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@tragiicxm  II “Now you listen here brat!”

That was quite enough of this crap. He was not going to have his authority undermined for any number of reasons. Why must she always test his patience like this. Gold grumbled, and clenched his fist, any second longer and he was going to burst into flames. She knew damn well what she was doing and that is what made the pawnbroker all the more angry.

I. LOVE. YOU. LET ME CRY ABOUT HIM W/ YOU. LET ME TELL YOU HOW FAE WOULD BE THE BEST LADY ARTHAS EVER. LET ME TELL YOU MY WOW CROSSOVER IDEAS

A land without magic. It certainly wasn’t a place Rumplestiltskin ever thought he would ever end up. Then again his life wasn’t always filled with the magic he now had. It wasn’t much of a choice really, become the dark one or lose his son. And in the end it was that very act that lost him Baelfire. He was too much of a bloody coward to tell Bae why he was afraid of that portal in the first place. It was his life flashing before his eyes seeing that thing. The last time he had gone through one of those things, he had lost his father. He didn’t wanted that to happen with him and Bae. It would seem even the good intentions had consequences. And so he lost his son, to a land he didn’t know. But that didn’t stop Rumple from fighting to get back to him.

He managed to get a magic bean from the pirate who had taken his wife from his all those years ago. Cut his hand off, the bean was inside it. There was hope for him and his boy yet. Of course he would have to leave the only place he had ever called home. But if there was thing he learned in his life time, home was where your family was and he certainly had none of that left here.

So he journeyed to this land taking with him all that he could, in terms of magic. He couldn’t practice magic anymore but that didn’t mean he couldn’t bring magical objects with him. The only thing that would remain would be his immortality, which in this situation would prove useful. It had been a struggle at first getting started in this new land, finding his surroundings, settling down. It was one misfortune after another, no magic to fix his leg, he had to use a cane. Not that it was much of a bother, but he had since been used to walking without one so an adjustment it was.

So he spent years studying reading, figuring out where he needed to go. Her searched corners of the globe. But alas nothing was found. He couldn’t find his boy. One hundred years went by and he found nothing, no evidence of Baelfire. What a waste of time this was, a waste of everything. He had come to this world to find his child and he had failed. His son if he ever was here was surely dead by now.

With no way to return home Rumple found his way to a charming little town in Maine. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol most of the time, he opened a little pawnshop. Changed his name to Adrian Gold, and went by Mr. Gold. Life was slow and it was hard without Bae, but he knew the boy wouldn’t want him to wallow in self pity even though it was his fault his son was gone

He was taking inventory one day when herd the bell above the shop door ring. “May I help you, dearie” he said not looking up from the files in front of him.