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Rumpelstiltskin x Reader: Sweet Dreams
She was all alone, her feet nearly frozen from lack of shoes and the harshness of the weather. She had slipped so many times on the ice and snow now that it didn't even faze her. Whenever she fell to the wet ground, the young woman would always get up again and keep going. She had to keep going; couldn't turn back. . . otherwise it would mean capture and a most painful end.
Sweet dreams are made of this. . .
It had all started with a misunderstanding that had blown out of proportion; a mistake that she had tried to take back despite how useless it had been. It had been to save someone's life, but even with the good intention in place the ending of the tale had turned out the same. Those deemed different from the rest were scary, different