oq prompt; 'new robin' from 6b somehow gets his memories back and remembers regina idk i hope it happens pls write it better than a&e will
It’s the shattering of glass that catches her attention, eyes pulled to the billowing curtains as her breath catches in her throat. She can practically taste the dark magic at work.
It’s her fault that he’d thought to come here. Her idiotic fault for making him feel as though he wasn’t enough because he was, he was. She couldn’t help her grief though, the sorrow at having someone look so very much like her Robin - he wasn’t as aged, his smile didn’t always hold the same warmth, his eyes the same experience - yet not know her as he had.
She’d thought that she was alone in the house, hadn’t realised that he’d returned when she’d confessed her agonising thoughts to Snow over the phone and he’d said nothing when she had discovered her in the kitchen, merely asked if she’d like help with dinner. This morning though, the note he’d left on her pillow, apologising that he wasn’t who she needed, had revealed otherwise.
It had only been Archie’s mention that he’d noticed Robin making his way to Gold’s shop that had sent alarm bells ringing in her head.
The click of her heels was barely heard beneath the roaring thunder of magic. Strange scented winds whipped at her hair and clothes as she threw back the thick red curtain and forced her way into Gold’s back room to find the imp and Robin in the middle of the room.
“What are you doing!?”
Only Robin turned at the sound of her voice. He was kneeling on the ground, trembling at the force of the magic cutting through him but his voice was steady, his eyes sure as he replied, “I’m doing the right thing. I’m giving him back to you.”
Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she cried, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“He has a family, your Robin,” he grimaced as a particularly strong beam of magic pulsed through him, “he has a family, friends, honour.” He shook his head, “He deserves this life, he’ll live it better than I will.”
Tears were streaming from her eyes, she wanted her Robin back with every ounce of her being but, “You can’t do that! I won’t let you!”
He chuckled sadly, knowing she’d fight and replied, “You have no choice,” and with a mere flick of his wrist, Regina felt herself falling into unconsciousness, Robin’s smile following her all the way into the darkness._______________
She smiled at the sound of his voice, as soft as the pillows beneath her head. His warm palm was pressed to her belly, lips trailing along her collarbone as his hot breath blew gently over her skin. “Go back to sleep.”
She was used to this by now. The dreams, the wonderful dreams in which she was reunited with him even if only for a few moments. At first it had distressed her, she’d wake in a cold sweat and sob and sob and sob but now she knew not to waste the time she had with him, even if it wasn’t real.
He followed the slope of her neck, pulling a shudder from her with the feel of his stubble trailing over delicate skin, elicited a soft chuckle when he bit at her earlobe and the corner of her jaw before he whispered her name again and asked her, “Open those beautiful eyes for me, sweetheart.”
She shook her head playfully, grinning as her hand moved up to cup his cheek.
“Why not?” He dropped kisses all over her face: her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead.
She swallowed past her grief and fought hard to keep a smile on her face as she whispered, “Because, if I do, you won’t be here anymore.”
He kissed the corner of her mouth, the hand on her belly stroking gently, soothingly as he whispered back, “What if I promise that I will be?”
She bumped her nose against his, eyes still closed as she teased, “You know I wouldn’t believe you.”
He stole a sweet kiss from her, chuckling against her mouth when she lifted her head to prolong the contact before he coaxed her down with a hand on her cheek and asked, “And what if I asked you to trust me?”
That had the smile fading from her lips as her throat tightened and her brow furrowed gently. “You know that I would.”
Those lips found her own once more and she couldn’t help but moan at the urgency of his kiss, hands rising to grip at his cheeks as she parted her lips and slid her tongue against his in long and luxurious passes. She didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to let this feeling go but the decision was made when he tipped his head away from her to catch his breath and asked, “Please,” stroking back her hair from her face. “Open your eyes, my love.”
A shuddered breath left her parted lips, her heart already aching at the thought of losing this wonderful moment with him but even in her heart, even in her own imagination she’d do anything for him and so, very slowly, she began blinking open her eyes, already crying as she did so.
Her heart practically stopped when she felt him catch the falling drops with his kisses, her fingers curling in the - very real - heat of him as the memories of the previous night returned to her.
He pulled back just as slowly as she’d opened her eyes, his grin warm and wide, his own eyes as wet as hers. “You’re here,” she breathed, “you’re real.”
He nodded gently, dropping to press another kiss to her lips before he whispered, “And I’m yours.”