One: At Your Hands, Robin

He looked up from his book, glancing in her direction and attempting to sneak a peek at the comfortable mess she was. She was wrapped in a blanket that fell off of her shoulders, which were bare. She was focused on the magazine she was reading and brought her thumb and pointer finger to her lips to lick them, before flipping the page to the next. He let a small smile form on his face as he cocked his head to the side slightly and continued staring at the beauty she was. Her hair was a tousled mess tied back in a ponytail with her bangs hanging in front of her eyes. In a second, se peered up at him, their gazes catching the other's and a smile forming on her face as well. Robin thought about the other day when Deanna told him about his fortune and Regina's fate, and instantly his smile retreated to his natural frown.

"What's wrong, Robin?" she asked, placing her magazine on her lap and flipping her bangs out of of her vision line. He shrugged and shook his head, before returning a smile once more and saying, "Nothing."

She raised an eyebrow and placed the magazine on the couch next to her, before standing up and wrapping the blanket securely around her entire body and walking over to sit beside him. She entangled her body into his and leaned her head in the crook of his neck, letting her gaze hit his intensely and the thought of his fortune skip his mind.

"You're beautiful, Regina." he ran his fingers down her face and cupped her cheek, sending a soft smile her way.

She blushed in response, "Stop it, you compliment me too much."

He heard her hum as she snuggled closer to him, wrapping the remains of her blanket around his body. The crackling of the fire broke the silence in the air, filling it with the burning tempt Robin had to tell her about his 'fate' and the burning desire to keep it from her. He was caught - completely stuck between the code he followed everyday by and the choice to forget about it and love her no matter the consequences. He had the urge to get up and run back to the docks to meet Deanna to plead and beg for a solution, an urge so powerful that he almost stood and disturbed the peaceful slumber Regina was deep in. Robin looked around the living room, his eyes fidgeting from furniture to the door to the closet and to the hallway. How was he to be her end anyways? It wasn't like he was going mad or some psychotic serial killer. Plus, he'd never hurt her.

She stirred in his arms and hummed once more, before her rubbed his hand up her arm and tried to fall asleep just as peacefully and easily as she did.


But the burden was too harsh. Knowing that he, despite every ounce of love and passion he had for her and every last drop of resistance he'd be determined to use, would still be the one to cause her death, was just too hard on him. Robin wasn't a violent guy - he never was and he'd never become one. He was brilliant at controlling his anger, if he ever was angry, and he was always the calmer half of the relationship. He never had a dark thought - no hatred, no violence, no anger. Robin was the ideal 'good guy'. He was a balanced mix of calm collectiveness, who was skilled in control and conservation, strategy and tactics, and love and passion. Never had he even thought of becoming potentially the darkest person in Regina's life, nevertheless her killer.

He spent days thinking of the various possible ways that he could even lay a hand on her, desperately trying to conjure up a reason as to why he'd even do it. But nothing came to him.

He knew he'd never hurt her, so why was this even his fate?

Robin stood from his bed and yawned, running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his eyes. He felt heavy - his heart and mind. He felt like he was carrying tons of weight on his shoulders just from one simple line of fate. He quickly got dressed and brushed his teeth, before heading out to go to the docks to meet Deanna. He couldn't stand it anymore.

When he arrived, he hurriedly walked to her shop and knocked on the fenced off door. It was still early, and technically the docks weren't open yet. Robin heard a rustling noise behind the door and then a bang before a muffled voice, "Who's out there this early in the day?"

Robin cleared his throat, "It's me, uh, Robin Locksley."

The door slid open, revealing Deanna in her pajamas accompanied by a wild smile plastered on her face, "Ah, my boy. What can I do for you?"

"I need details."

She snickered and invited him in before shutting the door behind them and saying, "So you believe me, then?"

Robin shook his head, "Not necessarily, but I'd like to be prepared if this somehow does come true, which is completely impossible."

"Your resistance will be at fault, Robin." Deanna said, laying her hand on his shoulder and placing him in the chair. She squeezed his shoulder and dug her nails into his skin, letting out a shallow breath as she said, "And your fear will be its fuel."

He raised an eyebrow and said, "What are either of those supposed to mean?"

She shrugged, "I say what I feel and I predict what I assume, dear Robin. From what I feel, I can tell you that it will not be pretty - by violent and dark means will Regina die. And at your hand, she will cry and beg and pray, but she will never stop loving you. And that will make you see her end."

"I haven't even proposed yet, we haven't had our future yet, this can't be true," he said, standing and following her to the door, "Deanna, you must be lying. I can't live thinking I'm going to hurt her."

"Then don't live Robin," she shrugged and opened the door for him to leave, "There's no way around this."


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