❝You or the Darkness? Maybe I need you both.❞
RUMPLESTILTSKIN/MR. GOLD x FEM!OC.
OUAT (SEASONS 1-5)
CANON DIVERGENT/AU.
EXTENDED DESC INSIDE.
𝖙𝖜: sex, violence, assault, gore
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𝕲iven the circumstances, the feeling of the familiar knife against Morgana's neck felt cold. He dug the blade deep enough that it cut deeply into her skin.
"I knew it was true," Morgana's voice squeezed out the phrase, and his muddy hand replaced the dagger, scaly fingers latching around her throat.
"What?" The Dark One hissed, pushing her deeper into the drapery. He had her pressed against the walls of his castle, squeezing the life out of her. Her legs wriggled. Her frame flailing like a fish, his crocodile claws nailing her to the hard oak.
She knew eventually he'd try to kill her in this castle. Morgana thought he would prefer flinging her into the glass cabinet, one of the shards slicing her through, or impaled her on the swords one of his hollow knights, which sat in the corner of the room. Past his shoulder, on the other side of the refractory table, she could still see their silver armour.
No, that was far too easy. She should've known he'd want to make it personal. She'd come into his home, intruded. It needed to be like this. Intimate. Dying at his hands. Surrendering to his touch.
In this position, their lips were only inches apart. She felt his breath touch her face, and the thought of kissing him flooded flooded her mind before she could stop it.
Unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Morgana managed to get a hand up, grabbing at his wrist. A sick tired laugh left her lips instead of a sob, and she said, with a coarse voice, "You are a coward."
He dropped her as soon as he heard the word, sending her to the floor. She fell with a thud against wooden floors.
Morgana groaned, catching her breath, before sweeping herself off her feet. She clutched her neck, feeling the curved line the wavy dagger had imprinted under her jaw. Her own blood smeared her fingers. She wiped them clean━red ruined the colour of her pastel frock.
She shook her hand, stepping away from him. Then, lunged herself forward, and sent a fist flying into his temple. He knocked backwards, into his chair at the end of the long table.
Then, he brought out a hand, sending her across the room, hitting the glass cabinets she dreamed of.
"You're a liar, too," Morgana grumbled, wincing at the glass scraping her knees. She held up her own hand, seizing his neck from across the room. He couldn't feel it much. She knew that. But, she raised her other hand, creating a wind that knocked the dagger out of his hands.
Morgana dropped him promptly, and raised a hand again, and the dagger materialised into her palm. A glint in his eye flickered when he saw the knife in her hands, his name seared into the shiny metal, in her grasp.
Rumplestiltskin appeared next to her, in a cloud of dark purple smoke. When the murky haze cleared, his hands lunged at her, grabbing for her wrists.
Morgana moved her hand, so the dagger barred her chest, setting a silver line between them. And, she stepped forward, and the Dark One stepped back, as she wished.
The look in his eyes held something else, next to the anger. And, it was not a look of darkness, or of Rumple The Man she never knew, but of the coward she'd accused of him of being.
Morgana didn't answer, just looked him in the eyes as they walked together, back to the wall where he'd tried to put an end to her moments ago. Now, he could see his.
Dirt-green eyes flickered to the dagger, where she brought it, so it lied under his chin━the same place he'd pressed it against hers.
"I'm not," Morgana whispered, leaning in, and their lips were inches apart once again. His lips brushed hers, and she stepped back, letting out a shaky breath. "I'm ending it."
Morgana slapped the dagger onto the middle his chest, giving it back to him with a thud. Then, she walked away from him.
At the table, she tugged at her finger, pulling off her ring. The silver band clattered onto the tabletop, its purple diamond battered and bloodied. She spat out more blood, onto his patterned rug, and turned to face him. He stayed stood in the corner, clutching his dagger.
"Goodbye, Dark One," Morgana muttered, before she disappeared in a cloud of pink.
