Chapter 1: 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 & 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒
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WARNINGS;
𝐈. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 will contain language/swearing.
𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 will have german sentences. My OC for this book is german. Translations will be after each german sentence.
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 is a female OC! story. Appearance and name is already chosen. Can be read as an x reader if desired <3. She / her pronouns used, as well as titles 'princess' and 'daughter.'
𝐈𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 will follow the once upon a time plot in the chapters containing Storybrooke. The book all together follows the beauty and the beast story between Belle and Rumplestiltskin, except this is an OC insert.
𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 book is a slowburn. Romance between Fayra and Rumplestiltskin will be drawn out over time, and not rushed. Will be as realistic as possible. The book will have underlying theme of Stockholm Syndrome.
𝐕𝐈. 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 will be in this book. Spoilers for OUAT will be in this book for both the main story plot and the beauty and the beast plot. Rumplestiltskin will be as close to canon as possible.
DISCLAIMERS
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Chapter 2: 𝐅. 𝐎𝐍𝐄
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𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. A forest full of flora and Fauna. Wildlife of every kind in habited this piece of nature. Beautiful streams and melodious sounds coming from the animals gave the forest a voice.
Flowers , Ferns, mushrooms and many other plants covered the forest floor, providing beauty and food to anyone visiting or living.
Nighttime fell on the forest. The sun bid its last farewell until tomorrow morning, bringing forth moonlight. Underneath the moonlight, the frogs and fireflies came out to make their presence known.
A peaceful serenity fell upon the forest, the night air bringing a coolness to aid those affected by the hot weather during the day.
Fayra kneeled by the beautiful lake, her long brown curly hair cascading down her shoulders in messy curls. She watched the lake shimmer and glow, like diamonds underneath the moon's intensity.
She tucked her dress in, trying as hard as she could to keep it clean, not entirely possible. Humming a quiet tune to herself, she delicately picked at the ferns and little flowers that were surrounding her, admiring the pretty pink and yellow petals.
She weaved the stems in and out with one another, conjoining them to form a flower crown. Bits of fern stuck out from the sides, giving the illusion of horns.
A frog nearby hopped over towards her, staring up with his black beady eyes. It gave a loud croak, making it presence known, and plopped in the water to cool off.
When the flower crown was done, she placed it on her head and smiled, touching the flowers that made it up.
The forest, this area in particular, was her safe spot to go whenever she needed time to think, or simply just alone time.
Being there in that spot, made time stop for the girl. She knew that when she left, time would resume and she would have to face the problems of her reality. For now, just sitting there, Fayra was in her own world, dissociating from everything.
Having nothing else to do, the young girl switched her seating position, now leaning against a tree with her legs out in front of her. The dark green kirtle that was overlaying her white chemise underdress wrinkled around her lower body.
She supposed she would have to go soon, seeing that it was in the dead of night, almost 1 AM in the morning.
Her mother would be very upset and worried, if she was awake as well as her father. The two greatly disapproved of her nightly adventures, yet didn't take it away from her.
Rather, they refused to. Fayra was thankful for them giving her this one thing that she enjoyed. Her plan was to stay there for another hour, but nature had decided to cut it short, bringing forth rainfall. It soaked the girl's clothes and the life around her, leaving her slightly chilled.
"I suppose it is time to go," She commented to herself. "Though I shall be back tomorrow night. Until then enchanted forest."
She stood up and gathered her dress, bunching it in her hands. With a sigh, she set forth back on the path that would lead her to the placed she called home for 19 years.
She walked fast, the cold making her get goosebumps. The rain was coming down hard, making her dress feel like a second skin.
Mud started to cling onto her flats, threatening to take them with it if she didn't move fast enough.
Fayra avoided mud holes, walking on grass instead to at least stop gaining more mud. The path had quickly wound up and to her home.
The lights were out, meaning her parents were asleep. She sighed in relief and bounded up the steps, taking her shoes off to let them sit on the porch. Quietly as she could, Fayra pushed open the wood door, relieved it did not squeak.
She slipped in and closed it behind her, making sure that it was locked before quietly tip toeing upstairs to her room. She made it all the way without getting caught. "Thank god," She whispered to herself, closing the door behind her.
She quickly threw off her dress and grabbed a spare cloth to dry her hair from the rain, as well as wipe the access water off of her body. When she was sure she was dry, she slipped on a white night dress and walked over to the window.
The window had a slope at the top, so no rain would come into her room or the window seal. It was perfect for her. She opened the window to let the sound of rain fill the room, as well as bring forth the smell that came along with it.
It was a natural ambience that she could quickly fall asleep to. Fayra crawled into the small bed and pulled the blankets up to her, snuggling down into them. With the rain and the warmth, she slipped into sleep fairly quickly.
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Chapter 3: Fayra
Notes:
Holy fuck I forgot about this book! No way this was here since 2023. Anyways hi guys my name is Aelin and I'm updating this book finally as best as I can. I'm so sorry about this. My life has been a mess since I last posted but I've straightened everything out. No I haven't been attacked by the AO3 curse that's not why I went on hiatus, but enjoy this chapter! I've changed the plot unfortunately this WON'T follow OUAT plot, but rather this is a spin off story. . . think of it like Beauty and the Beast, but instead of the OUAT plot this is just Rumple and Fayra getting a happy ending.
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FAYRA
THE SOUND OF COMMOTION IN THE KITCHEN WAS HEARD. I stirred awake from my sleep slowly. Opening my eyes, the sunlight shining in from the small window hit me in the face -- and I scowled. I turned over and tried to get back to sleep, but judging from the sun in the sky I figured I had slept enough.
There were still chores to do after all. Sighing to myself I threw the covers back from my body and stood up. I hurriedly got dressed, throwing on my blue dress over my chemise and grabbed my brown flats. I tied my long naturally curly brown hair back and opened my door.
There was talking -- I could hear my mother and father speaking, and I assumed they were having breakfast, with whatever we could afford. I came downstairs and walked into the kitchen, where my mother was stirring a pot with what smelled like soup in it.
"Morning Fayra! About time you woke up," My father stated with a chuckle. He shot me a small smile and wet back to tinkering with his clock making. My father sold clocks and figurines for a few extra pieces of gold. It was how we got by and managed to eat every day. Occasionally he'd make enough for us to get new clothes.
"Sorry I had a late start," I respond, heading over. I hugged my father from behind and then my mother. "Did I miss breakfast?"
"Sadly, but we're having some chicken soup for lunch and vegetables," My mother commented. I paused. Chicken? We didn't eat meat, not really, because we couldn't afford it. I looked over at my father, who smiled.
"I sold a bunch of stuff yesterday and picked up some chicken," He explained.
"That's wonderful!" I declare, genuinely excited that we were eating good today for lunch. It would even hold us over until dinner, and then we could go back to our usual potato soup and bread. I headed over to the door -- grabbing my basket.
"Don't be too long. Lunch is in an hour," My mom called out.
"I won't I'll be back."
I closed the door behind me, and snapped the cloak around my neck before I wandered down the path and back into the forest. My jobs were simple : Housework, cut wood, collect vegetables for selling and eating, and laundry.
I didn't have to clean until later, so I took the opportunity to get out of the little cottage and explore the forest, picking up some flowers that I thought would look good on the table.
As I walked, I stopped by our vegetable garden, and harvested what we had successfully grown. We had a good bunch today : There were carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, and radishes. I picked all of those with care and set them down into my basket.
When that was done, I took a seat on a stump and pulled out the book that I was reading. It was about a princess trying to navigate her own life and leaving it behind for a commoner she fell in love with. I read through the chapter, getting lost in it for awhile, while the forest around me provided ambience.
"Good book?" I hear someone ask. I looked up from the worn pages and saw a boy -- a man actually -- with short black hair and green eyes. He had a nice face, and he looked like a huntsman.
"So far," I respond, wondering what this guy wanted. The guy smiled and looked down at me.
"You know women shouldn't busy themselves with books. They should be at home taking care of the house and family," He remarked. Something in his tone was serious, and I scowled. My mood and my hopes for this guy was no longer there.
"Well times have changed. Not every girl wants to be a housewife," I remark. "Not me anyways. I long for adventure and to see the world."
The guy nodded. "Fair enough, though that probably won't get you far, but who am I to judge? I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Gaston," The man replied.
... "Fayra Belle," I reply, deciding to give him my first and middle name. Yes I had two 'first' names, with one serving as my middle. My mother named me Fayra after her mother, and she chose Belle because it meant beautiful girl or woman. That's what people called them : Belles.
"Well Fayra Belle, nice to meet you. You live around here?" He asked.
I didn't want to give this guy my location. I didn't exactly like him. He was sexist, and he insulted me indirectly.
"Around yes, though I must be getting back. Look at the time."
I closed my book and stood up, ready to go. Gaston chuckled and looked me over, and I hated how he looked at me. It was downright odd, and creepy.
"Sure thing. If you live nearby I'm sure I'll see you again. I hunt around these woods anyways," He replied.
I gave him a polite smile and left, and when he was out of sight I dropped the smile.
"Ugh such a jerk," I grumbled, stomping my way through the forest and back to my cottage where lunch was waiting for me.
Chapter 4: Fayra
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I FOCUSED ON MY CHORES OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS. They were better than going back out into the forest. I just felt like ever since I had met that weird guy named Gaston, I've been more inclined to stay indoors, and only wander half the distance that I used to.
It wasn't because I was scared of the guy. I wasn't -- huntsmen never bothered me. Was I worried about getting killed? Hell no. I just didn't like the guy. I really didn't -- he was just a jerk. Usually I wouldn't judge someone by its cover, but this cover I already knew the contents the book would hold. Gaston wanted a housewife, and I was sure as hell NOT going to be a housewife.
I wanted so much more than than provincial life. I wanted to explore the great wide somewhere, and I wanted it more than I could ever dream of. I would go out there and see things. I knew I would. Until then, I had to take care of my mother and my father.
As I scrubbed the counters down, the sound of the door opening snapped me out of my daydream. I frowned, when I heard sniffling. It raise alarms in my mind. "Mom?" I called out, realizing it was my mother crying -- not my father.
I dropped my rag and headed to the living area, to find my mother in tears. She was holding what looked like . . my father's hat, and what was left of his clock. My heart instantly dropped to my stomach. What the fuck happened? "Mom?" I asked, now being unsure. "Where's father? What happened?"
I wanted to know what the hell happened, why my mom was in tears, and why there was nothing by my father's hat and his clock. The hat itself had even been torn to shreds. I walked forward as my mother looked up at me, and her tears fell harder.
"Your father," she managed to say through her sniffling. "He went out to travel to the nearest kingdom. Some big shot family wanted a really big commission, so he went out and said he'd be gone for 3 days."
I knew that part. My father was so happy when he told us. He said some king from another kingdom wanted the beautiful crafts that my father could make, and that he'd be traveling. I didn't want to hear the next part, but I forced myself to ask anyway. "What happened?" I asked.
My mother weeped and placed the clock onto the table. I let her weep -- but I had to know.
"He's gone Fayra," My mother stated, her voice breaking. "He hasn't come back yet, so I went out to the path that he took and found this. His hat was there and there was blood -- a lot of it. The crate of clocks he was bringing are gone, so is he!" She wiped her eyes.
I frowned, and my heart dropped. I knew what had happened -- or at least the gist of it. Out here in the woods -- there were about two things that could've happened : He was killed by the wolves, because he traveled at night, or some bandits shot him and took the clocks and everything he was carrying. Either way he was gone.
I blinked back tears, and I walked over to my mom. I didn't say anything, but I hugged her tightly as she cried. I had to be strong for her, even though I wanted to do the same. I couldn't though. "Shh it's okay . . . it's okay . . we'll figure something out," I respond, my voice breaking.
My mind ran overtime as I realized what this meant for our family: I'd have to step up and become the person that made money for us. If I wanted to keep my mom alive and eating, I had to do something.
The loss of my father though was a hard one -- and the grief was heavy in my heart. I cried silently, even though I made no noise, but the hurt was still there.
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I tried looking for the body. I travelled the same path that my father would have when he went out to sell his things. As I wandered down the path -- I saw old stains of blood. I knew it was my father's. I frowned, and kept walking.
There were little drops that were leading down. I followed them as best as I could down the dirt road --- the little drops became bigger and bigger, until there were puddles.
I took a right -- the grass here had been trampled on -- meaning there were people that were here. They disrupted the grass. I didn't know much, but I knew that the grass being stomped upon and torn meant that there was a struggle of some kind.
It looked like it -- the dirt was upturned with it. I was putting together a thesis in my mind. My father must have gotten injured -- somewhere along the way. It had to be an arrow -- he was probably struck somewhere that wasn't vital.
He must have fallen off his cart, and the bandits ambushed him. He tried to get away -- walking , or rather stumbling along this path, spilling blood along the way, before the bandits grabbed him forcefully and dragged him to the right. That's where the dirt and grass had been messed up.
I kept walking -- and then stopped dead in my tracks when I came across a large rock.
I found him. I had actually stumbled across my father's fucking dead body. As if that wasn't traumatizing enough -- the arrow stuck in his arm and chest only solidified the fact that some fuckers wiped him out -- took everything he had, including his materials and left him here to rot
. It's only been 2 days since he was missing. His body was set in rigor mortis, and he was already starting to decay and smell.
The tears fell down my cheeks before I could stop them. I sobbed into my hands, realizing he was actually gone. The only father I had was gone -- laying here like an animal and without care. The grief came back tenthfold. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that just 5 days ago I talked with him, and he promised us that he'd make us proud.
My sobbing increased. This wasn't making us proud. Some criminals killed him without caring if he had a family. I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. I turned around, wiping my eyes. My head hurt from my sobbing and my eyes were red. I pressed my hand to my forehead and sniffled.
"Oh my god. I'm sorry father I'm so sorry," I managed to say through my tears.
I was just glad it wasn't my mom that found him. I knew she would never recover from this, if she had been the one to find him instead. I was always a strong girl. I was stubborn, and I could shoulder the worse of things without getting too emotional.
I didn't let it wear me down. I could handle intense stuff like this -- which is why I could handle this. I wouldn't tell my mom that I found him. That would only put her in a worse mood. Instead I just turned back around and walked towards him anyways.
I covered him with my cloak -- trying to give him the peace that he needed.
"I'll take care of mom. I promise I'll take care of us," I reassure, my bottom lip wavering. I turned around and left, heading back to the cottage.
Chapter 5: ⻭̸／⠀fayra⠀♥︎̤⃝
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IT WAS QUIET OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS IN THE COTTAGE. Things were tense around there. I noticed my mother seemed less and less inclined to get up in the mornings, and when she did it was for a little while before she burst into tears. I picked up the pace around the cottage.
Where she lacked, I made sure everything was done. I didn't know how I was going to keep providing money for us to survive. I knew that selling vegetables only got us so far. I had to figure something out. It was now my financial problems. My mom was battling grief. I knew she was, so I didn't bother her with this. Instead I silently doubled my chores and made sure she was alive and sleeping every night.
I lost one parent. I sure as hell didn't want to lose another, especially not to grief. This week was gonna be hard for us, but we'd get through it. I knew we would, as we only had each other now. I made sure my mother was resting before I went out.
I ventured out into town, trying to pick up dinner ingredients for tonight. I just needed enough to make sure my mom would eat first. If I could just get enough for her, that was gonna be fine. I walked down the forest path, a frown on my face, as my thoughts wandered.
"you look upset."
Fuck me.
The LAST thing I needed was Gaston to come and bother me, especially when I was grieving recently. I rubbed my forehead, and sighed, turning over to look at the man. I decided to play nice. "I am upset. My father passed away recently, and I fear I'm mourning."
Gaston frowned, realizing that I was truly grieving, and he walked up to me. He fell into step next to me, much to my annoyance. "I'm sorry. Losing someone really isn't easy. It must be hard for you and your mother, but you'll get through it I'm sure of it."
Maybe I misjudged him too early.
"Women shouldn't have to worry about being the head of the house. It's not up for them to decide. It's the man's job to provide and the women to cater and care for their husband and do the house work."
Yeah no I didn't. He had a sexist misogynistic ideal mindset I hated. "Yeah well now it's me, so if you'll excuse me I'd like to be left alone. I don't want to be traveling with a stranger no offense," I remark and sped up walking. Gaston frowned and caught up to me.
"You shouldn't be doing this alone Fayra. Maybe I can help. A man has to step in and take care of you two," He insisted.
"No thanks I'll take my chance doing it by myself."
I shrugged him off and kept walking. This time he didn't follow. It was good riddance anyways, considering I didn't want him anywhere near me. I headed into town, and began my shopping. I knew I had to prioritize my mother first, which is why I settled on ingredients that would warm her up on the inside, and keep her content.
I looked through everything, went to all of the vendors. I picked up some fruit and some bread that I could afford. I couldn't afford meat, but I could afford the bare basics. Even 6 eggs were too expensive.
I picked up what I could, and as I was browsing the herbs, there were a few girls I couldn't help but overhear talking about something. I tried not to listen in, but I couldn't help it.
"I heard he could grant whatever you desire, for a price," One of the girls mentioned.
"Yeah but there's a reason he's the dark one. I heard he's not pleasant to be around, and he asks for too much. I wouldn't risk it. He's crazy," Another girl replied.
I stepped in now, needing to know more. "What are you two talking about? Who's the dark one?" I asked.
The two girls looked at me and frowned. "Well, I haven't personally tried to summon him or anything, and I don't know if it's even real, but apparently there's some sort of creature. They call him the dark one. The story says that he can give you anything you want -- literally anything, but there's always a price that comes with it," The girl explained.
Sounded like a hoax, but at this point I was just curious, and I wanted a back up plan in my mind. "Do you know what prices this thing asks for?" I inquired.
"No sorry, but it's super serious. There's rumors that he asks for the firstborn though," The other girl stated.
I scoffed. Yeah it sounded fake. Even if it was real, I wasn't pregnant, and I sure as hell didn't already have a firstborn. "I see thank you," I respond and left. I headed back to doing what I was doing : Buying things for dinner.
I came home finally, only to find my mother still in bed. She was quiet, and didn't make a noise. I set the basket down with the ingredients and walked towards her. "Mom I brought stuff for dinner. I need you to eat can you do that?" I asked.
My mother sighed and rolled over to look at me. "Yeah of course. Sorry I can't help out. I'm not feeling my best," she responded.
I shake my head. "It's okay," I reassure. "Just rest. I'll take care of everything." With that in mind I went back downstairs to prepare for dinner. It took all but a few hours, and when I finally got the pot going I knew it was almost time to eat.
I set the table -- putting out two plates, instead of three. The thought bugged me, but I didn't dwell on it. I stirred the pot with the wooden spoon until it was finished and smelled nice. I filled the two bowls up with the soup and got my mother.
She came downstairs, her eyes red rimmed. I frowned, but didn't say anything, and we ate in silence.
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