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A Rumplestiltskin x Oc Fan Story

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꯳ Ahna Basilisk ៚

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There was only the crackling of the few torches echoing through the dimly lit tunnel. Cold and in pain, Ahna was laying on rough stone in her dragon form, curling up like a large, scared cat. Chains made of Vorpled metal bound her every limb, around her neck, and around her tail; weakening her body and causing unending pain to the point of misery. She shifted her leg in an attempt to find relief from the silvery shackle that dug into her scaly wrist. She gave a small grunt as the shift briefly made the sharp ache worse, causing her to snort weakly when she could not feel relief. Her heart felt heavy and mournful, broken in spirit. That was when she felt a familiar hand lay on her head, the only source of warmth and comfort for her in this merciless place.

"There, there, Dearie. This will not be forever," crooned the familiar voice of Rumplestiltskin. Ahna opened her lavender eyes to see he was crouching beside her. She crooned a weak response to him. He had been going in and out of insanity since they were first locked up, and it was very upsetting for her to see him suddenly lose his mind without warning. Ahna was thankful to see he was not in it for now, at least.

The chains kept her from being able to talk to her beloved telepathically, keeping her from voicing her pain or love. It was torture for her, her heart aching to speak to her love. But she would rather be with him in this horrid prison that let him suffer it alone. She closed her eyes again as she continued her soft croons in return, taking comfort in his gentle strokes.

Imprisoned together under the castle of Snow White and Prince Charming, Ahna refused to leave his side when he was taken prisoner by the same people he had help numerous times.q The thought infuriated her every time it passed through her mind. After all his help, they still did this to him. . . A dragon's wrath was not swift to temper or forgive.

So, when she heard voices echoing from far away through the tunnel, Ahna could recognize that of the jailer as well as those of their captors. She opened her eyes once more, which began to glow with the fire of anger, and a low, menacing growl emitted from the depths of her throat. Rumplestiltskin was suddenly gone from her sight, but she could sense him above.

"Rumplestiltskin! Rumplestiltskin!!" shouted the jailer, but he only recieved sharp and aggressive snarls from Ahna as she shifted and jangled the chains. This made the visitors pause as her eyes sharply glowed like live embers through the darkness.

"There there, my dear. Be calm. Calm," lulled Rumple's voice from up above, to soothe her, displaying full control over his dragon. Her eyes shifted from fire back to lavender, and she snorted a puff of smoke dotted with gleaming embers before laying her head down again.

"I have a question for you," the jailer said.

"No you don't," Rumplestiltskin replied, lowering himself from hanging upside down from about the prison bars. He landed nimbly on the ground with a soft thud, and stood up straight as he added, "They do." He snickered mischievously. "Snow White and Prince Charmiiiiing," he said, with a mocking sing-song on the prince's name. He chuckled in revelry that they came to him yet again for his help. "You insult me. Step into the light and take off those ridiculous robes." To his satisfaction, the royal pair did exactly what he said.

Ahna was watching and listening warily from where she lay, knowing well that though Rumple was the one in the cell, he held the power in this interaction.

Rumplestiltskin chuckled and smirked at the visitors, "That's much better."

"We've come to ask you-" began Charming, but was suddenly interupted by Rumple's snap. "YES!! YES! I know why you're here!" He grinned at them mischievously, "You want to know about the queen's threat."

"Tell us what you know!" demanded Snow White

Ahna jangled the chains as she began to give low, draconic chuckles. Rumple smirked as he paused for her before continuing, reveling in watching his captors squirm for answers, "Tense, aren't we?" He raised his hand in a dramatic gesture. "Fear not! For I can ease you mind! But . . . it's going to cost you something in return."

Prince Charming was definitely not happy with the notion. "No, he's just a waste of time," he said to his wife, but Snow only pressed for more. "What do you want?"

Her chains chinking, Ahna turned her head to watch them with her sharp, draconic gaze, waiting to hear Rumple's answer. "Ohhhh . . . the name of your unborn child?"

"Absolutely not!" protested Charming, only to be shot down by Snow's persistence. "Deal! What do you know?"

Ahna gave a long, soft snort, shifting noisily for a more comfortable rest despite the horrid ache from the chains.

Rumplestiltskin smirked at them and explained, "The queen has created a powerful curse, and it's coming. Soon, you'll all be in a prison, just like me! Only worse!" The last two parts, he teased with mad glee. "Your prison. All of our prisons . . . will be time. Time will stop, and we will be trapped. Someplace horrible, where everything we hold dear, everything we love will be ripped from us while we suffer for all eternity. While the queen celebrates victorious at last!!" He threw his hand up dramatically as he uttered the last sentence, and then gazed at the two, his grin falling. "No more happy endings."

Ahna saw Snow White step up to Rumplestiltskin with a look of determination in her eyes, "What can we do?"

"WE can't do anything!" was Rumple's answer, but Snow saw through his implication. "Who can?"

Ahna watched as Rumplestiltskin reached through the bars to Snow White's middle, his leather creaking softly. "That little thing growing inside your belly." That was when Charming suddenly struck his hand away with the side of his dagger, but before he could utter a word in anger, Ahna's furious roar reverberated through the tunnel, drowning out all other sounds. She yanked and thrashed against the chains, and the Vorpled metal began to cut through her scales.

Both Snow and Charming flinched back at the wild display while Rumple smoothly and calmly turned and approached his dragon. "Shhhhhh, it's all right, Dearie. I am all right." Ahna stopped her thrashing when she saw her beloved standing before her, fresh blood dripping down her scales from where the shackles cut into her. She warbled mournfully and pressed her head into his arms as she felt his hands stroke her neck and face. "You've injured yourself, Dearie," he said in disapproval, drawling deliberately to torment Snow and Charming for distressing his dragon.

"What does our child have anything to do with the curse?" Snow demanded, becoming a little impatient.

Rumple tsked in response, slowly turning his gaze to her, but he kept his arms around his dragon's face. "The infant is our only hope." He pointed to them, "Get the child to safety. Get the child to safety and on it's-" he closed his eyes tight in thought, pressing his forehead to Ahna's muzzle, "-twenty-eighth birthday. . . The child will return. The child will find you." He snapped his eyes open, curling his fingers as his face split into a mad grin. "And the final battle will begin!!" He laughed maniacally, pulling away from Ahna's face.

"We've heard enough," Charming growled and began to guide his wife away, but then Rumplestiltskin shouted as he jumped to the prison bars with abandon. "Hey!! No!! We made a deal!! I want her name!! We had a deal!!! I!! Need!! Her!! Naaaame!!! Her! Her! Her! Naaame!!" His sudden dive into mania shocked Ahna, causing her to flinch as she watched.

"Her? It's a boy," Charming said, refusing to give what he desperately needed.

"Missy! Missyyyyyy!" Rumple called out to Snow, "You know I'm right!" The woman's silence showed that she did indeed know. "Tell me . . . What's her name?" he insisted softly.

She slowly turned to see him and replied in surrender, "Emma . . . Her name is Emma."

"Emma," Rumple repeated with glee as he watched them depart, and he began to chuckle with triumph, muttering the name over and over under his breath, as if he had such a great and terrible need to commit it to memory. Then, he conjured a quill and a sheet of parchment. He sat on the ground, crossing his legs and began to write the name over and over and over frantically.

Ahna watched helplessly, saddened that he was losing his mind again. She warbled worriedly and shifted to try to reach for him, but the chains attached to the collar around her neck cut her short, and she yelped in pain. Rumple scribbled on as if he hadn't heard her. Unable to speak, she called out to him with another warble, hoping to get his attention, but he didn't even turn. She had no choice but to watch and wait for it to pass.

Only when Rumple suddenly flinched and stopped writing did he snap out of it. He looked around as if he was confused or dazed. Ahna took the chance and crooned for him. He turned his gaze to her, looking as if he was lost. She tried to reach for him with her nose, but the chains stopped her short yet again, and she gazed up at him with worry in her eyes.

Rumple scooted closer to her, and she felt his arms wrap around her muzzle. She didn't hear a word from him, but she could feel him trembling ever so slightly. She angled her head to his chest and pulled him to her side, curling her body around him. Both broken souls in a prison that was taking a toll on them.

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