A/N: Hello there, readers! So, this is a prompt collection, and for it to work, I'll need...prompts. So leave any that come to mind as a review or PM me, I'm open to all challenges. ;)


Prompt: Regina breaks down and Robin comforts her


She had chosen the worst time ever to break down.

In the middle of the park, watching Henry play and laugh on the other side of the pond...with Emma.

And that was the cherry of top of her hell cake.

Tears began streaming down her face even before she started sobbing.

No, it wasn't the right moment.

So she put her hand to her mouth, trying to muffle any sound that came out of it, trying, and failing, to stop crying like a pregnant woman.


"Your Majesty? Regina?"

Oh no, that was just not happening. No, the outlaw, the man with the lion tattoo, had not found her crying like a baby almost in public.

No, he hadn't.

Except he had, if his concerned figure entering her sight was any clue.

"What's wrong?"

She managed to croak "Get away, thief, I don't need you."

He sighed, and sat down next to her. Seriously? Couldn't he take a hint?

He remained there, silent, merely a presence next to her, and she continued to sob, unable to stop, unable to stop even with that man next to her.


And then the sobs receded, the tears being the only trace of her sorrow to be visible.

Her gaze turned to him, but he wasn't looking at her, merely looking around the park as any other person would do.

She was angrier than ever by the mere sight of him. How dare he stay in her company when she ordered him to go?

"I said 'leave'."

He didn't even look at her. "You said that quite a while ago. And yet I'm still here."

"I realise that. And I don't want you here."

"It's not a question of want, Regina." His blue gaze turned to her. "It's a question of need."

"Need?" She chuckled darkly. "I don't need you!"

"Perhaps not me in particular. But a person who understands your loss and wishes to help. I'm sorry if I'm the only one around."

She huffed, trying to wipe her tears away and noticing the black streaks of her make-up on her hands. "How would you understand my loss? Your son's at your side."

"Aye, my son. But not my wife."

And that sole sentence, that sole statement made Regina's mind go back to the tattoo, and the life she ruined by running away.

And she started crying again.

Except this time, she wouldn't let him see.


When she made to leave, she was dimly aware of the man standing right after her, but painfully aware of the hand that shot to hers to stop her.

Even more painfully aware of the way he pulled her back to him and hugged her in his arms. Strongly. Not caring if she would push him away or turn him into a frog.

And for once in her life, for this once...Regina let go.

And let the man with the lion tattoo comfort her.

Convincing herself it'd be the first and last time.