𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑳𝒀 - Rumplestiltskin [2]

forty four

44|BACKGROUND CAST

"Elsa?" Celeste rushed into the police station, spotting the two blonde woman talking. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"What?" Elsa cut her off from her apologetic rambling.

"I've been keeping a secret." She sighed, suddenly feeling guilty. "I know your sister, Anna. She helped me once years ago. Something went wrong and I failed her. She was captured by the Snow Queen."

"What? Where did this happen? When?" The blonde woman repeatedly questioned her, her voice becoming hostile.

"Arendelle." Celeste answered, becoming flustered as the angry woman pounded her with questions. "It was a long time ago and I have no idea where she is now. I have spent years thinking she is dead."

"What?"

"She is alive." She reassured the worried sister. "I can feel it. But we have a more pressing matter. The Snow Queen has a mirror, imbued with terrible magic that can do terrible things."

"A mirror? Easy enough." Hook scoffed at her statement. "Let's just go smash it."

"It's not that simple." She cut him off, beginning to pace with stress. "Rumpel informed me of how it is part of some horrendous spell. The Spell of Shattered Sight. If she casts it, its magic will turn everyone against each other in Storybrooke."

"Bloody hell, the entire town will destroy itself." The pirate whistled lowly when he heard the severity of the mirror.

"And there would be no one left."

"Except us." Emma spoke up, turning to look at Elsa who had remained silent.

"Please elaborate." Celeste raised a brow at her friend.

"Because of this." She gestured down to a family tree.

"She wants it to be just the three of us." Elsa explained quietly, staring down at the family tree.

"Her perfect family."

"Whoopi-fucking-do." Celeste exhaled sharply, stopping in her tracks to glance over the family tree.

~•~

Celeste sighed loudly, reading over the same page for the past hour. Her hair was tied back messily, a halo of baby hair making Rumpel chuckle at the sight. She seemed godly.

"Love?" He called out her name, a short hum as his reply. "What is bothering you? Morning sickness?"

"The potion have been helping." She mumbled, finally turning the page with no memory of the last. "You ever think about how much easier life was cursed?"

"What?"

"I miss when life was simple." Celeste finally glanced up at him. "When I had a job at the hospital, lived with my two best friends, was dating the most amazing man in all of Storybrooke and drank so much coffee."

"Cel." Rumpel breathed out, not knowing what to say. "You had no memories, were forced to live a simple life against your own will."

"But I was included." She cried, tears gathering in her eyes. "I use to be part of the team, like a secondary character rather than the background cast."

"Life changes." He pulled her in, her head rested against his stomach as he pulled her hair out the bun and stroked his fingers through it. "Ms. Blanchard has a baby, Ms. Swan is being the saviour. You are a wife, a mother, a doctor, a librarian, a sorceress. You are the most important person in my life."

"I'm sorry." Celeste apologised, crying into his shirt. "I'm a hormonal mess."

"I know." He chuckled, lifting her head as he looked down at her. "But you're a beautiful mess."

"I need sleep but I have so much work to do." She sighed, smiling up at him and pursing her lips. "But I want a kiss and cuddle first."

"Yes, my queen." Rumpel placed his hands on her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on the desk. The books fell around them, an annoyed groan leaving her lips before he silenced them.

"Rumpel, all my work." She complained but her eyes rolled back as he moved his lips down her neck. "That's helpful."

"I have magic that can pick it all up and find your page." He smirked against her skin before wrapping his arms around her. "And now you can sleep."

"You are too amazing." Celeste kissed his lips gently. "But I need to work."

"You need to rest before you drown in stress." He sighed at her defiant look, knowing she was overworking herself so she was still included. "I can see it in your eyes."

"You lie."

"Your eyes never lie."