Once upon a time, in a tropical climate, far from the equator, Rumpelstiltskin and Goldie Locks met on a dating app. They had both moved there after some horrible incident in their home lands which they were both trying to avoid thinking about. The locals never really gave them much interest and didn’t really bother making them feel welcomed.
At the very same moment, they both had a similar idea. Perhaps they could find what they were looking for with another tourist and so they downloaded the app. Their’s was the first profile to pop on the other’s screen and they matched. it seemed almost destined, like it was being written by some divine force.
Rumpelstilskin was a bit unsure of his identity. He was an alchemist. That much he was sure of (and his gender for now) but what he really longed for was some Aryan looking goddess to validate his self worth and fall hopelessly in love with him.
Goldie Locks wanted a home and a family. As a child, she longed for it so much that she thought she could magically manifest it into being. She was wrong, that much she was sure of (for now). Her therapist had convinced her of this, after many iterations of the same advice, warning her from seeking shelter in the woods.
There first date was a true fairy tale and quickly Rumpelstilskin built a home of gold for them in the center of the city. They married the same day in the courtyard and became King and Queen of the land. Their dreams had come true. They found love in a hopeless place. But like most whirlwind romances, they didn’t spend enough time getting to know each other well enough and expected that for the first time the fates were working in their favour. How naive.
Goldie Locks spend most of her days inspecting her newly built home. At first this filled Rumpelstilskin with joy. He was a proud craftsman. But slowly, and with an accuracy that seemed implausible, she offered critique and Rumples (as Goldie Locks had decided was a more fitting name) was compelled to make amends.
And so for a decade, Rumples spent his days following Goldie Locks around obeying her commands while she refurbished the house. He soon tired and turned his attention to food. He didn’t know she was a foodie as well.
Goldie Locks, so obsessed with her dream home had no interest in sex. Eventually Rumples demanded a child. His manhood was being questioned consistently and he longed for a child who would love him instead.
Goldie, whose heart was usually locked, stiffened at the proposed invasion of her body. She had designed the house for a child, but hoped instead to be treated like a child, with everything catered just right to her.
“No this idea was too too bad,” she thought but could not find the words to explain it to Rump which she started calling him after his demand for a child.
Rump, still in love, was willing to cut a deal, find a way to make it all work. They had never discussed their pasts in proper detail, but perhaps there was some reason she did not want to have a child that she was struggling to talk to him about. Secretly, he stalked her profiles until he found some clues about where she grew up. That night he told her about his concerns for her and asked to meet her parents.
The walls of Goldie’s heart started to crack and her locks were about to stop working.
Goldie was an albino. And she knew that Rump would not love her if he knew. For perhaps his child would be a shade of brownish black that he could not bare to accept.