Outlaw Queen One Shots

I'll Love You For Always

She sat on the park bench as the icy wind ran its bony finegrs through her dark locks. The bench was seemingly colder than the foreign land of Antartica--though she’d never been there and couldn’t be sure it was even real. The chilly world was like ice around her, the grass frosty, the lake an icy blue (like his eyes, those eyes she missed, those eyse she tried so hrd not to think about).

She felt none of it. She was numb.

She remembered the last time she had been here, the last time she had sat on this very bench. She had been with him, and Marian (or rather, Zelena, who had at the time been disguised as the maiden) played near the edge of the water with Roland, tossing pieces of bread to the ducks...

The boy’s soft brown curls bounced as he hopped around, a smile plastered to his face, dimples poking into his cheeks.She smiled softly as she watched him, and for a moment she forgot that Marian ever existed, she imagined it was just her and Robin and his son, spending th day in the park. She was brought back to reality, however, by her soulmate’s hand on her shoulder.

She glanced at him briefly, her smile fading into something close to a frown.

She looked back to Roland and Marian.

“At the end of the day, our children come first.”

“Regina?”

“She’s his mother…”

“I choose you.”

She scoffed at him. Me? The Evil Queen? she thought. No one could ever choose me. Not as a first choice…

She felt his eyes gazing at her, could sense the love in them without even looking at him. She realized he was serious.

“But… But Roland. What will this look like to him”

“It’s gonna look like a messy,complicated situation. Which it is. But if I went back to my life with Marian, I’d be living a lie. The best example I can set for my son is to live truthfully. To follow my heart… To you.”

She pursed her lips in a failed attempt to suppress a smile. She felt him move next to her, and she turned to face him, wondering what he was doing. She watched as he pulled a folded, yellowing paper from the inside pocket of his coat, and careully unfolded it with his strong capable hands. Page 23.

She grinned from ear to ear, then, as he handed the delicate thing to her. She let out a soft, happy laugh as she ran her fingers over the aging image printed there, and he put his arm arund her shoulders…

The rest of the memory she didn’t care for, as it led to her soulmate leaving with his undead wife and son, leaving her to rip page 23 to shreds, much like the way her heart felt.

She thought then of his return to Storybrooke, of her trip to New York with Emma to find him, to save him from her completely bonkers sister...

She knocked on the door and held her breath, trying to stuff her rising hopes back down to the pit of her stomach. She straightened her dress, brushed off the nonexistent crumbs that clung to the fabric, smoothed her hair.

“Robin?” she called softly.

She waited a few moments, tried to be patient. Tried to give him time.

He could be in the bathroom, or tucking Roland in to bed, she told herself.

She knocked again, more urgently now.

“Robin, open up!”

She tried not to look too nervous or excited, just in case he had managed to fall back in love with his wife, told herself she would let him make the first move. Just to be safe, to save herself from any embarassment.