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This is a late entry for #OQArtist week, based this sexy manip of @starscythe *fans self* . I realize this is probably a bikini Regina is wearing, and this is probably a beach scene judging from the wet strands of hair, but Regina has this flawless movie star makeup on and she always seemed a bit too refined for beach sex. The facial expressions are so sexy and needy, I pictured something sweaty and intimate between two people desperate for one another. So I always saw this art as something quite different.

Thanks Bea as always. Betaing porn is hard, ya'all, and she betas it like a champ. I guess trigger warnings are in place. This is a hard M rating (shocking I know) and things get…intense.

It’s just coffee.

She repeats that every time they go out in these excursions.

They are coworkers, and it’s just coffee. Or in her case, tea. Just tea.

Coworkers drink coffee and tea together.

There’s nothing scandalous about that.

But coworkers don’t find whatever excuse they can to brush against one another. Coworkers don’t trade intimate details of their lives that they don’t even share with best friends, cry on each other’s shoulders, or spend the majority of the day stealing glances at one another. And coworkers definitely, definitely do not fantasize about one another.

So maybe she’s just a coworker to him, but he is absolutely more than that to her.

“He asked me to marry him,” she says quietly. She hates to bring it up, but Robin should know about the proposal. He’s her friend. Her best friend. The only person in this entire competitive, cutthroat network whom she trusts. Definitely the only person who honestly cares about her. But it’s not that, not just the fact that they are friends that has her feeling obligated to tell him about the proposal. He should know because of the way he looks at her.

The way they look at one another.

She watches his eyes fly to her naked ring finger. “What did you say?” He looks hopeful, as if she finally made the right decision. But he’s wrong.

“We’ve been dating forever, and I think there’s more positive than negative. I said yes.” She covers her left hand with her right. “The, er, ring is being resized.”

“Eight years and he doesn’t know your ring size,” Robin grumbles.

“Do you?” She asks defiantly. “It’s not something men know, unless you are in a habit—”

“A habit of buying jewelry for the woman you love?” he quips. “I assure you if I had proposed to you I’d know your ring size. I’d take one of your rings to the jewelers to match it. Or, Christ, a good jeweler could show you what each width looks like, and, I’ve held your hand enough to know what your fingers feel like from memory, so I'd—”

It’s a bit too honest, has her squirming a bit, because he’s right, absolutely right, he’s held her hand so many times, but also, this is wrong. Absolutely wrong. And what right does he have to criticize her decisions in her love life when he’s never tried to be a part of it?

“Sorry,” he breathes, “I should be congratulating you, I’m just… I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

That’s… sweet, she supposes. And to be fair she’s shared her problems with Graham many times, so perhaps it’s understandable that Robin would feel this way.

“If there’s someone better, I haven’t found him.” Regina says, staring defiantly at him.

“Any man in his right mind would be over the moon to have you,” he whispers. It’s honest, too honest. But she’s made her choice, and this can never be, anyway. There’s a strict no fraternization policy at work. He’s technically her boss, so that’s an extra layer of forbidden, isn’t it?

“Let’s talk about something else,” Regina says, lifting a hand off the table to smooth her hair. “Something to make me feel… happy.”

He offers her a sad smile, and she knows it’s very telling that talk of a proposal is depressing her, but well, that’s the way it is, damn it.

He shifts the topic to their quirky coworker, and then they are laughing, exchanging jokes and smiles and touches as if nothing had changed.

Things go well until her phone pings. It’s a reminder chime, and she frowns, glancing down at it curiously. There’s nothing on the schedule for today that she can remember.

“Shit,” Regina grumbles, “Robin, there’s a meeting today. In 5 minutes.” She turns her screen to his.

He looks puzzled. “I swear I didn’t know anything about this, Regina.”

He grabs his phone and checks emails frantically. “Looks like it’s an emergency meeting to deal with the Army of God threats again.” He rolls his eyes.

“Anything I should be worried about?” Regina asks, sipping the last of her tea.

“No, no credible threats. But their leader is appearing on Fox today, and we expect him to give us and a few other organizations a bit of a shout out. You know how that goes.”

“Get ready for hate mail and death threats,” Regina says rolling her eyes and rising from her chair. “We are going to be late. We have to hurry.”

The meeting is on the fifth floor. She thinks he realizes what that means at the same time she does — right when they reach the elevator. The fifth floor meeting room is large, with glass walls that face the elevator. Everyone will see them walking in late, together, and that won’t do much for rumors that have already started about the two of them.

And really, with her occupation, it’s sort of assumed she will try to sleep her way to the top at one point or another. Who better than a media director often tasked with assigning high profile interviews to reporters like her?

“You take the elevator,” he says, with a frown. “I’ll use the back stairs.”

The back elevator and stairs are not to be used for anything other than moving in the high profile guests or interviewees that need and added layer of security. Robin is one of only a few with the code. And while he can’t use the back elevator (risk of being seen using a secured area) he can probably sneak up the stairs. No one really even knows that stairwell exists. It’s hidden and secure, designed that way for good reason.

Regina nods. “See you there.”

He smiles at her and rushes off, waving slightly as he goes.

And then she waits for her elevator as impatiently as one can possibly wait.

(She will look back on this day and thank god for the fact the elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor at a treacherously slow pace. Thank god that she figured she could use the exercise. Thank god it all, because she might have been dead had she waited for it. Instead, she’d opted for the stairwell. It was only five flights, after all…)

After what feels like an hour, but is only probably a few minutes, she turns towards the stairwell and decides to make up for lost time. She’s cursing her heels as she rounds the stairs to the third floor when the first explosion hits with a Crack and a Boom!

It’s so much noise, so loud it almost feels as if there’s no sound at all. Debris falls from the ceiling, covers her in dusty plaster and paint chips, and god knows what else, her head is spinning, ears are ringing, eyes burning as there is one thought going through her mind.

Robin.

The explosion reverberates everywhere in that stairwell, echoed and shimmied from every inch of the walls, and she doesn’t know where it came from, but god let it not have come from that secured stairwell. Not where they keep the high profile guests, where someone who is targeted might be hiding, please let him be alright.

She turns back to the third floor door and opens it. People are panicking, running towards her, a fire alarm is sounding, the emergency lights are flickering, and the crowd is shouting that she turn around, but she’s not listening, her mind is racing with hypothetical scenarios she wishes she could erase from her memory, heart nearly exploding at the thought of losing him.

Robin, please be okay, Robin.

She reaches the secured area in the back, elbowing past frantic people trying to push her away. But it’s mostly clear now. She hears some pop, pop, popping from above, isn’t sure what that is, what’s happening, and the ceiling above feels like it’s moving, giving out… will it collapse?

She reaches the back area, finds that secured back door, and knocks and screams. It’s still locked. She had held out hope that with the electricity going out maybe the electronic lock would fail and she’d be able to get to Robin.

But they must have a different power source. The code button is still there, gleaming red awaiting an electronic badge or code to be punched into the keypad below. And she has neither.

She has nothing but fists and her voice as she punches and screams.

“Robin! Robin!”

Robin is alive, Robin is okay. He’s resilient and smart and cunning and he’s a survivor and that’s what survivors DO. They survive.

These little pop pop pops sound closer and louder now, she still isn’t sure what it is, but it’s followed by more screams and that can’t be good.

There could be anything on the other side of this door, she very well knows that. There could be men with guns and suicide bomb vests on, Robin could already be dead, they could have used this stairwell to—

It really doesn’t matter to her, she’d gladly risk her life for that wonderful man. He’s everything to her.

“Robin, please!” She screams again. Her hands are bloody now, banging carelessly against an ungiving door.

I’m struggling with the next chapter of An Unwelcome Return. It’s going to start with a conversation between Regina and Robin discussing Regina’s infertility and lead up to the confrontation with Leopold but I’m struggling to find inspiration for what to include in between both events…

What do people want to see? Regal believer? More Outlaw Queen? Captain Swan finding an apartment together? Snowing? Dimples Believer? What would you guys prefer to see?

There aren’t going to be many more chapters left on that one and then I’m either going to continue working on A Different Kind of Reality or A Reluctant Secret or Hot for Teacher depending on which takes my fancy.

Well, since you asked so nicely… Just a tiny morsel.

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So…perfect

Robin stared at Regina, trying to process what she had just said. Regina looked into his eyes nervously, unsure of how he would react. She had rehearsed it the whole ride over, keeping Rocinante at a walk most of the time, as she’d heard riding could cause a miscarriage. But, when she saw him, all rehearsal went out of her mind, and she blurted it out as soon as she’d pulled him aside.

After a moment of getting over the shock of her announcement, Robin said,

“You’re…with child?”

“Yes,” she said, putting a hand on her abdomen. He slowly reached up and put his hand there too. He started smiling and Regina breathed a sigh of relief.

“I know it makes things complicated,” she said.

“A bit,” Robin admitted, putting his other hand on her shoulder in reassurance. “But, we’ll be able to handle it together.”

“Yes,” she said, allowing herself to smile about for the first time since she’d realized what was really wrong with her.

Robin leaned in to kiss her, to which she responded eagerly. This went on for a few moments before Will interrupted.

“Oy! Love birds! If you want some of this feast, you better get over here!” he shouted, his mouth full of a turkey leg he’d pulled from the basket.

Robin and Regina laughed and started walking over to their friends. Regina smiled still more at the idea that they’d become her friends too.

“So, what was that about?” John asked as they sat down on the ground. “You looked so serious when you arrived.”

“Well,” Regina said, looking over at Robin. He shrugged and nodded. “I found out we’re going to have a baby.”

They slept late the next morning. Regina woke up slowly. She blinked her eyes open, but she felt so comfortable she didn’t want to move. As she woke up, she realized there was an arm around her and she started to remember everything that had happened last night. She smiled and turned over in her bed to see Robin sleeping peacefully next to her. His soft snores were still rhythmic so he wasn’t waking up yet.

Regina judged by the sun outside that it was mid morning. She had told her maid that she wasn’t to be disturbed until she rang, no matter how late in the day it was, and it seemed so far the girl was respecting her wishes. Eventually they’d need to eat, but Regina decided not to worry about that just yet.

Regina stayed snuggled under his arm for a few more minutes before she carefully got out of her bed. She didn’t want to wake him when he was still so peaceful. She went into her bath chamber to wash up, and then went to her vanity to brush her bed hair. When she was satisfied it no longer looked disheveled, she went to her wardrobe to find her white dress, one of the few garments she didn’t need assistance getting into.

It was when she was finishing buttoning herself into the dress that Regina heard Robin’s soft snores stop and he stirred. He slowly raised his head and sat up to take in his surroundings. When his eyes landed on her, he smiled.

The morning of Snow’s birthday was incredibly hectic. The servants were hustling to make sure everything was ready in time for the gates to open so the public could come to the show.

Regina took her breakfast in her bed chamber as she usually did. As happy as she was that things might just work between her and Robin, and as much as she would have liked to join him and the rest for breakfast, it wouldn’t be wise to make the king any more suspicious or angry. When she was finished eating, her maid helped her into a shimmery forest green gown that had jewels around the neckline. She decided to continue the half up do for her hair, as it had been so well received the previous night and the king didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

The weather was surprisingly nice and sunny for winter day. Everyone was bundled up, but no one was shivering as guests moved into the courtyard where the staging area was set up. Since Snow had insisted the people be able to join the celebration, it had to be out of doors.

Regina, Snow, and the King were seated at their usual event seats up high. Some other royals and nobles who had come to visit were in the higher seats, while villagers and farmers mingled with the servants on the ground. Snow was bouncing up and down in her seat with anticipation as Regina ascended the stairs to take her seat. She avoided his gaze, but still noticed him give her gown a once over. When he couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with it, he looked towards the staging area again. Snow leaned over her father to talk to her step-mother.

So this is my contribution to the incredible Outlaw Queen Advent Calendar. You can read it on their incredible site, or scroll down here. 

Again, thank you for including me in such a great project. I’m honored to be a part of it.

Hoodwinked: 

There.

The final ornament dangles perfectly from its branch, and Regina steps back, gazing at the tree in satisfaction. She grins as her tinsel strewn outlaw moves to the outlet and rubs his hands together in eager anticipation, just waiting for a nod from her to light up the enormous Balsam Fir he and the boys had brought home earlier that afternoon. She moves to the bouncy seat, unstrapping a bright-eyed, fidgety infant who is making intense faces of concentration and emitting a distinctive odor.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” Regina states, kissing the girl’s soft, fuzzy head and cradling her to her chest, silently noting that a diaper change is in order as soon as the tree has been lit.

Henry, Holly, Robin… wait. There’s one missing from the family head-count.

“Where’s Roland?”

Robin and Henry look around the room simultaneously before glancing back at her in confusion, and she turns her attention to the staircase, calling out the boy’s name, noting the abandoned box of unbreakable ornaments she’d given him to hang still sitting untouched beneath the tree.

Where has the child gone? He’d been more excited than anyone at the prospect of decorating the tree.

Holly squirms and lets out a mewl, reminding her mother of the uncomfortable state of her bottom just as Robin opens and sticks his head out the front door, allowing in a blast of cold air that prompts Henry to step back and shiver.

“Roland? Are you out here?”

There’s a muffled, human noise from around the corner, one that straightens her spine and makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. Robin is out the door in a flash, coat forgotten as he scans the front yard, and she starts to pass off the baby to Henry so she can join the search, the dangers presented by her imprisoned sister still fresh and raw in the forefront of her mind.

Then the back door opens, followed by a scraping sound she can’t quite identify.

“Can somebody close the door for me?”

DESCRIPTION: Regina Mills is a single mom with a demanding job as one of the top oncologists in the country. What happens when a little boy from London arrives with what looks to be incurable cancer? Can she save him? More importantly, can she save herself from falling for his father? OutlawQueen.

Seriously read it. It’ll break your heart in all the right ways. It’ll make you cry and laugh and realise how precious life is. It is one of the most beautiful stories I have read. Written perfectly.

OK so I am rubbish at describing things but even if I could it wouldn’t matter just please read it

“Don’t mess with us.” Source: Sean’s Instagram.

She can hear Robin’s voice whispering against her ear, can feel Henry’s arms tightly wrapped around her waist, can sense Roland’s little halds always finding hers when they are together. Warmth and tranquility embrace her, the delicate arms of light carry her body and shoote her soul. She is not afraid anymore, the pain no longer matters, she is finally under the light.

You can also read it on ff.net.

PART I – The Queen is Dead

It is not the warm breeze that tickles her skin nor the soft amber of dawn that permeates through the curtains, creeping into the room in the most gentle manner that awakens her. It is, instead, the throbbing ache in the back of her neck, that radiates down her spine and makes the fingers that lay under her cheek uncomfortably numb. Dark eyes open for a brief moment and squint against the soft morning light, but her head seems to protest and she closes them again as even the smallest ray of light feels like fire raging through chestnut colored orbs. God, her entire body seems to protest.

She takes a few deep breaths and tries to move again, but the mere effort to open her eyes seems to be more than her body can take at the moment. What the hell happened? She thinks and slowly, carefully shifts against warm sheets so she can rest on her back and ease the shooting pain on her left side. She breathes in and out, resting slender fingers against her tonned abdomen, calmy counting each intake of breath. In and out, she repeats like a mantra, focusing on the up and down motion of her ribcage until the physical discomfort becomes unendurable. Her stomach lurches at the stabbing feeling that dissipates throughout every inch of her body and she launches her small frame forward in one quick montion, empting whatever contents she had in her stomach as she desperately grips the side of the bed.

Regina and Robin’s flirty messages  (read from left to right, upside down, instead of upside down, left to right - do I make sense?)

Anonymous by @laurarosliniforever

Outlaw Queen AU:  “Robin swallowed hard. His stomach dropped somewhere near his knees and the floor, as realization that this was no candy bar sale slammed into him harder than ten shots of whiskey. His gaze shifted from boy to the girl. “I’m Henry, and this is my friend Olivia.” He waited a beat as he took a breath, then said three words that forever altered Robin’s world. “She’s your daughter”.“[Fanfiction.net]