Prompt: Robin and Regina's reactions when they realize the entire country ships them.
Out of all the scenarios she'd conjured in her head in the days prior to her press conference, this was the wildest one. And yet it's happening.
It starts slow, subtle, just a few smiles here and there when she walks by the staff, some cheering from the public whenever Robin is near her at certain events, and then one night, as they're watching the news while cuddled up in bed, she sees the full extent of it right there on her TV screen.
"It's been five weeks since President Mills admitted to being in a relationship with former Head of the Secret Service, Robin Locksley, and support for their romance is sweeping the nation! We have our own Glinda South out on the streets of Washington to garner some reactions. Glinda!"
The camera switches to a petite blonde with a bright white coat, surrounded by people cheering and holding up signs that read Mills x Locksley and Love at the White House! All covered in hearts and kisses. This is unbelievable.
"Yes, Walsh! I'm right here with some of President Mills's most ardent supporters, let's see what their thoughts are on the matter!" the woman adds cheerfully as she passes the mic to one of the enthusiastic bystanders.
"Are they really-?" Robin starts, but Regina cuts him off with a loud Shh!
"I wanna hear what they say," she tells him, her eyes intent on the TV while her hand nervously grasps his on her lap, and she thinks she hears him chuckle, but doesn't pay enough attention to be sure, too concentrated on the young girl and older couple being interviewed.
"We're originally from Kansas, we're here on vacation with our niece," the woman says, "but everywhere we've been to, people seem excited about President Mills and Agent Locksley."
"Do they, now?"
"Yes, and honestly, so are we. She looked so in love when she admitted her feelings to the world..."
"And he is so dreamy, isn't he? The dimples, the accent. Plus, he saved her life!" the reporter prods, and it has the woman's husband speaking into the microphone.
"She's a good president, she deserves to be happy."
Regina feels gratitude at the man's words, and feels Robin squeeze her hand just a little tighter.
"What about you? What's your name, dear?" this Glinda reporter asks their niece, and the girl is shy, but answers after her aunt places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Um, Dorothy Gale."
"Ah, Dorothy, do you have something you'd like to say to President Mills?"
"Just that I hope she gets better soon."
"Nothing about her being in love with her security man?"
"Um, congratulations, I guess?"
"That's nice," answers Glinda before moving on to someone else in the crowd, a young woman dressed in green, with blond hair twisted into a bun atop her head.
"What about you? What are your thoughts on President Mills and Agent Locksley's relationship? Do you think they're in it for the long haul?"
"I do!" the woman answers brightly, and Regina can detect her Australian accent when she adds, "they're just so cute!"
Great, now she's cute.
"Aren't they, though?!" Glinda gushes.
"They are! It's like it's written in the stars! I'm so happy for them."
"Well, there you have it, Walsh! We all just can't get enough from Robgina! Back to you!"
The camera switches back to the anchor, and Regina rolls her eyes.
"We're a one-name couple, now?" she scowls, and Robin laughs.
"Seems like it."
"Oh, god, we're Brangelina," she groans, smacking her face with her palm.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," he counters as he moves closer, kisses her jaw as he adds, "you're much more beautiful than Angelina."
She smacks his arm, making him utter an amused, "Hey!" before he sinks into the covers, dragging her with him, rolling them so that she's splayed above him, their bodies aligned and warm against each other, sheets wedged between them as she giggles in his embrace.
"They like us," she says once her laughter has died down, her breaths shallow as she looks down at him, his blue eyes sparkling, her hair falling in a short curtain around them, his hand finding its way under the hem of her white tank top, finger rubbing circles on the skin of her lower back.
"They do," he concurs.
"It's weird," she half-whines, and Robin chuckles again.
"Yes, it is, but I'm glad they want you to be happy, that they trust me to make you so."
"You do make me so, Robin, I've never been happier than I am with you and Roland."
"I feel the same way," he replies simply, "I love you so much, Regina."
He's so sincere in his words, his voice breathy and low as the hand on her back drifts out from under her top and finds her face, resting by her cheek as she returns the sentiment with a smile and a whispered I love you, too.
She kisses him, delights in the soft presses of his lips on hers, and decides that maybe, she doesn't completely hate this Robgina thing.
