I have been asked by InlovewithLana and FluffyParrilla to write a jealous Regina fic and it's been so so so long but I haven't been able to post until now. Here it is, though, and I hope you enjoy it!
She is not jealous.
No, she is not.
Regina Mills does not do jealous. And contrary to what everyone might believe or say, especially Emma Swan, she is not jealous. Why would she be, anyway? She has not got anything to be jealous about.
Except it's always a well-placed hand on her boyfriend's shoulder, a well-timed slip that has her boyfriend catching that woman, the perfect words sensually dropped from those perfectly pouted lips, and the perfect look from those innocent eyes.
God.
When is she going to leave them alone?
This Marian person, who she's been told by Mary Margaret (Robin's cousin who is a twittering Disney princess come to life), is Robin's ex, his high-school sweetheart before he up and left the town of Storybrooke to study in New York, and have met Regina there, fell in love, and all that pizzazz. They had broken up long before Robin had gone to New York, nursing a broken heart just as Regina had, which she realizes now how and why they had clicked right away, despite the many, many times they had bantered and bickered. They had formed a friendship through their mutual heart break, and then that friendship turned into love.
A love she wants to protect at all costs now.
She has been assured and reassured many, many times by everyone that it is well and truly over for Marian and Robin, but somehow, she can't seem to see that—not when this simpering little doe eyed bitch keeps on coming on to her boyfriend, her boyfriend.
It all feels rather high school, the possessive way in which she regards her boyfriend (and she realizes how many times she's said that, called Robin that, and the number of times she's called him that this week is far more than in their four year relationship put together), it feels young and juvenile that she should even entertain the thoughts of her being all like this, but she cannot help it.
It's that primal need to let everyone know, including perfect little Maid Marian, that Robin is off limits. It's that mere fact that she has so much to lose, so much pain to feel if she ever lost Robin. And maybe that's even a little irrational given the circumstances, he's brought her home for the holidays to finally meet his family. She's met his cousin before, Mary Margaret and her fiancé, when they had visited them over at New York. But Regina hasn't met Robin's mother and father, and has only done so now, this Christmas. She hasn't quite expected to be saddled with Robin's ex.
It doesn't sit well with her, this feeling, this need to possess anyone in their entirety, and to stake claims, it isn't her. She never had the need to, until now, and it's new and annoying, and so she tries to expel the feeling with other things.
She's tried to keep her mind off of it, had called their friend Emma all the way from New York to complain about this Marian girl, and had been told that she is just jealous, to which she had deftly responded that no she is not, and Emma Swan could just shove that idea up somewhere the sun doesn't shine. When ranting hadn't worked, she'd spent her days with Mary Margaret and some of the other girls in town, shopping or doing other things to occupy her time and thoughts when Robin is called upon by his father or some other uncle or friend. It doesn't work, either, she's soon realized, and it only has her wondering what the hell he's up to, if he is with Marian, because clearly whenever she is out and about town with the whole female population of Storybrooke under the age of 30, Marian isn't there.
So she expels the feelings with exertion, physical things, she runs. Despite the biting cold and the fact that she has to wear a hideous bomber jacket to fight it off, she runs. She runs through the forest, and it helps. A little. Exerting force and effort has always helped her clear her mind, and now is not any different. She has actually just caught Robin having a little chit chat with his wide-eyed ex, Marian's hand parked somewhere Robin's body, and Regina just couldn't help but be irritated by that, irritated by the mere fact that Robin doesn't seem to mind and there is a comfort and familiarity between them that seems to be so lost, or yet to be found, between herself and Robin.
Maybe that is it.
Marian knows about Robin more than she, knows about the Robin before her Robin, and it doesn't sit well with her. It is rather unfair, she's the one to talk, Robin certainly isn't her first—there had been Daniel, but that is the operational word, had, there had been Daniel, but now he's gone, lost to the world, resting in his grave.
God, what a bitter turn this thought had just taken.
She should stop.
It's rather petty and ridiculous and really, she's not a child, not a teenager with hormonal problems and she can live through a week of festivities with her boyfriend and his gorgeous ex hanging around together. And then she and Robin could go back to their life in Manhattan and she can forget about Marian's existence until the following year and they would have to go back to Robin's hometown for another week of the holidays.
Ugh.
That is not a comforting thought, is it?
She pauses in her run and breathes, huffing and puffing through her parted lips, as she bends over. She braces herself with her hands resting on her knees as she tries to keep her mind on track. She can't let herself get far too ahead, she'd lose her mind.
"You know, if something is bothering you, you could just tell me," she hears someone say from behind and she whips her head around only to find Robin standing behind her, arms crossed against his chest, a smirk on his lips.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "How did—where did?" she tries to ask but her thoughts come out broken, and she whips her head around trying to look for the course or the path in which her dimpled, blue eyed man had come from.
"I spent many, many days of my childhood in this forests," he tells her smugly, and she wants to slap him silly, "I know this forest like the back of my hand, milady."
"Right," she says, nodding once, and remembering that she's still irritated at him for flirting with his ex. "Well, I'm going to get myself acquainted with the forest and leave you to be reacquainted with your ex." She spats the last words, and it makes the smug smirk disappear from his face as a look of concern replaces it.
Ha.
"Regina," he begins as he strides over to her, making her walk a step back. He wants to talk, and she can see that clearly in his blue eyes.
She is exhausted however, is in dire need of a shower, and it's getting late, the blue skies is not tinted with purple and orange hues as the sun sets in the horizon.
"I don't want to talk about it," she says, backing away further until the back of her leg hits a fallen log and she falls over the ground. Well, that's going to smart like a bitch. "Shit."
He runs over to her now and takes her hand in his, which she tries to pull away. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern marring his features. She'd melt if she isn't so annoyed.
"I'm fine," she snaps. "Go away and leave me alone. Go back to your ex."
"Regina," he says warningly, like he is talking to a petulant child, which is probably what she is being right now. Not that she cares. "I'm not—," he tries to say but she cuts him off.
"Ah, so you're going to tell me that you haven't been at all spending so much time with your ex therefore ignoring me and passing me over to every single one of your relative who might have spare time and is willing to entertain me for the day?" she all but explodes, and his eyes widen. Yes, Locksley, take that, because her jealousy issues are not at all unfounded, she thinks bitterly.
"Regina, that isn't at all-," he tries again, but she only cuts him off.
"So you haven't been spending time with her at all rather than with me?" she asks, tears gathering at her eyelashes. Wow, what a time to have those stupid fucking tears. She isn't about to cry over this. "All I wanted was to spend time with you this holiday season. With you and your family, because that is what you promised me before we left New York, but suddenly when your pretty, wide-eyed, model-esque ex comes to picture, I'm yesterday's news!" To her credit, she doesn't shriek the words.
He remains silent as he soaks up her words. Good for him.
"She's the one, isn't she?" she asks quietly now, as anger leaves her body, making room for defeat. "The one girl you told me before, a long time ago, when we were sophomores in Columbia, before we began dating—that girl you would gladly walk through hell for?"
Robin's silence is enough answer for her.
There is an anguished sob that erupts from her throat.
"Do you want her back?" she asks numbly, after a while of silence, and she doesn't even know how it got from petty jealousy to this.
Robin is silent, and she feels her heart being torn apart in shreds. He does, doesn't he? He wants Marian back.
"Regina—," he begins, but she shakes her head.
"Does she want you back?" she asks, even knowing the answer. Robin nods and she could feel the heaviness settle on her chest. "And she's told you?" Again, he nods. "And you? What did you say?"
She almost doesn't want to hear what he has to say. What is four years of relationship compared to a life time of love? She's always known that Robin has been in love with Marian since he was a child, up until that point that she broke his heart, maybe even until now.
She tries to get up. Maybe she should go home and pack her things now. She could still catch a flight out of Maine, and to New York. The more distance she puts between them the better.
"You have no reason to be jealous," he says quietly, and his words stop her cold. She lets out a bitter laugh. He tugs on her hand to settle her back down on his lap, straddling him, and what a sight they might have been, here in the middle of the forest, in the freezing coldness of December. "No, Regina, really, you have no reason to be jealous."
She snaps her head at him. "You mean her telling you that she wants you back is not enough reason?" she asks sarcastically. "Should I start getting jealous when you and her elope?"
He places a kiss against her forehead, on her cheeks, her nose, then her lips. "I mean, you don't have a reason," he says, pausing to kiss the crook of her neck, near her collarbone as he pulls her closer to him, "because I choose you."
"What?" she asks, pulling away a bit to look at him. His smile is blinding, the light and love in his eyes flowing.
"I choose you," he repeats, smiling wider when tears fall from her eyes. He reaches up and brushes it away with the pads of his thumb. "I always wanted to live a life of honor, and the most honorable thing to do is to follow my heart, to you. I choose you. I will always choose you. I told her that. Regina, I love you."
Her heart expands and explodes inside her chest, and she couldn't help but feel like floating, like all her dreams have come true, like she's somehow in a fairytale, and Robin is her prince. Only, he is no prince, and she is no princess, she is but a woman, and he is but a man. A man who had stolen her heart, the one that she's never thought capable of loving again after Daniel. But Robin had given her a second chance, a second chance she hopes she's given to him, too.
"I love you too, Robin," she whispers before she leans in and kisses him as the snow falls down around them.
A/N:Let me know if you like my writing enough to write a story for you! :P
