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#245 Suicune - Has the power to purify dirty, contaminated water and can walk on water. Suicune embodies the compassion of a pure spring of water and runs across the land with gliding elegance. Some say it constantly journeys in search of places with pure flowing water. Suicune is also said to be the embodiment of the north winds because northern winds always seem to blow wherever it shows up.

The Goddess' Favor, Part 1

Summary: Forlittledeemsmyroyaldame prompted: Rumpelstiltskin is a poor spinner. Belle is the goddess of beauty and fertility of his village. He finds favor in her sight, and a love affair is born.

Rating: PG for the moment.


A big shoutout goes to the awesome Straggle, who suggested the title!

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Once every year, as winter gave way to spring, the people of the Frontlands would hold a festival in honor of their goddess of fertility, to ask for her blessings in the coming growing season. There would be a feast, a bonfire, and the people would bring offerings to her shrine at the forest’s edge.

Many would bring offerings from their own tables, extra foodstuffs that had lasted through the harsh winter, or small portions of their own crops or herds. Others would bring trinkets to offer to the goddess, like hair pins and jewels, anything to lie on the foot of her shrine and vie for her blessing.

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rumpleshtiltskin asked:

If it's alright, I would like to prompt something. Namely this: Rumpelstiltskin is an actual imp that adopts Bae as his own and falls in love with a merchant's daughter, Belle.

At first, the child was a wretched, squalling thing, that Rumplestiltskin considered tossing in a well.  He wasn’t even sure why he’d picked up the mortal babe that someone had cast away in an alley, aside from curiosity.  But when he made a face at the dreadful screaming, the babe quieted in his leathery arms, staring at him curiously.  

He decided to keep it.  Until it ceased to amuse him.  

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forlittledeemsmyroyaldame, deeperstateofmind, the-guardian-of-joy, and theyulefawn started following you:

((ooc: omg wow I should’ve done a post similar to that last one earlier you guys are awesome))

"Ah new followers, thank you for thinking that I am worth a bit of your time. Now who would be first to ask a question? Do not believe anything that Tony Stark claims, I do not bite, nor do I blast anyone upon meeting. You are safe are you not?" Loki sits down in a comfortable chair with a book in order to pass the time.

rumpleshtiltskin asked:

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS FOR! Merchant's Daughter Belle is confused; she keeps finding all manners of gifts for her around the house and town which she and her father live in, all from the same mysterious person. A mysterious person who seems to have an obsession with her name... Then one day, she meets a strange young boy named Bae... Imp!Rum is watching all.

Every gift had her name.  Belle.  Sometimes it was scrawled hastily, as if in a terrible hurry.  Other times, it was done with elaborate flourishes, sketches of roses encircling her name.  But her admirer…with every book, every golden bracelet, golden ring, golden necklaces, the golden hand mirror, they seemed to adore using her name whenever they could.  

The gifts had been ongoing for a month, and Belle was ready to learn who the admirer was.  

One afternoon, she took a walk in the woods, choosing to forego an escort.  Her father wouldn’t be pleased, but Belle didn’t care.  The dark green foliage helped her think and the cool breeze was very pleasing.  She had gone about a mile down the deer path when she had the most curious feeling that someone was watching her.  

Quickly, she swirled around.  A boy was peeking at her, looking curious.  He had swathes of dark hair and lovely brown eyes.  He seemed to be very oddly dressed, in a mixture of green and brown patchwork. 

"Hello," Belle greeted cautiously. "Who are you?"

He cocked his head.  ”Baelfire,” He replied and Belle blinked at the odd name.  

"Were you following me?" She asked curiously and he nodded a little shyly.  Smiling warmly, she went to him.  

"Are you the one who’s been leaving me gifts?" Belle asked gently. "Like this?" She showed him the golden bracelet encircling her wrist.

Baelfire examined it carefully.  ”My father made this,” He pronounced.

"And—who is your father?" Belle asked eagerly.

The boy furrowed his brow.  ”I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell,” He said slowly and Belle could’ve screamed in frustration, she was so close to knowing the truth.  

"Could you—could you give me a hint?" She begged.  

Baelfire glanced sideways.  ”He’s watching us right now,” He remarked and a shiver went down her spine.  She peered in the direction he was looking in but saw nothing.  

"Won’t you please—please tell me his name at least," Belle pleaded.

Baelfire tilted his head.  ”I can tell you that least of all,” He informed her. “Because I don’t know it. Only he knows it.”  

Belle stilled.  ”What do you mean?”  

"Papa would never tell his name to a mortal," Baelfire said seriously. "That’s just foolish."  

Belle stared at him slack-jawed.  Baelfire smiled at her charmingly one more time before turning away and disappearing into the forest.  

rumpleshtiltskin asked:

Rumbelle, Spinner!Rum and Adventurer!Belle.

It had been a day like every other day.  Rumplestiltskin had risen early, fed the sheep, given his son a poor breakfast.  He’d had a little business in the market, so he’d instructed his young son to watch over the sheep while he was gone.  The day had been brisk but sunny, a cool breeze carrying over the hills and bringing the scent of rain, perhaps tomorrow if he was lucky.  

He noticed a crowd of people whispering together.  It was a small village, the cheapest sort of tradesman or gypsy could alight the people into a flurry of gossip.  Still, Rumplestiltskin was curious, so he hobbled towards them, ignoring the nasty looks he received and the mutters of ‘coward’ and ‘scared little mouse, what does he want?’.  All that was forgotten when he saw the source of the crowd’s attention.  

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