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For the Greater Good

Title: For the Greater Good

Summary: What most people don’t know is that Belle had a younger step-sister. Another thing that most people don’t know is that you would do anything to protect your family and your village. So, when a man by the name of Rumplestiltskin shows up to make a deal to help save your village, he requires something in return. You or Belle. You immediately offer to go with him, telling him to take you instead. Intrigued, he happily accepts.

Warnings: not sure if there is any really; just Rumplestiltskin being Rumple; maybe some slight abuse; mentions of death of a parent; angst; again you’re responsible for what you read, I just post here.

Word Count: 1,854

You were busy cleaning Rumple’s mansion, one of the many chores he has bestowed upon you when you arrived. As you were dusting one of the bookshelves, you hummed a little tune your mother used to sing to you before she passed. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you had failed to realize that Rumple had joined you in the library.

“What is that that you’re humming?”

Needless to say that you were quite startled when you heard his high-pitched, accented voice fill the room. You place your hand on your chest and the other on top of the ladder to steady yourself. You take in a couple of deep breaths as you look down at your new master. You watch him as he crosses his arms in front of him and holds his chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“Well? I’m waiting.” He inquires again, this time in a sing-songy type voice.

“It’s a song that my mom used to sing before she passed away. One of the very few things that I remember about her.” You finally reply, you cast your gaze down to the floor. A moment of sadness taking over you at the thought of your mother. “I can stop if you want me to.” You lift your gaze to meet Rumple’s.

He’s such a difficult man to read but you have a feeling that he’s mulling it over. After a few moments of an intense silence, he finally answers. Waving the hand that was once on his chin as he does. “No, I want you to sing it.” He takes a seat in a nearby armchair, crossing his legs in a dramatic way.

You're surprised by his answer. “I’m sorry, what?”

He props his elbow up on the arm rest and waves his hand again, his voice a little more demanding. “You heard me. Sing.”

You turn to face the bookshelves again and take a deep breath. Your nerves are setting in. You typically didn’t sing in front of others. It’s not that you didn’t sing badly, it’s just that you were pretty shy and got stage fright easily. Before you know it though, the words are coming out.

“How does a moment last forever?

How can a story never die?

It is love we must hold onto

Never easy, but we try

Sometimes our happiness is captured

Somehow, our time and place stand still

Love lives on inside our hearts and always will…”

You continue to sing the song, hoping that it pleases Rumple. You try not to think about what could happen if he doesn’t find it enjoyable. The last few lines of the song fall from your lips and you take a moment for yourself. A tear slides down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. Suddenly, the sound of clapping fills the room causing you to lift your head and look over at Rumple. A sigh of relief slips past your lips. From the time that you’ve gotten here you’ve learned that the man is very unpredictable. He stops clapping a moment later and the smile slowly fades from his face. His face contorts into curiosity and his head tilts the side.

“I think I’d like my tea now.” Rumple orders, his voice deeper than from before.

“O-of course sir, right away.” You stutter at your words at first before quickly climbing down the ladder that you were on.

You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting so you rush off to the kitchen as soon as you step off of the ladder. Last time that he felt like you were taking too long, he locked you away in a cell for two days. You made haste at your task at hand, gathering everything up that you needed and setting it on the tray. You handled the fine china with extra care, making sure not to put a chip in any of it. Once the water had come to a boil, you quickly made fresh tea for Rumple. However, before you have a chance to leave the kitchen, Rumple appears behind you causing you to jump.

“You’re a jumpy one.” He comments, his high-pitched voice returning, a giggle coming out of him as he finishes.

“I-I was just about to bring this out to you sir, everything’s all done.” You reply. However, you miss noticing the tea cup next to your hand and end up knocking it over. You hold in your breath, hoping that it doesn’t fall to the ground. But just your luck, the tea cup tumbles off of the wooden countertop and lands on the concrete floor. You hear the cup crack as you squat down to pick it up. As you turn the cup around in your hands to examine it, you do in fact notice a chip in the cup. You stand up and your nerves begin to set in. “I-I’m afraid that there’s a small chip in the cup. B-but you can barely notice it, see?”

You hold out the tea cup to Rumple to show him, making eye contact as you do. You cringe inwardly as you see the stern look on his face, which causes him to look even more menacing. His eyes narrow in on the tea cup for a brief moment before his whole facial expression changes and his mood lightens. “No matter, it’s just a cup dearie.”

You finally let out the breath that you were holding and a small smile curls up on your lips. Setting the chipped cup to the side, you grab a new cup and begin to make Rumple’s tea to his liking. You hand him the tea cup and he accepts the cup, instantly taking a sip.

“So, tell me dearie, why’d you do it?” Rumple inquires, as he removes the tea cup from his lips.

“Do what?” You answer, scrunching up your face in confusion while tilting your head to the side.

“Why did you,” he points his index finger at you. “Volunteer to save your village. Why not let your sister come instead.” He asks again, quirking up an eyebrow. “Surely you’ve heard all of the despicable things about me?”

“Oh, well, I guess I did it to protect her. So she wouldn’t have to bear this.” You answer as you go back over to the kettle and tray, cleaning a few things up.

You feel uneasy as he eyes you up and down. “But she’s your older sister, shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He does a little twirl of the finger at the last part as he continues to drill questions at you.

You shrug your shoulders in response. “I suppose but she’s always doing the right thing and taking care of me. I guess I just thought that maybe for once it’s my turn to return the favor. Plus, I couldn’t stand to see those horrible beasts ruin our village.”

“So, you have a sense of dignity to your village then? Hmm?” Rumple inquires, before taking another sip of tea.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You nod your head slightly

Over the next few days, you grew a bit more comfortable at the mansion. When you were done with your chores, you would either read in the library or do a bit of exploring around the mansion. Rumple would disappear for hours or sometimes longer but you didn’t mind, you liked being alone. Not to mention, being in the presence of Rumple sets your nerves on edge. On one particular day, you had gotten your chores done and you were feeling a bit restless, so you decided to explore a part of the mansion you hadn’t explored yet. The West Wing.

As you open another door, your eyes grow wide in shock at what your eyes are seeing. You rub your eyes to make sure that your eyes aren’t deceiving you. The room is set up for a child and you hesitantly step into the room. A small part of you feels that you shouldn’t be in here but your curiosity is stronger. You take in every inch of the room that it has to offer. A small, child size bed is placed on one side of the room with a bedside table next to it. A wardrobe rests from across the bedroom doorway, undoubtedly filled with children’s clothes. On the opposite side of the room from the bed is a small wooden desk. Something catches your attention on the bedside table so you walk over to check it out. You lift up the piece of parchment paper and a gasp slips out of you. On it, is a sketch of a young boy, it was a beautifully drawn image. Every detail was sketched with perfection and precision. You wondered who the artist was. You feel the bed dip underneath as you take a seat on the edge of it. You had no idea that Rumple had a son, a mix of emotions flooded through you. You wondered where he was or what happened to him because you definitely haven’t seen a young boy around. At the end of the bed, you notice a folded up piece of clothing and just as you’re about to reach for it, a screaming Rumplestiltskin stops you in your tracks.

“What are you doing in here?! Who said you were allowed to come in here?!”

You’ve never seen him so upset before and you had to refrain yourself from wincing with how his voice screeched. As you looked at your master, his face was twisted in anger and he spat with every word that came from him. His entire body was shaking with how upset he was with you. Before you can get a grasp on what was happening, he had a tight grip on your upper arm and he was dragging you out of the room. You tried to get out of his tight grip but it was useless, he was much stronger than you. It didn’t take long before you were being tossed into a cell. A grunt escapes you as you land on your hands and knees. The slamming of the cell door catches your attention and you’re on your feet in an instant, rushing over to the now locked cell door. The clicking of the locks confirms that it is in fact locked.

“You can’t leave me in here!” You cry out to Rumple.

Suddenly, he was in your face, the only thing separating you from him were the bars on the small window on the door. His voice is dark and still filled with rage, seething in fact, as he replies. “You’re mine now! So watch me!”

With that, you were left alone. You slid down to the floor with your body against the door still as numerous thoughts fill your brain. Why did you have to open your big mouth and volunteer? Maybe you should’ve just let Belle come instead. If this was going to be your life now, you begin to wonder if doing this for the greater good was worth it.

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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For the Greater Good, Part 2

Title: For the Greater Good, Part 2

Summary: Belle tries to develop a plan to get you back. And Rumple finally lets you out of your cell.

Warnings: Some angst; mentions of war; I don’t think there’s a whole lot to be warned about. If I miss anything I apologize but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: A continuation from part one that I did for my Whumptober challenge (Tales of a Whumpee Newbie). Read Part One here.

Wordcount: 1,229

Belle had been arguing with your father ever since you left with the Dark One. To say stubbornness ran deep in your family would be a huge understatement.

“We have to go and rescue her!” Belle tried to argue with her father.

He shook his head vigorously in objection to his daughter. “It would take an army Belle! And even then, I’m not sure that would work.” He sighs in defeat. “Besides, ours are wrapped up in these cursed Ogre Wars.”

“Then give me a horse and a sword and I’ll go save her myself!” Belle practically yells at your father, her nostrils flaring out a bit.

Gaston, who had been witnessing the same fight since you had left, clears his throat. Belle snaps her head towards him and narrows her gaze at him, causing her brows to furrow.

“Do you have anything else to add besides phlegm Gaston?”

“I was just going to offer that I could go retrieve Y/n.”

This catches your father’s attention and he perks up at the idea. Belle could tell that her father was considering it which only infuriated her more. You were her sister! She knew Gaston was only offering to get in the good graces of their father. Gaston had been trying to court you for months and Belle knew that if Gaston was successful, he would instantly have your father’s blessings. Belle needed to find a way to rescue you without getting Gaston involved. She couldn’t stand the brute of a man.

Rumple had finally let you out of the cell, almost a week later. You did everything you could to keep yourself from going insane. Mostly, you thought about how much you missed Belle and your father. When he let you out, you made a nice big meal for the two of you and you took a much needed bath. It didn’t take long for things to return to normal, well as normal as they could get being indentured to Rumplestiltskin. You returned to doing your chores, making sure to avoid his son’s bedroom and he would disappear for long periods of time.

You were about to enter the main room of Rumple’s mansion when you heard him talking to someone. You decided to hide behind the wall to listen.

“Yes?” Rumple asks, his voice high-pitched and sing-songy.

Gaston holds out his sword and points towards Rumple. “My name is Gaston and I’ve come to rescue Y/n. Release her now and I’ll spare your life.”

Gaston? What the hell is he doing here? Is he seriously trying to rescue you? You couldn’t stop the eye roll from happening even if you had tried. Like your sister, you couldn’t stand the man. You heard Rumple’s voice go dark and it sent a shiver down your spine. It always amazed you how effortlessly he was able to change his voice. You were lost in your train of thoughts when the next thing you know, you heard the front door being closed.

“You can come out now, dearie.” Rumple called out to you.

How did he know you were there? You take a deep breath and come out from behind the wall. “Who was at the door?”

The two of you are locked in a holding stare as you wait for him to answer. You notice how he’s holding one arm behind his back, your curiosity getting the better of you. Rumple is the first to break, almost dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand.

“Some little old lady selling roses,” he pauses as he brings forth a red rose, holding it out to you. “I got you one.” He lifts an eyebrow as he waits for you to accept it.

You’re completely surprised but a small part of you can’t help but feel a bit skeptical. You cautiously accept the rose. “Th-thank you.”

A small giggle comes out of him. “It’s nothing really.” He can feel a smile beginning to tug up at the corner of his lips as he watches you lift the rose up to your nose to smell it.

You begin to turn around to go back to your chores but before you can make it out of the room, Rumple stops you.

“One more thing, dearie.” Rumple pauses as he waits for you to turn around. “I’ll be gone for a few days, I assume you can take care of yourself while I’m gone?”

You tilt your head at him, he never tells you when he’s going to be gone. He’s always just gone. “Yes Rumple, I think I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Good.” And just like that, he was gone.

You smell the rose again before returning to your chores.

Belle shook her head in frustration, Gaston had been gone for far too long. She didn’t even want to get started on her father. He would immediately shut down any idea that she had to offer and it was starting to annoy her. He would claim that he wasn’t going to lose another daughter and that would be the end of it. Well, enough is enough. Clearly something happened to Gaston, so she was going to do the rescuing herself. Belle didn’t care if her father didn’t approve. She had just finished packing her knapsack as she paused for a brief moment, glancing around her room to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything. She’s pretty sure that she has everything as she closes up her pack and tosses it over her shoulder. Thankfully, their father had been asleep for quite some time now and she would be able to easily slip out into the night.

It took Belle almost three days to get to Rumple’s mansion. When she got there, she couldn’t help but admire his home. Maybe you weren’t in dire need of rescuing afterall? Belle shook the thought from her head, she was here to bring you home. No exception. She takes in a deep breath before pushing open the massive, wooden doors. Her breath is soon taken away as she takes in the foyer and everything it has to offer. This is definitely not what she was expecting, there was almost a homey feeling to the place. She walks cautiously into the mansion as she continues to look around the place.

“Hello? Y/n are you there?” Belle calls out, her voice wavering slightly.

You were at the top of the stairs when you heard your name being called. You lifted your head at the familiarity of the voice. It almost sounded like, Belle? No, it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Then you hear it again.

“Y/n? It’s me, Belle. I’ve come to bring you home.”

Your heart swelled with happiness that your sister has actually come for you. You begin to race down the stairs and towards your sister. “Belle!” The two of you embrace in a loving hug and refuse to let each other go. When you do part, Belle rests her forehead against yours. After a moment, she straightens herself up and holds out her hand for you to take.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

You accept her hand and begin the journey home. Rumple might come after you but you didn’t care, you just wanted to be home with your family. Even if it was just for a little while.

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