Allo lovelies! So Regina Mills is my favorite... but a stubborn Regina is even better! Therefore I give you this snippet of Outlaw Queen fluff before we head into some heartbreaking and angsty one shots! Much much love! As well, I think I must have been hungry when writing this (; If you have a OQ one shot idea that's burning in your heart, leave it in the comments!

prompt: Regina being stubborn and Robin fixes that

She was starving.

The Queen hadn't eaten all day. She knew that she was being childish starving herself but her stubbornness had gotten the best of her. She wouldn't go down to the dining halls. Not after the thief had made a fool of her. What had he said? Ah, yes. That he would bet that a kiss from her lips tasted sweeter than any of the pies presented to him and his men. They had protected the castle yet again from her apparent sister's flying monkeys and there had been a dinner held in there honor. It was said to be Snow's idea, because she couldn't have the band of outlaws knowing that she had ordered it for them. Well for him, there fearless leader.

But she had immediately regretted her hospitality when he had said that. He had made a fool of her. Talking about her like that to his men, embarrassing her in front of the whole castle. He had been sat at the furthest opposite end of the grand table from her, on purpose, but she had still heard it. And it wasn't just because she had been so focused on straining to hear him that she had caught it. She was sure everyone in the room had heard it when she felt all eyes snap to her watching for her reaction. Her cheeks lit with flames of embarrassment as she looked up catching the outlaws eyes. They were on her, cutting through the distance between them, staring straight through her.

She had never stood so quickly in her life, not even excusing herself, making her way down to her chambers. She hadn't gone back to the dining halls since.

And that had been two nights prior.

She was fucking starving.

The Queen rounded the corner that took her down to the kitchens, a place she hadn't been sense she had lived in the castle as King Leopold's wife. She had snuck down there many times after lonely nights. She found the smell of warm bread baking soothing. That was where she had learned to bake her famous turnovers. Where she had first unlocked the secret talents of red pepper flakes. It was her safe place as the King would never dare been seen fraternizing with the help.

She could see her old sitting place, her stool that she had stolen from her chambers still sitting in the corner by the pantries. The smell of freshly baked apple pie sent her stomach into a fit of growls. She smiled at the familiar scent... Until she heard a familiar voice.

The outlaw.

Damn him for finding her only safe place and tarnishing it! Regina opened her eyes, peering around the corner behind which she stood. She could just barely make the green clad man out. He was stood next to the fires, talking to the cooks, holding something in his hands.

"Yes, whatever you can make that I can easily take upstairs."

"You're walking a thin line Sir," the cook that Regina recognized but could not name said, pouring what looked like a brothy soup into the cup in his hands. "The Queen is not easily won over."

"I'm not trying to win her over Bethilda," he spoke, "I just don't want her to go hungry because of me. And I know her Majesty is too stubborn to admit when she needs help, so if she wont come down to eat, I'll bring food to her."

"And maybe gain some good will," he finished, winking at the larger woman making her laugh.

"You walk a thin line Sir, like I said. But you have a good heart Robin. I only hope her Majesty can see that."

Regina froze in her hiding spot. He was bringing food for her? To her? She might have misjudged the outlaw. Maybe he did mean well. If she would have waited, and he had brought the food to her door before she had made her way down she might have kissed him right there considering the effect her rumbling stomach was having on her self control. Wait, what?

"I hope so too."

The outlaw turned, grabbing silver wear and capping the steaming broth.

Regina immediately backed up, poofing herself up too her chambers.

Maybe she would let the outlaw do just that. Maybe she would let him gain some good will just this once.

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