TITLE; Knock, knock
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abc_onceuponTITLE; Knock, knock
BY; Blaze S. Deverox
WARNING; any one can read this.
SUMMERY; Rumple is looking forward to a night of down time.
DISCLAMER; I do not own Once upon a time, nor did I make any money on this, just having fun.
It was a dark and stormy night, Rumplestiltskin sat in his chair drinking a cup of tea and reading a book. He was dressed in old sweats a pair of shocking pink fuzzy bunny slippers on his feet.
Rumple broke the fourth wall as he glared at the writer. “Sweats?”
“Ok, I’ll change it but the slippers stay.”
“Better, those boots look hot but they kill my feet.”
The lord of the manor was dressed in gold silk pajamas and a silk robe. The fire burned merrily in the fire place casting a warm glow around the room. Rumple relaxed, it had been far too long since he had, had a night to himself. His usual day was filled with people from all over calling on him asking for everything under the sun and some things not under the sun.
Then a knock came at the door.
Rumple glared at the writer, who just shrugged.
Setting down his book , Rumple walked to the door and opened it. A young couple stood on the step.
“Hi my name is Brad majors this is my fiancé Janet Weiss. Out car brook down, would you by any chance have a phone we can use?”
Eye roll. “ You’re at the wrong castle. Go back the way you came , take a left turn at the fork in the road, keep going .”
“But our car is broke down.” The girl wined.
“Not any more dearie.” Rumple gave her a lecher’s grin.
They thanked him and left the girl kept looking at him over her shoulder, Rumple wiggled his fingers at her. Closing the door , and taking a deep breath rumple headed back to his tea and book. Three pages latter anther knock at his door. Getting to his feet and putting done his book Rumple once more when to his door.
There stood two young men in white button down shirts, ties and black slacks. When they saw him their smiles all most dropped but they regained them. “Sir have you ever considered the kingdom of heaven?”
Rumple got one of his, this is going to be so much fun grins, “Not a worry dearie. Satan still has that restraining order out on me so I’m all set.”
Rumple giggled as the sound of squealing tires could be heard. Sighing Rumple once again started to read, he only got one page when there was a knocking . This was starting to piss him off.
“Hi would you like to…”
“NO!!!!”
This time Rumple made it to his chair., when the knocking came. Glaring at the writer, he stomped, which is kind of hard considering he was wearing shocking pink fuzzy slippers. Wrenching open the door Rumple zapped the man stand ing into a frog before he even opened his mouth.
Rumple glared at the writer who giggled. “All right dearie, you have had your fun now can I have some time to myself?”
“Just once more Rumple, and I’ll leave you alone, OK.”
Growling Rumple answered the one last time. Standing there speechless was a girl scout. “Would you like to buy some cookies Sir?” She said in a frightened voice.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, rumple gave the child his kindest smile. “Of course dearie, I’ll take all you have.”
Latter Rumple was siting reading, his book and eating cookies. Looking over at the table loaded with all kinds of cookies. And he had sent the little girl away with the biggest sale she had ever made. So far it was turning into a good night.
BY; Blaze S. Deverox
WARNING; any one can read this.
SUMMERY; Rumple is looking forward to a night of down time.
DISCLAMER; I do not own Once upon a time, nor did I make any money on this, just having fun.
It was a dark and stormy night, Rumplestiltskin sat in his chair drinking a cup of tea and reading a book. He was dressed in old sweats a pair of shocking pink fuzzy bunny slippers on his feet.
Rumple broke the fourth wall as he glared at the writer. “Sweats?”
“Ok, I’ll change it but the slippers stay.”
“Better, those boots look hot but they kill my feet.”
The lord of the manor was dressed in gold silk pajamas and a silk robe. The fire burned merrily in the fire place casting a warm glow around the room. Rumple relaxed, it had been far too long since he had, had a night to himself. His usual day was filled with people from all over calling on him asking for everything under the sun and some things not under the sun.
Then a knock came at the door.
Rumple glared at the writer, who just shrugged.
Setting down his book , Rumple walked to the door and opened it. A young couple stood on the step.
“Hi my name is Brad majors this is my fiancé Janet Weiss. Out car brook down, would you by any chance have a phone we can use?”
Eye roll. “ You’re at the wrong castle. Go back the way you came , take a left turn at the fork in the road, keep going .”
“But our car is broke down.” The girl wined.
“Not any more dearie.” Rumple gave her a lecher’s grin.
They thanked him and left the girl kept looking at him over her shoulder, Rumple wiggled his fingers at her. Closing the door , and taking a deep breath rumple headed back to his tea and book. Three pages latter anther knock at his door. Getting to his feet and putting done his book Rumple once more when to his door.
There stood two young men in white button down shirts, ties and black slacks. When they saw him their smiles all most dropped but they regained them. “Sir have you ever considered the kingdom of heaven?”
Rumple got one of his, this is going to be so much fun grins, “Not a worry dearie. Satan still has that restraining order out on me so I’m all set.”
Rumple giggled as the sound of squealing tires could be heard. Sighing Rumple once again started to read, he only got one page when there was a knocking . This was starting to piss him off.
“Hi would you like to…”
“NO!!!!”
This time Rumple made it to his chair., when the knocking came. Glaring at the writer, he stomped, which is kind of hard considering he was wearing shocking pink fuzzy slippers. Wrenching open the door Rumple zapped the man stand ing into a frog before he even opened his mouth.
Rumple glared at the writer who giggled. “All right dearie, you have had your fun now can I have some time to myself?”
“Just once more Rumple, and I’ll leave you alone, OK.”
Growling Rumple answered the one last time. Standing there speechless was a girl scout. “Would you like to buy some cookies Sir?” She said in a frightened voice.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, rumple gave the child his kindest smile. “Of course dearie, I’ll take all you have.”
Latter Rumple was siting reading, his book and eating cookies. Looking over at the table loaded with all kinds of cookies. And he had sent the little girl away with the biggest sale she had ever made. So far it was turning into a good night.
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Date: 2012-04-02 06:58 am (UTC)Surprised rumpel didn't turn the writer into a rose or something.
Lol loved the part with the missionaries and rumpel's responces.
Lizzie
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Date: 2012-04-03 02:44 am (UTC)Thanks for the giggle.