Dolfacora

Once upon a time in a small mill sitting on top of a small hill. Where hay was growing all around them. For miles and miles to come. Along with a wooded area beside the house. Living there was a man and his son. A boy who was born with golden hair and dark amber eyes. Oh how proud his was of his son. He boasted about his son to many, many people. They were polite and let him boast about his son. This was Rocinante. He wasn't really his son. He was a boy who was abandoned as a child. So. Sengoku took in the boy and raised him as his own. Taught him all he needed to know.

"Roci is so fine he can tread hay into gold." Sengoku grinned.

"Father stop before someone overhears your nonsense and takes you seriously." Rocinante huffed.

Then 'accidentally' set himself on fire.

But. It was too late. A man from the kingdom overheard Sengoku boasting about his prized son. Now. You see, Rocinante wasn't all what his father says about him. True he was very handsome and kind. But Rocinante was a very, and I mean Very clumsy man. To Sengoku it canceled itself out by Rocinante's good looks. Hoping one day he would bring home a beautiful bride or what not.

The guard who was overhearing the story, cocked a brow to this before heading back to the castle. He trotted into the castle hopping off his horse before heading into the large doors. Daz threw his cape behind him as he walked into the throne room.

Crocodile sat proud in his chair. Rings littered his fingers while a fat crown sat on his head. Gold was hung on his body as he perked up to his royal guard. Daz took a knee as Crocodile held his hand out to the guard. He stood approaching Crocodile and kissed his knuckles before taking a knee. Sat pressed his forehead to the back of his hand as Crocodile looked to his new rings.

"Sire. There has been a tale of a man who can thread hay into gold." Daz spoke.

Crocodile perked up to this, "A man? In the morrow I want him before me."

Daz stood and nodded before bowing, "It shall be done."

Then he turned and left the throne room. Crocodile held his hand out as a woman walked in with a wineglass and bottle. She placed the glass in his hand before pouring the bottle. It stopped halfway before she bowed and backed away. Crocodile took a sip from his glass before swirling the dark red liquid.

"Hay into gold." He muttered.

Rocinante perked up to the royal carriage stopping outside. Sengoku stepped outside as the blonde peered at them through the curtain. Daz held out a scroll having Sengoku take it and grinned. He turned to Rocinante and motioned him over. The tall lanky man stepped outside and stepped up to Sengoku.

"Pops what's going on?" Rocinante asked.

"You've been summed by the king. Go go!"

"Wh-What?!"

But it was too late. Rocinante was pulled into the coach along with Daz. He sat with his fingers laced and stuck between his knees. His head hung worried that he had done something wrong. To be summed by the king? What had he done that was so bad? His hand slowly came to his neck as a cold sweat washed over him.

"Relax. The king won't kill you. Unless you are lying." Daz said.

"About what? I haven't said or done anything to catch his attention." Rocinante said.

The carriage stopped as Daz perked up to him.

"We're here." He said.

Then he hopped out of the carriage. Rocinante followed poking his head out of the carriage to the castle. His eyes went wide before following after Daz into the castle. He poked into the rooms seeing guards watch as he walked into the rooms. He seemed to shrink seeing the intimidating eyes watching him.

Daz pulled open a curtain and motioned Rocinante through. The man walked in cautiously before the curtain was shut behind him. Crocodile shifted onto the palm of his hand watching the blonde walk into the room. Rocinante turned to him before kneeling before him. Crocodile cocked a brow kicking over his leg before getting up. He walked down to Rocinante and walked around him. His arms folded behind his back while his dark eyes kept to the tense blonde.

"State your name." He barked.

"R-Rocinante." He gulped.

"Well. Rocinante. I've been told you have magic hands. And are able to turn hay into gold."

His eyes widened as he looked up to Crocodile, "W-what?"

"Now. If you are able to thread the gold. I will put you up to another test. If you are lying. I will have you hanged for lying to the king."

"O-of course sir."

Crocodile stood before Rocinante and knelt down before him. He cupped his chin having him look up at him. His eyes held terror and a hit of worry. Crocodile smirked to this.

"May god have mercy upon you."

Rocinante was pulled up onto his feet before dragged upstairs. To the highest tower in the castle. He was tossed inside where he stumbled onto the floor before the doors were slammed shut. Rocinante picked himself up and brushed himself off and noticed the pinwheel sitting in the corner of the room. He sighed glancing to the tall pile of hay behind him and sat on it.

"What am I going to do?"

There was a low chuckle having Rocinante perk up. He glanced around the room. No one appeared to be in the room. He stood glancing around before he noticed a man in pink sitting at the spinning wheel. He gave another low chuckle throwing his feather coat over his shoulder before standing. The man began to saunter over to Rocinante. He began to back up before backing into the hay and stumbled back into it. The man now stood before Rocinante and his long fingers tilted up his chin. He only saw the terror his eyes reflect back to him through flamboyant sunglasses.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'm only here to help." He spoke.

Rocinante lit up, "Like a fairy godmother?"

"Not quite, you see. If I help you. What's in it for me? I want something that you hold dear."

At first, Rocinante couldn't think of anything that he held dear. Until he noticed his ring. Rocinante smiled softly removing the ring before handing it to the man.

"It may be a gold ring to you. But to me. It holds much more value. For you see, my father gave that to me for my twenty first birthday. I've held it dear ever since." Rocinante said.

The man chuckled looking to the ring, then slowly slid the ring down onto his ring finger and smile largely.

"This will service."

Then he walked over to the spinning wheel and began to turn hay into pure gold. Rocinante watched him as more and more of the hay was being turned into pure gold. But a question grew to his mind.

"What is your name?" Rocinante asked.

The blonde man perked up and turned to him. He smiled softly.

"They call me Rumpelstiltskin." He said, "Now rest, rest. I have work to do."

Rocinante nodded resting back against the hay and soon fell asleep.

Once he awoke the next morning to the guards storming the room. He rubbed his eyes before his jaw dropped to the golden string spooled up in the room. Crocodile soon walked in. His dark eyes scanned the room before landing on Rocinante. A smirk pulled on his lips as he stepped up to the blonde.

"I'm impressed. But. Can you do it again?" He asked.

As Rocinante was going to object. Crocodile put a finger to his lips.

"Tonight I will put you in a larger room. If you can spool the hay into gold I will set you free."

Rocinante nodded as he was soon put into a larger room. Hay plied in corners and the spinning wheel sat in the corner of the room. He stepped inside looking to all the hay in the room he fell to his knees looking around to all the hay. Tears began to well in his eyes as he knew tonight would be the last he would be alive. Until. The low chuckle had him perk up.
Rumplestiltskin sat at the spinning wheel slowly. Spinning the wheel. Rocinante grinned and approached him. He took his hand falling to his knees.

"Oh please." Rocinante cried, "Is there anyway you can do it again. Spin all this hay into gold?"

Rumplestiltskin cocked a brow, "What's in it for me?"

Rocinante sat back on his heels, he didn't have anything. He looked back to the man with striking pink sunglasses.

"I don't have anything that I hold dear." Rocinante said.

The man only chuckled, "How about a kiss?"

"A kiss?"

"I know you haven't had your first kiss yet. And you hold something like that dear. That is my price."

"Okay. If that can help me live another day. I'll kiss you."

He tilted up Rocinante's chin before kissing him softly. He kissed back before Rumplestiltskin pulled away with a soft smile.

"Now. Get some rest. I have some work to do."

Rocinante nodded before curling up with some hay and falling asleep. Rumplestiltskin started to threat the hay with a small smirk on his lips.

"I've now taken something you can't get back."

The following morning. Rocinante awoke to the room full of threaded gold. He smiled wide before the door was opened. Crocodile stepped forward his dark eyes once more examined the room full of gold before an idea popped into his head. He approached Rocinante and took a knee. Cupping the blonde's chin and smirked, his thumb rubbed his cheek softly before he smiled.

"My dear Rocinante, you've once again impressed me. But. I can't let you go yet. I need you to do me one last final task." He said, "I will fill the main hall full of hay. If you can succeed with turning hay into gold. I will make you my queen. If you can't."

His finger drew across his neck. Rocinante swallowed thickly and held his throat before he nodded.

So. That night. He sat in the main hall. Five floors of hay. And a spinning wheel sitting in the middle of the room. Rocinante glanced around seeing if Rumplestiltskin was around. Hoping he would give him this final and last chance at life. And yet. There he was. Sitting at the spinning wheel. He rested on his palm with a smirk on his lips. Rocinante lit up before approaching him. He took his hand clasping it between his own and grinned.

"Please. For this final time I wish for your help." Rocinante pleaded.

"I'd be more than happy to help. But. What is in it for me?" He asked.

"I-I don't have anything. What do you want?"

"Ah, my favorite question."

Rocinante cocked a brow to that, "Oh?"

Rumplestiltskin smirked cupping Rocinante's face and bring him close.

"Whatever happens. I want you to turn the other way."

He furrowed to that, "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to help you or not?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Then, anything that seems out of the ordinary to you. Don't question it. And turn the other way."

"Okay."

Rumplestiltskin smirked, "Good. Now get some rest. Your world is about to change."

He nodded curling up with some hay and falling asleep.

As midnight struck. Rumplestiltskin perked up. His work had finished as he grinned. He threw on his feathered coat before disappearing down the hall. Before ending up in a bedroom. Crocodile perked up to him before shutting his book. Rumplestiltskin pulled out a scroll before plucking a pink feather from his coat. Which turned into a quill.

"All you have to do is sign the dotted line. And all your problems will, disappear."

Crocodile took the quill as Rumplestiltskin unscrolled the scroll. He signed the gold sheet of paper before it was rolled up and placed into a pocket in his coat. Then pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and blew some sand at him. Crocodile grew a new form. With scales, and a tail with claws and teeth. Rumplestiltskin grinned.

"You said, you wanted to go wherever the sea would take you."

Rocinante woke up the following morning finding the room filled with gold. He smiled as the door was opened. His smile soon faded as guards walked in with. Rumplestiltskin. He smirked and approached Rocinante.

"What a wonderful job you have done. Prepare a royal wedding. Rocinante will be my new queen." He said.

The guards nodded as Rocinante was taken out of the room and into a bedroom. Where he was dressed in golds and fine clothes. He sat before his mirror before the door opened Rumplestiltskin walked in and shut the door.

"Wh-what did you do?"

"Tut tut my love. You said you wouldn't of questioned my ways. Now. Smile love. You going to be queen."

A wedding was thrown. Rumplestiltskin had changed his name as he was dubbed king. With that contract he had Crocodile signed. It was a letter explaining that Rumpelstiltskin was going to be the new king. And Crocodile had lost his title and was lost to the world. Little knew where the true king had resided. But. In the moat outside the castle.
Rocinante lied on Rumplestiltskin's chest drawing circles on his chest. His glasses sat on the table beside the bed. He looked up to Rumple.

"Why Doflamingo?" He asked.

"Why not?"

"Good point."

Doflamingo wrapped his arm around Roci's shoulders before hs kissed his forehead.

"Doffy, I know it's impossible. But. I kind of want to have a kid. A son." Rocinante sighed.

"Tut tut, ask for it and it shall be done. Now. What do you want our son's name to be?"

"I. I kinda liked Law."