#roland locksley

[faesfairies]

list of my favourite otps → [8/∞] robin locksley & regina mills

Our story was so short…

It doesn’t make it any less epic.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

The Christmas Waltz

Summary:  Regina Mills wanted to share the perfect dance at her Christmas wedding and so booked lessons with Robin Locksley. When her wedding plans fall through, will she find happiness and solace in the dance studio…and her rather attractive dance teacher? And will she prove to be exactly who Robin needs in his life as well? OQ AU

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 6: Dance the Night

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Excerpt:

Regina took a car service to Storybrooke Dance Studio, tipping the driver before getting out of the car. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she approached the door, opening it and stepping into the warmth of the lobby. She smiled as she saw Robin behind the counter, dressed in a green shirt with white trees on it paired with nice black pants.

"Someone looks festive," she said, leaning against the counter.

"Thank you," he replied. "We all try to look our best for Mum's party."

She felt relief as she said: "Glad to hear it. I was afraid I was going to be overdressed for the party."

He shook his head. "You can never be overdressed for a holiday party in my opinion."

"Perhaps," she replied. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"I'll be ready in a second," he said, his eyes focused on the computer screen. "Just have to make sure the virtual assistant is activated."

Surprise and happiness filled her. "You took my suggestion?"

He nodded, moving around the counter toward her. "You made a good point. And the virtual assistant seemed the best option, especially since we've been burned before."

"You have?" she asked, guilt filling her. Had she reopened old wounds by making such a big deal about someone not being there to answer their phones? What had happened and why was she imagining someone stealing money before running away?

"Yeah. I can tell you about it in the car, which should be here shortly," he said, stopping in front of her. He tilted his head. "What's that you're holding?"

She looked down at the wrapped package in her hands before looking back up at him. "Cookies. It's rude to go someplace empty handed."

He nodded. "Right, of course."

"Your mother isn't going to mind, right?" Regina asked, panicking. Maybe she should've brought wine instead of cookies.

"Of course not," he assured her. "Sorry, I was just curious."

She nodded, though she still worried. He guided her toward the door and turned off the lights before they stepped outside. Once he lowered the gate, he motioned to the street. "There's our car - right on time," he said.

"You don't have to keep getting me a car," she said, approaching the black sedan. "I don't mind taking public transit."

"It's okay," he replied. "It's a couple trains anyway. This is more direct."

She nodded as he opened the back door, taking his hand as she slid into the car. He got in and sat beside her before nodding to the driver. "We're all ready," he said.

The driver pulled away as Robin patted Regina's hand. "You seem nervous. Relax - it's just a family Christmas party."

"I know," she replied. "But I still feel like it's a really big deal. Will there be any other students there?"

"Current ones? No," Robin said. "Any students there are old ones and usually are my parents' former students. Marian and I don't tend to invite our students."

The knot in her stomach tightened. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yes," he replied. "My mother does not issue invitations with the expectation that someone will say no. She wants everyone to come."

"Alright," she said, though she still was nervous about the party. "I'm not very good with social settings where I don't really know anyone."

Robin patted her hand. "You'll know me, my parents, Roland and Marian. And my family is very welcoming. You'll be part of the family and feel at home within the first hour, trust me."

She still felt unsure but decided to trust him. "Alright."

"If you still don't feel comfortable after that hour, you can come find me and I'll get you home," he promised. "Okay?"

"Okay," she said, feeling more assured. "Thank you."

He nodded, patting her hand again. "So, what kind of cookies did you bring?"

"Oh," she replied, looking down at the package in her hands. "Whatever looked most appealing at my local store, honestly. I would've loved to bake some but I didn't really have the time or the ingredients."

"Do you like to bake?" he asked, looking intrigued.

She nodded. "I find it calms me. But I wasn't expecting to bake until after the New Year so I wasn't prepared to do it now."

"Understandable," he replied. "Maybe once the holidays are over you can find time and the ingredients to bake again."

"Maybe," she said, deciding to make him something once everything was done. It would be her way to thank him for everything he had done for her so far.

They lapsed into silence as the car inched forward in the Manhattan traffic. She then turned to him. "So, how were you burned before?"

He nodded. "Right. Well, Marian and I used to have another teacher."

"Oh," she said, surprised. "What happened to them?"

"He fell in love with a student," he replied. "Which wouldn't have been too bad…except that she was married and taking the classes with her husband."

Regina winced. "Ooh…"

"Yeah," Robin said, sighing. "We only found out though when he didn't show up for one of his other lessons. And as we're trying to call him, the husband stormed into our studio demanding to speak to him and looking ready for a fight. We finally put together what happened and that the two had run away together. We got his key to the studio and a few other things mailed to us a week later and only a PO Box where we could send his tax forms. Haven't heard from him since."

"I can understand why you're hesitant to hire someone else," she replied, thinking of the angry jilted husband. "That could've destroyed your school and reputation if the husband decided to take his anger out on you."

Robin sighed. "He wanted to, trust me. Thankfully, he had brought someone with a cooler head who was able to convince him that we were not responsible for his wife's decision to cheat and that we were victims too."

"Good," she said, relieved things turned out well in the end. "I can understand why you're hesitant to hire someone new then."

"Yeah," he replied. "I mean, it's less likely a receptionist is going to run off with someone than an instructor but you know the saying – once bitten, twice as shy."

She nodded. "I get it."

Robin hummed, looking pensive. "I guess though I'll have to get over that if I open my own school. I can't do everything."

"No, you can't," she replied before taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. "And it's when you open your own school, not if."

"Right," he said, smiling softly as he nodded. "You're right."

He looked out the window, taking a deep breath as he studied their surroundings. "I think we're almost at my place."

That surprised her as she looked out her window, spotting brownstones that looked similar to Robin's. "That was faster than I thought," she said.

"Me too," he replied. "But that just means more time at the party."

"I guess," she said, clutching the cookies closer as her stomach tightened into another knot.

He patted her knee again. "You'll be fine. I promise."

She nodded as the car pulled up to a house and came to a stop. Robin opened the door and stepped out, holding his hand out to her. "It's a bit icy, be careful," he said.

"You be careful," she warned him. "We don't want another trip to Urgent Care."

"Don't worry," he said, helping her out of the car. "I promise to be very, very careful myself."

She nodded, watching as he closed the door. "Good."

[ouatnextgen]

Get to Know: Roland

I stole the character template used in this fic, because I thought it was really thorough, and a good exercise for character building. So thanks ao3 user StarkPark!

Name

Roland Locksley Hood. Marian named Roland. His name means “brave land,” and he was named to honor his father somewhat. His middle name is his father’s former last name.

Nicknames

RoRo (by his friends)

Boss (by the Merry Men)

Hoodie (by his friends, to annoy him)

Appearance

Dark curly hair

Tan skin

Brown eyes

Scars on fingers from bow work, and on arms from dagger training.

Got the same tattoo that his father had on his left arm

Wears Enchanted Forest clothes until he officially moves in with Regina at age sixteen.

He wears warm flannels, baggy jeans, plain t-shirts, and converse.

Face claims

Raphael Alejandro (young)

Noah Centineo (older)

Personality

Is usually very laid back and chill. The person his friends turn to if they need a break from their chaotic lives.

He is a generous and trustworthy friend, but independent, and most of the time, prefers to think with his heart rather than his head. He can sometimes come off as irrational because of this.

He is family oriented first, anything else later. He would gladly give his life to protect any of the Merry Men, Regina, Henry, and Robyn.

He has violent vehemence of respect for his (soon to be not) late father. Any slight against him or Regina leads to punishment. He longs to make his father proud, and will often hide parts of himself to accomplish that.

Likes

Archery

Camping and hiking

Playing acoustic guitar and writing music

Baking and cooking, but mostly baking

Teaching Robyn archery and survival skills, like how Robin taught him

 Woodcarving

Dislikes

Electro pop music

Video games

Magic

Magic

No magic, and greatly distrusts magic.

Health

Literally ate dirt as a child, so very good immune system. Only has gotten sick a handful of times

Might be on the spectrum, definitely has some type of nerodivergency

Sexuality

Aromantic Bisexual. No romantic inclinations, but is sexually attracted to all genders

Fears

Disappointing his father

Letting his family down

Loud noises

Habits

Showers once a business week (Enchanted Forest habits die hard)

Picks his nose

Snores like a son of a bitch

Favorites

Movies: Likes nature documentaries, but not much else

TV Shows: Not fond of TV

Music: Only likes acoustic, and listens to acoustic covers of all genres

Books: Not much of a reader, but likes reading his father’s tales

Parent: Very close to Regina

Family member: He loves his baby sister, Robyn, obviously

Sport: Archery (duh)

School subject: Never went to Storybrooke High, but he would have loved P.E

Food: The Meats. Mutton, lamb, beef, and even haggis.

Sweet treat: Regina’s cookies

Colors: Red, Orange, and Yellow

Animal: Loves to bird watch. His favorites are the robins, though

Toy: Stuffed puppy dog Regina gifted to him when he was four

Game: Hates video games and games of skill, but will play chess with Alice if she begs

Least favorites

Movies: Anything loud and with flashy visuals. Gives him headaches

TV Shows: Anything loud and with flashy visuals. Gives him headaches

Music: Screamo, rap, electro, pop, basically anything with a lot of moving parts

Books: Any book series longer than three books

Parent: Little John is on his shit list for Reasons

Family member: Zelena for…obvious reasons

Sport: Never understood american football, no matter how many times Leo explains it

School subject: Never went to Storybrooke High, but he would have hated History class

Food: Hates tofu on principle

Sweet treat: Not a fan of sweet ice cream, but likes sorbets

Colors: Grey, blue, purple

Animal: Bears. They are deceptive. They look cute and pettable, but can kill you

Toy: Baby toys that make obnoxious sounds

Game: Hates video games and games of skill

Career aspiration

Secretly wants to open a bakery in Storybrooke, but is currently being trained up to lead the Merry Men.

Social life

Mainly hangs out with the Merry Men, or Robyn and their friends

Not the Mom friend, but the Dad friend. He lets his friends do the stupid thing, but helps them clean up afterwards.

Pets

No pets, but will sometimes nurse baby animals at the Storybrooke Shelter

[not-even-in-my-league]

@robin-hood-of-locksley

Robin has the carriage all packed and ready to go already, the merry men on standby with the royal guards for the short trip and visit to his family castle. "Regina, dear, are you sure you want to meet my mother? I'm quite certain she would have kissed arse to get on your mother's good side, and I'm not sure that's the kind of person you want to meet... she'd have thrown me off a cliff if she thought it would improve her public image, I'm certain of it"

“Yeah well I K-I-L-L-E-D your first wife so. If I can change anyone can.” Regina replies loading Roland into the carriage.

“The power of love and cute kids can do that. Good thing we’re bringing him.” Henry smiles pointing at Rolland before reaching out to have him sit by him.

Regina puts her hand on her chest in mock pain.

“You don’t want to sit with your mommy Henry?”

He rolls his eyes. “Sorry Rolland got here first.” Henry shrugs.

Regina sighs heavily. “Guess I have to sit with your dad Roll!”

She climbs into the carriage.

“I really miss my car already.”

[welllpthisishappening]

A Few Days Off For Christmas, Part 3

Matt stood up straighter. Out of habit, and he kissed Claire’s cheek before he moved. Darting up the steps without a single skid, arms wrapped tightly around Mom’s middle.

The whole thing was ridiculous, really.

He’d seen his parents like—well, two days before, actually. About three hours and forty-seven minutes after he’d missed that wide-open net, and Dad hadn’t said anything, which was far nicer than Matt deserved considering how wide-open it was, but all of that seemed to disappear the second he walked into the foyer and, suddenly, he was ten years old and plotting ways to score during an indoor hockey game that was far more dangerous than any of the adult figures in his life would ever admit to, and it was strange to be ten years old and worried about his girlfriend coming to Christmas dinner.

And breakfast. They’d eat breakfast too

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Hi, it's me. I wrote this literally years ago.

There's actually some CS in this, a whole buncha next-gen Blue Line nonsense, and a stressed-out Roland Locksley. I hope you all get to eat as much of your favorite holiday side dish as possible.

Go Rangers.

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Send a symbol for a starter from that muse

📚 Belle French

🐴 Daniel Colter

🚓 David Nolan

🚨 Emma Swan

✒ Henry Mills

☠ Killian Jones

🔮 Regina Mills

🎯 Robin Locksley

🏹 Robyn Mills

🌲 Roland Locksley

🐺 Ruby Lucas

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[suseagull5914]

@ouattober day 6: Family

It's amazing, really, how much Henry and Roland got along, given the difference in their ages.

She'd watched them in the beginning, wanting to make sure that her son was okay with this change in their lives, knowing how awkward having a little brother that much younger could be. If being a part of the Locksley family didn't work for Henry, then, well… she didn't know what she'd do, since Robin was her soulmate, but 

She hadn't needed to worry, though. She watched as Henry taught Roland something new every day, and she couldn't be prouder. He's honestly the best.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Mills-Locksley family

Regina

Robin

Evie

Henry

Roland

Bobby

[takadasaiko]

Burn the Worlds, Chapter Twenty-Five (a OUAT fic)

Story Summary: Rumplestiltskin had everything set up just as it needed to be for his curse and to find Bae, but when an enemy bent on destroying him makes his way through to Storybrooke as well, he may find that his cursed persona isn't a match for the cleric. Pre-S1. AU. Rumbelle. Swanfire. Eventual OutlawQueen.

Chapter Summary: Rumple finds himself in uncharted territory, Caiden faces a difficult question, and the meeting of OutlawQueen.

FFN II AO3

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The girl was fast. Even as Silas dove for the loosed dagger that the clerics were convinced would control the Dark One, the blonde wrapped her fingers around it. Her shout was garbled and uncertain, as if she didn't quite know how to wrap her tongue around the name she called. She got it out, though, and apparently it was close enough because magic swirled as a man appeared in the main room of the cabin.

He looked very little like the demon that Robin had encountered when he'd broken into the Dark Castle so many years before. Gone were the gold scales and the crimped hair, leaving behind a thin man - almost fragile looking in the way he leaned against his cane - who appeared briefly startled at being dragged from wherever he'd been before. That didn't last, though, and Robin watched the shift as his dark eyes sharpened and he quickly took in the situation. Silas at the opposite door, he and Soren blocking the back exit, and in between lay a broken and beaten young man and his blonde companion.

Magic swept out, slamming hard into the twins and Robin, and the Prince of Thieves found himself skidding back, Soren tossed even further and out the open back door. It had been a broad attack, but as he scrambled he could see the Dark One levelling a more focused one on Silas. The cleric let out an ear-piercing screech when magic ripped into him. Robin watched, frozen in place more by horror than by the earlier blow, as dark magic ripped at the cleric and - even through the horrifying scream - he thought he could actually hear the sound of bones breaking. He'd been on the receiving end of Rumplestiltskin's ire, but as he watched a man die in front of his eyes, he started to think that the Dark One had let him off easily after all.

Soren let out an angry shout from somewhere beyond the door and startled Robin back into action. He notched his bow, taking aim and ready to fight for his life as the Dark One turned his attention around to them. Behind him, Silas' lifeless body crumpled to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Those dark eyes fell on him. "Is this what Belle's mercy bought from you, Locksley?" Rumplestiltskin demanded. "She gives you your life and you come for my son?"

Robin set his stance and adjusted his grip ever so slightly on his bow. "They have mine. I have no choice in this alliance."

Strangely enough, the building rage that was directed at him seemed to stall just a little, even if he looked like he was still fighting the urge to do to him what he'd done to Silas. "Your boy? Roland?"

His son's name from the demon's mouth had been the last thing he'd expected and he didn't dare trust his own voice. Instead, he managed a nod even as the sound of footsteps echoed up the back porch steps.

And then the malice in his eyes was fully put away, almost as if he'd won whatever internal battle he'd been waging. "He's safe. Away from this lot."

Back home, whispers about the Dark One flowed. Some were true, some weren't, and some they would never truly know, but one thing that Robin had heard from every corner was that the Dark One never lied. He hadn't believed it before, but in that moment - if it was because it was true or he simply wished it to be - he did.

Soren came barreling through the door and slammed to a stop at the sight of his brother. Robin turned just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye. The boiling rage, the desperation… He let out a wail that echoed through the small cabin as he lurched forward and Robin couldn't swear his mind and body were perfectly in sync as he spun and loosed the arrow that had been notched for Rumplestiltskin.

It flew and lodged deep in the remaining twin's chest, killing him before Soren ever knew what had happened. Well, wherever men like these clerics went once death took them, he'd join his brother there.

Silence followed the thudding body until the blonde girl dragged in a gasping breath. "Gold! He's not breathing!"

The Dark One's curious look sharpened as he turned back towards his injured son and he took a knee next to him. Tears fell down the girl's face as she clutched the dagger in one hand and the dark haired young man against her with the opposite arm. "I can't… I can't lose him. You have magic, right?" she managed. "He's going to be okay?"

Robin stood as still as the two dead men and watched as Rumplestiltskin's thin hands ran over the broken form. "I can't… I don't…" He swallowed hard as if he were trying to gain control of his increasingly unsteady emotions. "Magic's different here."

"You used it to kill them!"

"Darkness isn't the issue. Healing someone else… it's not something I can use my curse for."

She turned wide, hazel eyes on him. "He's dying! You have to save him!"

There was a small flicker in the Dark One's expression that Robin couldn't place. He didn't argue, but instead reached forward and the magic that wrapped around his son shimmered ever so slightly in the air around him as if it were threading together. Bit by bit, wounds stitched up, glossing over and healing right in front of their eyes, and finally - after what seemed like an eternity - dark eyes flashed open and the boy that Robin had heard them refer to as Baelfire sucked in a deep, startled breath. Perhaps possession of that dagger really did give one full command over the Dark One.

The girl bent over him, dropping the knife as she wrapped her other arm around him and loosed a loud sob. "You're okay!"

"Ow," he managed, though Robin thought he heard a soft chuckle in the complaint. Those eyes - so much like the ones his father wore in this world - swept out over the room. "Papa."

The Dark One offered a crooked smile, even as he touched the discarded knife and it disappeared to places only he knew. "How're you feelin', son?"

"Okay… I think." He looked over the two dead men before his gaze fell on Robin. "Hi?"

"Robin of Locksley," the Prince of Thieves said by way of greeting before turning back to Rumplestiltskin. "As much as I'm hesitant to interrupt this…"

"Your own boy. Of course. Fair enough payment for your help in the matter."

He waved his hand, magic swirled, and Robin held his breath as he waited for his little boy to appear.

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She remembered the day that he'd simply appeared in the Great Hall. Broken. Bleeding. She hadn't really known that he could bleed until that day. There were so many stories and legends that surrounded the Dark One that it was difficult to pick fact from fiction early on, but the one that said he couldn't die had been utterly dispelled as the sun had sunk behind the mountain and Belle had struggled to keep him awake. She hadn't known Magnus' name at the time, but she'd seen the marks that his endless battle he waged with Rumple had left on the man she'd eventually grown to love. She'd nearly lost him that day, and now they were trying to take him away again.

She'd be damned if she let them.

"That's him," Roland managed from behind Regina, cowering back and gripping the fabric of her slacks. "He took me and Papa away."

"Why don't you let me take you back to him, little one?" the cleric offered, his tone neither holding a false kindness nor was it as menacing.

"Why don't you bring him here?" Regina countered. "We'll make a trade. I'll give you Snow and Charming. Two for one."

"Hey!" Snow snapped from her place.

Regina turned to her, her expression insincerely perplexed by the outburst. "What? You want to go to your daughter and I promised the boy his papa. Everybody wins."

"Or you can zap him with your magic and we'll go rescue Emma."

"She can't." The words, a partial echo of the cleric's own, fell from Belle's lips even as a few pieces of what was turning out to be a very complicated puzzle dropped into place. "Magnus used her somehow…. Rumple said the magic here was strange. You can't use your magic, can you?"

Regina's expression darkened, but she didn't deny it. Instead she simply positioned herself a little better in front of Roland.

Blue eyes flickered back to the cleric that seemed to be assessing the best avenue to take as Snow gaped and Regina glared. Interesting. He was calculating, but in those calculations was a patient manner, as if he were trying to take the path of least destruction. It wasn't at all what Belle would have expected from her limited and removed experience with the clerics, and perhaps that gave them the in that they needed.

"What do you hope to achieve in all of this?"

His clear eyes snapped back to her and she held his gaze without flinching. He tilted his chin up a bit. "To rid our world of darkness."

"And you do that by becoming darkness itself?"

He pushed a short breath out through his nose and she wondered if it was a thought he struggled with often. "I know of you, Lady Belle. Your kindness and your selflessness was a story that reached farther than you might have ever known. With that, did you find him kind when he whisked you away as payment for your people's lives?"

"That's not -"

"It is," he answered. "Innocent souls suffer under the Dark One. He manipulates and he warps events around him to his own benefit. He takes and he takes and he takes until there's nothing left in his wake but empty darkness. That is the curse, and it is our duty to rid the worlds of that foul curse."

"And yet you came to the Land Without Magic where it could be suppressed without killing the man it inhabits and you brought magic here. Your master did that. Not Rumple."

In the back of her mind she knew all eyes were on them, but thankfully the crowd of opinions remained silent as the two squared off in a battle of wills and words rather than any magic or steel.

"He'd have brought it himself."

"He came here to find his son, who wanted nothing more than his father without the curse."

"And he would have been content in that?"

A soft breath left her as she thought on in for a moment, her gaze dipping before rising to meet his again. "We can't know now, because you never even gave him the chance."

"He's fooled you, m'lady. Whatever man the demon hides behind is not really there. It's a skin he wears, nothing more. His love for his son or for you… it's not there. It's a manipulation. It's the same with every host the Dark One's curse takes. None can love under it."

The words struck a chord and Belle's gaze sharpened a bit on him. "Rumple's not the first Dark One you've fought?"

"Hardly. I saw the one before him and the three before that, but Magnus… He's seen them all."

"That's hundreds of years."

"Yes. I suppose it is."

"And what does a mortal man give up to see so many centuries?"

His clear blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the question, but if he had an answer, Belle didn't hear it. Instead she felt the familiar tug that meant she was being dragged across miles of space in a fraction of an instant. When her eyes focused again, the shop was gone and she stood with Snow, David, Regina, and Roland in the cabin. Rumple was there, no worse for the wear, though Bae certainly was. His shirt was stained dark with blood, even though he appeared to be steady on his feet, and Emma stood at his side. She watched as little Roland raced forward, calling out to his papa as he flung himself into the familiar figure of Robin Hood's arms and Snow launched herself at a very shaken looking Emma.

"You're okay!" the queen managed, flinging her arms around the young blonde who stood frozen, her own arms bowed as if she wanted to return the embrace, but wasn't quite sure how.

"Yeah. We're okay. We're okay. You guys? Are you…?"

Snow released to press her palms against the girl's cheeks, a radiant smile only a mother could wear gracing her face. "Emma."

"Do you… remember me?"

"I do. I don't know how I could forget!"

Belle's gaze lingered for just a moment on the lone figures of David - who clearly wasn't sure what was happening and standing alone - and Regina who Belle wouldn't have wagered would look quite as abandoned by the little boy that had rushed to meet his father. Unlike her step-son-in-law, she didn't have to wait. Robin looked up from where he'd taken a knee to embrace his child to look at the woman who had put herself between Roland and danger just a few minutes before.

"That's Gina," Roland explained. "She saved me."

The Evil Queen gave a painfully awkward smile. "I just got him out of the mines."

Robin stood, Roland in his arms, and crossed over to her. Belle found herself watching the meeting unfold with a sense of something meaningful in the air. Rumple had always said that True Love was the strongest of magic, and she wondered….

Rumple.

Belle turned, finding her own True Love lingering back with his son, dark eyes fixed on her. She felt the corners of her lips tug upward and she threw herself forward in his arms. "You're alright," she breathed into the crook of his shoulder and she felt his arms encircle her.

"Of course, dear," he murmured into her hair, but she could feel the way he held onto her like an anchor steadying him against the waves. Funny, nothing the cleric said stuck with her in that moment. All that was was the reunion of the family she'd never expected to have. Rumple - the love of her life that she'd met through a deal he had struck - his son and his son's love. Emma's parents - both known and unknown - and even Regina, however she fit in here. For a long moment, it was just them, and they revelled in what they'd managed to protect. More was to come, but what good was life if they couldn't hold onto the moments of triumph like this?

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Centuries upon centuries of study and practice had taught Magnus how to hone his magical skills. They were many, but he'd never gained the power of Foresight. It was a damaging blow the day Rumplestiltskin had added it to his own repertoire. It had put him at least three steps ahead of them on a good day, often further than that. Mangus was nothing if not adaptable though. He'd adjusted and he'd learned, soaking in the texts from all corners of their world and eventually learning the art himself, though admittedly at a much more limited scope than his opponent that had simply absorbed what his predecessor had bequeathed to him. It gave him something. A vision. A direction. He just had to give himself fully to search for it, even if it often only gave him moments in time a fraction of a second before they happened. At least it gave him a wide view, if not a distant one.

The town was under their command, though for how long remained to be seen. The twins were dead and the thief had been reunited with his son outside of their purview. Caiden survived, but he'd failed. They needed to move quickly if they wished to retain their advantage.

Magnus' sightless eyes cracked open from where he was knelt down in meditation in the back room of the convent that Reul Ghorm had claimed as her own in the curse. Caiden stood in the doorway, his entire demeanour saturated with questions and guilt. Interesting. He didn't even know that his delay had cost his brothers' their lives that day.

"The Dark One free, the thief without tether, the Evil Queen with her allies, and even the savior outside of our reach. What information could possibly be worthy of this interruption?"

Caiden hesitated at the door, and Magnus could feel his gaze linger on him long before he spoke. He waited - more stubbornly than patiently - until the younger man said: "You clearly Saw what happened."

"I did."

"Then did you See what happened in the shop?"

He hadn't, mostly because he thought he could trust Caiden to fulfil his commands. He always had before, but something had been eating at his protegee since he'd sent him back to their world after the thief. Caiden was determined, he knew. Dedicated to their cause. One or two Dark Ones prior to the current one - Magnus lost count in all of those years - had obliterated his village. Magnus had found him in the burning remnants. Young and angry and willing. It hadn't taken any convincing to join his cause. Only a promise: to right the wrongs. To protect the weak. Caiden had been his loyal companion from then out. Perhaps it had been three Dark Ones ago.

"I've never needed to look in on you for you to do what is required," Magnus answered and he could feel Caiden stiffen at that.

"I've served you for many years."

"You have."

"Our goals have always been aligned. Intricately so."

"I fail to hear the question."

"I was a mortal man before you found me. Young. A family. Everything stolen by the Dark One."

Magnus turned milky-white eyes towards him, waiting for the point that had interrupted their goal.

"How did it begin?"

"You know that. All dark curses were gathered into one and took over flesh."

"Yes, but how did you come by the power to… face it? To extend all of our lives?"

"Are you asking what was sacrificed for our goal?"

"Yes."

Magnus loosed a breath and shifted to stand. He turned and could feel Caiden steel himself as he moved towards him. With intention, he reached out to place a hand on either shoulder. "We have been called to this, and in that calling, we are given the years to pursue it."

"But why us?"

"Because we've sworn an oath to it."

"And who began it?"

Mangus paused, hearing the question behind the question that Caiden hadn't dared to ask in a half of a millenia. He gripped the younger man's shoulders a bit more tightly, holding him in place with the weight of his words. "Eradicating the Dark One's curse is the goal. There is nothing else."

He waited until Caiden soaked his words in, weighed them, and then nodded obediently. "Of course. Of that, there's never been any question."

His grip tightened and he felt the other man wince ever so slightly. "Then do it."

"It'll be done," his protegee swore, and left him to his meditation.

-----

People often spoke of the quiet before the storm by way of warning, but those that did were not accustomed to being the storm themselves. Raging winds and magic buzzing through the air like lightning, Regina had found a kinship with the angry skies when she rained down her retribution on those that deserved it most. Like the storm, she sent her enemies scurrying for shelter. Like the storm, she left utter devastation in her wake.

All storms eventually dissipated, though. She simply hadn't expected to still be there once it did, but there she was: powerless and forced to side with those she'd sworn to destroy, but they were a means to an end. Magicless though she was, what would it say if some useless cleric was able to sweep in and steal away her town, her magic, and the curse she'd bestowed on everyone? No. She needed her magic back. Once she had it, she'd rip that fool of a cleric's heart from his chest and crush it.

She just had to find her way back to it and quickly.

Rumplestiltskin had always been good for that when he wanted to be. He'd fought the clerics longer than Regina had been alive and had studied what he hadn't seen himself. It was, she told herself, the reason she'd taken a gamble on him when he'd laid dying. She needed him and he owed her. It was time to collect on the rare debt.

The Dark One was finishing up the wards around the perimeter after whisking the two dead clerics' bodies somewhere beyond it. If Mangus or his people approached, all they would find was the forest, looped back in on their path in much the same way as Regina and Roland had been in the mines.

"I hear -" her old mentor drawled out, the two syllables taking considerably longer than they needed to - "that you're in a bit of a bind."

"Protecting you cost me," Regina answered pointedly.

He paused where he was bent down to inspect one of the wards. His thin fingers danced across it, though they both knew it was an idle gesture. He was buying time. He was calculating. As he did.

"And you've come to collect."

"You always said nothing came without a price."

"Indeed," he murmured and stood slowly, his limbs straightening with a sluggishness that spoke of the weight of the day.

There was a long moment, and then another, and finally another as Regina pushed a frustrated breath out through her nose. "So can you fix it?"

"No."

The single word was a punch to the gut. "What do you mean 'no'? You owe me your life, you ungrateful imp!"

"Keep your voice down," he chided, his dark gaze sliding back towards the cabin where much of their ragtag group were sleeping just a handful of steps behind them. "I'm hardly ungrateful. I know what you did and this would be a terribly simple way to rid myself of a rather hefty debt… if it could be done."

The words sunk in slowly, the weight of them threatening to drag her down with them. "Then that's it? He stole everything from me?" she managed, her voice breaking as the words escaped.

That dark gaze she'd become accustomed to for the last handful of years there in Storybrooke shifted to look at her. "Not everything. You certainly have your wits about you, or you wouldn't have escaped him. You'll need those."

"For what?"

That impish smile quirked his lips ever so slightly. "Why, regaining what he took, of course."

That storm built up in her and she levelled a glare that would have made a lesser man tremble. "Stop with the games, Rumple. You said -"

His gaze snapped fully on her, and even though his eyes were dark rather than gold, it reminded her of the early days when he'd grow frustrated in her lessons. He knew the answer. Surely she did too. "I said I couldn't return your magic. Not any more than I could have given it to you if you'd had not an ounce of talent in your bones when I found you. All I can do is all I've ever done: teach you. And you know the lesson needed to unravel a spell put on you."

"Not like this."

He tilted his head as if he were studying her. "It doesn't matter the size of the spell or even the intricacy. The more threads woven together, the more time it takes, but it will unravel if you pull the correct thread."

And with that he turned, leaving her standing at the edge of the perimeter, the rest of their party asleep or on his way in to rest, and she loosed a frustrated breath. Well, she hadn't gotten this far just to lose to a cleric of all things. He wanted her to find the right thread? She'd find it, and Magnus wouldn't know what hit him.

----

TBC

Notes: And again, I need to apologize for the lengthy delay between chapters. I'm really going to have to grovel over on my other multi chapter that I haven't updated in more months than this one O.o We're coming towards the end of this one though. I think two, maybe three more chapters. With everyone together now, things are really going to hit the fan >:D

Next Time: Regina and Robin have a heart to heart, and while Rumple searches for a way to take down Magnus, loyalties will be tested.

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Delicacies of Time

Chapter 16: The Battle of the Dark Ones

He didn't want to do this. Yes, years ago, Robin Hood had stolen from him, and he'd longed to kill him for that. But it was also that act of thievery that had allowed him to spend a healthy chunk of time with Belle when he hadn't even realized that more of her was what he needed. And years later, it was Robin Hood who had made sure that Neal got back to him when he'd been trapped in the Enchanted Forest and they were in Neverland. Over the years, his anger for the thief had cooled, and he saw the benefits of having a weakness for Regina in the boy, even if he couldn't quite see how he was going to come into play because the Seer suddenly seemed to have gone mute!

He didn't know how Robin Hood had gotten from the Enchanted Forest to this land, though he assumed that it was the same mysterious way everyone else had. Why Regina had brought people over that she hadn't brought the last time was just as much a mystery as why some had been left behind, but he had other things to worry about at the moment than solving mysteries that would have no influence on his life or the life of his family.

He had fetching Regina's heart to worry about. No…he wasn't worried that he couldn't do it. On the contrary, he knew that he could, and that alone was what worried him.

Zelena already had his mind, whether he liked it or not. And when she had this heart, it was one more thing that she'd need for whatever sick plot she was conjuring. So, yes, the fact that he could complete this task quite easily was a worry, indeed.

But, he assured himself, he was also aware that, for whatever reason, Zelena had set her sights on Mary Margaret's baby. Spells could, sometimes, be specific about the reason they needed a certain ingredient, but he figured that she wanted the Charming's baby for the same fucked up reason that she was hellbent on using Regina's heart and not his. So, while Zelena could, potentially, go into the town and harvest the first newborn she saw once he presented her with Regina's heart, he was confident that as long as Mary Margaret was still pregnant, then there was still time. Which meant that fulfilling this request wasn't quite as damning as it felt.

And it felt as damning as a fucking apocalypse.

With only a thought, he arrived in the middle of what appeared to be a campsite erected in the middle of the fucking nowhere of Storybrooke's woods. Still, it was fitting for Robin Hood, and for the moment that he stood hidden from the men behind a tree and watched them, he was quite fascinated.

Yes, he knew that the Robin Hood who had robbed him and Robin of Locksley were the same person, he'd known that since just after he stole the wand, and he'd been generous enough to spare his life. He'd had a previous deal with Robin of Locksley, ironically enough to fetch a potion that would help his heart from the Land of Oz. But while he was embarrassed it had taken him as long as it had for him to put two and two together, he'd eventually gotten there. However, seeing him here now…he could hardly believe it.

When he'd first woken up in Storybrooke, or rather, the second time he'd woken up in Storybrooke, he'd made lists, tried to locate people, identify who was who. And somewhere in his home, there was a list of people he'd wanted to locate but hadn't been able to. Robin was on it. Still, he'd hardly thought anything of it until Bae had been shot.

When Tamara had shot Baelfire, he'd gone through a portal to the Enchanted Forest. They'd met him again in Neverland, where he'd never gotten the details on his return to them but-

Now he saw it all quite clearly in his head. Robin and his merry band, living in his castle. Roland, the child that he'd once seen Maid Marian pregnant with, helping to summon the shadow. Neal hitching a ride back to Neverland.

When Zelena had mentioned Regina using Robin to hide her heart, he'd thought that the biggest revelation there was that Regina had finally found "her heart," as the Seer once put it. Now, looking around this makeshift camp, at the merry men making do in Storybrooke, he realized there was a lot more missing than he previously realized. Whatever curse had been enacted wasn't the same as before. Otherwise, Robin wouldn't be here.

He hated the command that Zelena had given him. It was too fucking specific and a great example of why he needed to do his best to coach her into giving more vague orders. In this case, the command was inefficient. From the moment he stepped out behind the tree and walked into their campsite, mobilizing all the Merry Men, he could feel the magic he sought. Regina's heart…it was there, by that tree, no magic guarding it that he could sense. And oh, it would have been so much easier for him to just fucking freeze everyone, retrieve it, and go! But Zelena…her fucking order was that he take the heart "from Robin." The thief had to be the one to put it in his godsdamn hands. Not only was this a prime example of just how dangerous commands could be when they were too specific, but it also showed just how much of an amateur she really was.

"Stop right there!" Robin threatened, a crossbow in his arms and trained on him. He did as he was told. There was no reason to come any closer. "You know this arrow never misses its mark."

Yes. He could feel the magic coming off of it. And for one brief, dark moment, he wished that it would be so easy to end his life with that arrow, but it wasn't so.

"If I could stand down, I would," he growled back. "Heed me. Give me the heart."

"No," he responded.

Any other day he'd find his determination admirable, but given the fact that Robin wasn't truly dealing with him but rather Zelena acting through him…

He had to close his eyes to fight the urge that rose up inside of him to kill immediately.

"You will go to this thief, and you will fetch that heart of hers from him by any means necessary."

Oh, there was very little wiggle room in that command. And he knew how his magic wanted to fulfill it. He couldn't kill Robin, he was the one who knew where the heart was, but he could kill his men one by one until he gave in.

Better yet, perhaps he could just torture one of them, break bone after bone until the screams forced Robin to act in the best interest of his men. That would certainly sit better on his conscious. He didn't enjoy the idea of torture these days, it could be messy and loud, but at least at the end of the day, when he had the heart, whoever he chose would still have their life.

Or better yet…

His senses were instantly aware of another soul that had just come onto the campsite, a young one.

Roland.

He'd seen him in Baelfire's memories. He was Robin's son, and he had seen exactly the lengths that Robin would go to in order to care for him. Oh, as a father himself, his soul hated it right down to the core. It was lowly. It was beneath him. But he was a skilled manipulator who knew how fathers could react around their children, who knew that Regina would likely not fault Robin for the choice that he might have to make. And if his goal was to get out of this with spilling little to no blood at all…what choice did he have?

"And who is this?" he asked, glancing over at him. The moment that Roland spotted him, the sticks and twigs he'd been carrying dropped to the forest floor. His heart raced. He was scared. But so was his father.

"Roland!" Robin cried. "Go back!" But like so many children did when they were frightened, Roland remained exactly where he was, frozen in that spot. And his magic knew that it wasn't a problem for him.

"Come here, little boy…"

"Don't! Please!" Robin begged.

"I don't want to," he glanced over at him, hoping he could see the truth in his words. "I really don't." And then he turned his attention back to the boy. Just a little bit of pressure…

"Come closer, little boy." He released his magic, forcing the boy to put one foot in front of the other. The boy resisted and cried out perfectly for his father to help him all as his magic cried out to be used in a necessary way to get that heart.

This was necessary.

"And stop!" he ordered, bringing the boy to a halt. He used his magic to sink him into the ground up to his knees, making it so that he was unable to run and his fear would grow, his panic would overwhelm him, and Robin would have no choice but to act as his son screamed for help.

"I didn't want to do this either…"

There was a click as the mechanism on Robin's crossbow released, and he felt the arrow fly toward him. It only took him a split second to catch it in midair before it could strike him down. Robin stared in shock and with a horror they both felt as he knew what means were necessary, and he hoped that Robin wouldn't let him down.

"It never misses its target," he repeated, reaching his magic into that of the arrow and manipulating the fabric of the magic he found there so that it turned of its own accord and pointed straight at Roland. "And I've just changed the target."

It would find the boy. There was no undoing that now. But perhaps a protection spell like what he'd placed around Emma the night of the battle…

He let the tension build, playing this sick game of chicken with Robin. "If I drop my finger…"

"No!" Robin cried.

Behind him, as if on cue, every last one of the men in Robin's band took a simultaneous step toward Roland as if to fight. With a simple wave of magic, he froze them to their places, letting Robin feel alone and powerless, with only the squirmy struggles of his boy to push him to the brink.

"I don't want to…but I will."

His hand began to shake with effort, his magic demanding the necessary means, it was only by his thinking that if the boy died there would be no collateral that could move Robin that help him back. Fuck, he'd never had to fight his own magic before. He'd never felt it work against him like this!

"Daddy!"

"Wait!" Robin finally breathed. "Wait…" he begged as he set the useless crossbow down and went to the tree that he felt Regina's heart hidden by. Relief coursed through him when, after some digging, he presented him with a small pouch. Robin opened the bag as he stepped toward him, and showed him the heart inside. He didn't mention that it was unnecessary but nodded in thankfulness as he repackaged it and offered it to him.

"Thank you," he whispered as he accepted it. "And I am sorry, truly…"

He released the arrow, he had to, the magic demanded it, and the magic placed on the arrow demanded its target. But his magic was faster, it wrapped around Roland in a thick shield that would allow the arrow to satisfactorily find its target mere inches from the boy.

Roland flinched. The magic protected him. The arrow hovered and then dropped uselessly to the ground, no longer a threat. It only took a second for him to release the men and Roland from his bind. And then he was gone.

[chcsinghcppiness]

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name: D’Artagnan

cursed name: Mason Donovan

age: 24

occupation: musketeer

sexuality: straight

status: single

current location: Enchanted Forest / Storybrooke

shipping status: open

verses: here

D’Artagnan was born as the son of Jefferson, known as the Mad Hatter and Alice, fighter against the Queen of Hearts, of Wonderland. The two met at a very young age, formed immediately a connection and out of a short romance, a child was born. They could’ve chosen any place for the birth and they decided to choose the place that meant a lot to them. Wonderland. Due to the big events and wars the Queen of Hearts was causing, Alice decided it was safer for the family to leave her beloved land and travel to a new world, a safer world. But the rules of the hat were simple, two walk through and two walk back. As Alice made the hardest decision of her life and let her man and son go through the portal to give them a better life. Shortly after, she got killed. Jefferson and the baby went back to the Enchanted Forest. And it had been only a couple days in peace before the Dark One caught notice of his abilities and wanted him for his service. The Dark One knew that any distraction caused by the baby would be not to his liking, the reason he had made sure Alice got killed back in Wonderland. He left Jefferson up to the decision. By ripping his heart out, he had to decide to either give the boy away or strangle him to death. And against his wish and will, Jefferson knew the boy wasn’t safe with him and so he gave him away. Wrapped in a blanket with his name on it and a little necklace to his side with a little key to it, he soon got found by a young man, Robin of Locksley. Not leaving the baby there to die, he took the boy home to his love Marian where they raised the boy together. D'Artagnan grew up in the Sherwood Forest with his foster parents. It didn’t take long for Robin to see D'Artagnan as his son and so he taught him everything he needed to know to be a good, honest and brave man.

At the age of twelve, Marian expected her first child with Robin, who had become her husband. The little family was happy about the addition that was about to come, and the big brother D’Artagnan was going to be. Roland got born and shortly after, Marian got killed by the Evil Queen, leaving the three men back. Robin was devastated but didn’t give up. He was a good father to D’Artagnan and little Roland. But this death caused a certain anger inside the young boy that made him swear he would get his revenge on the Evil Queen. At the age of sixteen, D’Artagnan decided to leave his family and find his own path. As a passionate fighter and very skilled when it came to swords and other weapons, he crossed paths with three men that were about to change his life. Athis, Porthos and Aramis saw a lot of themselves in the young boy and in the end, he brought them back together to form an alliance against the Evil queen and her guards, just to ensure the safety of Snow White and prince Charming.

D'Artgnan was brought to Storybrooke with the first curse. As the young man Mason Donovan who had no family, no friends and seemed to have a favour for getting into trouble. He felt lost due to the feeling of never knowing who his father was, a feeling he had buried deep down inside him. Living in a crappy one room apartment with no colour in it, he was trapped in a life someone else had given him. When Emma came to Storybrooke, it didn’t take long for her to draw attention to the troublemaker. Mason reminded her a little at herself and how she had been around the age, even younger and that’s why she wanted to make sure he stayed out of trouble and behaved a little more. With some help of her, she made sure Mason got a job at the local supermarket which was owned by no one else but a long lost friend. Porthos. Mason had never been really a help at his store but doing Emma the favour and keeping the boy there was at least helping him to stay out of trouble. And for once he felt like he had a found a place he belonged to.

After the curse was broken, Mason remembered who he really was and felt relieved to know he wasn’t alone anymore, that his friends had been around him all this time. What he didn’t know was that his biological father, Jefferson, was trapped in the same town with the knowledge that everything was a curse. Not losing his first son but also his daughter he had been given to years later, he watched them from afar, how they were living their life without him.

After they defeated Peter Pan and the whole town getting brought back to the Enchanted Forest, D’Artagnan realized how much he had missed being out in the nature, having a sword in his hands and living a life he was born for. But this regained peace wasn’t lasting for long when another curse brought them back to Storybrooke. This time blessed with knowledge of who they were but cursed with memory loss of what had happened over the past year. Emma and Henry were back, trying to solve the mystery of what had happened. And the new curse brought new citizens to the town. Robin Hood, Roland and the Merry Men were now part of the town too, living deep hidden in the woods. D’Artagnan reunited with his family and decided to stay with them and the Merry Men in the forest. After Emma brought Marian back to Storybrooke, the little family was happily reunited. When Robin decided to leave Storybrooke along with Marian and Roland, D'Artagnan stayed in the cursed town along with his friends.

When Hades killed Robin, D’Artagnan decided it was time to let go of the grudge he still held against Regina and be there for her, the way his father wanted him to. And for the first time, the two were able to form some sort of bond. That didn’t last for long when he decided to leave Storybrooke and return to the Enchanted Forest along with Roland and the Merry Men.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

Miracles Can Happen

Summary: On July 16, 2013, Regina Mills and her son Henry boarded Storybrooke Airlines Flight 815 from Orlando to New York. Robin Locksley boarded the same flight. During the flight, a moment of bad turbulence rattles the passengers. But it gets worse when they land and find out that they’ve somehow flown five years into the future.

Now the passengers must navigate a world that has moved on without them and find where they belong in it. While they started as strangers, Robin and Regina soon find themselves relying on each other as they try to figure out what happened to them. And as they do, they start to wonder if maybe it all happened for a reason.

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 7: A Beach Day

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

"So, what do you want to do today?" Regina asked Henry, setting a plate full of eggs and bacon in front of him.

Henry shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well, we could get some back to school shopping out of the way," Regina suggested. It was getting closer to the start of the school year and she knew it was going to be difficult for him to go back to a class full of kids who were all younger than him while his friends were in high school. She wanted him to have everything he needed to look good and be prepared.

"I don't want to go shopping," Henry grumbled. "It's too nice out."

She sighed, knowing he had a point. "Well, then, do you have any ideas about what to do outside?"

"How about the beach?" Robin suggested, entering the kitchen. "Sorry to eavesdrop, but I thought I'd help."

"That's okay," Regina replied, glad someone had an idea. She turned to her son. "What do you think?"

Henry perked up. "I think the beach sounds like fun."

"Alright," she said, smiling. "Rockaway or Coney Island?"

"Coney Island," he replied. "We can do the boardwalk as well!"

She nodded. "But first, you need to finish your breakfast."

Henry grinned, eagerly eating his eggs now. She sipped her coffee as Robin joined them with a bowl of cereal. "Do you want to join us?" she asked him.

"Yeah, Robin," Henry replied. "You should come."

Robin grinned. "I would love to."

"Would Roland be able to come too?" Henry asked before shoveling another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Careful how much you're putting in your mouth," she warned him before glancing at Robin. She knew that she was still a sore spot between him and Marian and that was limiting what he could do with his son.

Robin shook his head, wiping his mouth. "He has preschool and it's too short notice to pull him out. Maybe another day."

"Okay," Henry said, turning back to his breakfast.

Once he was done, Regina sent him upstairs to get changed. She placed her hand on Robin's arm. "I'm sorry," she said.

He looked up at her, frowning. "For what?"

"The whole mess with Marian," she replied. "I hate that I fucked things up for you."

"No, that's not your fault," he insisted.

She gave him a look. "You don't need to protect me. We talked about this and agreed I made a mess."

"We agreed you overstepped," Robin reminded her. "But this is now on Marian. She acknowledges that you had a point but is still just lashing out."

"And you're suffering, not me. That's not fair," she told him.

He shrugged. "I'm pretty sure these things aren't supposed to be fair."

"That doesn't make it right," she reminded him.

"Well, no," he agreed. "But it also doesn't make it your problem. Don't worry about it."

She sighed. "Easier said than done."

He nodded. "I know. I worried about you when you were going through your issues with David."

"You were?" she asked, surprised.

"I was," he replied. "It took a lot for me not to come over here and deck him."

She chuckled, touched by his desire to protect her. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. That would've been a headache you didn't need."

"You think he would've pressed charges?" Robin asked.

"He's a cop," she told him. "So most likely, yes."

He winced. "Okay. Glad I didn't then."

"Me too," she replied, standing. "Anyway, I'm going to go get ready for the beach. I guess we'll leave in about twenty minutes?"

"That sounds good," he said, standing as well. He reached out and took her hand. "And thanks for letting me come."

She smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. "We're happy to have you. You're family now, whether you like it or not."

"Then it's a good thing I like it," he told her before releasing her hand. He left the kitchen, no doubt to get ready.

Regina cleared off her bowl and went to the kitchen, trying to ignore the flutters in her stomach at his statement. She had no romantic interest in Robin. They both were coming out of a relationship that had ended in disaster and both needed to heal their broken hearts. And they were also trying to piece their lives together after the same disaster that had destroyed their relationships.

A disaster that still remained unexplained. It was likely they would never get any answers and Regina wondered if they would truly be able to move on without them.

She pushed that thought aside. Today was supposed to be a fun day with her son and Robin. And that was all she was going to focus on.

[ouatnextgen]

Character Profile: Roland

(Updated his fancast)

Name: Roland Locksley Hood

Other names: RoRo (by his friends)

Boss (by the Merry Men)

Hoodie (by his friends, to annoy him)

Age: Twenty-four

Height: 6’2

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Gender: Cis Male (he/him)

Face Claim: Raphael Alejandro (young)

Noah Centineo (older)

Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Bisexual

Species: Human

Father: Robin Hood

Mother: Marian May

Adoptive Father: John Little

Sibling(s): Henry Mills (step-brother)

Robyn Hood (paternal half-sibling)

Other Family: Regina Mills (step-mother)

Zelena West (step-aunt)

Occupation: Baker (Storybrooke) leader of the Merry Men (EF)

Home: Sherwood Forest (born), Storybrooke (when he turned sixteen)

Favorite Color: Burgundy

Songs: The Nights- Avicii || Don’t You Worry Child- Swedish House Mafia || Wrecked- Imagine Dragons

Powers and abilities: Archery, swordsmanship

Weapons: His father’s bow and quiver, many daggers, a crossbow

Likes: Nobody

Birthday: February 1st, 2007

Zodiac: Aquarius (Generous, trustworthy, independent, logical, detached, indifferent, rebellious)

Personality Type: ESTJ (Extraverted, Observant, Thinking, and Judging) 

Roland possesses great fortitude, emphatically following his own sensible judgment. He often serves as a stabilizing force among others, able to offer solid direction amid adversity.

Description: Roland means “famous hero” in German. He has his mother’s black curly hair, brown eyes, and his father’s facial structure and nose.

[reginadimulini]

Ricordati a me

Regina Mills, also known as the Evil Queen, has one big wish. Find her true love and at the same time her happy ending to finally find inner peace, even though that she is aware of the fact that villains never get there happy ending. In addition there is a woman called Cora Mills, also known as her mother, who, as we know, would do everything to save her daughter from getting "weak“...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30065790

This is my second FF for Outlaw Queen, because I think that this ship has still to less FF.

And according to the fact that we are all dying every second:

Lower your Expectations, lower your Expectations for Outlaw Queen...

Canon can‘t hurt you when you replace it with a sweet fluffy/ smut FF!!!

[storiesxtold]

storiesxtold starter meme

Send me a symbol for a starter from that muse

📚 Belle French

🐴 Daniel Colter

🚓 David Nolan

🚨 Emma Swan

✒ Henry Mills

☠ Killian Jones

🔮 Regina Mills

🎯 Robin Locksley

🏹 Robyn Mills

🌲 Roland Locksley

🐺 Ruby Lucas

🍎 Snow White

🎡 Let the wheel decide

Do not reblog as this is specific to my muses

[outlawqueenbey]

Tethered To You 26

"Henry?"

Her heart stops. Braces itself against her chest as it gapes at her son. Her baby boy standing there smiling up at her from the doorway.

"Mom!"

He races over, wet muddy boots and all on her carpet, and it doesn't even cross her mind when his arms around wrapped tightly around her, his head buried into her chest. It's him. All of him snuggled into her. And she'd think maybe she had one too many glasses of wine with Robin, but her merlot remains relatively untouched.

"I missed you."

Henry burrows into her chest, holding her impossibly tight as she too wraps her arms around him, cupping the back of his head and presses a wet tear filled kiss into the crown of his head. He smells like soft warm cotton, like he always has. Summer fresh wind in the midst of cold winter snow's. Her voice croaks out, weak and disbelieving as it is, that she missed him too. Missed him more than her son will ever understand. More than she will ever be able to explain.

Leaning back, she's graced with his smile. The one's she only dreamed about seeing again. All bright and hopeful, cheerfully grinning up at her in the way only Henry can. It has her heart stumbling over itself at the sight of his green hazel eyes. He's here. He's home.

Running her hands through his hair, her lips meet his forehead, soft and gentle as he leans into it. Soaks it all in, and hugs her even tighter. "It's good to be home."

The statement has her brow furrowing. Not that she isn't absolutely over the moon her prince is home, but he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't remember her. Sniffing back her tears, she tips his head up, cupping his chin as she finally gets to look into those perfect hazel brown eyes she's missed so damn much. And it appears Henry is already aware of what her question is.

"Emma and I drank a memory potion."

"Who gave it to you?" Regina quirks her brow high.

"Hook did. We thought you guys sent him?"

Well...that never happened...Hook rode off day two they were in the enchanted forest on a ridiculous quest to get Emma back, how Regina wasn't sure, but he was adamant about it. They hadn't heard anything from him since that day.

"We didn't, but I'm so happy he found you."

Henry beams and buries himself back into Regina's arms. "Me too mom. I missed you a lot." A statement that sweet in theory isn't actually possible. She took his memories and altered them, replacing her with Emma for his entire life. He wouldn't have even known who she was for the past two years. A notion that has a lump forming in her throat she desperately tries to swallow back down. It doesn't matter now, he is home, back where he belongs.

"Where is Emma?"

"At Grandma's. She said I could spend the night here."

At least the saviour had some sense, Regina muses, smiling into the crown of Henry's hair. He's gotten so much taller. She can barely tuck his head underneath her chin anymore. So much time she's missed. And silently she vows to never let them be parted again. Come hell or high waters, Regina is stop the entire world from spinning if it means keeping her baby boy with her. And speaking of babies, Regina turns as she feels Robin step beside her, with Rose in tow.

She has another child. Something she never thought would happen, and for a moment, she feels a sense of dread wash over her as to how Henry is going to react. Praying that he doesn't think she replaced him, Regina presses a hard kiss to his hair once more, and then turns them both to face Robin.

She feels Henry stiffen at the sight of Robin and Rose. "Uh Hello?"

Robin smiles, and extends a hand, "Hi Henry, it's nice to finally meet you." For a moment Henry hesitates before shaking Robin's hand, and Regina tries to not think too much about the dark look that momentarily passed through her son's eyes. She will have to talk to him later about all of this going on. But for right now, this is good, having her son home with her, Robin and Rose beside her and another sleepy little boy upstairs. All the pieces of the puzzle are slowly coming together.

Holding onto her son, Regina settles down onto the couch beside him, combing through his hair as he stares at Rose. It must be jarring seeing all of this. But they haven't been properly introduced which hopefully will ease the tension that so clearly sits in Henry's shoulders. Picking Rose up from Robin's arms, she turns the baby girl who is staring up at Henry with wide eyes, not making a peep which is rather uncharacteristic.

"This is Rose." Regina smiles at her daughter, "She's your sister."

Henry frowns for a moment before flicking his eyes not to Regina, but over to Robin. "Who are you?" It's a bit rougher than Regina expected, but Robin takes it like a champion, smiling and leaning in.

"Robin of Locksley at your service. Your mother has told me a lot about you."

"Robin Locksley as in Robin Hood the thief?"

Regina stiffens at her son's laced tone. It's not like Henry to not be over the moon about meeting another person from the Enchanted Forest. Perhaps he is just tired and it is all overwhelming to be home, see her, meet his sister, and the man who … well Regina doesn't know what she and Robin are yet.

Chuckling Robin nods, "In my days yes I was a thief."

"Are you and my mom together?"

Blush floods Regina's cheeks, and she avoids Robin's uncertain clearing of his throat, opting to tickle into Rose's tummy. She's learning to smile, a gummy adorable pudgy cheeked thing.

"We are old friends." Robin ends up answering with, and Henry apparently isn't buying it. He can obviously see the similarities between Rose and Robin, he's not aloof by any means. "Are you her father?"

"I am."

Henry hums, frowns and turns back to Regina and Rose. "But you aren't together?"

"It's complicated Henry." Regina supplies, hoping to qualm the tension billowing in her living room. This isn't exactly how she thought this would all go. "We lost our memories of the past two years. Robin and I knew each other a long time ago, when I was the Queen. We apparently reconnected."

"Yeah I got that." Henry snaps, which is far too harsh for Regina's liking. She is still his mother and she will not tolerate that tone.

Reaching for his hand, she tries not to cringe at the way Henry momentarily flinches from her touch. "I know this is all strange and a bit jarring, but Robin is a good man, you don't have to worry."

Her boy softens at that, shakes his head and grins up at her. "I just worry about you mom."

"I know, but it's okay. This is one thing you don't have to worry about."

"Are you getting married?"

Robin stifles a choke at the question but stares at Regina for her answer none the less though she doesn't look back at him, not quite ready to venture into that territory just yet, even if they were lip locked only a few minutes ago. "We are figuring things out as we go."

"What does that mean?"

Goodness, he always had a thousand and one questions didn't he. "In all honesty, we sort of just figured out that Robin is Rose's father. She has magic and was showing us memories of the missing year."

"Years."

"What?"

"You were gone for two years mom."

Regina shrinks, she knows how long it's been. "I'm sorry Henry. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you."

He huffs a breath, and leans into Rose, "So I have a sister." His clear avoidance of the topic hits a sore spot in Regina's heart. She feels the guilt bubble inside her. They just need some time to explain everything that happened...once they know what happened.

"You do. She's a lot like you as a baby."

"Yeah?"

"Curious, absolutely brilliant." Regina smiles proudly, "Everyone adores her already."

They fall into a bit of small talk, more so over Henry's time in New York. He's going well in school, likes math, has a couple friends and even started playing soccer at school. Over the course of the night she see's him start to relax, almost like a wave passing over him as he even starts asking Robin questions about being an outlaw, if he can teach him to shoot a bow and arrow, and even if they can go camping sometime. Thankfully, Robin hadn't taken Henry's initial cold disposition to heart and engages smoothly in their conversation, promising he will do all of those things, if Regina says yes of course.

It's even gotten as comfortable as Henry asks to hold Rose, bouncing her happily on his lap as she pops spit bubbles in his face. Regina's breath becomes lighter seeing them together, brother and sister, content and calm with one another. Seems the storm has passed and the ease is settling in. At some point Robin had moved to the floor beside Regina's legs, half leaning against her thighs as he smiles quietly at the scene in front of them. Henry is a great kid. Regina raised him well. He just wishes he knew more about their life. Perhaps though, he is going to get that chance. They are going to get the chance to be a family. Something he never thought would happen.

When Rose finally falls asleep against Regina's chest, Henry yawns and snuggles into her side as well. She looks peaceful he realizes. A feature he's yet to see on her over the past months. "I should take Roland back to camp."

"You don't have too."

Robin's heart stumbles. "You sure? Henry's back and I understand if you want some alone time with him."

Regina smiles, finds his fingers and squeezes them gratefully. "I'm sure. There is a guest room you can stay in." He knows he shouldn't be disappointed, not getting to sleep beside Regina, but this is all new, or at least right now it is. Regardless of the fact that they have a daughter together, which clearly means at some point they were rather intimate, he knows they need time to figure everything out again. He's willing to wait. He's waited forever, a few more weeks won't kill him, at least he doesn't think.

"Why don't I put Rose to sleep upstairs and you take Henry? I'm sure he'd like his mother to tuck him in again."

Tears prickle her eyes at the mere thought as she nods in agreement. Slowly not to wake their daughter, Robin slides her from Regina arms, nestles her softly into his own and presses a kiss to Regina's forehead, bidding her goodnight. She watches them go, father and daughter up the stairs and to Rose's room.

"Henry?" She wiggles a bit, running her hands through his hair. "Honey let's get you up to bed." Beneath her, he grumbles, arches and cracks as they sit up together, Henry rubbing his eyes sleepily as he grins at her, "You gonna tuck me in?"

"Of course. Let's go."

His room hadn't changed with the curse, everything in it's proper place exactly as he left it. He hops into bed, Regina changing his clothes with magic, and she settles beside him, tucking the blanket up over his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm so happy you are here. I missed you more than you will ever know."

For a moment Henry's eyes fall from her's. "I thought when I saw Rose and Robin that maybe you forgot about me."

"Oh Henry." Her heart breaks and she lays down beside him, "I could never and will never ever replace you. I love you with all of my heart. You're my everything."

He smiles, snuggles into her chest like he did when he was younger, playing with the ends of her hair. She missed this. Having these quiet moments with her son. Everything was simpler when he was a toddler. Before saviours and curses came to rip it all apart. It's getting better.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too my prince."

She leaves him with one last kiss to his forehead, promises they can make waffles in the morning and closes the door behind her. The tears fall before she can catch them. Happy tears of relief. Her son is home. She has a family, granted one she doesn't really remember creating, but still, it's nearly perfect.

What's not perfect is her bed being empty when she walks in. It seems cold and lonely. With all the silk pillows lined up perfectly along the headboard. When she told Robin there was a spare room, what she didn't realize was that she didn't really want him in there. Even if they aren't sure what they are to each other just yet, she knows in her heart she does love him, always had and having him here, well it just seems like a loss in her books.

Slipping into her silk pyjamas, she tries to not think to much about how short the shorts are, or how she isn't exactly wearing a bra as she grabs her pillow and quietly pads towards the guest room. Stalling outside the door, those little voices in her head, rear their ugly heads, whispering that maybe Robin doesn't want her in his room, she's pushing her luck going in there, it will only lead to disappointment. She huffs a breath, runs a hand through her hair, and closes her eyes in a feeble attempt to gain some courage. They have a daughter together. Clearly they've already slept in the same bed at some point recently.

She's so consumed in her own head that she doesn't see the door pop open, doesn't register Robin in front of her until his hands find her waist. She jilts, stares up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Thankfully he doesn't comment on the fact she's just standing outside his door in her sleepwear, he just grins, and turns to open the door a bit more. Trying to hide her blush, she dips past him and sits on the bed. Her heart flutters when he too sits down beside her, shoulder to shoulder, his bare chest all exposed for her view pleasure.

She burns when Robin smiles bashfully at her, lacing their fingers together and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her palm. It's not the time to venture further into more intimate territory, they both know that, but being together, even if they don't remember it all, it's easier than Regina anticipated it would be. Slowly, Robin lays back on the bed, pulling Regina with him smoothly as she gives no real resistance, she was just standing outside his door after all. Curling into his side, her head rests on his chest, fingers play with the spattering of blonde hair she finds there, his warmth hugging her like a blanket. He too finds things to touch, the soft skin behind her jaw, a lock of hair on her shoulders, the expanse of her back down to the dip of her spine and back up again. It's natural and Regina swallows back against the lump in her throat that she actually gets to have this. A family. A person who quite possibly enjoys her company enough to have made a baby together. They are tethered to each other. She knows Robin's realized her tears when his hand suddenly stops combing through her hair and he slides down enough so that they are nose to nose.

Thumbing away a tear, he frowns, tips her chin up only to find more tears along her lashes. "What tis it?"

Regina shakes head, not wanting to open the flood gates, she just dips down into the crook of his neck, anchors her arms around his back and inhales heavy. He doesn't pry, he never did. Just does what he always did in their years that seem so long ago. He waits. Strokes down her back, up to the base of her skull, thumbs there for a while, trying to release whatever tension plagues her, and says nothing. It makes her feel like they are eighteen again. Hiding from the King she hated with every fiber of her being, holding onto Robin like a lifeline.

She muffles it into his neck, a whispered soft, "I just never thought I'd have this.", and wiggles into him further. His breath is warm against her brow when he tucks his chin down, presses a kiss to her forehead and quietly confesses back, "Either did I." He's so safe. She feels so safe with him. "Regina I know this is all rather odd right now, but I want you to know how grateful I am to have you and Rose and now Henry."

Chuckling wetly, Regina nods, slides her head out of the nook of his neck and pillow and runs her palm over the stubble on his cheek. "I'm afraid of what happens when the curse breaks."

"Why?"

Stifling down her nerves, she shrugs, lines her eyes with his lips instead of his far too understanding eyes, "I just don't want this to go away."

"It won't. I promise you that."

He sounds so certain that it has her gaze trailing up. He can't know it for sure. No one knows what will happen in the future. But his eyes tell her everything and more. Tomorrow they will figure it out, for now, Regina is quite content to just sleep beside a man she never thought she'd see again, one who had stolen her heart the moment his dimples cracked a smile at her.

Licking her lower lip, she bites back a quiet question she hopes Robin won't reject, a simple rather shy, "Kiss me goodnight?" And sure as she already knew in her heart, he smiles that smile and leans down to close the distance between them. It's soft, gentler than she's ever experienced before, and he doesn't let her lips go for a few breaths, sucks her lip into his, playfully licks over the lower one, and holds her tight. She hums into it. Breathes in everything that is him. He tastes like spearmint and the wine from earlier. And beneath her palm she can feel his heart thundering away. Kissing him is...well amazing. All of him is. The curve of his back, the muscles in his arms she traces with a fingernail, the shiver that rolls through them when she trails lower towards his backside, playing with the band of his boxers for a moment before returning back to neutral territory. He's not unaffected by her wanderings either. Groans into another kiss and squeezes her hip tight.

When they pull apart with a soft pop, Regina is grinning like a fool, matching Robin's as he blows a hot breath out of his nose, "I could get very used to that." She burns, aches for more of him to touch more of her, the quench the pulse between her thighs that have apparently parted and migrated over his own leg.

"Just think we made a baby together." She teases, pecking his lips once more as he deflates into her hair, "Christ woman. How dare you give me those images to go to sleep with."

"What images?" She pries playfully, damn well knowing his eyes are trained on her silk covered breasts that press against his chest. He shakes his head, nips at her collarbone and rolls them over so he is on top, she against the mattress. The arch in his brow has her legs clenching together, the way his body moves with every breath as he roams her body for a moment. "Seems unfair you know?"

"What does?" She tucks a foot over his calf, tucking him fractionally tighter to her hips. Robin whines, nearly whimpers as he slides down over top of her, buries his face into her neck and laces theirs hands together above her head. "Knowing that I have seen you naked and I can't remember it."

"I think you did a lot more than see me naked thief." She know's it's ruthless to tease him again, but she can't help it. She feels light and free right now, and it's coming naturally to her, to them. And on cue Robin puffs out hotly, bites at her earlobe and blazes a row of affections across her jawline, nipping at her lips when she tries to kiss him again. He dips and she follows, desperate to taste him again, but apparently he too is in a playful mood, and if she is going to test and tease him, well clearly it's fair game for him to do the same.

A whine escapes her on the fourth failed attempt to capture his mouth and she huffs, scowls and arches underneath him, wrapping her thighs around his hips, "Play fair Robin."

He grins wolfishly at her, wriggles and settles himself between her thighs, "You started it."

"And I'm about to finish it." She rolls them fast, catching him off guard, and lands squarely on top, straddling him from above with a triumphant smile. Leaning down she kisses him, hard, runs her fingers through his hair and lets her weight go until she is laying all over him. "Good night."

Robin chuckles, kisses her again, and lets her slide from his lap to the pillow next to him, grinning like a lovestruck fool the entire time as Regina sighs, rests her head on his shoulder and finally let's sleep claim her. He could very much get used to this.

He wakes a little while later to a muffling of words coming from the hallway. Cracking his eyes open, it's not Regina making the noise, she is dead asleep beside him still. The whispers floats through the room again, and the hairs on the back of Robin's neck stand up, his mind waking immediately as he searches the dark dim room. They'd left the door open. A crack of light coming from the hallway illuminates a pair of green eyes darkly glaring at him.

It's Henry. He's just standing there, a snarl on his lips as his mouth moves a thousand miles an hour. Robin's gut knots though he lays still, not wanting to scare Regina's son, but the protective side of him begins to creep out. It's not english that hits his ears, but a dialect he's never heard. Straining to try and capture something that makes sense, he swears a dark purple pulse of light slides along the wall. Perhaps he is hallucinating. Henry doesn't have magic.

He turns over, but the boy is gone. Beside him Regina reaches for him, blinking her eyes open as Robin stares at the doorway. "What's wrong?" He tears his gaze away and down to her tousled hair and sleep riddled eyes. She smiles lazily at him when he shakes his head, muttering a quiet nothing back, and tucks her back into his arms and she is gone within seconds. But Robin doesn't sleep, because something is very very wrong, and he has to tread carefully, Henry is Regina's entire world, questioning what he thinks just happened could end up ruining everything he and Regina have built together.

But still, something is wrong.