Summary: Belle leaves the Dark Castle, and stumbles into a much darker bargain. Part 3 of my Ceremonials series.
Warning: this fic has mentions of non-con, and a scene involving animal abuse. Also, serious angst. This is for the rumbelle war effort.
“She’s a cruel mistress, and a bargain must be made, but oh my love don’t forget me, I let the water take me.”
The Queen’s workroom was pristine, marble slabs and finely polished grinding stones. Her bottles were the finest glass, and she kept all her herbs and chemicals in white ceramic jars, labeled in her loopy, clear script. Her knives hung on the walls, gleaming silver and bronze, and she kept ink, quills, and parchment always on hand. Chalk and towels rested in neat boxes along the wall. Wide windows and fine beeswax candles kept everything bright and glittering.
Prompt: Belle goes into labor during end-of-world.
“Don’t do this, not now.”
“Wait, what just happened?”
(Wow this ended up being long. ajrela;rjlsd plot bunny explosion. Anyway, I hope you like it! Sorry for any typos or anything. I had a 10 hour work day yesterday and a ball hockey tournament today, so I’ve gotten a lot of sun and not a lot of sleep lately. haha. )
He struck out into the wind—the wind and the rain and the swirling green clouds—and knew he didn’t have a lot of time. He knew the world was ending (they all knew it, they’d known it for months and now it was finally here, now it was finally unravelling like a spool of poorly spun wool) and he knew Belle was dying and he knew there was only one chance to save them both.
1x12 & 2x19
Rumpel’s snarky replies.
“I said you could call. Didn’t say I’d answer.”