Written for OQ Fix It Week Day 1- Robin never died day
She needs his heart. She doesn't have one of her own anymore and his is a perfect match to the one she once had, so she needs his heart.
She could just take it. But that's boring. And she wants to have some fun.
Regina is off somewhere, probably foolishly trying to find a way to stop her. Let her try. She won't succeed.
Robin is at her house with his child. Not the boy, the baby. The one Regina should hate. If she wasn't stupid and weak, she would hate the baby. But she is stupid and weak and so she doesn't hate the baby. Pathetic.
The Queen doesn't care about the baby. Doesn't even care about Robin that much, to be honest, but she needs his heart and she can't very well march into the house and rip it out. Well, she could, she does love dramatics after all, but she could also… play a bit. She doesn't care about the thief, but damn if he doesn't do things to her.
He did things to her, technically. In the vault, in Camelot, once in the Underworld, and the things he did, mm, the stuff he said, she's getting worked up just thinking about it. The scratch of his stubble, the crook of his fingers, the punishing pace of his cock as it pounded into her, making her come over and over and scream her pleasure to the heavens…
Oh yes, she's going to play a bit first.
She doesn't have a key, but a bit of magic goes a long way in opening doors so with two waves of her hand, she is walking through the front door, wearing the same hairstyle and burgundy dress Regina had left the house in this morning.
"Robin?" she calls, crossing the foyer to the dining room.
It takes a second, but he pokes his head out from the kitchen, confused smile on his face. "Hey," he says. "What are you doing back so soon?"
She rolls her eyes. "The Charmings wanted me to take a break."
"And you actually listened to them?" he laughs, taking the few steps to stand in front of her.
She smiles coyly. "Well, I wasn't going to," she drawls, reaching out a finger and running it up his chest. "But then I remembered you were here… alone… and I realized a break is exactly what I need."
Robin chuckles, low and deep. His hands reach out and pull her in by the waist, pressing their lower halves together. "Was last night not enough to satisfy you, milady?"
She bites her lip, eyes flickering down to his mouth. "Oh, last night was plenty," she breathes, coasting a hand down his back to slip into his jeans pocket. "But I've always been a fan of encores." She gives his rear a shameless squeeze and a lick of heat flashes through her at his resulting chuckle. Gods, he has a sexy laugh.
"Well, as much as I'd like a repeat performance," he says, hands coasting down to grope her own rear. "I'm afraid we can't at the moment. Maddie is waiting for her lunch." He gestures back into the kitchen and she looks over his shoulder to see the baby sitting in her bouncy seat on the table, watching the ceiling fan in fascination.
The Queen scowls for a split second and then catches herself. She smiles coyly. "Oh, don't worry," she breathes, threading her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "With what I have in mind, you won't last long."
He makes a noise of mild protest when she pulls his mouth to hers, but his resistance dies after a moment and she feels his lips practically melt against hers. Gods, he's so easy. Absolutely besotted with her other half and how tragic for him. That he should be weak for someone like her.
She nips his bottom lip and pushes her tongue to tackle his, nails scraping roughly at the nape of his neck. His lips are smooth against hers, and she lets a moan sound in the back of her throat. Mm, he's a good kisser. Or rather, he's a good kisser for about ten seconds and then he's pulling back, away from her, breath hot and heavy against her mouth.
The Queen forces down the irritation rising in her veins as she opens her eyes to find him looking at her curiously. "Is everything okay, my love?" he asks, gaze flittering around her face. "You seem a little… off-kilter."
The smile that comes to her lips is fake, masking venom and frustration. She just wants to fuck for gods' sake. Scratch an itch before she gets back to the task at hand and he just has to be caring and stupid.
"I'm fine," she lies, keeping her voice sweet. "Just a lot on my mind." She moves in to kiss him again and get things going, but then the little brat lets out the most irritating screech and Robin turns away.
"Oh, there, there, princess," he coos, stepping into the kitchen and picking up his daughter. "I'm getting your lunch, I promise."
The Queen scowls at his turned back and resists the urge to stamp her foot. Alright, fine. She won't fuck him. She'll just take his heart and get back to work. Ugh, but how boring. And how unsatisfying, too. Wouldn't it be lovely to see Regina's face when she realizes her soulmate can't tell the difference between her two halves?
"Regina, can you get me a bib?" Robin asks, turning back around, the baby resting on his shoulder.
Oh, what, is she his servant now? Regina would just do any he asked, wouldn't she? Just one more aggravating thing to test her patience. She plasters on a smile again. "Of course," she answers, not even bothering to leave the fakeness out of her tone anymore.
She sends out a wave of magic, summoning a bib to her hand from a drawer across the kitchen, and holds it out to him. "Here."
He nods his thanks and takes it, setting his daughter back into her chair and fastening the bib around her neck.
The Queen barely manages to stifle a sigh, crossing her arms as she looks around the kitchen. Now what? She had planned to take his heart in the middle of riding him into the ground- because how delicious would that be?- but apparently that isn't happening, so now how to get close enough-
She's startled when he knocks her back against the wall, his bodyweight keeping her pressed tight and unable to move. He's quick- unsurprising- but what does surprise her is the blade of the knife he holds against her throat, steel cool on her skin.
The Queen looks up to meet his eyes and feels a heat ripple through her at the danger flicking in his gaze. Oh now this is a thief she can get behind. Or beneath.
"Your Majesty," he hisses, jaw clenching.
She bats her eyelashes at him. "Thief," she returns. "Are we going to play now? Because I certainly like where this is going." She manages to wriggle her hips against his, feeling the fading echoes of his arousal from earlier.
"What are you doing here?" he demands. "Where is Regina?"
The Queen rolls her eyes. "How should I know? I'm not her keeper." She tries to twist her arm free, but he holds her fast against the wall. "Frankly, I'm surprised you knew the difference between us. Since you're so drawn to her… darker side."
"Regina never uses magic in front of the children unless she has to," Robin snaps.
The Queen grimaces. "How annoying." She spins her frown into a suggestive smirk. "But she uses magic in front of you, doesn't she?" she teases. "In front of you, on you, above you…" She chuckles. "You do like it when I'm above you."
"Stop it," he barks, veins popping in his hand as he grips the knife tighter.
"You like it when I scream for you," she continues, voice dropping to a sultry level. "When you make me come and come, so many times I lose count. When I take your cock in my mouth and suck it dry, or when I ride you so hard you forget your own name. You do like that, don't you, thief?"
"Enough!" Robin shouts, jaw set in fury
"What's the matter? Ashamed that I can turn you on just like she can?" the Queen baits, pressing her hips up against his again, smirking at his re-hardening erection.
"What do you want?" he demands, pressing the blade tighter to her throat.
The Queen sighs overdramatically, managing to slide one hand free from the pressure of his body against hers. "Well, I did want to have some fun with you," she says, dancing her fingers up and down his half-hard length.
He jerks his hips away from her touch and she grins. "But I guess I can settle for a different kind of fun, too."
She waves her free hand and he flies away from her, slamming back against the counter, knife dropping from his grip with the force of the blow. The baby starts to cry again, but the Queen silences her, snatching away her voice for the time being.
Robin whips around at that, eyes wide as he stares at the silent cries of his daughter. "What did you do to her?" he demands, anger and fear making his voice waver.
"I shut her up," the Queen dismisses, sauntering forward. She presses Robin back against the counter, laughing at his defenselessness and uncertainty. "Don't worry, I'll give her voice back. Once I get what I want."
Robin swallows, eyes flickering all over her face, anxiety swirling behind his pools of blue. "And what do you want?" he asks.
The Queen smiles, leaning into him and running a hand up his chest. "Well, you see… I could tell you, but I think I'd rather just show you."
She lets him fret for a half-second and then plunges her hand into his chest, relishing in the strangled gasp he lets out. She yanks his heart free, smiling victoriously as she holds the bright red organ in her hand. It beats steady in her hand, beats in time with Regina's halfway across Storybrooke. Beats in time with the heart the Queen once had.
"My heart," Robin states, chest heaving with labored breath. "How original."
The Queen looks up at him and grins like a cat. "Yes, your heart," she purrs. "Tell me, thief, did you know your heart is a perfect match to Regina's?" She turns away from him, marveling at his life in her palm.
"Never thought about it," he answers, eyes shooting between her and his daughter, still wailing away silently.
"Well, it is," the Queen says. She turns back to face him. "And if it's a perfect match to Regina's, doesn't that just make it the perfect match to the one I once had as well?"
Robin's face falls as his eyes widen. "No, please, don't-"
"Don't what?" the Queen sneers. "Take back what was taken from me?" She glares. "Regina tried to kill me by crushing my heart. And she's attempting to kill me again. But she won't be able to now, because if she kills me, she'll also kill you."
"Please, Regina, you don't have to do this-"
"I'm not Regina!" the Queen shouts. "Regina is weak, and I am nothing like her." She squeezes his heart and he flinches, fists clenching as he fights against the pain burning in his chest. "You are part of why she's so pathetic," the Queen spits. "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have tried to destroy me."
"That's not true," Robin chokes out. "You know that's not true. If I had been there, I would have tried to talk her out of it."
"Stop lying. It won't save you."
"I'm not lying, Regina," he wheezes. "Why would I lie to you? I love you."
The Queen stares at him in horror, her grip on his heart loosening in her shock. "No you don't," she breathes. "You can't."
"I do," Robin insists, visibly relaxing now that his chest isn't being constricted. "You know I love you, Regina. I've always loved you." He takes a tentative step forward. "Every part of you. Even the parts you want to throw away."
The Queen moves back to keep the distance between them. He's lying. He has to be lying. He can't love her. No one loves her. Not even her other half loves her.
She's bombarded with memories, suddenly. A kaleidoscope of the past, whispered words and gentle touches, heartfelt declarations of, "The woman I know is the furthest thing from a monster," and, "I'm not afraid of you," and "Bold and audacious maybe, but not evil." But he meant those things for Regina, didn't he? Not for her. No one ever says things like that to her.
"Why didn't you stop her, then?" the Queen asks. "Why didn't you stop her from crushing my heart?"
"I wasn't there," Robin says, taking another step toward her. "But I wish I had been. Maybe I could have prevented this whole thing from happening."
The Queen looks away. "I doubt it."
"You're not whole without Regina," he states plainly. Another step. "And she's not whole without you. You need each other."
"Why would I need her?" the Queen asks, frustrated at the fragile sound of her voice. "She just makes me weak."
Robin shakes his head, moving ever closer to her. "No. She completes you, just like you complete her. Together, you're strong, and brave, and kind, and determined, and thoughtful, and a little bitchy, but that's who you are. And yes, Regina, you are loving. And you are so, so loved."
He's right in front of her now, blue eyes boring into hers, and as hard as she searches, the Queen cannot find one drop of insincerity in his gaze. She swallows, unused to the fluttering inside her chest. She doesn't feel things like this. She doesn't get to feel things like this. She shouldn't feel things like this, and yet… she does.
"You really love me?" she whispers, unable to do anything but suppress a shiver as he drops his forehead to hers.
"I do," he murmurs, reaching a hand up to thread through her hair. "How could you ever think I didn't?"
She should have an answer for that, but her mind screeches to a halt, breath freezing in her lungs as his lips press softly to hers. If she had a heart, it'd be racing, and she can tell by the way his pulses rapidly in her palm that he feels much the same way.
He skates the hand in her hair down her back and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. And still he kisses her, gentle and slow, in a way he only ever kisses Regina, but now he's kissing her like Regina, and she's not her, they're not the same, not at all, but he's kissing her and he loves her and maybe-
"Robin?"
Regina's voice from the foyer followed by the closing of the front door makes the Queen freeze before she startles away from Robin, absent heart suddenly pounding for a different reason.
He glances out toward the dining room, where the sound of Regina's heels clicking on the hardwood is getting closer and closer. He looks back to her then, something like hope in his eyes, or pleading maybe, like he's asking her to stay, asking her to not run from herself again.
But she's standing here holding his heart in her hand, with a silencing spell cast on his baby, and smeared lipstick from kissing him when he's not hers to kiss, not really, and he wants her to stay and face herself? He might love her, but Regina certainly does not. And the Queen's head is still spinning from Robin's declaration, she's too thrown off to face the assault Regina would surely send her way if she finds her here.
So the Queen does what the Queen does best.
She runs.
Presses Robin's heart back into his hands and raises her arms, simultaneously undoing the silencing spell on the baby and disappearing in a cloud of purple smoke, just before Regina rounds the corner into the kitchen.
She reappears in her vault in a moment, and immediately turns to her mirror, swirling a hand over the glass until the image of the kitchen she just left appears.
"...happened?" Regina is saying, one hand on Robin's chest, the other wrapped around his fingers of the hand holding his heart.
The baby is crying in the background, and Robin glances over his shoulder, ignoring Regina's question in favor of going to his daughter. He sets his heart down on the counter and reaches for… what was her name? Madeline? Madison? Something.
He starts shushing her and Regina steps in close, running a hand over the baby's head, a thin purple glow surrounding her palm. "She's alright," Regina says. "She didn't do anything to her."
The Queen clenches her fists, fingernails digging into her skin. Of course. Of course that's where Regina's mind would go. As if she would ever actually hurt the child. Threaten to, yes. But she would never-
"I know she didn't," Robin answers, a bit harshly if the way Regina flinches is any indication. He sighs and sets the child (Maddie. That's what her called her) back down into her seat, her cries soothed by a pacifier for now. "Sorry," he murmurs, bringing Regina in close to him, hand at her back. He says something else, but it's too quiet for the Queen to hear.
It's all whispers after that, lingering touches of reassurance in a moment that feels too intimate to be watched. But the Queen does watch, empty chest constricting as Regina picks up Robin's heart, letting him hold onto her as he breathes through the sharp pain of a heart returned. And then it's Regina's hands on his face, fingers scratching along stubble the Queen herself has felt, as Regina leans up and kisses him, kisses the lips the Queen had just been melting under.
It's sickeningly sweet, and frustrating, and the Queen sniffs angrily as she wipes away a stupid tear that had escaped down her cheek. Robin loves her. But as long as Regina is around, he will never love just her. And that just won't do.
The Queen swallows and waves her hand, vanishing the image of Robin and Regina canoodling around the baby, their perfect little happy ending.
Villains don't get happy endings. And it's about time Regina remembers that.