This is for ImaOncer, who requested an outlaw queen wedding. I tried, I really did. But Robin's character is so bland and basic that it was so hard to do any scene with him. Don't get my wrong, I enjoy outlawqueen, but the writers never took the time to develop his character so I just...have no clue how to write him. sorry:(. This just came out of me so... I hope you enjoy this word vomit!
(and I was way too tired to deal with all the time stamps and shit, so this is basically after season three but like the whole Marian/Zelena thing never happened and Regina and Robin have been together for awhile and Rumbelle is married and happy and shit so yeah...enjoy!)
Regina's been married before, Regina's attended weddings before, Regina's been in weddings before. So why did she feel like she was about to shit her pants? Well, dress technically, but whatever.
"Oh my God," A voice from the doorway sucks in a lengthy breath. "Regina, you look stunning."
That...pulls at her chest in a weird, fluttery way. It makes her smile and turn, laying her hands out in front of her to gesture to her dress. "I suppose."
"You look like a bride," Snow tells her, taking her hands in her own, and bending her knees excitedly. "And you look amazing."
"You do," David agrees beside her, bowing with a charming smile. "And you are. A bride, I mean."
"I'm sure she got it, honey." Snow pats her husband's chest affectionately. "Robin's a lucky guy."
Snow's eyebrows shoot up and wiggle suggestively, and David looks mortified as his pupils dilate. Regina is right there with him, face turning beet red.
"And that's my cue," David salutes her awkwardly, then turns and darts for the door.
Snow giggles. "He's such a prude!"
"Or maybe you just don't have a filter?" Regina suggests, clearing her throat. She eyes Snow accusingly.
"Pshh," Snow waves a hand, not taking a hint. "Poor guy can barely say the word sex! It's like he's never -"
"Snow! Oh my God!"
"I'm sorry!" Snow's shaking her head. "People are so weird about this stuff - we all do it!"
"But don't talk about it!"
"Okay okay, I get the hint!' Snow skips over to the tiara on the chair.
"No, I really don't think you do...:" Regina sighs, but quiets as Snow goes on the tips of her toes to secure the tiara on her head. "Aagghh, do I have to wear this thing?"
"Yes." Snow doesn't take a breath before her answer. "Come on, it looks so pretty on you! It fits your head perfectly, like it was meant for you."
Regina sometimes forgets how cheesy Snow is, but smiles when she looks in the mirror. It does look perfect with the dress…
The dress reaches the tops of her knees, suctioned to her body like a second skin. The long sleeves to her shoulders are a pretty, white lace, with small swirls spread out. It's simple, elegant, but stunning on her all the same. Even Regina has to admit that it's the perfect dress. She's paired it with skinny, white stilettos, and of course, the small tiara.
"And Robin?" Regina offers, voice dropping as her arms flopped at their sides.
"I'm sure he'll like it, too." Snow assures.
"That's not what I meant."
Snow's hands stop fiddling with the headpiece, lowering it slowly. "And what did you mean, then?"
Regina isn't all too sure herself, if she's honest. Her brain is lacking it's usual sharpness, and her body feels like the humanized version of sprite, prickly and buzzing. Her arms feel heavy as she hugs herself.
"He has a kid."
"You have a kid."
It's chiding and teasing, but her stomach still seems to want to digest itself.
"It's different. He was married." Regina refutes.
"You were also married." Snow reminds her, dancing over to the vanity table. She waves a hand, and Regina follows her and plops onto the chair.
She turns her head and shoots Snow a look. "That was also different."
"Yes, you sent an assassin after him."
"I was young," Regina defends with a grimace. "It wasn't right, I know and can acknowledge that, but...I was torn."
Snow shrugs, like the words don't affect her. "You don't have to defend yourself, Regina, you know I've long forgiven you for that."
"And I still don't know how," Regina breathes. "What I did was...unimaginable."
"I mean, I kinda got you back for it…" Snow unclips Regina's messy hairdo and grabs a brush. "I did kill your mother."
That makes Regina snort a little. "Please, I sent a love-sick genie to poison your father - you simply blew out a candle."
"But the end result was the same, wasn't it?" Tapping Regina's neck, Snow makes her tilt her head forward and begins to brush, grabbing some bobby pins to hold between her lips. "Both died, I'd say we're even now. Wouldn't you?"
Regina shakes her head. "No, I owe you far more. But...I have the rest of this lifetime to make it up to you."
Snow stills Regina's head with a snort. "Then start by keeping your head still."
~page break~
A knock sounds from the other side of the door, making Regina's heart jump to her throat.
"She's decent!" Calls Snow. "But if you're Robin, I swear I'll shoot an arrow into your heart…"
"Now, dearie," A smooth voice answers as the door slides open. "You've already been the cause of one finance's death, let's not make the same mistake twice."
"Gold!" Probably thinking it was her husband, Snow threw a hand to her chest. "Ah, well, fair enough."
Gold chuckled and glides over to a chair, taking a seat. "How are we managing, ladies?"
"Excellent!" Snow chirps, doing a little dance as she powders Regina's nose one last time. "Look at her, oh my, I need pictures."
While Snow busies herself, Regina glares at Gold. "You're late."
"Am I?" Gold trills, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "It seems to me, I'm just on time."
"It's 2:50." She bites.
"It is." He agrees, cheeky smile and all.
"You were supposed to be here at 2:30."
"Was I?"
"Rumplestiltskin."
This time, Gold's laugh is more keen to a giggle. "If you must know, Regina, Prince Charming stopped me at the door. Something about a 'pep talk'. Tell me, dear, is someone having second thoughts?"
Regina harrumphs, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. "No, I -"
"'Cause if you are," Gold hums. "I'm sure I could muster something up...ya know."
He waves a hand as Regina tried to kick him. "Gold!"
"And," Gold pipes. "With our magic combined, I'm sure we could get you out of this...like old times, hmm?"
This time, Regina tears a heel of her foot and chucks it at him. With precision a normal being shouldn't hold, Gold catches it with ease. His grin is maddening.
"I'm only joking, Regina." He assures, his twinkling smile oddly comfortingly. She really needs more friends.
Closing her eyes to take a breath, she hears the chair scoot closer.
"Jesus, Regina." Gold fingers somehow make it to her chin, lifting it to eye level. "I really was joking."
"I know," She breathes. It all feels a little too real with him here, suit buttoned up and ready. "It's just...a lot, I guess."
"For the Evil Queen?" He questions, not sounding convinced. "You cursed an entire realm, surely saying a few vows shouldn't rattle you too much."
"It's different. I'm different."
"I know, which is why this will work."
"Villains -"
"- don't get happy endings, I know. " His cool tone annoys her. "But you're not a villain anymore, you've proved that to everyone. Don't hold onto things that don't apply to you anymore. If you never let go of your past -"
"- you'll never find your future." This time, she interrupts him. "I'm trying. Doesn't mean it's easy. Don't tell me you were all fine and dandy on your wedding day."
"Which one?" Gold teases, but shakes his head. "No, I definitely was not 'fine and dandy', as you put it. I was an absolute mess, worse than you, as I'll humbly admit."
Regina gives him a "see?" look, and Gold rolls his eyes. "But you're different than I am, Regina. For one, you're far from the coward I am. And the town is on your side. Half of them planned this damn party...you've earned the acceptance of the people. There's nothing else for you to prove. If I can have my happy ending, then so can you."
"Now," Standing and bowing, Gold offers her the dainty heel. "Let's get you married."
~page break~
As soon as the traditional wedding song began to play - by Granny, who else - Regina found herself relaxing as Gold offered her his arm.
Truth be told, when Regina had come to his shop that day - hands twitching with her new ring as she muttered her wish for him to walk her down the aisle - he'd almost laughed. It sounded ridiculous, given their rivalry beforehand. Plus, given his own status in the town, he doubted anyone would want him there. Sure, Belle charmed all of them with her caring personality, but not even her cheery smile could make them all tolerate him. No, that was simply out of his sweet Belle's hands, no matter how hard she tried.
"Please don't make me ask Charming," She had begged, twisting the ring on her finger. "I'd rather tear out my own heart."
"I've heard that's quite unpleasant." He'd said snidely, but shook his head. "You know that would cause more trouble than it's worth. More than half the town would reject that idea."
"Well, it isn't their wedding. They can deal with it."
He remembers rolling his eyes, actually pitying the poor girl. Her father was dead, after all. But even he knew his presence would cause an uproar. And no matter their history, not even he would be so cruel as to ruin the happiest day of her life.
"Gold," Her voice was watery, so she had cleared it. "Rumple. I'm begging you. Please."
And like the soft man he really was underneath the glittered skin, he had caved and nodded. The shy smile afterward had him congratulating her on the small diamond on her hand.
And yes, he was right. The people were looking at him like he just might burst into flames. Granny, for one, looked ready to burst into flames herself when she saw him walk in with the bride. One look shot her direction and she simmered down. But the looks were worth it; Regina was beaming as they reached the stand. She had squeezed his hand before she took her place next to Robin, while he quickly retreated to the back row.
The vows were painfully emotional, and his Belle had cried her eyes out as she squeezed his knee with one hand and blew her nose with the other. The kiss had everyone up on their feet and cheering, even Gold clapped a bit. As they ran down the aisle, hand in hand, Gold was glad he had agreed to her proposal. She was happy on her special day, that was all that mattered.
"That was beautiful." Belle smiles. "Just like ours. Remember?"
"Please, I'm not that old." He acts offended.
"You're over 300 years old!" She points out.
"And don't look a day over 50." He winks, and his little Belle snorts.
~page breaks~
The food, expectedly, made everyone's taste buds dance in their mouth.
"Gold!" Heels off and hair just a little messy, Regina pops out of nowhere at Gold's table.
"Enjoying yourself, dearie?" He asks, eyeing the champagne glass in her hands. She giggles, but nods. It's weird seeing Regina tipsy, who knew the queen could be so giggly despite her stick-up-the-ass nature?
"Come on, you have to dance with me." She tugs at his sleeve.
"Why on earth would I dance with you?" He questions, lightly pulling her hands from his arm. "Regina, dear, you have a husband."
She exasperates loudly. "Yes, but the husband and bride dance after. Please? It's tradition."
Oh. The father-daughter dance. Ouch. Gold winces at that, and swallows awkwardly. "Regina...I've already walked you down the aisle."
"Have you seen Charming dance?" Regina wines, then clasps her hands together. "Please. Just one dance? It'll be quick."
"I don't dance."
Regina snorts so loudly, the table next to them eyes them wearily. "That is not what Belle said."
Shooting Belle a betrayed look - to which she just smiles cheekily, figures - Gold sighs. "Why did I agree to this?"
"Because I'm your only friend?" Regina suggests snootily, but smiles anyway.
Standing up, Gold expertly takes the glass in Regina's hand and safely sets it down on the table. "Alright then, let's get this over with."
Grabbing his hand like the tipsy bride she is, Regina pulls Gold onto the dance floor as someone - Grumpy? - announces their presence. Immediately, everyone's eyes fall to him. Great.
"This is a really bad idea." Gold singsongs, sliding his hands to Regina's waist. Her arms wrap around his neck.
"Oh, shush. I'm the bride, I decide what flows."
When the whispers break out, Gold looks at her. "This doesn't look like it's flowing."
"Then don't look." She suggests, just as the music starts.
It's a slow song - duh - one Belle loves to sing and sway to as she desperately tries to cook, and somehow, the familiarity is comforting. With that, Gold gently begins to sway with Regina's rhythm.
"Pssh," Regina lifts an eyebrow at him. "You can do better than that."
And so he does. Ignoring the stares and the whispers, he dances with her. He spins and turns her, making her laugh as they weave through the dance floor. He even dips her a few times, making the crowd cheer with clear surprise. When the dance comes to an end and they're swaying to the remaining notes of the song, Regina squeezes his shoulder.
"Thank you," She goes in for an awkward hug as she clears her throat. "I mean it."
He hugs her back, patting her shoulder comfortingly. "Of course."
"Looks like I have competition," Robin comes up behind Reginar with a grin.
"She's all yours, dearie." Gold salutes them, and is quick on his feet to get off the stage, watching as the happy couple begin to sway to another song.
"Well, that was awfully sweet of you." Belle greets him as he gets back. "Someone decided to show off."
"Someone," Gold corrects. "Decided to brag about my dancing abilities. I had to give what they expected."
Walking towards the door, whispers tickled their ears.
"I didn't know he could dance like that!"
"Holy Hell, the dark one can dance!"
"How did he learn to dance like that? Why don't you dance like that?"
"For a guy his age, that man can dance!"
Belle giggles as they exit the room, hanging onto her husband. "I can guarantee you no one expected that."
"Oh, dear...no one will ever let me live this down." He moans.
"Maybe you could open up dance lessons!" Belle offers, trying her best not to laugh harder than she already is. "Rumplestiltskin's Dance Lessons: it's all about the leather pants!"
Gold howls with laughter. "Now that is an idea."
Wheezing as they stumble to their house, Belle leans her head on him.
"She's as happy as can be." Belle smiles. "Finally."
Gold smiles as he faintly hears the wedding grow quieter and quieter.
"Yes, she most definitely is."
For anyone wondering, this was the inspiration for Regina;s dress. I know it's not flowy or long, but it caught my eye and felt much more Regina-like in my opinion than a flowly wedding gown, ya know?
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(Also...y'all remember that episode where the curse like didn't work and it was Emma bday and stuff? And they were all in the enchanted forest? And like Neal was dead and all? Um? Plot hole, OUAT, if the curse didn't work...Emma would have never met Neal because he was in the real world...idk, this just messed me up a little bit ago, so I thought I would share. Anyway, yes, I am still working on Morality. No, I haven't given up on it...it's just whatever I write doesn't sound the way I want it to, but I'm working on it! Any prompt request would be helpful to helpo get my fingers typing, so let me know please!)