rumbelle Monsterfuckers Ball

Nephila, by @kelyon By the Fire of My Heart, by @cannibalisticshadows

Rumbelle Big Bang

In a Dreaming Place, by @sieben9 Much Ado About Lacey, by @thatravenclawbitch Fine Print, by @prissyhalliwell

CHARACTER AWARDS

Best Belle

Human Nature, by @thestraggletag Spin Me a Tale, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Dark One!Belle

The Plus One, by @joylee56 The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best AU Belle

The Runaway Ringmaster, by @lotus0kid Honourable Members, by @emospritelet

Best Lacey

Command Me to Be Well, by @magnoliatattoo Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley

Best Detective Weaver

Doppelgänger, by @celticheartedfangirl First, do no harm, by @iatethebiscuit En Pointe, by @thatravenclawbitch Killing Time, by @timelordthirteen

Best Dark One

Soul Deep, by @barpurplewrites Kiss, by @nerdrumple

Best Mr. Gold

Blind Faith, by @maplesyrupao3 The Champion, by @lotus0kid A Visit From St. Nick, by @betweenpaperpages

Best AU!Gold/Rumple

How Soon Is Now?, by @nerdrumple Neverland, by @emospritelet

Best Spinner!Rumple

The Plus One, by @joylee56 Finding Home, by @thecompletebookworm

Best Woobie!Rumple

Number Twenty-Six, by @worryinglyinnocent Human Nature, by @thestraggletag

Best Wish!Rumple

Under Dark Skies, by @mareyshelley

Best Baelfire/Neal

Flying High, by @ryik-the-writer Bae and the Bear and the Bow, by @wierdogal

Best Gideon

Best Beloveds, by @woodelf68 Put Me In, Coach, by @mariequitecontrarie

Best OC Rumbelle Child

Jenny, from Accidental Magic, by @woodelf68 Oliver, from The Unresolved, by @of-princes-and-savages

ART

Best Fan Art

Come back to me, by @virgidearie Belle with a bouquet of Rumples, by @staypee Rumbelle with Baby Gideon, by @cocoadrops The Library, by @virgidearie “don’t worry pop, I’ll take care of mom until you two meet again.” by @nropay Rumbelle Family Seasonal Doodle, by @cocoadrops

Best Cover Art

Human Nature, by @paradigmparadoxical Take Me Away, by @nropay Golden Cuffs, by @paradigmparadoxical

Best Graphic Art (GIFs)

Have You Ever Been in Love?, by @timelordthirteen Telephone speech from 2x16, by @agentsphilinda Come Back to Me, by @virgidearie Fine Print gifset, by @bisexualbelle 365 Days of Rumbelle, by @timelordthirteen Much Ado About Lacey gifset, by @desperatemurph The Library, by @virgidearie

Best Graphic Art (Still Images)

Touch Him So Help Me, by @jenitosam Taking a break from building their home, by @staypee

Best AU in Art

2019 Goop!Rumple, by @dekujin RumMARBeLle Date, by @wayamy Power Game, by @virgidearie Mer!Rumple with a Mer!Belle, by @foxmurphy Much Ado About Lacey gifset, by @desperatemurph Fine Print gifset, by @bisexualbelle

Best Fluff Art

Breakfast for Two, by @virgidearie Rumbelle with Santa Hats, by @cocoadrops The Pretty Librarian, by @virgidearie Rumbelle with Baby Gideon, by @cocoadrops

Best Angsty Art

Hold Me, by @virgidearie Because of course he kept her bones, by @staypee I miss you -- We miss you, too, son, by @virgidearie

Best Smutty Art

Steamy, by @virgidearie Reflection, by @virgidearie

Best Comic/Graphic Novel

Because of course he kept her bones, by @staypee Touch Him So Help Me, by @jenitosam

Best Dark One Form

Real Inside Rumple holding Belle back, by @dekujin Glitch!Rumple, by @nropay

Best Use of Color

Take Me Away illustrations, by @nropay 2019 Goop!Rumple, by @dekujin Papafire Art (I’ll find you Bae), by @nropay

Best Video

Someone You Loved, by @desperatemurph Fragments of the Past, Glimpses of Tomorrow video, by @fangirlgeeksstuff

Best Artist

@cocoadrops @jenitosam @ripperblackstaff @virgidearie @rumpledspinster @staypee @timelordthirteen

Best New Artist

@paradigmparadoxical

BEST AUTHOR

@b-does-the-write-thing @barpurplewrites @mareyshelley @of-princes-and-savages @emospritelet @worryinglyinnocent @wierdogal @timelordthirteen @maplesyrupao3

BEST NEW AUTHOR

@kelyon @shadowedoracle

BEST RUMBELLE FIC

Fine Print, by @prissyhalliwell More Precious Than Silver, by @bad-faery

BEST ANYELLE FIC

If Only for a Moment, by @ifishouldvanish Questions and Kisses, by @worryinglyinnocent Hatched, by @maplesyrupao3 Hamish is Sir Rum’s Storybrooke Persona, by @lotus0kid Need, by @worryinglyinnocent Honourable Members, by @emospritelet Belle meets Hamish at the Stag Bar, by @lotus0kid

BEST ANYEM FIC

Lacey has concerns about Danny’s suits, by @lotus0kid Bloody Lace, by @of-princes-and-savages I’m So Done With This, My Love, by @thatravenclawbitch

Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award

@ifishouldvanish @emospritelet @timelordthirteen @desperatemurph

#The Espenson Awards #Rumbelle #Rumbelle fic #Rumbelle art #Rumplestiltskin #Belle French #Anyelle #Anyem

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