One-shots/Short Stories

Rumplestiltskin/Mr Gold fluff

A/N: So Sebastian Stan is in this so I got addicted to it. And then I read a fanfic on how the OC was Rumple's daughter, so this gave me inspiration to write a small fluff on the Dark One. Probably not my best, but yolo.

His Daughter
Hidden in his castle, he was mindlessly creating gold silk when he sensed someone in his territory. Skipping to a window, he watched as a hooded figure placed a basket at his doorstep gently, before knocking on the door and leaving as soon as the person arrived. Curious, he went to the door to see what the person dropped off to him.
When he peered down at the basket, he couldn't help but groan in annoyance. "Really? A baby?" he exclaimed out loud. "What am I supposed to do with an infant?"
He went to take the baby away when it suddenly opened its eyes to him. He was instantly met with dark brown eyes that shown innocence and goodness. Entranced and curious, he knelt down to take a closer look at the baby. It was then he noticed a letter tucked gently with the baby. Grabbing it with his fingertips, he read the letter that was meant for him to read.

To whomever resides here;
I leave my child into your hands, for I am not worthy or healthy enough to look after her.

I meddled with the wrong people and for that, I must pay the consequences. She was created from a one-night stand, but despite her being a bastard child, I still love her with all my heart.

She's a special one, you see. I can sense the goodness and power in her when I first held her. It is to my belief that she has magic in her.

Please, for her and myself, look after her. She is meant for greater things in the world, and she deserves the best.

Sincerely, her mother.

P.S: Her name is Lydia.

"Lydia, eh?" he mused. He peered down at the innocent child - innocent child that reminded him of his own son. The son that he lost. He decided then that he'd take her in, and this time treat her how he should have treated his own son. With trust, and with love.

***

Years went by, and the mother of the child was right; Lydia had great power in her.
He taught her how to use her magic, telling her from right and from wrong, and always making sure she was happy and safe and healthy. Not once did he let her leave the premises of the castle. No one must know about her and the fact that he was raising a child. For if they knew, they would have used her against him.
She grew up to be a beautiful child; her brown hair resting to her waist in waves, her pale skin a healthy pale and not sick-looking, her brown eyes still shining with innocence and happiness. . .
"Papa?" she called out to him.
"Yes, Dearie?" he hummed, creating more gold silk.
"Who's the lady dressed in all black?"
"What?" Immediately he was at her side by the window, noticing the Evil Queen coming their way. "Lydia, be a dear and go to your room. Lock the door and put a protective spell around your room." he told her quietly. "Don't come out until I come to get you."
"But Papa -"
"Now!" he hissed, quickly moving her to the direction of her room. Giving him a worried look, the little girl quickly made her way to her room. He cleared his throat with a sniff, quickly getting into the character of being overly happy and cheeky, yet evil.
"Ah, Your Highness!" he gleamed. "What brings you here to my castle?"
"I'm here to see if the rumours are true." Regina drawled out, moving past him and into the quiet castle. His smile faltered slightly while closing the door.
"Rumours?" he repeated. "What rumours?"
"Oh, you know," she shrugged, sliding a finger on his fireplace, seeing no dust on her finger, "the rumour that you hold a child in this lonely place."
"A child?" he laughed as if what she said was absurd. "I can assure you, there is no child here. If there was, they would have been fed to the wolves out in the wild by now."
"I see. . ." she pursed her lips, spotting a small doll on his chair. "Ooh, what is this?" She lifted the doll into her hands. "This looks sentimental, doesn't it?"
"Give it back!" he hissed, snatching it out of her grasp. "This is none of your business."
"So you do have a child here!" she said triumphantly. "Go on, tell me. What is its name? How old is it? Girl? Boy? Why do you even have the child?"
"Like I said earlier, it is none of your business." he said stiffly, placing the doll delicately on top of the fireplace. "If that is all you wanted, then kindly leave my abode."
"Aw come on, you can tell me!" she smirked. "I'll keep it a secret."
"No." he said sternly. "I lost one child, I am not losing another one." He closed his eyes in defeat when he realised he slipped out information - information that the rumours were in fact true.
Regina smirked at his slip-up, making her way to the exit. "It was nice seeing you again, Rumplestiltskin." she told him sweetly. "Hopefully the next time we meet again, I'll be able to meet that child of yours. Must be a special child if you're keeping it a secret."
"Oh you have no idea." he whispered menacingly.

***

Purple clouds started to form towards his cell, notifying the man on what was happening. He felt dread fill his veins when he remembered his daughter; who was still in his castle alone. He was captured by the Queen and pulled away from Lydia. She was independent, she could look after herself, but he still worried for her. Not only that, while he still remembered, she would forget about him. And that saddened him. So he made another promise to himself; he would protect her in the new world, whether she knew him or not.

***

He stood across from the school where Lydia was, watching as she safely went inside the school bus with her friends - two of them happening to be Jefferson's daughter and Regina's adopted son.
After the daily check-up on his daughter that didn't remember him, he went back to his antique shop.
When he was behind the counter, he pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a small bracelet that Lydia used to wear. It was a birthday gift from him, and it was magical. It was a protective charm, ensuring her safety when he wasn't around to protect her. But he failed. Because now, they were separated. Because he didn't pay enough attention. And now his daughter was with another family.
The bell chimed, snapping him out of his sad thoughts. He looked up and saw Regina Mills: the woman who created the whole thing. A surge of anger went through him.
"Ah, dwelling on the past I see." she smirked, noticing the way he held the bracelet like it was the most fragile thing in the planet. "Where's that little doll?"
"Away from you." he said stiffly, putting the bracelet away. "What do you want, Regina."
"Couldn't help but notice you loitering around the school when I went to pick Henry up instead of him taking the bus." she shrugged. "You were staring at someone there. A kid."
"That is none of your business." he muttered, tending to his shop. "If you're not here to buy anything -"
"I'll have that bracelet you showed before." Noticing the dark look sent her way, she released a small laugh of amusement. "Relax, Gold. I'm only joking." she assured him. He still didn't let off his glare. "Fine, I'll be leaving now. But I must say, I am still curious on who the child is."
"And maybe you will find your answer in the future." he told her. "But for now, leave. I have things to do."

***

When the curse was lifted off the town, he wanted to see Lydia as soon as possible. But first, he had to bring magic to the world, and he had to make sure Belle was okay - Belle, who was thought to be dead.
When returning from bringing back magic, they went to his antique shop, people reuniting wherever they were. Belle looked around in awe and confusion, Rumplestiltkin looking out for his daughter. People saw him as they went by, some whispering in fear, some in anger, some in recognition, and some with pity - the ones who knew about his daughter.
"There's people staring at us." Belle told him under her breath. "Why?"
"They're not staring at you, Dearie." he told her, looking around still. "They're staring at me."
"Why?"
"While you were gone," he started, "a small infant was brought to me. And I took her in."
"You raised a child?" Belle stared at him surprised.
"She held a powerful aura." he explained. "She was powerful with magic, so of course I took her in. But also. . .because she reminded me of the old days, when it used to be good. She. . .filled the void when you left. She was the light in the castle." He sighed sadly and looked around the town one last time before turning to unlock his shop. "And now I lost her."

"Papa?"

At the sound of a familiar voice, Rumplestiltkin froze. His hand was still in the doorknob. Belle looked between the two, connecting the dots. "Lydia?" he whispered. He turned around quickly to see her across the road from his shop. "Lydia!"
"Papa!" They met halfway, him dropping his cane and wrapping both arms around the little girl. "Papa, I found you!"
"Oh Lydia," he placed a kiss on her forehead, "my sweet, sweet Lydia."
"I missed you." she said, eyes gleaming in joy.
"And I missed you." He brought her into another hug. He pulled away though when he remembered about Belle. "Dearie, I want you to meet someone."
Ignoring the whispers around them, he made his way to Belle who still stood at the shop entrance. Belle gave Lydia a smile, Lydia smiling back shyly. "Belle, this is my daughter Lydia." he introduced. "Lydia, this is Belle."
"Belle from your stories!" Lydia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wow! Hi!"
"Hello!" Belle giggled. "It's lovely to meet you."
"Come on, ladies." he smirked, opening the door for them. "I think it is time to catch up, don't you think?"

The End

A/N: Not my best ending, but yolo.