So I found a prompt on tumblr and ran with it. This is a bit out there, so you know, bear with me! Hope you like it!

Thanks Milesus for beta-reading.

Let me know what you think.


It's her eldest son's fault.

Really, there is no one else to blame but Henry. Henry who had been so eager to teach Robin Hood the ways of the modern world, the world without magic, the world with little technologies that boggle his mind and make him wonder and marvel at the same time.

At first it had been a good thing, it had been so heart warming to see her two men bond over the things she has neither patience nor time to teach her lover. It had been great to see the excitement in both their eyes as they taught each other in turns (Robin teaches Henry the proper use of a bow and arrow, Henry teaches Robin the proper use of a microwave and so on). She'd loved to let them spend time tinkering away with little gadgets, and some weapons—those she's allowed Henry to be anywhere near to, while she spends time making cookies and brownies with the other boy she's come to love as her son, the boy she introduces to everyone as hers(because he is, him calling her mom or mommy cements that fact). It's also saved her so much time in trying to explain to Robin how certain things work because most of the time, Henry does the explaining for her.

Only, she's not anticipated this turn, and now it's annoying more than endearing.

She hadn't seen the harm in it at first, when her son had introduced her partner to the world of Pokemon. She's not been lured to it before, never saw the point to it, much to her son's disappointment—so she'd stuck to comics and marvel and superheroes (though she hadn't exactly been very warm to it at first, too, past experiences and bitterness and all that).

But...

But Robin had been as immersed in it as Henry is, and Henry suddenly had found his best friend in Robin. Often, she'd catch her boys and her man watching reruns of episodes of the cartoon, with Roland hilariously jumping from the couch and yelling 'Gotta catch 'em all!' whenever appropriate. And then Henry's also taught both Robin and Roland to the world of trading cards and other merchandise and soon it had seemed as though Pokemon had suddenly become a part of their family.

Blasted, stupid Pokemon.

Of course, she tries not to begrudge any of them over something they enjoy. She collects designer shoes, so she cannot really judge. So she lets them be, lets them enjoy playing and watching that stupid thing and leaves them to it.

But holy hell, Pokemon Go happened, and suddenly it feels like her life has been turned on its axis.

Suddenly, she's getting dragged outside of her house just so her sons can catch apokemon in the park. And where she's thought her partner to be responsible, ie., not letting their children get out of the house till late on a school night—he fails, is actually the one to instigate.

And what had started out as harmless fun became something that annoyed the hell out of her.

"You can't let them waste time collecting pokemons on their gadgets when they should be doing homework or studying, Robin," she'd scolded him one day when she'd come home to an empty house the third night in a row.

When her men had arrived, she'd managed to start laundry and finish cooking dinner, and they had all been puffing, out of breath, and flushed, as though they had been running. And they have been running, because they had not wanted to be caught out again, but Regina had beaten them home and she'd only raised an eyebrow at them before turning away from them, only beckoning Roland and telling him to wash up for dinner.

Robin had gotten an earful from her, however. They'd been getting ready for bed, and Regina is sat in front of her vanity table, applying night cream (age-defying, of course, but she'd tell no one that—to everyone else, it's a healthy diet and juice cleanse that makes her look youthful). She stops for a moment to stare at him through the mirror.

"I'm sorry, milady," he'd told her, looking up from his phone and for a moment, Regina has a flash of image where she throws his phone across the wall and watches it shatter into smithereens.

God, what satisfaction that would bring her.

Her thoughts are halted when Robin starts speaking again, saying, "They both have finished their homework and we were thinking of something to do, and well, the kids thought it'd be great to have a walk in the park..." and he trails off from there, making Regina snorts.

"It just so happens that there are a lot of pokemon in the park, yeah?" She asks sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him when she turns around to face him again. But he doesn't answer, is currently immersed in his phone to even notice her presence.

Regina sighs and crawls onto the bed to grab his phone from his hand and maybe give into her more violent ideas and really just throw that damn phone across the wall. As she crawls up the bed, however, she notices how Robin's eyes widened and he starts to pan the phone up, its camera directly pointed at her.

She wonders for a moment what he's doing and is about to ask him, moving once more, when he suddenly says, "No, stop don't move!" His voice is loud and eager, enthused, that it makes Regina jump, and look at him in annoyance.

"Whatever the fuck are you doing, Robin Locksley?" She asks, screeching, as she sees him point his smart phone right into her chest. "Are you taking a picture of my chest?"

He looks up at her briefly, confused. "What?" He asks. "No! What? I—there's a dragonite right above your tits, let me just catch it!"

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen. The cheek of this man! She feels her temper boil and she wants to slug him, but mostly, it's become hysterical (it won't be tomorrow, when she finds their home empty once more because they've been catching pokemons again in the park) how he's so addicted to it.

And to think, he'd initially thought that technology is another form of witchcraft!

She smirks saucily at him, "You know, you can find more if you just put your phone down and actually pay attention to my tits," she tells him, chuckling when he hastily puts his phone down and tackles her on the bed with his arduous kisses. He kisses her mouth and plunges his tongue inside when she opens it wide.

He kisses her until she's breathless, and she kisses back until thoughts of Pokemon Go are well and truly gone from his mind. She has one last bit of warning though when they manage to pull away long enough.

"I better not catch you catching any pokemon on other women's tits, Robin Locksley, or I swear to God, you're a dead man," she says, playfully, though with a hard look in her eyes.

He chuckles, the warm sound making her warmer in a place down south. "No worries, my darling, the only good ones are found in yours," he teases back, making her chuckle before pulling him into another breathtaking kiss.

Fin


Prompt: Imagine one half of your OTP playing Pokemon Go and finding one right at the other half's chest or dick, and them asking the other not to move until they caught the pokemon.

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