I own no one but my own people

"I have to go," Regina breathed as Facilier kissed her porcelain colored neck, leaving marks on her skin and declaring to the world that she was his. "The Friday night rush-."

"Can wait," he told her, his smooth velvet voice crooned against her skin.

He had her pressed up against the wall of her bars basement, his hands mauling her ass through her tight jeans as his mouth attacked every inch of skin that wasn't covered by clothes.

"It can't," she argued, allowing herself the enjoyment of his lips on her skin a moment longer before she forced herself to pull away with a soft moan as she watched him bite his lip and his eyes tracked over her curvaceous body.

"One day," he told her with a voice that could have had her begging him to take her anywhere he desired, "you will be the death of me, My Queen."

To Facilier, Regina was 'My Queen.' A reminder of how powerful she once was, how sensual, how regal… Everything he had loved about her.

To Robin she had been 'M'lady.' A term of respect and honor. Never 'your majesty' which had been reserved for royalty, but an equally respectable title for a woman deserving of honor.

He hadn't seen her as the Evil Queen, even in their first meeting; she had always been Regina to him.

Regina smirked as she kissed him again, relishing in the sharp hiss she brought forth when she bit his bottom lip.

"You evil little devil," he breathed, pulling her flush against her body. "You're going to pay for that tonight."

"I look forward to it," she said with a sly grin before she turned and walked back up to the bar, moving her hips in such a way she knew he had to be glued to her.

Regina caught her reflection in one of the mirrored decorations on the wall and she, forgive the pun, reflected on just how much this curse had changed her.

When she was a child, her mother forced Regina's hair into soft waves, making sure that no one saw her natural 'unruly peasant looking curls' as Cora had dubbed them.

"You want to be treated with respect don't you, Regina?" her mother would ask as she magicked her daughter's hair straight. "If you want respect, you have to look the part."

Then when she learned magic of her own, she had forgone the innocent childlike plait she so often wore in her youth and did the most intricate and lavish styles she could come up with. She didn't want respect as the Evil Queen, she wanted to be feared.

In Storybrooke she has styled her hair after what she learned was "respectful" in this realm, always smooth and sleek with the smallest hint of curl at the edges, dressed in this realms version of what their royalty would wear; sleek stylish pantsuits, tight feminine dresses, pencil skirts and blouses…

But as Roni; she didn't care about being respected or feared. She was a free spirit who wore tank tops with band logos on them, tight fitting jeans, animal print belts and jackets… But the best of all was she had let her curls be wild and free.

She sighed contently as she joined Robyn, or Margot as she was known in this world, behind the bar and immediately jumped in to help with the rush of drink orders.

It was nearing three AM by the time Robyn was done sweeping up and Regina had finished counting out tonight's take.

"I think we should add a karaoke night," Robyn said as she put the broom back in the supply closet.

Regina chuckled as she shook her head as she split the tips between herself and Robyn. "No."

"Oh come on, Roni, it could be fun."

"And have my bar turned into some place where drunk college students belt out Journey and Britney Spears all night? No."

Robyn shrugged as she sat down at the bar, offering thanks as Roni poured her a glass of whiskey and pushed that as well as her tips for the night towards her.

"You and Tilly doing anything fun tomorrow?" asked Regina knowing it was her nieces day off.

"I want to but I have like no ideas."

A slow smile appeared on Regina's face as the crosses arrows on her wall caught her eye.

"Take her target shooting."

"... Target shooting? Like with a gun? After she shot Weaver, I don't think-."

"No, not with a gun. Archery target shooting. There's a shop about three blocks down, the have a target range you can shoot at."

Robyn opened her mouth and closed it. "...Huh… that does sound kinda fun."

"It can be a very… intimate experience, teaching someone to shoot an arrow," she told her, her memory flashing with the memories of Robin pressed up against her, taking her hands in his as he perfected her stance, whispering what she needed to be doing in her ear.

More often than not their 'lessons' led to the bow and arrows discarded and the two of them magiced back in her bedroom.

"I've never shot an arrow before in my life, I wouldn't even know where to begin," Robyn laughed.

Another soft smile. "I think you'd be a natural at it, Margot."

"Oh yeah; I'd be a regular Robin Hood."

Regina's face fell as the name of her father unknowingly left her lips. It wasn't right that he didn't get to know his daughter, that she didn't get to experience the love he had for her.

He never even get to know her name.

Not wanting Robyn to notice the sudden shift in her behavior, Regina forced a smile back to her face before she took her nieces hands.

"You might end up being really good at it, you never know."

"Fine fine, I'll take Tilly bow shooting," she said with a roll of her eyes but a smile nonetheless to let her mother's oldest friend know she appreciated the idea.

"Good. Now come on, grab your stuff and let's get out of here."

As Regina and Robyn grabbed their purse, the front door opened and someone walked in.

"Sorry, Buddy, we're closed," Regina told the stranger without looking at him.

"Sorry, M'lady, I just saw the lights on and assumed you were open."

M'lady.

That voice. That thick accent. No… no, it couldn't be.

Regina whipped around, her eyes wide and stunned.

"Robin?" she breathed, holding herself up with the bar.

The man was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and brown work boots, a forest green jacket over a plain white T-shirt. He lowered the hood and Regina let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

It wasn't him. The man's eyes were a dark chocolate brown and even with his hair cropped short you could tell he had wildly curly hair, similar to hers and he was only a few years older than Robyn.

But that high forehead, those deep set dimples that were shown even when he wasn't smiling, that square jaw…

From the eyes down one could almost be forgiven for doing a second take.

"I just got finished moving into my apartment," he told the two ladies. "Thought I'd go out and celebrate."

"Well welcome to the Heights," Regina said with a smile as she poured him a whiskey and set out in front of the man. "I'm Roni, this is Margot."

The man lifted his glass and nodded towards the two women. "Pleasure to meet you Roni, Margot. I'm Richard Gisborne."

"Nice to meet you," Robyn said with a smile before she turned to Regina. "I'm gonna head out and I will see you Sunday."

"Sounds good." A quick kiss on the cheek. "Tell your mom I need her here a little earlier than normal tomorrow okay?"

"Got it. Bye, Roni."

Richard watched as Robyn walked out before he turned back to Regina. "Family owned business?"

"Kind of. Me and Kelly, Margot's mom, are like sisters," Regina said, feeling her heart break a little bit as she was forced to add the 'like'. "We bought this place together. I was actually in the hospital the day when Margot was born."

"Very close family then," he said with a smile as he took a drink of whiskey, and Regina felt her heart flutter as his dimples became even more prominent.

He looked so familiar.

"Very," she said with another smile.

Richard chuckled as he took another drink, finishing the glass of Whiskey. "Well, M'lady, I thank you for the drink. Hopefully I can come back soon when this establishment is actually open."

He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet but Regina shook her head. "First drink in the heights is on the house. Plus I already counted today's profits and I really am not in the mood to do so again."

"Thank you, Roni, I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Just don't think you're getting away with another freebie."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it."

She froze again, swearing up and down she saw the flash of a smirk on his face as he said that familiar a before it was gone.

Another round of thank you's and both Roni and Richard headed out into the night.

..

He hated her. More than anything else on this earth. Her, her sister, her niece… none of them deserved to be here, none of them deserved to walk this earth while his mother and father were dead. It was their fault he had grown up with no family.

He had wanted to take revenge on them as soon as he was old enough to realize just what the Mills family had done to him. He begged Little John to help him find a way back to this realm so he could avenge their leader and his wife but the older man had refused, swearing up and down that his father loved Robyn and Regina and he had been willing to give Zelena a second chance.

He wouldn't want his own son to hurt them or to be caught up in the thing that had ruined Reginas life; revenge.

But Roland of Locksley didn't care. They were the reason he had no parents, they are the reason he was an orphan. It didn't matter if Robyn was his sister and Regina had come close to being a second mother to him. They and Zelena had killed Robin Hood and Maid Marian.

And he was going to make them pay.

Roland abandoned the Merry Men the day after that conversation with John, armed only with his bed roll, a horse, a quiver of arrows and the bow that had belonged to Robin Hood himself.

It had taken years for him to find a portal. Shady deals, murder, more thievery then he could count but it finally happened. Roland got ahold of a magic bean.

He used it to find out where Drizella sent them; traveled through time and space until he landed in front of a pub called 'Roni's'.

He looked up at the sign, a fresh rage building inside him as he saw the two crossed arrows above the name. How DARE that witch use his symbol, how dare she honor him like that when she was the reason he was dead.

He wanted to burn the whole place to the ground.

Later he promised himself before he took a deep breath and headed inside the pub.

"Sorry, Buddy, we're closed," she told him without turning around to see who it was.

"Sorry, M'lady, I just saw the lights on and assumed you were open."

He couldn't help the smirk as he watched her respond to that label, knowing it had been what his father called her, knowing she would have a reaction to it.

"I just got finished moving into my apartment," he told the two of them as he walked in and sat down at the bar. "Thought I'd go out and celebrate."

"Well welcome to the Heights. I'm Roni, this is Margot."

Roland lifted his glass and nodded towards the two women.

"Pleasure to meet you Roni, Margot. I'm Richard Gisborne…"

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