#gqweek2017

Summary:  The Evil Queen sends Rumpelstiltskin a very personal gift. Hopefully, he appreciates just how much of herself she put into it. Set the morning after the events of I'll Be Your Mirror (6X08). Written as part of Golden Queen Week 2017, day one, prompt one: Golden Queen + Object. Inspired by Disturbed's Want.

Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Evil Queen (6a)

Warnings: None

Rumpelstiltskin stared unblinkingly at the wooden box that rested on the shop counter next to the cash register. It had not been there when he'd closed the night before. Shortly after waking, he had felt a disturbance in the wards he'd set on the pawnshop and had teleported directly inside to catch the culprit, only to find the building empty. The fact that someone had slipped inside and placed an item in his shop made him uneasy. It was with slow caution that he approached the counter, eyes trained on the object and wondering what it could contain. The chest was approximately a foot long and seven inches high by seven inches deep and made from a rich, ebony wood. He ran his hand over the box, trying to detect anything sinister, and while there was magic emanating from it, it didn't appear to be anything too foul. Peering down at the lid, he discovered it was covered in intricate carvings. As he inspected the images, a chuckle tumbled out, no doubt remaining as to who the gift-giver was.

He let his fingertips graze over the carvings of men and women, nude and engaged in various sex acts in different combinations. The pawnbroker considered the contents would be a different type of nasty than he had been expecting. Flipping up the small, center latch, he raised the lid to find the chest lined with a sumptuous, gold silk. Nestled in the soft material was a stylized phallus made of the same ebony as its container. Smirking at the evil queen's audacity, he lifted the dildo from the chest, turning it over in his hands to inspect it. It was most definitely shaped as a cock, complete with flared head and widened base which was carved to resemble a full mouth that looked suspiciously familiar. Closer inspection revealed it to be hollow with a small hole in the tip. The glans was carved with five, beaded spirals that wound from the aperture in the end, down the shaft in pronounced ridges that increased in prominence as they neared the base.

Curiosity won out, and he carefully slid a finger inside the phallus, surprised not to encounter smooth wood but a cushion of warm magic. Bringing the object closer, he examined the interior to find a dark, undulating, purple film thickly coating the ebony. Smoothing his finger over the odd substance, he was startled to find the texture slightly rough but exceptionally lush, almost like velvet. Another tentative caress later, and Rumpelstiltskin laughed out loud when the surface grew warmer and faintly moist. His student had certainly outdone herself this time. After a moment's deliberation, he ambled into the back of the shop, intrigued and wanting to test out his new present.

Hey fellow Golden Queen shipmates! mrsreginagold here.  I am proud to announce that, after some discussion with heddagab on the subject, there will be a Golden Queen Week this year.

What is Golden Queen week? In the simplest terms it will be a week to celebrate the relationship between Rumpelstiltskin and Regina. This can encompass all aspects of their dynamic, from friendship to romance to their rivalry; essentially, whatever strikes your fancy.

 So here’s the break down…

 WHEN: Golden Queen week will be held from September 11-17th. That’s seven days dedicated to this ship.

WHY: Because Golden Queen deserves attention, love and some much needed material.

WHAT: There is really no limit to what fans of the ship can provide. It can be fic, graphics, art, fanvideos (yes this can include crack vids), playlists. The sky’s the limit.

RESTRICTIONS: There are none, however I do ask, as fan of the romantic aspect of Golden Queen that even if you don’t particularly *like* that part of their relationship, please, PLEASE be respectful of it. When Golden Queen became canon (albeit briefly) in season 6, it was met with an unfortunately high amount of hatred  and disgust from the fandom. So respect for the shippers (especially those of us who have been here a very long time) is crucial. This is quite simply the only rule I will ever enforce on this community.

 All right, that’s the basics. Now for the fun part. The ask box is open and shall remain so for prompts, ideas, and requests up to the week before Golden Queen Week starts. These can be specific (for example: “Rumpel and Regina attend a carnival”), or more vague (i.e. : prompting a color). You can also prompt songs that remind you of the ship. NSFW ideas are acceptable but I would personally like a wide variety of things as there was a Golden Queen smut week earlier this year. Also: PROMPT ALL THE FLUFF. I live for fluff ;)

 I hope to see lots of fun stuff for this ship in September, and I’ll be posting a schedule and what tags to place everything under the Sunday before the event begins.

 Keep Calm and Golden Queen On!

~So Lost in This~

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Golden Queen (Rumpelstiltskin x Regina)

Music: Between Wind and Water by HAEL (pitched)

No Copyright Infringement Intended

 * Made for Golden Queen Week: GQ + Creator's Choice

Fandom:  Once Upon a Time 

Characters:  Regina Mills/Evil Queen, Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold, mentioned:  King Leopold

Pairings:   Regina Mills/Rumplestiltskin 

Length:  300 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:   prompt #1 (day 1) “ golden queen + an object ”

If she had learned anything from her teacher it was that madness kept people at a distance.  And while Regina wasn’t afraid of his scaly gold skin and eccentric mood swings, everyone else knew better than to become too comfortable around the Dark One.

Leopold used to gift her with any number of jewel adorned heavy dresses that bordered on ugly and childlike.  They made her feel clumsy and like a china doll from the eastern kingdom traders in the marketplace, like everyone was staring at her. (They were.)

Rumpelstiltskin did none of that.  He ignored her during their lessons, was dismissive of her achievements most of the time, prompted her to expand everything she thought she knew about the world.  Whether the comfort of feeling guided by a strong hand reminded her of Mother.  (While Cora’s hands were suffocating, Rumple’s only squeezed gently around her neck, reminding her who was the perceived higher power of their complicated duo.)

He only offered her knowledge.  Spells and curses and ways to protect herself from everyone around her.

And she loved him for it.

So, when she felt so fragile and weightless, like a simple breeze would make her float away, she anchored herself to the ground with layers of intricate fabrics, heavy diamonds corsets, and scandalous cuts. (Her own type of madness.)  Her own suit of armor against the world that never seemed to leave her.

Summary:  Rumpelstiltskin pays a visit to the Evil Queen after her plan to win over Henry fails. Set after the events of I'll Be Your Mirror (6X08). Written as part of Golden Queen Week 2017, day five, prompt two: "Back so soon?"

A Golden Queen story

The queen had waited a bit to return to the vault, wanting to ensure her solitude would not be interrupted. She was reorganizing the various cases of ingredients when she heard the faint scuff of footsteps behind her. Scowling at the thought that her lesser half or the savior had come back to chastise her for trying to manipulate Henry, she kept her focus on the small boxes before her, acerbically questioning, "Back so soon?" She truly didn't feel like dealing with either of the do-gooders, at the moment, still crushed by her son's rejection. And if it happened to be that scruffy pirate, she would gleefully string him up for attempting to threaten her, pathetic as it had been.

"Doing some inventorying, I see," a raspy voice intoned from the stairwell. Rumpelstiltskin's eyes crinkled at the corners in mirth as she whirled around, skirts flaring about her in her haste. "Expecting someone else?" he asked, brows raising slightly. "Henry, perhaps?" he hedged, stepping further into the room.

Eyes narrowing in irritation, she tilted her chin up a fraction and replied haughtily, "Not that it's any of your business, but no. I don't expect my son will be paying me any visits in the near future." Her suspicious gaze followed him as he rounded the chamber slowly, occasionally picking up an item to inspect, only to put it back before continuing his circuit. His path would eventually lead him to her, and she couldn't help but wonder what he wanted.

He admitted off-handedly, "I can't say I'm surprised your plan fell through, Your Majesty. The boy is too intelligent to fall for such blatant machinations." It was as much a compliment as an insult. She had, after all, been the one to foster his reasoning skills, taught him to question everything. The imp smirked faintly as he drew nearer to his former student, noting the tension in her posture, always ready for a fight. "You have only yourself to blame," he added, enjoying the flash of ire in her dark irises.

Summary:  An interlude between the Dark One and the Evil Queen testing the student's skills. Set during season 6a. Written as part of Golden Queen Week 2017, day one, prompt two: "That's beyond your skill level." Inspired by Marilyn Manson's Devour.

Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin/Evil Queen (6a)

Warnings: Blood Kink, Bondage, Rough Sex, PWP

"That's beyond your skill level, Dearie," he said, tone carrying a kind of quietly malicious taunting.

It wasn't much, but it was enough. She turned to face him, a slow, graceful pivot on her platform heels that put her an inch or so taller than him. A long hand poised in midair, paused in its delicate maneuvering of ingredients into the flask. Meticulously, she tipped her hand, counting silently in her head before cutting off the stream of damiana tincture, gaze never leaving her teacher's. Her motions careful, she placed the bottle back on the counter and extended her left hand into a large, glass canister, extracting a pinch of ground cubeb berries, rubbing her fingers together to let some of it fall back with the rest. Eyes still locked on the imp, she dropped the final ingredient into the potion, giving the liquid a stir with the glass rod.

The evil queen placed the stirring rod on the worktop and lifted the flask, bringing it forward to hover in the air between them, the faint scent of vanilla bean wafting to her. The potion inside was a deep red, darker than blood, richer even than the velvet of her sleek dress. "I'd say that looks perfect," she commented lightly, noting the intense color in her peripheral vision. "Care to check my work, Teacher?" she queried sweetly, expression full of challenge. Her head tilted just so, dark eyes observing him with an eerie, predacious stare that bore into him, past the layers of decorum offered by the expensive suit, under the deep tan of his skin and the false face to the glittering scales and cruel mockery hidden behind the ever-present disguise.

He remained unmoving, observing his former student hold up the proof of her prowess. Either she had improved without his knowledge, or this incarnation was simply the better sorceress of the two halves. Rumpelstiltskin let his eyes travel from her hair, pulled into a simple twist for a change, all the way down to her feet, lingering a bit over the expanse of black lace that teased glimpses of her bosom. "Why don't you test it yourself, or are you not confident in your abilities?" he countered smoothly, not yet willing to concede he might have been wrong but oh so curious as to just how well executed the potion was.