A Locksley December.
Day 4 - Bandit!OQ.
Hi everyone!
So i know y'all are most probably all drowning under the "too much to read!" after valentine's day, but this is super short so i thought i could still be posted now.
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And now.. happy reading!
Prompt : Regina actually interrupted the wedding between Robin and Zelena and they left together as Henry and Emma got back to Storybrooke, the first winter they spend together is particularly cold and they share a blanket near the fire to stay warm.
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Regina's life was complicated.
One day she was a lonely bandit, trying to steal her way out of the kingdom to escape the evil queen, the next day she was part of a sort of band of men, stealing to give to the poor.
Everything started a couple of months ago, when a kid named Henry (was that his name? Henry? yes, she thought it was.) came to her and claimed that he was her son, which was obviously ridiculous because she never had a son she couldn't have one. He kept telling her how her reality wasn't real and how she had been cursed, that she had to find her true love and kiss him. None of it had made sense.
At the time.
Thinking about it now, she realised that she should've trusted the kid. As she almost got caught by the queen, stealing from her carriage Robin Hood the infamous thief and her competition saved her, immediately she felt some sort of connexion, a bond toward him that she never felt before. That's when he announced her that he was engaged and was supposed to get married the same day. To protect her heart, she tried to leave but that's when the weird kid reappeared with his other mother who didn't make more sense. She didn't know what convinced her, but a couple of hours later she entered the church and after a minute of looking at him she realised that she was feeling things for this man and she trusted Henry and Emma, no matter how weird that sounded, so she crossed the distance that separated her from him, ignoring the whispers as much as she could and grabbed his collar and kissed him.
But what happened wasn't what the boy and his mother predicted.
A curse broke, yes, but they were the only one cursed. They had a way to go back home. As they said goodbye, Emma hugged Regina and whispered in her ear, "don't let him go now that you have him." She smiled and both she and Henry went through the portal. She never saw them again. Obviously, they were times when she was wondering what happened to them, if they were happy, but she guessed she would never have the answer.
She still followed the blonde's advice though.
She ran away with Robin and his merry men, feeling much happier for all of them than sorry for Zelena who didn't take long to find a new fiancé, richer with a higher title. The gang decided quickly to stay together without caring if there was an evil queen after them, they always liked living on the edge.
Tonight was a bit different though, the Queen was in another realm, assisting in some sort of ceremony and they knew that they could handle the couple of guards she left patrolling the forest looking for them. To celebrate this quiet moment, they decided to light up a fire and take a night to rest in their camp. The fire warmed their bodies and heart, far away you could hear chants and laughter, sign of the good moment they were sharing. Come to think of it, Regina realised that they were all part of her family now, the family she build and was proud of. With christmas approaching Regina was super happy to have them all in her life and not spend these usually cheerful days alone and running. When the stomachs were full, the stars in the sky shining brightly and the fire almost smoke, Robin and Regina found themselves alone, both reluctant to go to sleep and let their moment end.
They sat by the fire for a couple of minutes, in a comfortable silence both listening to the noises of the forest, place that they were now calling home. Until Robin broke the silence.
"That was a great night." He said, turning his head to look at her. With all the adventures he went through, the places and treasures he's seen and the people he met, there wasn't much that could leave him breathless. Except Regina Mills, apparently.
"It was," she answered, "i'm glad we could have it, who knows when the opportunity is going to strike again." She thought about her parents. Her mother, dying of an unknown illness. Her father, killed by the queen… the evil queen. The life in her Castle after that became unbearable, she never even really liked but without her parents it became worse. Until she realised her step-mother was trying to have her killed. She never really understood why until she confronted her and she admitted that it was revenge for getting her true love killed by her mother. Complicated history indeed. Long story short, Regina hadn't had the possibility to celebrate christmas in a long time so she was happy to have it now with the people she considered as her family.
"True." Simply sighed Robin.
The fire was almost getting burned out, the night was cold which had the brunette shiver. Without really thinking about it she pressed herself against Robin who put his blanket around both of them. They shared an awkward smile when they realised how close they were, both of their heart beating in unison. That's when finally, after months of dancing around each other they shared their first kiss.
In the big love stories that were only heard about and that no one truly saw, they usually describe the first kiss with the person you love as electric, passion, fire, care, tenderness and happiness. To be honest with herself, Regina never truly believed that. She knew the first kiss would be great and special but that was until now. Now, she could see for herself that she was wrong and all the story writers were right. There was no way to describe it, and if she had to in only one word? She knew which one she would chose.
Love.