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Day 4 DOQ Week: Bandit!Regina DOQ
A/N: I couldn’t think of anything fun for this day, so I set it in the Heroes & Villains verse because who doesn’t love Bandit!Regina? Thanks as always to @repellomuggletum15 for the beta!
Regina steels herself and opens the heavy door to the tavern, preparing for the worst.
This place is off the beaten road, unlikely to draw in the Queen’s guards and spies, and thus it’s become sort of a safe haven for runaways and criminals. Regina is both these things, and cannot afford to eat and drink and warm herself at the safer, more well lit places near town. So when she has a bit of coin, and when her clothes are soaked to the bone, she wanders in for a pint of ale and some of the warmth of the fire.
She’s one of the few women who frequent the tavern while they are off the clock. There are working women there, bar maids and harlots alike. But women customers? And single ones at that?
She stands out, so she tries to avoid going to the tavern at this late hour, except when it’s necessary. And it’s necessary now, as it’s pouring down rain, and she desperately needs some shelter, and some heat.
She’s readied herself for the hoots and whistles she’s grown accustomed to every time she steps inside the rowdy bar. But this time, there’s not a single sound to be made.
She looks around, puzzled. She should be relieved, is relieved, to finally not have a captive audience watching her every movement.
“You’re not the only act in town, sister.” The bitter dwarf scoffs at her, rolling his eyes at her as she makes her way up to the bar. And then she looks around to see exactly what that idiot had been referring to.
The eyes of the entire tavern are on the woman with the wavy blonde hair in the corner.
Regina takes a moment to admire her.
She’s wearing a dress, still, but it’s soiled and damp. Her hair is tangled and untamed, with bits of leaves stuck in some of the strands. It has probably been awhile since she’s had a real place to sleep.
“That’s Maleficent,” Granny says, handing Regina a pint. “The Maleficent. God knows how she got all the way over here. The girl’s wanted dead or alive by Queen Aurora. Between you and her, I’m making enemies with two of the most powerful sorcerers in the land. The queens will probably have a showdown right here and burn the place. So thanks for that.” The old lady frowns. She talks a big game, but Regina knows Granny worries about her, about almost all her customers. When she had nothing, Granny dropped her a key and told her to keep warm for the night, on the house. She justified it of course, by saying that if Regina died, she’d lose a loyal customer. She was only investing in the girl, hoping to get many years of drinks out of her.
The next time she handed her a room key, Granny said it was because she had become an attraction of sorts at the tavern, and if Regina died she’d lose a “free show”.
So yes, the woman cares. And it shows, in the way she looks at her, with that glimmer of worry. “You should talk to her. Give her some tips for the bandit life. She’s holding her own quite well here, but I’m not sure how she’s lasted this long. She does not look well.”
Granny hands Regina a key without a word as to who it’s for or why she’s giving it to her. She thinks she’s supposed to give it to Maleficent. But hell, it’s pouring down rain and she is cold and tired of the forest floor. She’ll keep the room herself unless it’s taken away from her.
Regina makes her way to an open seat. She glances at the men congregating around Maleficent and rolls her eyes. The woman is doing well though, batting away hands, her face screwed into a glare so deadly that Regina can feel them from over here.
She’ll have to learn how to make that face, because it seems to be working.
“She’s worse than the ice queen over here,” grimaces one of the bar’s regulars, pointing in Regina’s direction.
“I’ve always wanted to meet an ice queen,” Maleficent drawls, motioning for Regina to sit next to her. “Come here little one, let’s be frosty together.”
Regina likes to keep to herself, to find a place as close to a fire as possible and sit while her wet clothes warm and dry. But she finds this woman so intriguing, she wants to talk to her. And not out of some obligation with Granny, either.
So she grabs her mug of ale and moves to her table, sitting where a disgruntled drunk has just left, cursing about Maleficent being some sort of tease.
“You must be Regina,” Maleficent says, holding out her hand. “I’m Maleficent. Though I’m sure you know that.”
Regina nods. “I’ve heard of you… but Stephan’s… I mean Aurora’s kingdom is far from here—”
“Yes, well…” Maleficent looks down at her soiled dress and sighs. “I was doing just fine. I had made quite a life for myself in the neighboring kingdom. But then… Aurora employed the use of fairies.” She wrinkles her nose. “Rather unpleasant creatures. They put a locator spell on me and found me an instant. I escaped from the dungeon knowing it was only a matter of time before I was caught, unless I ran far. Even here… I’m not sure…”
She looks around, making sure none of the men are currently looking at her. Thankfully nearly all of them have their eyes focused on a newly erupted bar fight on the opposite end of the room. “I traded nearly everything I had for this. She grabs at the necklace she is wearing, to free the pendant that is currently hidden in her cleavage.
It glows bright green.
“Pixie dust?” Regina asks.
“Anti-pixie dust. Fairy repellant. Makes me invisible to the little blood suckers.” She puts the vial away, safely sandwiched between her perfect breasts.
“Of course, this means I have to start over. I stole this from a clumsy merchant,” she looks at her dress grimacing. “It’s not my style. but it was better than the burlap sack I was wearing before. The sea witch needed the clothes off my back to make this.”
“Ursula gave you this?” Regina asks incredulously. She has always been fascinated by Ursula, so many myths about her. She admires the woman, so resilient after the entire sea has been set against destroying her.
Maleficent nods. And then she leans over to a nearby drunk’s messenger bag and scoops up an apple. She grabs a knife from somewhere (perhaps it was in her boot) and starts to cut it into slices.
“I’ve been on the lamb for years, little bandit. I keep my ears and eyes open. I’ve had plenty of time to build favors and make connections. Unfortunately I had to call in every last one to get to this. But it’s been two weeks and there’s not a fairy in sight, so I’ll take it.”
“I heard you were a fairy,” Regina whispers, “or some sort of—”
“Witch? Yes, so I’ve heard. I feel there’s something inside me I haven’t harnessed but…” She throws the knife she holds up in the air. It spins and tumbles up, then boomerangs down and falls into her hand, the handle right against her palm, the sharp blade pointing away from her. “So far my talents are quite… ordinary. Now, I’ve heard you are anything but ordinary. Please, tell me the story of the masquerade ball heist, I’ve heard it many a time, and still don’t believe it.”
They trade stories then, enjoy each other’s company. The men around them are shut out, ignored. Until a particular man makes his entrance.
“Well, if it ain’t the prince of thieves!” The dwarf shouts. Regina can’t help but glance up, finding the handsome thief staring back at her with those annoyingly beautiful blue eyes. He smiles and winks at her. And then he must notice the woman next to her, because he cocks his head a bit as if to say Who is she?
She sees John whispering something into his ear and assumes that he is explaining the identity of the blonde woman next to her.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind sharing a hay tick with that specimen over there,” Maleficent whispers in a sultry tone.
“Who?” Regina asks innocently.
“Who do you think? The gorgeous one.” Mal points directly at him. Regina fights the feeling of jealousy in her, the voice inside her head that keeps repeating Mine. “Who is that anyway?”
“Robin,” she breathes, staring back at him. He must be celebrating. There’s plenty of ale being passed around, and men keep slapping him on the back. He’s laughing and talking animatedly about something… but his eyes keep wandering back to her, offering her that smile of his that makes her heart skip a beat. She glances back at Maleficent who has her eyebrow cocked up, and it’s only then that Regina remembers she didn’t fully answer her question. “Hood,” she corrects, “Robin Hood. The thief.”
“Ohhhh, Robin is it?” Mal says, mimicking her earlier smitten tone.
“What?” Regina dares, scowling at her.
“Someone has a crush.”
“On him? Not in the slightest. We’re competitors, but he… well, we help one another out. He’s not… horrible.”
“Mmm,” Mal says, her eyes never leaving Robin’s.
Regina can’t help but look at him too, and she misses Granny approaching until she’s slamming plates down on the table. “This is from the gentleman — and he did tell me to call him that, just so you know — over there.” Granny points at Robin with a roll of her eyes. But she likes the thief, Regina can tell by the way she smirks and smiles.
It’s a loaf of crusty bread and a large bowl of that hearty meat stew, clearly meant for the two of them. Regina’s stomach grumbles. It’s been too long since she felt full, and this meal could make her feel just that. But… it’s charity. She doesn’t take charity.
“Tell the gentleman to save his money,” she grumbles, “I’m more than capable of getting my own food.”
“Then why are you so god damned bony?” Granny mutters. “And he specifically said to give this food to you two ladies, so this time, Regina, you don’t have the right to refuse.” She turns to Maleficent, waiting for her response.
“Give him my thanks,” the blonde responds, breaking the bread hungrily.
When Granny leaves, Maleficent leans in, a knowing smirk on her lips. “I think your crush reciprocates your feelings.”
Regina rolls her eyes. “He doesn’t. And I wish you wouldn’t have done that.”
“Regina, darling, we’re bandits, we’re outlaws. There’s no sense in saving face. We take what we can get in this world. I’ve been at this long enough to know that wounded pride hurts much less than an empty stomach. Or the pain of illness that comes from malnourishment. Eat up.”
And so she does. She downs the last of her ale (which was supposed to be her dinner) and ravishes the stew and bread. Gods, she was hungry.
She glances up at Robin, half expecting him to be looking smugly at her as she finishes her helping of stew, but his attentions are on his men now.
Good, she supposes. The last thing she wants is to see that smug little smile on his face as he stares at her from across the room.
She wonders what great sting he’s participated in this time, and how successful it was. If he can afford to be buying this amount of bread and ale, she assumes it was quite successful.
He usually invites her over. Usually comes up to try to charm her, and they banter and trade insults until he leaves. She tells herself she finds it incredibly obnoxious and dull. But now that he is standing at the opposite end of the tavern, laughing and gabbing with everyone but her, it feels like, well… she finds she misses it.
She puts those thoughts aside, and focuses on her new friend. Who has time for men, anyway? Especially when there are interesting women such as Maleficent.
When Granny shouts that it is the last call for drinks, Regina thinks of her key. Perhaps her new friend deserves a good night’s sleep more than her. But…it’s raining out, and her fur is still damp, and she’s unwilling to let this room go.
“The tavern owner over there — Granny, as she likes to be called — she gave me a room for the night.” She shows her the key. “It’s most likely one of the big rooms that no one can afford to pay for. If you’ve nowhere else to sleep, I suppose we could split the room.”
Maleficent smiles broadly. “I do like that idea.”
They slip upstairs, Regina pausing to steal a glance at Robin. He’s three sheets to the wind now, a hand on that new barmaid’s hip as he makes her laugh and laugh. He doesn’t even notice she’s leaving.
So much for that crush, huh?
She swallows the bitter resentment down, that green and envious feeling she has no right to feel. He’s not hers.
And she doesn’t even like him, anyway.
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The room is fit for the queen’s guards, should they ever wander to this abandoned corner of the forest. It comes with a fireplace and a tub. The fire is going already when they walk in, a cauldron of water already on the hearth.
“Well, little bandit, it seems the thief isn’t the only one you’ve charmed. This is quite the room.”
Regina smirks. She doesn’t mind admitting that she’s a favorite of the old woman. Besides, she’ll steal some chickens for her and deliver them to her kitchen like she always does. A proper payment for the room and the service at the tavern.
“Oh christ, it’s a bath.” Maleficent moans, running to the fireplace. “Help me carry this over there.”
It’s a heavy, full caldron of heated water. There are buckets of cool water nearby, to mix, and when they’ve filled the tub with all of it, the end result is a perfect, warm bath Regina would just love to sink into. But Maleficent deserves this more than her. Her body itches with jealousy as she watches her undress.
“I left my modesty with all my belongings back at the water’s edge. I hope you don’t mind,” Maleficent gropes at the lacing of her dress and pulls it apart. She slides it off her body, and… well, she’s quite the sight. Years of living on the run has done nothing to harden her curvy female figure. She’s… gorgeous.
Well, at least this will distract her from thoughts of Robin and that wicked woman in the tavern.
Regina has always known this about herself, from a young age she’s known the thoughts and attentions she’s paid to other females isn’t exactly… the norm. She knows what the other noble ladies had to say about women like her, women who feel this way about other women. She bites back the feeling of shame that courses through her, a reflex, residual pain from a previous life she should have all but blocked out.
Those judgy women aren’t here. And Queen Snow may have made such thoughts and acts illegal, but the woman cannot see into her damn head.
Negative thoughts all but leave her mind when Maleficent leans over the tub, testing the water with her hand. She looks gorgeous bent over like this. Regina’s breath catches in her throat, and she does her best to look away as the blonde enters the tub, letting out a sinful groan.
“Oh gods, Regina, this feels so good…” she moans, “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been dreaming about a warm bath.”
“Yes, must be nice.” Regina can’t quite keep the bitterness out of her tone, as her envy overwhelms her. She finds some towels, and hell, she can maybe rub out some of the grime with them. Her leather rucksack has her change of clothes. She can dry her current clothes by the fire. If she won’t be nice and warm, at least they will be, by morning.
She tries her best to shield herself from Maleficent’s sight so she can remove her clothes.
“Regina, aren’t you coming in?”
What?
She turns abruptly at the question and looks incredulously at her. Maleficent’s hair is soaked with water now. Curly strands frame her face in a way that looks so positively delicious. She wants to run her hands through her hair, wants to feel those wet locks in her fingers as she kisses her. “I… are you asking me to share this little tub with you?”
“Mmhmm,” Mal hums. “It’s only fair you get to share. I wouldn’t be here if not for you.” She raises an eyebrow and cocks her head. “Unless you’re uncomfortable with the idea. Afraid of me?” Her voice goes deeper, and it’s both seductive and taunting.
And hell, the idea of soaking in the heavenly warm water sounds amazing… and she’d be lying if she said she doesn’t want to touch and feel the wet, slippery skin of the beautiful woman before her. So she puts aside the worry that she may embarrass herself by gawking too noticeably, and focuses on proving she isn’t afraid of anyone or anything.
She’s careful to undress by the side of the tub, so she isn’t directly in Maleficent’s line of vision. But she feels her eyes on her, and when she dares to look up, she catches her staring.
Her cheeks flare red, but Maleficent’s do not. She just smiles, and continues to stare at her.
Regina removes the last of her clothes, and her hands fly over her most private areas on instinct. It draws a small chuckle out of her new friend, just a light little bubble of a laugh that she tamps down quickly. Yet, it’s enough to make Regina embarrassed of her modesty. She removes her hands and enters the tub from the opposite end of Maleficent. It’s small, but she fits, sitting down between that gorgeous woman’s legs. Regina’s own legs are bent at the knees, her feet precariously close to Maleficent’s core. It’s a bit dangerous, a bit unexpectedly thrilling, being all wet and close and naked with a beautiful stranger.
But she does not seem like a stranger, not really. She feels as if she had known Maleficent her whole life.
“You are beautiful,” Maleficent murmurs, eyes burrowing themselves deep into Regina’s body. She doesn’t hide her predatory stare, has no intention of ignoring the obvious physical attraction they have for one another. But… well… this is new for Regina. She blushes, and babbles incoherently before finally managing to offer a You too.
The captivating woman reaches to a nearby table and grabs a bathing rag and a rope of soap. She soaps up the rag and hands it to her.
“Sorry, don’t want to be keeping all this soapy goodness for myself,” she says seductively. “Wash up.”
“Thank you, Maleficent.”
“You can call me Mal, little one.”
Mal. Regina nods and swallows heavily. And then she focuses all that wanton desire, channels it into ridding herself of the grime of the forest that she carries on her body.
There’s stubborn dirt that’s clinging to her, pieces of debris she’s longed to wash out, but the river is too cold this time of year for her to get a proper bath. Regina scrubs her arms and shoulders vigorously, paying special attention to her filthy hands. The dirt lifts away, and she feels more like herself, here, in this tub she’s sharing with an alleged witch, than she has in ages.
When it’s time to clean her chest and torso, she has a shy moment. Mal has been watching her, mouth parted, eyes sparkling. Regina feels her insides turn liquid, desire flaring up even more than it had already. She wants… she does not know what she wants. Not really. Well, she wants to touch her. To kiss her, to trace her curves with her tongue… where did that thought come from?
Regina takes a deep breath and washes her breasts, her pert, tight nipples far too hard for such a warm bath. She lifts a leg straight up to wash it, and that’s when she realizes she’s won. Mal lets out an indulgent moan, and now looks more… affected than amused.
She does the same with the other leg. Mal licks her lips and hums.
“You’re a limber little one, aren’t you?” Mal murmurs, “But as flexible as you are, I bet you can’t wash your own back. Turn around, let me get that for you.”
Well, the prospect of sitting between Mals legs while she rubs at her back does not sound bad in the least. She stands in the bath and spins, situating herself torturously close to the object of her desire.
“You have beautiful hair,” Mal says, swiping it aside to rub the expanse of her neck. “So shiny, so soft.”
“You do, too,” Regina purs. Something about not having to face Maleficent makes this… easier. The rag rubs gently as her skin tingles and turns to goose flesh. She moans a bit when Maleficent finishes rubbing, feeling the loss of her touch too acutely.
“Tell me, have you ever been with a woman before?”
The question shocks her, has her gasping audibly, then blushing (thank god her back is turned).
“N-no.” She recovers a bit, and adds, “I’ve been with a man before.”
Mal scoffs. “And so have I. That doesn’t mean much, does it?” She reaches for a pitcher of tepid water and pours some over Regina’s head, then repeats the action. It’s oddly soothing, sensual, as she plays with her wet hair, combing it through her hands. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blind, I see the way you look at that thief.” Mal lathers soap into her hair while scraping slightly at her scalp. “But you are like me, are you not?”
Like her.
She’s not blind, either, it seems. And she hasn’t misinterpreted Mal’s stares.
“Yes. I am like you,” she agrees, in a voice that sounds surprisingly strong.
“So you are.”
Regina’s insides grow white hot. There’s a bit of a pulse she feels down below, a subtle throb that makes her want for things she should not. She wants to touch herself, or maybe be touched, by this beautiful woman she barely knows, until the ache between her legs is soothed.
She never feels like this, not for anyone but Robin, and he… he’s not an option. He’s too busy with his men and his barmaids and his mind games to ever start something with the likes of her. And here’s a woman she wants, who is warm and willing and she suddenly feels like a little virgin, unable to know what move to make next.
Mal pours more water over her head, washing away the soapy bubbles. She repeats the action until her hair is clean and free of the suds.
“My turn,” Regina breathes. She needs to touch her, to put her hands on the creamy flesh of her back and neck. Regina turns around, prepared for Mal to do the same so she can wash her back.
Mal doesn’t turn her back to her yet.
“Hmmmm…” she says instead, running a hand through her hair, skimming through the locks that frame her face before shifting to slide down her jaw, to her mouth, letting fingers dance over each lovely lip. She cups her hand over her chin.
“I think it’s still my turn.”
It feels so natural, the way they meet for that first kiss. It’s sweet, just a peck, and then Regina draws back to check Mal’s expression. It seems unbelievable to her that a woman so perfect, so strong, would want her.
It’s Mal who draws her back for a longer, deeper kiss. Tongues meet and dance and smack together. And one kiss becomes another.
And another.
And another.
Kissing her feels good. It feels right. She’s only kissed Robin once. It was a mistletoe kiss, nothing serious. But she’d kissed him good and proper as he would say, deeply and truly, and it’s the only time a kiss has felt like this does now, with Mal.
It’s only been with Mal and Robin that she’s felt this need, this desire to go further, to touch and press her body against theirs, and oh!
Mal touches first, a hand gropes expertly at her breast while her other grips underwater at her hip, moving slowly down, down….
God, to be touched there by someone she actually wants touching her, the mere thought is just—-
There’s a loud knock at the door, a frantic, uncoordinated thing, but loud as the hounds of hell. Regina and Mal both part from the kiss, moving to get out of the tub with a stealthy reaction of those who have spent too much of their lives hiding from certain death.
“Reginaaa!!!” a voice cries.
She knows that voice.
“Shit,” she whispers, scrambling out of the tub. Mal looks confused, until Regina motions for her to stay where she is. She nods, and sits back down.
The knocking is louder now.
“Regina please open the door, please, I beg you.”
She grabs a towel and makes her way towards the door. The blasted thing is small, and she’s barely able to cover her breasts and ass at the same time, but it will work for this.
“What do you want?” she asks, cracking open the door ever so slightly.
“I need to talk to you, don’t do this, please Regina.”
He looks… well, drunk. But also desperate and sad. She’s not sure what has brought him here, on a night where he was so obviously celebrating.
“Do what?”
“I… I was looking for you…” He’s craning his neck, trying to see what’s behind her, “I… I care for you so much Regina, you’ve no idea what you mean to me.”
She’s unable to get that image of him with the barmaid out of her head. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “You have a funny way of showing it. Why don’t you go back to Ingrid?”
Robin’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head furiously. “Because I care nothing for Ingrid! Her father is a guard at the dungeon, Regina, she can get me a key and find me a way to get those prisoners out and freed, that’s all it was, that’s all it ever was.”
She looks at him skeptically, trying to hide the relief that washes over her. She knows he’s been trying to free the wrongfully accused for months, but the dungeon is well guarded, and the inside is one long, confusing dark maze. And well, maybe it’s wrong, to be happy he hasn’t moved on and into some woman’s bed when that’s exactly what she was about to do (god, she hopes it was) but… well, she rather likes Robin unattached.
“Why are you here?” She asks, her lips curving into a smile.
“I was looking for you, and John said, he said you went to a room, that you were sharing a room with someone and I would lose you forever, and you need to know, Regina, you need to know, I’ve fallen completely in lo— “
A warm wet body slides behind her, and opens the door just enough for him to see.
Mal wraps her arms around her somewhat possessively, peering over Regina’s shoulder at a startled Robin.
“I know you…” she purrs at Robin before dropping a very small, sweet peck to Regina’s shoulder. “The good looking thief who gave us bread and stew. And what can we give you, Prince of Thieves?”
Regina is frozen in fear, in shame, in….
The thief’s eyes grow wide. “I–I–my god, Regina, milady, I— had no idea…”
He sputters, and looks so absolutely mortified it all but washes away all that negativity. Suddenly the whole thing is amusing.
“No, you must come in!” Mal insists, opening the door wide.
Regina turns to her angrily. “Mal…”
“Oh hush, let him in, my dear.”
She walks away naked, back towards the tub. “I’m going to finish my bath. You are more than welcome to sleep it off. It’s a big bed. And I can use all the friends I can get.”
Robin is smirking now, giving Regina that look she absolutely hates (loves) that he seems to give every time he rolls the dice and ends up with snake eyes.
The look changes though, this time, and grows more serious, more… sensual.
“I shouldn’t have interrupted,” he whispers to Regina, reaching up to run a hand through her wet hair. “I just… this thing between us, I’m not the only one who feels it, am I?”
Regina cannot help but feel young and silly as she laughs and ducks her head to hide her smile. “No, you’re not the only one.”
“I’ll leave you ladies to your own devices, then,” he offers, kissing her cheek. “She’s gorgeous, by the way.”
Regina snorts. She supposes it’s Robin congratulating her on her successful pick-up, and it should be offensive, but coming from his mouth, it’s just cute.
“Have your men left?” Regina asks.
Robin grimaces and chuckles. “We were halfway back to camp when John spoke. I… I rushed back here high on whiskey and low on sleep.”
She doesn’t want him to leave just yet, she realizes. There’s a storm outside, and the man is alone and not quite sober yet.
“Come on in,” she sighs. “But I’m locking you in the wardrobe while I get changed.”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” Robin says even as he teeters into the room on unsteady feet.
“You’re not intruding,” Mal calls out from the bath. “You’re making things more interesting.”
Regina bites her lip to suppress a smile as she wonders exactly how interesting the evening will get.
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Drawn to the Fire (2/7) - DOQ Week Day 2: Family
Time for day 2! So this is sort of a thing I’ve been wanting to write into the Flicker Beat verse for a while. It feels like a touchy subject but hopefully everyone enjoys it, and finds it as adorable as I do. @doqweek
Summary: Maleficent has a secret to tell her family.
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Drawn to the Fire (Day 2: Family)
Maleficent has always thought her potions work has been some of her strongest magic. She likes mixing things, and she’s always had an almost innate understanding of the magic bonds that can strengthen or weaken when made into potion form. But as she mixes this particular potion, her heart is in her throat, one hand pressed to her middle as she watches the liquid bubble and brew. She’s never made it before, had to dig out one of Regina’s books just to find the recipe, which means she should be more focused, more concerned about executing it perfectly.
But she can’t. Her mind is racing, and it’s almost like the first time she found herself in this position. And that’s ridiculous, because her life is so much better now, with the family she’s carved out. She’s not alone.
Except.
They haven’t discussed this — beyond assuring each other of the impossibility of it ever happening. Regina had made sure of that in regards to herself, and Mal had thought after everything she had been through, she’d never experience this again.
She doesn’t even need the potion to tell her, truthfully. She can tell, just like she could with Lily. That hand held to her lower abdomen pulses with magic, a little tendril exploring until it feels the flickering deep inside of her, a little spark slowly building to a flame. Her stomach twists even as a small smile catches at the corners of her lips.
The potion will only confirm what she already knows, but she wants it anyway. She wants something she can actually show to Robin and Regina when she inevitably has to tell them, because she can’t hide this forever.
Maleficent takes a deep breath, lets her magic brush against her womb once more, and then she focuses her gaze on the potion. It’s almost ready.
After it’s done, she stares at the potion, the little vial of liquid now turned milky pink. A positive result, as if she had any doubts when that tiny spark burns in her stomach. Tears well in her eyes, and that hand at her abdomen presses tighter, her free hand going to her mouth to hold in her sob. A mix of emotions rush through her, and all she can think is Regina and Robin and how she has to tell them.
Her magic is swirling around her before she’s consciously called upon it, whisking her from her hiding place in Regina’s vault back to the house. Regina isn’t supposed to be at home, it’s during the work day, but when Maleficent orients herself enough to realize she’s in the living room, there’s a similarly confused Regina on the couch. Robin, too, and he’s glancing around, as if he can’t quite believe he’s in the manor.
The unexpected results of her magic flusters Maleficent, red creeping up her neck as she clears her throat. When Regina asks if this was her doing, she mutters, “Sorry,” and then Regina’s brow is knitted with concern along with her confusion.
“Is everything all right?” Regina asks, and Maleficent is sure she can read the tension in her frame. Not to mention she had been crying earlier, and she’d hazard a guess that her eyes are still red-rimmed.
“I didn’t mean to — I was just trying to transport myself,” and she’s stumbling over her words, tongue working itself into knots, and their concern only grows. Those tears are back, prickling at her eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to worry you…”
“Mal, just tell us what’s wrong,” Robin murmurs, and he’s approaching her now, reaching for her.
She collapses into his arms, unable to deny herself his comforting warmth. The smell of forest surrounds her as she presses her face to his neck, and then Regina’s there, too, her hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles as Maleficent’s shoulders tremble with barely contained sobs.
“I’m pregnant,” she gasps out, biting her lip hard once the words are free, and she feels the tension in Robin’s frame as Regina’s comforting hand freezes.
Her blood slows in her veins, even as her heart beats harder, fluttering in her chest. She shouldn’t have — she needed to — how could she just blurt it out like that—
“Did you say—?” and that’s Robin, he’s got his hands on her shoulders, gently holding her as he stares into her eyes, and Maleficent can’t read his expression, almost a year together of gazing into those eyes and now she has no idea what they’re saying.
It terrifies her, almost as much as hearing Regina’s voice next. It’s just a soft, disbelieving, “You’re pregnant?” but it slices straight through her, because she doesn’t know what it means. All that history and she cannot gauge her reaction, cannot fathom what either of them are thinking in this moment, when she’s dropped this into their laps without any sort of warning.
“Yes,” she confirms, and she holds up the little vial of potion, knowing Regina at least will understand what it means.
As expected, Regina’s eyes are locked onto the object in her hand, and when she shakes her head, a little breathless gasp of “How?” escaping her. Maleficent’s heart clenches when she continues, “You said it wasn’t possible…”
“I know,” she says, ducking her head. She can’t bear to look Regina in the eyes, not when she’s disappointed them like this. “I thought it wasn’t, otherwise I would have taken more precautions…”
“Wait,” Robin interrupts, his hand catching her chin, urging her to tilt her head back up but she shakes out of his grip, takes a few steps back for some much needed distance. She can’t be near them when she’s done this to them, when she’s been so careless and now there’s a child that they don’t want.
They’d discussed this, back when this entire relationship started. Talked about whether they’d need protection of some kind, because it wouldn’t be fair to have a child, and she had told them there would be no need. That dragons breeding was rare anyway, rarer still when disturbed from the natural order of things, and being transported to a realm without magic, killed, and then brought back to life certainly counted as a disturbance.
She hadn’t even realized her cycle had synced with this realm until it was too late, and she could feel the presence inside of her.
“Mal, look at us, please,” Robin says, though he’s dropped his hand to his side, had let her step away from him without a struggle.
Maleficent glances up, but her eyes are swimming, tear-filled as they are, and she can’t properly see them. Perhaps if she could, she’d be able to discern the compassion on his face, and the slight hurt from her rejection. As it is, she just feels miserable, that hand pressed to her middle once more, her magic instinctively seeking out that little flickering inside of her.
“Are you — you’re upset, is something wrong?” he asks, and she’s a little dumbfounded, her brow knitting together as she regards him.
Of course she’s upset. She’s messed up, she’s gotten pregnant after they had discussed no children, that they weren’t ready for it, and they thought they couldn’t have them anyway.
“I know you two didn’t want more children,” she manages to say around the lump in her throat. “And I honestly didn’t think it was possible, I’m so sorry, I should have — I should have been on a potion, or something, just in case…”
“Maleficent,” and that’s Regina, her voice suddenly firm in a way it wasn’t before, and it has her eyes snapping to meet hers. Whereas before Maleficent couldn’t read her expression, this one is crystal clear to her: that thin line of her lips, the dark spark in her eyes. “Do you think we’re angry with you right now?”
She raises her eyebrows at her, somehow pulling together enough of a look that says With that tone, yes, and Regina scowls for a moment.
“You know what I mean,” she says with a little roll of her eyes. She takes a hold of Maleficent’s hand, urging her onto the sofa where she and Robin both surround her. “We never said we didn’t want more children.”
“You did,” Maleficent argues, frowning. “You said it wouldn’t be wise to have any accidents with our arrangement, that bringing babies into it would be too complicated—”
“Mal,” Regina interrupts, and she looks at her, at the tears glistening in her eyes as Regina brings a hand up to cup her face. “God, Mal, that’s not what I meant. It wouldn’t have been wise to have children then. When we were just starting out, unsure of where this was all going.”
“Not to mention,” Robin says now, and Maleficent turns to look at him. He’s teary-eyed too, but what shocks her is the profound look of love on his face. “You know we both adore children. How could you think we’d be angry about this?”
Oh.
“You’re… You’re not upset?” she murmurs, something in her chest unclenching as she looks at them properly now. Those expressions that seemed so unreadable before are a lot clearer to her now, as she realizes how she had the situation all wrong. They weren’t disappointed at all, weren’t judging her failure.
They were simply stunned, overwhelmed by the impossibility they hadn’t realized was more probable than they had guessed.
“Of course not,” Regina says, and then she leans in, kissing her, those tears spilling over now, and Maleficent can just barely taste them on her lips. “The thought of having a baby with you — with both of you… I didn’t expect it, but I’m so overjoyed at the prospect. I love you.”
Maleficent turns then to Robin, wanting him to confirm it as well, and yes, of course he’s just as thrilled. A wide grin splits his face, and he nuzzles her cheek as he says, “I love you, too,” and then his hand slides to her belly, just resting there. He can’t feel the spark inside of her, not without magic, but she loves the comforting warmth of his palm even over her blouse. “And I cannot wait to raise this baby with the two loves of my life.”
She was so foolish earlier. She laughs, relieved, that crushing despair gone as she’s encircled in the arms of her lovers.
“I guess now all that’s left is to tell our children,” she says, biting her lip as she momentarily worries about what they’ll say.
She needn’t have.
They have dinner that night, Regina inviting Lily over so they can tell them all at the same time. The boys are immediately excited, plying Maleficent with questions about dragon pregnancies and will the baby be a dragon too and all sorts of fantastical things. Roland puffs up with excitement at the thought that he’ll be a big brother to someone, and Henry promises to teach him all the things he’s learned about being an older brother. Lily is quieter, more reserved, and when she takes the plates into the kitchen, Maleficent follows her in, regarding her daughter carefully as she scrapes food into the garbage disposal.
“Are you upset?” she asks, and Lily stills in front of the sink, but doesn’t turn around, doesn’t say anything.
When she does finally look at her, Maleficent’s heart sinks into her stomach. There are tears in her eyes, eyes so wide and brown and fathomless just like Regina’s, and this is Maleficent’s fault.
“There were times when I was on the street, and I wished I had a brother or a sister to look after me. Or even for me to look after. Something I could have responsibility for,” Lily says with a shrug. “It was stupid, of course. And then when I got older, I got over it. I was glad I didn’t have somebody else to give a damn about me, because then I didn’t have to give a damn about anything. I could just hate you, and Snow White, and this fucking place I didn’t even know for sure existed.”
Maleficent stays silent, though she wants to say something. To comfort. But she doesn’t think Lily is telling her this to hurt her.
“I thought I didn’t want this,” Lily continues, and she waves a hand. “You, the house, this whole ‘family’ thing.” She laughs then, a soft little thing, almost disbelieving. “But I’m so damn glad I have you, and Regina, and Robin, and the boys. And Mom… I am so happy for you and Regina and Robin.”
Lily is not a hugger, by any means. She tolerates the boys, particularly Roland, and more rarely indulges Maleficent or Robin. Regina shares this trait with her daughter, so Maleficent thinks she can count hugs between those two on one hand.
But Lily steps forward and wraps her arms around her mother, holding tight for a moment. Maleficent feels the tears return, pricking her eyes, and can’t find it in her to care as she holds her daughter. She feels something, a spark, a shock, and Lily gasps, pulling away.
“Was that—?”
Maleficent nods, takes Lily’s hand and presses it to her abdomen. “The baby,” she confirms. “I’m not far along by any means, but the magic is already there inside of them. It’s responding to you.”
“Wow,” Lily mutters, looking more than a little awed. “Hey there, spark plug,” she says, thumb rubbing over the material of Maleficent’s dress.
For the first time since she felt the baby quickening inside of her, Maleficent feels entirely at peace.
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New ficlet: green is good, but black is our color (OUAT, DOQ)
I couldn’t resist writing something for Dragon Outlaw Queen Week! I love this tiny little ship that’s built on love and second changes and the idea that there’s always enough room for another person at the table.
This was written for Day 3: First Times, although I didn’t end up taking the most obvious association there. :-) This is fluffy ridiculousness.
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Maleficent had been in Storybrooke longer, but Robin had acclimated more quickly, which meant that occasionally they found something about modern life that perplexed them in exactly the same way.
Regina wasn’t about to admit it, but she practically lived for the moments when both of her lovers found themselves stymied by something new. She was a little concerned that such moments were bound to become less frequent over time--but today dragging them along to the office while she stopped by on her day off just to pick up a few things was paying off.
Checking her voicemail, she’d found a tiny town emergency that really needed to be fixed before Monday morning--they’d just shaken their heads at her and decided to wander around the hallways--and hadn’t come back, which meant that Regina went looking for them once she made a few calls and had the city running again.
Evidently, they’d wandered into the copy room, because they were both staring, puzzled, at the copy machine--an old but reliable model that took up a large portion of the available floorspace.
They had the top open and Mal was staring into the glass as if trying to divine its function by looking at the revealed machinery. Robin was examining the outside--he found one of the paper drawers and tugged, revealing nothing more than a stack of plain white copy paper.
Regina quietly got out her phone and started recording.
“It’s electronic,” Mal said. She peered at the buttons on the panel, some of which had little pictures communicating the general idea of what they were for, but which were probably incomprehensible to Mal.
“I can see it’s electronic, but what’s it for?” Robin said, obviously frustrated. “Why keep paper in these drawers when there’s plenty of paper stacks on the shelves?”
Mal ran her fingers over the panel. “Green is good, right?” Without waiting for an answer from Robin, she pressed the big green button that was the default copy setting.
The machine whirred, a little unevenly--well, it wasn’t clanking, at least, which was a good sign--and Robin straightened up and away in a hurry.
“What are you doing?!”
“Green is good, usually,” Mal said calmly. “It probably won’t--”
Now suitably warmed up, the machine made an adjustment and the bright light of the copier flashed out of the glass, moving down and then back. Mal and Robin both watched in silence as the light went dark and a paper--almost totally black with toner--slid out of the tray on the side.
“That… can’t be what it’s supposed to do.” This from Robin.
“No,” Mal agreed, thoughtful. She closed the lid and pressed the button again. Again, the machine whirred, faster this time since it was warmed up, and seconds later there was a plain white paper in the tray.
“What?” Robin said, picking up this sheet. “It’s warm!”
“Hmmm,” Mal said. She lifted the lid and looked at the underside--plain white--and nodded. “I see.”
“I don’t.”
Mal held up a finger, scanning the shelves. She plucked an old flyer off the scrap paper pile and set it face down on the glass. Then she pressed the green button without closing the lid.
This time the paper was only dark around the edges of the copied paper’s dimensions. Inside, it was a less-than-ideal copy of the flyer.
“Oh,” Robin said. “I could have figured that out.”
“But I did,” Mal said, triumphant. She turned and smirked at Regina--and the camera. “I hope you got all that on the record.”
Regina laughed. “Most of it, anyway,” she admitted, ending the recording. “I think my favorite part was ‘green is good.’”
“Street lights, Clean dishwasher, the coffee pot, your green underwear…” Mal shot her a look even as Regina laughed.
“I’m surprised Robin didn’t remember the underwear first,” Regina said.
She wasn’t really surprised when Robin brought his arms around her, fitting her against his chest. “I prefer the red,” he said, voice low, breath tickling her ear.
Mal shook her head. “Red means stop.”
Robin hummed in mock concentration. “That hasn’t been my experience.” His hand trailed to where Regina’s sweater ended, pulling it up a little so his hand could rest on the waist of her jeans, his thumb skimming just underneath to bare skin.
Regina said, “And what kind of experience have you had with the color black in this land?” She couldn’t see his reaction, but she felt it in the way his arms stilled and tightened. She could see Mal, though, eyes dark, drawing a quick breath even as she stepped closer.
“Black means it’s time to go home,” Robin said. “Don’t you think, Mal?”
“Absolutely,” Mal agreed, stepping closer still so Regina could reach out a hand and take them all home.
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DOQ Week - Day 1 “PDA”
Sorry it’s a bit late. I started writing it yesterday and then took an unexpected 4 hour nap yesterday evening and didn’t get around to working on it again until tonight. This is a short bit of fluff for y’all, rated...um..PG? It’s a tiny bit suggestive, but not explicit. Hope you enjoy!
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Dragons are jealous creatures. So why, Maleficent wonders, does she feel such a rush of joy and happiness when she sees her lovers touch each other? When they kiss?
She’d gone to that thing called the internet looking for answers and found a word that she thinks might fit: compersion. Noun. “The feeling of joy associated with seeing a loved one love another.” That seems to describe what she’s feeling, but her orderly, analytical mind wants to understand the why of the thing, not just the definition. The frustrating thing is, there apparently is no why to be found. Like other feelings, it is just something that happens.
All she knows is that it makes her warm to watch Robin kissing Regina in the aisle of the grocery store, when they think nobody is looking. She’s just coming back from fetching Henry’s favorite breakfast cereal and she spies them pulling out of the kiss, and Regina is smiling at him in that way she has, biting at her lower lip. It’s playful and self-conscious all at once, and it brings a surge of pure love into Mal’s heart. She loves the two of them so much it drives her to distraction sometimes, and the dragon in her wants to enfold them in her wings, keeping them safe and protected.
Instead, she smiles at them as she wanders up and puts the box of cereal into the basket, “Careful you two. Someone might catch you making out in the grocery store like teenagers.”
Robin gives her a playful nudge with his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Jealous, Darling?”
She wraps her arm around his waist and the tiny laugh lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as her amusement grows. “You know I’m not. I just like teasing you.” The look she shares with Regina speaks volumes, and she reaches out to her, taking her hand so that she can entwine their fingers together. Abruptly, the three of them are having a group hug in the middle of the aisle, and that’s not any less awkward, but it makes her chuckle all the same.
“I think we need to get this shopping done so that we can get back home,” Regina suggests, and there’s that devious look in her eye that Mal knows so well. The house is empty of children at the moment, so there’s no doubt what she’s hinting at.
“That is a brilliant idea, Love.” Robin’s clearly seen the look too, because a husky sort of note has crept into his voice. Mal just smiles and nods her agreement. She’s ready to share her warmth and happiness with the two of them.
She gives Robin a last squeeze and lets him go so that he can push the basket off toward the checkout. Regina follows him, and Mal goes along with her, refusing to relinquish the grip on her hand. She receives a raised eyebrow and matches it with one of her own; they both can play that game. A brief, silent, battle of wills ensues, but Regina finally relents with a slight shrug. Walking hand in hand to the register, the women garner a curious glance or two along the way, but there are no untoward comments.
It’s not like Mal doesn’t understand the hesitation. She and Regina are both very private people, but damn it, she wants the world to know just what these two are to her, what they mean to each other. If she could hold Robin’s hand at the moment, she would do that too, but instead she contents herself with one of her loves. There will be plenty of opportunities to show affection in future, she’s certain.
At last the groceries are paid for and Maleficent has to reluctantly let Regina go. Robin doesn’t have enough hands to carry all of their purchases, so she and Regina each grab some of the bags and follow him out to his car. As they pile the bags into the trunk, Regina swipes Robin’s keys – she still doesn’t trust his driving – and goes to start the engine. Mal and Robin share an amused look, then a quick kiss.
“Milady?” he says, as he opens her door for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she teases him as she ducks into the backseat.
“But of course!”
Regina gives them a fond, yet exasperated look, and waits until they both have put on their seat belts. They’ve gone about a block before Robin’s hand settles on Regina’s knee and creeps slowly under the hem of her skirt, fingertips rubbing along her inner thigh. The action brings a low moan and a soft admonishment. “Robin…”
Maleficent smiles as she sees the innocent expression on his face as he turns toward Regina. “Problem, Love?”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“I’ve a few suggestions.”
“I’m sure you do.”
And this, Mal thinks, is what love is all about. In the end, it doesn’t matter why she feels this way. The important thing is that she does.
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DOQ Week starts tomorrow!
remember to mention @doqweek and use the tag #DOQWeek
The first prompt is PDA.
I thought it would be fun to give out some prizes.
I’ll give out a few DOQ related items from my redbubble:
https://www.redbubble.com/people/audreyslove/shop
Happy DOQ Week!
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The Start of Something New, Chapter 7
@doqweek, Day 2: Family Time- Robin, Mal and Regina cuddle in bed with the kids as they all watch Saturday morning cartoons.
Previous chapters can be found HERE. (Chapter 6 will he added tomorrow)
Robin’s eyes flutter open at the sound of crashing thunder and heavy rain drops pelting against the window panes. He sighs as he rolls onto his side and looks at the alarm clock, and no sooner than the time registered, he heard the beginnings of what would soon be Esme’s cries.
“Not it,” Regina and Mal’s groggy voices say in unison, shifting and stretching out as they adjusted the blankets around themselves.
“Why do I always have to get her?”
“Because,” Mal murmurs, “You sleep closest to the door.”
“It’s less steps for you,” Regina adds.
Rolling his eyes, he gets out of bed, shivering a little as the cool morning air touches legs, and he mutters something under his breath about taking turns--something he knows neither of them will acknowledge hearing. Nonetheless, he smiles as he looks back at them--legs tangled in the blankets and Regina’s head tipped and resting on Mal’s shoulder--and then, he heads down the hall, leaving them to doze back to sleep.
When he reaches the nursery, Esme is standing up in her crib, her face scrunched and her little hands gripping the rail as she whines. A lopsided grin tugs onto Robin’s face as he greets her--she always looks so grumpy in the morning.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he coos as he lifts her from the crib, kissing her cheeks and her forehead and chin, as his hand smoothes her wild red wisps. He chuckles softly as they spring back up and he carries her downstairs to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle and she’s quick to reach for it, finally flashing him a gummy smile as her fingers stretch out and she grunts with excitement. “Okay,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her head as he kicks the refrigerator door closed. “Let’s go cuddle.”
Esme’s blue eyes turn up and she grins as she gnaws on the bottle; and quickly, he makes his way back to the bedroom, finding Regina and Mal in the exact same positions as they’d been in when he left.
Regina’s eyes open and Mal lifts her head as Robin slides back into bed--and no sooner than he does, Esme is reaching for them. Regina pulls her Esme to her as her knees draw up and Esme flops back against them, giggling as Mal makes silly faces at her. With a content sigh, Robin rolls onto his side and props up his head in his hand--and Esme laughs out as he blows a raspberry against her tiny palm.
It’s not long after that Roland’s head peaks into the room and Regina waves him in. Roland runs to the bed and dives in head first--earning a scowl from his baby sister--and he crawls up between Robin and Regina. He lays back against the pillows, and somehow ends up with the remote, turning on the old Batman cartoons he loves to watch on Saturday mornings.
Mal turns Esme around as she settles down, her blue eyes widening as she stares at the TV, suddenly captivated by the colorful images. Robin grins over at them as he lays back, his head propped up just enough to see the screen--his grin brightening as Regina’s fingers lace through his and her head falls to Mal’s shoulder.
“What’s going on in here?” Henry asks, rubbing at his eyes as he stares into the room--still half asleep.
“Watching Batman,” Roland says simply, not looking away from the TV.
“Oh…”
Robin watches as Henry blinks a couple of times, then cranes his neck to have a look at the TV, a faint smile forming on his lips. For a moment, he just stands there in the doorway, watching the cartoon; and then, he looks hesitantly back to the bed. His bottom lip catches between his teeth as he stares, and Robin wonders if he finds their unconventional arrangement a bit uncomfortable, and maybe even unsettling. But then, Henry takes a breath and struts forward, eyeing each of them as he stands at the foot of the bed.
“If you guys tell anyone about this, I’ll never babysit again,” he says, his voice firm as he crawls into the bed to watch cartoons with his family.
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Day 3 of #DOQWeek - First Times: First time doing a sexy photoshoot together. #DragonOutlawQueen
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DOQ Week - Day 2 Family
So here’s my attempt at writing fluff! Not up to my normal standards, but it’s a decent story anyway. Dragon Peanut. Also, set in the Family verse that I created for peanut week, which you can find here
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Mal has a soft spot for children.
This is a fact, open and clear as day for the world to see.
She's quite a contrast to Regina, who goes to great length to conceal her true feelings for others (her mother’s mantra of “love is weakness” has her hiding love as if it were the secret of what could break her, destroy her). Even with Henry, she is tight with the love she shows to him in public, preferring to spoil and shower him with affection in private.
It’s not that Regina looks cold in public, just that you don’t fully realize the depths of what she will do for her loved ones, the amount of time she spends thinking of them, worrying about them, dreaming for them. Not as an outsider. Regina keeps love and emotion private.
But Robin understands why, they all do. Regina’s changing, little by little, but decades of viewing love as an Achilles heel has taken its toll on her.
Mal never suffered through that. In fact, from what he's learned, she’s only suffered regrets of too few words spoken, too many loves that left before she ever got chance pour her heart out. So she’s vowed never to do that again. She speaks openly of her regrets, of the searing pain and nightmares she feels from missing Lily, of the overwhelming relief in seeing her safe and well. She even speaks of her love for Regina.
One day Mal and Lily fight at Granny’s, and Maleficent lets tears fall publicly down her cheeks as she begs her daughter to come back, to sit down, to stay, to let them work on this. It draws eyes, and maybe a few eye rolls from people who consider her dramatic, but if Mal sees them, she pays them no mind. She opens her heart unashamedly and embraces the full spectrum of feelings she has.
That’s courage. That’s strength. Even Robin admires it.
From the moment he had first returned from New York, Mal had been a fixture in their lives. Occasional dinners at Granny’s had turned into walks for dessert with Roland, into dinner parties where only Mal and Lily seemed to ever be invited. It had been clear to Robin from early on that Regina thought of Mal as family.
Mal had initially been wary of him, but he wasn’t phased by her coldness. Afterall, Marian’s family had reacted similarly when he first started dating her, and frankly, he quite liked the challenge of winning over those who seemed completely averse to him (his courtship with Regina being evidence of that).
So he had accepted Maleficent in his life, put up with her little put-downs and snarked her back. They had traded insults, rolled eyes and pointed stares, but even a few weeks into his stay in Storybrooke, he was fairly certain she already liked him, deep down inside.
But whereas it had taken awhile for Mal to warm up to Robin, the dragon’s heart had opened for his children immediately.
He's not surprised that she loved Roland. Who could not? Loving Roland is easy. Roland is a happy boy, all dimpled, sweet goodness, with the endorsement of the likes of Snow White. He’s pure, the product of good parents who loved one another. In the eyes of everyone, he is a perfect, good little boy.
But Robin’s daughter is a whole other matter. Even before she was born, there was talk of her curse, of a future that would be plagued with dark magic and an inability to love, of a corrupted heart and a dark soul.
But Maleficent paid no mind to the rumors and warnings. In fact, every whispered comment or pointed stare she caught was met with fierce words. Mal was her biggest defender, even before she was born.
Of course he understands now, why Mal feels so strongly connected to the child, why the issue was so important to her. Mal had lost her daughter because people feared her darkness, her potential for evil. And so perhaps a part of Mal sought to learn from that unfortunate lesson, and prevent history from repeating itself.
Mal offered her services to them, promised to protect the child at all cost from the “idiot villagers” who might threat her.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Robin says immediately, “I’m sure no one would want to hurt a child.”
“You’d be surprised,” Mal drawls, “You’ve no idea what they are saying, and what they are capable of. Fear drives people to do crazy things, to see a monster in the most innocent of children.”
Her eyes never leave Regina as she says that, and it makes the woman flush red, and she’s ducking and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a way that makes her look so young, so innocent.
“What exactly are you proposing?” Regina asks. There’s a small soft smile on her face that Robin hasn’t entirely seen before, and it intrigues him.
“I’m offering the child my protection. I’ll always look out for her, if you let me in, I’ll always care for her.”
“Her?” Robin asks, skeptically, “we don’t even know—”
“Oh I know,” Mal waves, “I forgot you did not yet. You are having a daughter.”
“How do you—?”
“It’s a dragon thing,” Regina answers. It’s the first time he’s heard her answer like this (there will be many questions answered with these words in the future) and he's reminded that these two are connected in a special way, understand each other in a way few people do.
“I’m just asking for you two to let me in,” Mal says slowly, “I won’t intrude on family business, but I think if you let me know her, care for her, I could help, I could—”
“You want to be involved in her life.” Regina looks slyly at her.
Mal nods, and follows with a curt “For her protection.”
“Could you... give us a moment to discuss this?” Regina asks.
Mal doesn’t hide emotions. She feels it’s all wasted energy. So she lets her face fall in disappointment before nodding and giving them space.
Regina walks Robin into the study, shutting the door tight.
“I realize you may have some… feelings about Maleficent being involved in the child’s life, especially given how difficult things already are and let me tell you—”
“Of the dragon who has burned villages and poisoned princesses?” He asks, unable to hide his smirk. “Now why would I ever have qualms about her caring for my child? Especially when the woman I love once had a penchant for the same activities?”
Regina cannot fight the giggle that bubbles out of her. Perhaps it is a bit dark to joke about this, but between them, it just works.
“You don’t mind her involvement?” Regina asks.
“I like her,” Robin shrugs, “I know she may not like me—”
“She likes you,” Regina assures, “she likes you more than she will admit.”
“That’s not Mal, she doesn’t hide the way she feels, if she liked me, I’d know—”
“Mal doesn’t know she likes you yet,” Regina says with a sigh, “she’s not as guarded with me but there are some walls up. And this is important to her. She lost a child. She wants to help prevent other children from being lost. Including yours. It’s important to her. And I…” she looks so nervous, so unsure, “I know this isn’t my daughter, and I have no right to ask…”
“You have every right to ask anything of me.” It is too soon to say it out loud, but he already wanted to ask her to be the mother to the baby, to assume the role he knows Zelena could not.
“I was wondering if you might consider making Mal a godparent,” Regina says, then laughs at the idea. “I know, her history with godparents is… tricky. But I think it would be good for her, they are protectors, and that’s the role she wants, and given her history, and—”
He cuts off her rambling with a kiss.
“A god-dragon. I like it.” And with that he takes her hand and leads her out of the study.
“Mal,” he says, still holding Regina’s hand. “We have something to ask you.”
.::.
Regina isn’t one for ceremony. She hates weddings (of course, it has something to do with her own being so traumatic). She finds graduations far too full of frills and self-praise. She doesn’t care for religious rituals (if there is a god, or gods, she questions whether they would require a lily white dress and snacking on crackers for their souls to be saved). She believes in theatrics, sure, in making a grand entrance and a brilliant escape, but she’s never been much for following tradition.
So it surprises Mal at first, that she’s here, in town hall, in front of many people, having a little naming ceremony for their baby. Regina, the beautiful little spitfire that she is, had insisted upon it, insisted that the daughter of the hero Robin Hood deserved recognition.
But then Mal realizes that this is not about the ceremony but about the statement it makes about Regina’s relationship with Eliza. She’s telling the town not to mess with her. She's letting the villagers know that she, the Evil Queen, loves this child, will protect this child, and will not stand idly by if she is mistreated.
Mal knows the whispered insults and rumors get back to Regina, and hell, they have to hurt. These people don’t know her at all. They don’t know who she truly is. Because beyond the heavy mask of her past crimes and her frightening reputation is a timid girl who just wants a family who love her, and who she can love, without any of the mind games and manipulation that came with her own. So of course she loves this baby, this innocent, new addition to Robin's life.
And so Regina's determination her own protective instincts, and strong, resilient heart bring them here, in the town hall, with a precious, fair-skinned, beautiful strawberry blonde infant.
The townspeople actually showed up. Perhaps out of fear, or out of sheer curiosity. Mal is sitting up there, on this ridiculous stage, amongst a group of people she isn’t quite sure she belongs to: Regina and her family, all three Charmings, Emma and the pirate. That ridiculous fat man who smells of sweat and wet earth is here too, and perhaps he's an odd man out too - but he’s Robin's very best friend, at least. He's raised Roland from an infant. But she and Lily… they just don't have the same ties to this family.
Zelena was afforded the option of attending (with magical cuffs and under the watchful eye of David, of course), but she declined. She’s not a mother. Mal can sense it. She may change one day, but that part of a woman that longs for their child, longs to care and love and nurture, it’s not in her.
Which is fine because it overflows in Regina.
“People of Storybrooke,” Regina calls out into the mic, as Robin stands next to her with his daughter, swaddled in pink blankets, held tightly in his arms.
The crowd dies down, loud shorts dying into low murmurs.
Before Regina can continue, Robin is tilting the baby in her direction, handing her over, and Maleficent’s heart nearly stops beating. Robin is a Locksley, a noble, who has no doubt been dragged to his fair share of naming ceremonies. Oh, he knew exactly what that simple gesture means, that change of hands of the baby.
It’s part of the ritual, of course. The child is to change hands, from father to mother before the name is revealed.
He just told the town, and Regina, all in one move, that he considers her to be the child’s mother.
Regina is taken aback, clearly, choked and at a loss for words. Maleficent sees the way her eyes shine and water. She can’t fault this idiotic man and his gigantic heart for much, but damn it, he probably should not have sprung the move on Regina like this. She doesn’t like to be emotional in front of others, she’s afraid to be vulnerable. In fact, it’s her biggest fear, other than losing a loved one.
But then perhaps….Mal tries for once to see things from this man’s perspective. Regina is stubborn and filled with self-doubt. She doesn’t see that she’s the best person for the job, and had Robin asked her to take on this role as mother before, Mal has no doubt that Regina would have argued, chased him away, denied and refused to hear him.
So, yes, maybe Mal was too quick to think the worst of Robin, and this was in fact the best way to bestow upon Regina the duties of a mother.
But now Regina can’t talk, she’s fighting tears and staring down at a baby while her lip quivers, Robin’s arm wrapping around her as he whispers things that thankfully a nearby mic does not pick up.
And Mal spots her first opportunity to protect her family.
She stands up, walking towards the mic when Henry stops her.
“I’ve got this.”
He walks towards the mic, while smiling at his mother sweetly.
“There’s a new addition to our family,” he says. It catches Mal’s breath, the way he says our family.
It sounds like he’s referring to everyone sitting up here, though that can’t be true. Henry doesn’t see her as family yet.
“Her name is Eliza Cathryn Mills Locksley,” he says, looking back at his mom. “Her name is a tribute to the fact she is blessed, and chosen by us, and innocent.”
Mal watches as Henry looks over at his mom, who has regained some of her composure. She walks back to the mic to finish the ceremony.
It's a bit screwy now. Typically this ceremony would not be administered by a parent. But up until moments ago, Regina didn’t know she was a parent, so performing the ceremony did not seem all that odd.
“With us today are Eliza’s godparents, sworn to protect, and love, and care for Eliza should Rob— we be unavailable.” Regina bites her lip, as she usually does when she tries to keep from crying. It works (always does) and she finishes.
“Maleficent, please rise.”
The town already knew, of course they did, but it still causes a commotion, nervous laughter and mumbled voices make her ears burn red. She reminds herself she does not terrorize villagers anymore. Now she’s got more important people to care for than herself.
“Do you promise to ensure that this child is never without love, and care, should...Rob— her parents not be available.”
“With all my heart,” Mal responds, her eyes never leaving the beautiful baby in the arms of the woman she loves.
“Do you promise to protect her, care for her, and be a resource for her all her life?”
“This child shall want for nothing.” It’s part of the ceremony, but saying the words still make her misty-eyed.
Regina hands the baby to Mal, who takes her willingly, and plants a kiss on her forehead.
“I am forever yours, Eliza.”
Years later, Maleficent will cite this as the very moment she felt she joined Robin and Regina's family. And Regina will confess it is the first time she felt a true part of Robin’s family.
Maleficent cherishes that they became a family before she fell into bed with Robin and Regina, before drunken one night stands were repeated too often with too little alcohol.
It's special that they became a family together, outside of any romance. They were united by their love of children, by their belief in second chances, by the way they embraced and accepted both darkness and light.
And for someone who had been without a sense of belonging for centuries, it's all the more special.
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Daily DOQ Drabble #48
First time Regina and Robin ask Mal to have sex. Day 3 of @doqweek
She blinks at them. Bright blue eyes wide with surprise. A weighted silence hanging in the air before she speaks. “That's what you want?” Her gaze locks with Regina's, shifts to Robin's, “What you both want?”
The two of them nod in unison and Regina's other hand reaches out to grasp Mal's, pulls it closer so it can rest atop her and Robin's joined ones. “We’ve talked about this. You’re both important parts of my life. I don’t want to lose either of you.” Her gaze darts to Robin’s for a moment, a silent moment of communication passing between them before Regina looks at Mal again. “We want to try this. If you’re willing.”
It would be a lie to say the blonde hasn’t thought about it before. Ever since Robin had returned. What it would be like with them. She’s seen the way the two of them interact, even envied the connection that is so clearly visible whenever they are together. But she and Regina share one as well. And the thief intrigues her. Beyond the simple fact that she finds him quite attractive.
Is this really something that could work?
Maleficent eyes them, considering for another few moments before a slow smirk slides across her face. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
#daily doq drabble#doq#dragon outlaw queen#brookeap3 writing#dragon outlaw queen fics#doq week#doqweek
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DOQ Week: April 10-16
A few things about this week:
The prompts are purposely broad, so get as creative as you want. For example, for “teach me”, you could have Regina teaching Mal how to do her duties as mayor, Robin teaching Mal how to pick a lock, Mal teaching Roland how to cook, etc. Or, you could do a Teacher AU. Or any form of AU where something is being taught to someone. As long as DOQ is involved, you can probably make it work.
As this is DOQ week, we have OQ fans and DQ fans writing. No putting down either of those ships, or any of the DOQ characters. I’d ask we also be respectful to all the ships in OUAT, so no one gets uncomfortable.
Some of these prompts may work with Robin, Regina, and Mal just being friends. Or a pairing like Mal and Regina + interacting/befriending Robin. However, again, please don’t disrespect DOQ, OQ, or DQ. Play nicely.
All forms of art are encouraged
Tag @DOQweek on tumblr or @Imagine_DOQ on tumblr. use hashtags #DOQWeek
Be a pal and review and reblog, writers and artists work hard. :)
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Start of Something New, Chapter 6
So, I know Dragon Outlaw Queen Week (@doqweek) starts tomorrow. However, tomorrow’s a busy day for me, and I won’t be home until evening; and, in the past when I’ve tried to schedule posts, tumblr ate them. And, as @stick-to-the-lasagna-lady, it’s April 10th somewhere. @doqweek
DOQ Week, Day 1: PDA- Roland has a birthday and the family stays late; and as the party is winding down, Robin, Regina, and Mal cuddle up together.
Previous chapters can be found HERE.
This had gone on later than any of them expected–it was just supposed to be a family dinner, after all.
But after dinner, there’d been cake and ice cream, and of course, a round of presents; and, Roland had been all too excited to open up Risk, one of the board games he’d highlighted and circled with stars on his birthday wishlist. It’d been a present from the Charmings, and he was all too eager to play, despite that it was already well-past eight–and now, here they were at quarter to eleven, and the game was still going.
The fact that it was Roland’s birthday had somehow cut down on the awkwardness–and Regina had been impressed with how Mal handled it all. It was no secret that she had the Charmings didn’t get along–there was a long and painful history that wasn’t easy to forget–and the Charmings had made it very clear that, at best, they didn’t understand the little arrangement she, Robin, and Mal had fallen into. But Mal was a gracious hostess, all smiles as she helped served the cake and made sure Esme didn’t get too fussy; and every now and then, Regina would glance over at Snow and see a soft and puzzled look on her face as she watched her.
Of course, it all felt so ordinary to the three of them–after all, wrangling three kids through dinner and some sort of after-dinner activity was something they did on a daily basis. They had their routines and they went through them with ease–and with a lot of banter and the occasional soft touch.
They’d been up and moving since six that morning–Esme’s usual wakeup time–and as the evening went on, they all got quieter; and they were all more than ready to fall into bed and let sleep consume them.
“Oh, I’ll get that, Regina,” Snow says Regina reaches for a bowl of leftover sloppy joe meat–Roland’s requested entree. “You should sit.”
“It’s fine,” Regina says, mustering a smile that stifles her yawn. “If I stop moving, I’m done for the night.”
“Maybe that’d be a good thing.” Snow looks back into the room, watching as Henry and Roland high-five each other and Hook and David frown. “We should go…”
“No,” Regina insists. “It looks like we’ll have a winner, soon enough, and Roland’s having such a good time. I’d hate to cut it short.” A grin twists onto her lips. “Besides, Esme skipped her nap today and stayed up way later than usual, so she’ll probably sleep in tomorrow.”
“Or wake up cranky.”
Regina laughs a little and nods–that’s the more likely possibility. “Well, it’s a good thing there’s three of us then. We can all take turns with her.”
“Yeah,” Snow murmurs awkwardly, looking quickly to Regina and then back into the living room–and she watches as Mal’s finger’s lace through Robin’s hand he tugs her down into an armchair with him. A warm smile tugs onto Regina’s lips as she watches them. She watches the way Mal’s legs fall over his, the way his hand runs absently over her hip and how she leans in and kisses him–soft and almost chaste, before pulling back and resting her head on his shoulder. “That… really doesn’t bother you?
“It really doesn’t,” she answers easily–her smile warming as she watches Robin press a kiss to Mal’s forehead as her fingers trail up and down his arm. “I love them, and I’m so glad that they love each other.”
Snow takes a breath and she ignores it–she doesn’t have the energy for awkward explanations or questions that drip with disapproval. Instead, she’d rather focus on them–how sweet they look, how good she knows it’ll feel to curl up with them once the day is done, and how happy they make her.
She watches as David’s eyes shift momentarily to them and Henry’s gaze follow, and a soft smile forms on his lips–this is nothing out of the ordinary. They’re an affectionate family–with the kids and with each other–but its mostly something they keep behind closed doors. So, Henry shrugs and his eyebrows arch as he looks to David–and a little giggle bubbles up in her as David shrinks back and focuses on the board game.
“You should join them…” Regina blinks as she looks back at Snow, her brow furrowing. “We’re almost done cleaning up, and I can manage.” Regina’s lips part, ready to say it’s not much and she can handle it, but Snow shakes her head. “Regina, I can find your tupperware and figure out how to use your garbage disposal.” A lopsided grin tugs up at the corner of her mouth, and she nods, relinquishing the leftovers to Snow. She murmurs her thanks as Snow starts to gather up the rest, and she walks into the living room.
Both Robin and Mal grin as she nears, and Robin’s arm opens to her, just before she sinks down onto the armchair with them. Robin’s arm folds around her and her legs stretch out over his lap, tangling with Mal’s has her long fingers trace swirling circles over her knee. A smile pulls onto her lips and her hand settles on Robin’s chest, her fingers lightly stroking back and forth as his head comes to rest atop hers.
She takes a breath and her eyes monetarily sink closed, enjoying the their warm touches and the solace of finally resting at the end of a long day–and she finds that she doesn’t care who’s watching.
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DOQ Week PDA
Here’s my fic for DOQ Week - PDA. Rated M (very M, but it’s me, you expected that, right?). This can be enjoyed as a one shot, but is part of my Swingers verse fics, that you can find here.
@doqweek
It's been a few months since they'd visited Mal in LA, and an unusually long time since they engaged in their activities.
It had been merely a case of poor timing. First Robin got a promotion at work, one that came with a steep learning curve, and he was pulling long hours before everything clicked into place. By the time he did, Regina had come down with an awful case of strep throat. Then Regina's parents were in town, and they had that out of state wedding to attend…
So it's been awhile, and in addition to missing Mal, they miss the wilder aspects of their love life that she always seems to bring out.
As luck would have it, Mal had to unexpectedly work a benefit on the night they arrived. “It's fine, the event won't take all night. Meet me at Angels & Demons afterwards. I'll duck out as soon as I can,” she had promised, while speaking to both of them on the phone. She’d added a tiny quick little Miss you that hit Regina in the gut, and seems to have affected Robin in the same way.
There's never any discussion as to whether or not they will all end up in bed together. Mal’s never been much for pre-planned evenings. But Regina never considered finding a lifestyle club for the occasion, or trying to pick up a couple. She misses Mal terribly, all of her, and would wager Robin does as well, if the way he keeps glancing around the club looking for her is any indication.
“She could be late,” Regina says, when she sees him peruse around the room again. Mal had told them that she may have trouble getting out of this event, after all.
“Right,” Robin agrees. “Sorry I just... it's been awhile.”
“Excited?” Regina asks with a teasing smile. “What do you expect to happen tonight, Mr. Locksley?”
“Oh, don't play innocent, Mrs. Lockley.” He draws her in closer, ducking his head against the crook of her neck and breathing in deeply. “You’re wearing her favorite perfume.”
Regina chuckles lightly. She’s caught, and might as well admit it. “I hope she doesn’t bring anyone else.”
“Want her all to yourself then?” Robin asks. They are swaying lightly to the music now, hands looped around one another as they get closer.
“I don’t mind sharing,” she replies softly, leaning in to press a soft, open mouth kissed to his neck. He moans. “I just want to,” she scrapes her teeth lightly against the skin left damp from her kiss, “fuck her really hard.” She hears his sharp intake of breath, and she grins triumphantly. She loves how she can get him riled up. “And I don’t want to suffer through boring introductions.”
Both their phones buzz then. Regina raises an eyebrow. Robin laughs. He checks his phone and sure enough, it’s a text from Mal.
She’s sent a picture of herself. She’s in a gorgeous black dress with a deep vee that extends to her sternum, breasts lifted and separated and looking gorgeous. Her hair’s in curly tendrils framing her face, her mouth is open, with a finger on her lips and she looks... incredibly sensual, ravenous, and… aroused.
A text follows.
Stuck here a bit longer. Don’t have too much fun without me.
Regina traces a finger around the image on Robin’s phone. Mal’s tempting them, the picture is absolutely designed for that purpose. And it’s working. It already has her imagining dipping a hand underneath the low neckline, freeing her gorgeous tits, and devouring her whole. God, she can hardly wait. And of course, that was what Mal had wanted with that picture.
“She wants to tease us, fine, lets tease her back,” Regina says with a smile. She’s wearing a little silver dress, low cut and short.
She turns around and presses her back to Robin’s front.
“Touch me,” she begs, her phone out and camera on.
He does, one hand venturing underneath the hem of her dress just high enough to feel her panties, the other cupping a breast. Despite it just being a show, he really does go for it, his hands massaging her curves, nimble fingers making her pulse with need.
Regina snaps a picture.
It’s a very... attractive looking picture. A bit grainy and over developed, as is to be expected from the darkness of the club and shotty flash of the camera, but it’s flattering to her form, and Robin’s hands truly do look like they are in the middle of cupping and groping her.
She texts it to Mal with a message Had to start without you, hope you don’t mind.
That picture didn’t capture their faces, and she can tease Mal a bit more with one of those, so she spins in his arms, prepared to take a picture of them kissing or looking seductively into the camera.
She sees that look in Robin’s eyes, and it throws everything off. He's biting that lower lip, eyes half-open and dark. She knows that look.
“I think your plan has backfired,” he rasps into her ear. “Now I won't be able to wait.”
She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her forehead against his, one heeled foot drawing up his shins. “Mmm, yes you will,” she sighs, bringing her lips to his. It's a deep, passionate kiss, like the ones they share when foreplay has ended and sex has begun.
They continue to kiss, let hands wander as they halfheartedly move to the music. He's hard against her hip, and she feels slick between her thighs. God, maybe just a quickie somewhere to take the edge off would work, who knows when Mal will be back, and…
Her phone buzzes again and she knows who it is, so she breaks her embrace with Robin to fish her phone out of her clutch.
There’s a picture of her, and from the background it appears she’s in a powder room. A hand is up her dress, designed to look like she’s playing with herself.
Regina knows that Mal can’t, she won’t, she can’t take that sort of time away from her party, not when she’s on the clock, but god, does it ever look good.
You two are driving me crazy the text reads, and god, that’s hot.
Robin responds a quick Wish we were there with you. Did you get yourself off nice and good? Maybe we should catch up to you….
Regina hikes a leg up and wraps it around Robin’s waist as her hips rock against where he’s hard for her. He moans and grips at her thigh, using his other hand to palm at her ass. And then Regina smiles, holds up her phone and aims it at the mirrored wall near them.
She can’t use flash, not when she’s taking a picture of a reflection, so it’s a bit dark and blurry, but it seems to work, makes the picture of them, tangled limbs and wandering hands, all the more tantalizing. She sends the picture with a Hope you feel as good as I do.
A follow up text says, There was no time :( have too much work. I hope you two are happy. Now I’m sexually frustrated in a sea of old boring men and pretentious snobby women.
Regina grins mischievously. She’s winning, and she likes to win.
But then Mal adds, Regina, darling, you look good enough to eat. And I’m going to. Thoroughly. For hours if you let me. It’s been too long.
Fuck.
Robin’s reading the text too, and she hears his little desperate moan, so she writes back
Careful now, you’re going to make Robin cream his pants.
“Hey!” Robin says in jest when he reads her message. Regina just raises an eyebrow dubiously. “I’d say that’s going to be a team effort tonight.”
Mal writes them back, Tell him to hold back, I have plans for him tonight.
“Sounds like you'll be busy tonight,” Regina says, her hands dropping down to his crotch, stroking lightly through the fabric of his slacks. “Fuck, I wish her event would end already,” she sighs as she continues to rub him. She rasps in his ear “Can’t wait to feel you inside me while I’m eating her.”
“Mm, god yes,” Robin says, his expression going into a clenched wince. “I want to taste her on you, god I love watching you make her come—oh, babe,” he buckles, thrusting into her and erratically grabbing her hand to stop the movements, “Slow down, I— I have to be able to walk.”
Regina laughs, releasing her hold on his cock. She shifts into his arms, so she's flush against him, “But I want you,” she whispers, “right now.” She nips his ear and he groans. She can hear his resolve crumbling, and good.
“She'll be here soon,” he tries to argue, but Regina just pouts and lets out a whimpered But I need it now.
.::.
He can't help himself, his hand seems to move on it's own volition up her dress, peeling her soaking panties aside and sliding fingers through her folds. She slippery with arousal, and it coats his fingers in the best of ways. Her back arches almost pornographically, hips thrusting towards him.
“Make me come,” she whispers, adding, “fast, please…”
They are in public, it's a low lit corner of a club and there's loud music and plenty of dancing and drinking to distract the people within arm’s distance from noticing what is going on, but it's best not to draw this out. So he slides two fingers into her fast, at that angle,
and turns his body so his movements are at least somewhat blocked by the majority of the room.
“Oh, yes, just like that,” she whispers into his ear. One arm tightens its hold around his neck while the other hand gropes shamelessly at his ass. Her eyelids flutter, but she fights to keep them open, lips curving in amusement as she looks behind him to the sea of people so close to them.
“You like this, don't you?” Robin whispers in her ear, “Getting fucked by my hand in front of all these people?” She bites her lip and moans at that, hips thrusting into his palm.
“You're so wet darling. You need this, don't you?” She moans again, only this time it's a throaty little Uhh-huhhh and he feels her thighs tremble around him. “Needed it right here, where someone might see us, might be watching us—” and oh, that's getting her even more worked up, has her shutting her eyes tight and gasping, nails digging deeply into his skin. “Mm, I can't wait either, You look so beautiful like this, Mal may never forgive me for not waiting, but I need—”
“Fuck — Mm! — she's so hot tonight,” Regina rasps, “I want her — fuck that's good— so bad.”
“God, yes, I've been thinking about that all night,” he confesses, “you look so gorgeous tonight, thinking of you with her…” he pauses and lets his mind wander to them, both in those sinful dresses, bodies pressed against one another, kissing and touching the way they do. She's breathing heavy, little sighs of pleasure going straight to his cock, the faint sound of his hand smacking against her skin faintly audible over the loud music that surrounds them. “Fuck I'm not going to be able to wait to get you two home.” He groans, thinking of all the time it will take between right now and when his cock finally, finally will get attention, and it makes him ache all the more.
“Robin I’m—” he eyes shut tight, as she grabs tightly at his shoulder, and he feels her body sagging bit, starting to lose her ability to balance on heeled feet, and Robin urges her to lean against him. She lets out a sexy little whimper and claws at his back when he changes the angle just a bit. “Fuck, like that, don’t stop I’m...cl-close... I—”
She’s gorgeous every time she reaches her peak, and this time is certainly no exception. And the fact she’s coming for him now, in a crowd full of people makes his cock twitch and ache. Fuck, he wants her.
He feels her legs tremble and quake against him, feels her walls flutter and spasm against his fingers. She’s gasping, deep hot breaths blowing over his cheek as she lets go, her head tilted back far enough that he can almost see her, almost catch the way her eyes bat shut and her mouth parts to let the sounds of pleasure slip free.
After her high she falls back against him, wrapping both hands around his neck. She’s a bit limp in his arms, but it’s good, he likes that. Reminds him of how hard her made her come, of how good he made her feel.
“Feel better, darling?” he rasps into her ear. She chuckles in response, swatting his shoulder in jest.
“I feel amazing,” she says, extracting herself from his arms. She leans against the mirrored wall, and fuck if she isn’t a sight. Flushed and panting, face glistening just the faintest bit, looking well-fucked and damn happy about it.
Robin smiles devilishly at her, presses a kiss to her lips, and says, “Good.”
And then he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of her. With flash. It’s blurry, and the flash catches the reflection of the mirror, but it still manages to catch her, to catch the blissful way she looks right now. And then he types. Regina couldn’t wait, it seems.
When her phone buzzes to alert her to the message he’s just sent, she shoots a skeptical look before reaching into her clutch and checking her phone.
“You little snitch!” She says in mock anger, unable to hide her laughter.
He holds up his hands in surrender before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You had me so close to coming in my pants that I need to do whatever necessary to cool down. Understand?”
It’s no longer funny, when he pulls away he sees how her expression has darkened, biting her lip in just that way.
She grabs his cock through his slacks, cupping his throbbing erection and stroking it. The feeling of finally being touched after so long has him thrusting into her palm and moaning like a reflex, it feels so bloody good, would feel so bloody good to come.
“Fuck, Regina, you should stop,” he rasps, and god, he does not want her to stop, and it takes every ounce of resolve he has to force those words out.
Regina raises and eyebrow, continuing the gentle strokes and biting, “You don't want me to stop.”
He groans as her hand bunches and twists through fabric to give him a firm strokes, his cock is aching now, he's quickly reaching the point of no return, and shit. “Of course I — oh fuck — of course I don't want you to stop, but I want to save it, darling, we have a long night ahead of us.”
She stops then, and he feels the cold loss of her touch immediately. It's gone on too long, and that prickly ache spiders up and envelopes him and shit.
He whimpers, then bites his lip hard and tries to focus on the pain of teeth sinking into flesh instead of the growing, swollen ache in his pants.
Regina shoots him this innocent, confused look, as if she doesn’t know what is going on. “Hate you,” he breathes, but she just laughs, leans into his ear and says Soon.
She writes a text to Mal, a simple We need you. Miss you terribly.
And she responds, Need you both. You’ve no idea how badly I need to come.
“Fuck,” Robin says, putting his phone away, “that’s enough, I’m not reading anymore.”
Regina laughs lightly (it’s not funny) and wraps her arms around him. “Sorry,” she offers. She’s not sorry, he can see it in her sweet smile, but it’s okay, she’ll make it up to him.
“Five minutes,” he warns, moving in rhythm to the music, hands on her hips, trying to ignore the pain between his legs. “In five minutes we’re going to find a bathroom, and I’m going to fuck the life out of you, I can’t wait anymore. You look too good.” He gropes at her ass and lets out a deep breath. “Feel bloody amazing, too.”
“So do you,” a sultry voice coos behind his ear as a hand slides into his back pocket, and thank fucking god.
He turns around and finds Mal looking like pure sex, lips painted bright red, dress revealing a criminal amount of cleavae. She looks about as desperate as he does. Those red lips crash into him, arms wrapping around his neck as his fly to her ass to scoop her up in her arms. She goes willingly into the lift, a soft sound of surprise momentarily splitting the kiss before she falls back into it, her tongue sliding into his passionately and firmly.
God, she’s amazing.
“Thought of you all day,” Mal finally says when she can talk. She glances back to Regina with a look of admonishment. “Couldn’t wait for me?” she says with a smile.
“I’m impatient,” Regina replies.
“So am I,” Robin groans, “let’s go.”
Mal looks around the club skeptically. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me up against this mirror since you two started taking pictures,” she whispers.
It’s dark in the club. It’s crowded, which, instead of being a bad thing, actually works to their advantage. There’s a lot of people dancing, grinding against one another, in their own little world, wrapped up in their own conversations.
They could maybe… maybe…
And if someone saw, what would they say?
There’s not a bouncer nearby, and shit, would he ever be quick.
Robin swallows hard and nods. “Fuck it. At this point I don’t even care, you two have been teasing me all day.”
Mal grabs his hand and guides it under her dress.
She’s not wearing any panties, and she’s slick, wet, and hot.
“Christ,” he breathes.
“You’ve been teasing me all day, too,” she reminds. And then she looks at Regina and cranes her neck to lean in and kiss her. “Missed you too, you naughty girl. Coming too soon. Now we have to catch up.”
Regina chuckles, and Robin watches for any signs of discomfort, or jealousy (there never is, never has been, but he isn’t quite at the point where these worries have entirely left his mind).
“Give me a show,” she mutters to both of them.
Mal hikes a bended knee against his hip, and fumbles between them to unzip his trousers. She grabs him with one warm hand, and the feeling of her firm touch around his aching cock is enough to have him moaning already.
He fights back a bit, sliding two fingers inside her. There’s nearly no resistance, she’s so damn wet, more than ready for him, and hopefully fucking close, because they don’t have much time to be fucking in the middle of a crowded club and he doesn’t have the strength to hold back much anyway.
“Please,” Mal moans, arching into his touch, and that’s all it takes. He feels Regina lean in to kiss him softly, before she takes her place next to both of them. She’s sort of blocking the view of people on the right from seeing what is going on, and it still leaves a free and clear view from people on the left, but frankly he doesn’t care.
He definitely doesn’t care as he slides into Mal’s wet, soft, velvety sex, feeling her walls clamp around him, all warm and soaking and the perfect balm to his aching cock.
He moans, but the sound Mal makes is pure heaven, something between relieved and desperate, her head throwing back, curls bouncing and tumbling over her face as she does. He holds onto her waist tighter, lets her lean back, and god, her tits look amazing like this.
“Fuck me,” she begs. And right, he hasn’t really been moving, but that’s only because he’s not entirely sure he can move.
“I won’t last long enough, I, sorry…”
“Fuck me hard, I don’t care, just—”
It’s all the permission he needs. He keeps one hand at her back (Mal needs the support, she comes hard, and with her whole body - it’s beautiful and he hopes he gets to see it now, though it seems unlikely with how far gone he is) and moves his other hand to her hiked leg, urging her to wrap around him harder.
And then he starts thrusting. He isn’t far gone enough to see her squirm and wince, and he knows the angle isn’t quite right, so he slows, lets her adjust, and move her leg up a bit as he bends his knees a little. He gives it a test thrust after they finish maneuvering, and the way her eyes flutter shut as a slow little Ffucckkkkkk that falls from her lips is all the indication he needs to keep going.
“God, you look sexy tonight,” he rasps, “bet everyone at your event wanted to fuck you.”
Mal squirms and Mms, and thank Christ she’s almost as far gone as he is. “I had a few propositions,” she admits in that terribly breathy voice he loves. “Not interested, too busy thinking about your cock.”
Fuck, she should not say things like that, not when he’s this close, not when his balls are literally aching for release.
“Thinking about you fucking me hard, just like this,” she moans again,”and coming on you, right here…”
No, she needs to stop, or that will never happen.
“You two look beautiful,” Regina says, tilting her head to grab a kiss from Mal. They kiss for a while, her hips still bucking against his, and the sight of her, the breathy little gasps she makes between kisses, combined with how tight and wet and warm she is, how every few passes into her he feels her flutter around him, it’s too much, it’s all too much.
“Mal, I gotta-- I’m—”
“Come inside me,” she breathes, “Come on, Robin, I wanna feel you—”
He has every intention of fighting back, but he’s too far gone, too mesmerized by the way she looks and sounds and feels, the way Regina is looking at them, the way her hands rub up and down his arms while she kisses the woman he’s currently inside of. It’s everything all at once, and he can’t settle, can’t stop himself from sinking into the pleasure and drowning in it, he's pulled in hard and fast, cursing and holding onto her tight as he finally — finally — comes. It’s sweet relief, the pressure built up over the last hour deflates, and he can hear Regina and Mal urging him on, exchanging sultry-voiced compliments and words of affection, about how hard and thick he feels, how good he looks, how they can’t wait to fuck him again.
He’s able to focus as the last of his orgasm leaves him, to see the way Mal’s smiling at him as she continues to ride him out. He feels a comforting hand rub his back, and turns to see Regina, smiling at him.
God, they are beautiful.
He stays in her until he’s limp, withdraws from her warmth (hears Mal groan as he does) and then he’s zipping and buttoning up his trousers quickly, shocked he got away with the whole damn thing. He takes in a few deep breaths while he settles himself, the reality of how fast he just came washing over him. Shit.
“Sorry,” he mutters. He can't shake feeling a little guilt of having failed her, even if she spurred him on and encouraged him to do so, even if they all well know that he'll be ready to go again as soon as they get home (next time, hopefully for much longer).
But Mal doesn’t look at all bothered. She’s trading kisses with Regina, who already has a hand up her dress.
“Don’t be sorry,” Mal breathes. “It was --fuck, Regina! — good, so good!”
She’s pressed against the mirror, and Regina is… aggressive. He assumes they must have made quite the sight, as desperate and riled up as they were. And it seems to have affected his wife, who is kissing Mal like there’s no tomorrow, and from what he can see, she’s working her hand in quick, firm movements that will no doubt cause her to cramp up after a bit.
He moves behind her, palms at Regina’s ass and draws soothing strokes up and down her side with his other arm, dipping down to kiss the sweat sheened skin of her neck. Regina breaks the kiss with Mal to turn to Robin and kiss him now. He loves that, the way they so naturally fit.
“Missed you,” he hears Regina murmur into Mal’s ear, “You feel so good. Love watching you with him.”
“God, I love you,” Robin says to the both of them. He and Mal don't say that, but there's something there, there has been for sometime, it's not just about their mutual love for Regina anymore (and Mal does love her, he can tell). They say nothing, Regina turning her neck as best she can, grabbing an angle to kiss him, Mal reaching around Regina to rub his arm affectionately.
Mal is being seen to by Regina, little gasps and sighs tell him she's close. So he focuses his efforts on his wife, runs a hand through her hair and plants sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders, murmuring words of encouragement about how good they look together, how close Mal is, how much he loves watching her.
Regina responds with a little moan and he feels her ass rubbing against his crotch. He’s not hard yet (it’ll take a bit longer than this), but he knows her well enough to know that she already wants to come. She wants it again, and who could blame her? Fuck, they need to get out of this club as soon as possible.
“You two looked so good together,” Regina sighs into Mal’s neck, before kissing the flesh there. “Love seeing you make him come.” Mal nods, lets out a little whimper, that breathy little sound that always means she’s on edge.
“I want to watch you come on his cock tonight. When we’re alone, and have more time. Do you want that?”
“God yes,” Mal says, “been thinking about it --mm! — all day. And you, the way you feel, the way you taste…”
He recognizes it the second it happens, when her back arches violently back, head slams into the mirrored wall behind her, and he reaches from behind Regina to steady Mal as she comes. Regina’s movements slow, helping Mal ride it out, kissing around her jawline and whispering something he can’t quite hear.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers as the last of the orgasm leaves her.
The three of them are all smushed together, they must look quite a sight, and now that the excitement has left him, the need to come and to watch them come, he has the slightest flicker of worry about what others near him may have seen.
It leaves quickly. He doesn’t care. Who cares what a bunch of strangers think anyway?
Regina extracts herself from between them, holding a sticky hand precariously in the air, with a cute smile on her face.
“I’m uhhh... this is from both of you,” she reminds, and it’s only then he remembers, yes, he did come inside Mal and that did make things a bit messy. “I’m going to go to a restroom and... clean up.
“I’ll join you,” Mal offers. But Regina shakes her head. “Keep him company. I’ll be right back. And we can get going. She gives a quick peck to them both and trots off, no jealousy, no concern of leaving Mal and her afterglow alone with her husband.
He loves that about her.
Mal is still leaning against the wall behind them. She raises her arm and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer and giving him that cat-ate-the-canary look she often does after she’s been well-fucked.
“Usually when I get excited about this it’s to see Regina,” Mal admits, and that’s not a surprise. He knows she cares for him as well, but Regina is special to her in a way he doesn’t quite match. “This time though... I kept thinking about fucking you. As much as I thought about her.”
And that’s a surprise. A bit shocking, not because she feels it but because she went as far as to admit to it.
“Well if it helps, this is all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days,” he admits, and she chuckles. “I mean, all three of us, of course. But I like this, with you.”
She leans in and presses a kiss to his mouth that’s gentle and sweet. It’s a side of Mal the world doesn’t get to see, but he does, and he loves it. He loves the big goofy smile she has, the way she leans into his embrace, and flirts with him like a giddy teen.
“Can’t wait to get you two home,” Robin says, and he kisses her, a bit more heated, with tongue. She responds to the kiss, a hand swooping around his neck to kiss him back a bit more firmly.
“ROBIN?”
It’s hard to hear over the loud music, but he could swear he recognized the voice of the person calling his name. But it can’t be, she’s back in Boston, and he’s here in Los Angeles, and —
He turns around to see a completely shocked Mary Margaret with an entirely embarrassed David.
“What are you two— why are you not in Boston?”
“We went on a trip to Disneyland, god, Robin, how could you? And with MALLORY? Mallory, I—”
“This isn’t our business, Mary Margaret,” David interrupts. He won’t meet Robin’s eyes (the coward) but at least he has the good sense to know he should step out.
Mal’s absolutely no help. Her eyes are wildly amused, and all she offers is a giggling fit.
“How did you even find me?” Robin asks incredulously. His brain is swimming. He knows that Regina wishes to keep this aspect of her life private from Mary Margaret, the damned woman would judge the hell out of them for their marital relationship, but he’s going to have to tell her the truth soon enough, because he will not have her thinking he’s a cheater.
“Robin you posted that you checked into this club on like, every form of social media you have,” Mary Margaret says, pulling up her phone.
His stupid, god damned new phone from his stupid, god damned new job. He has no idea what setting it has, but it has really screwed him this time.
“We were going to surprise you, but CLEARLY you are the one surprising us. And you better prepare yourselves, if we found you, Regina can find you, and she could show up at anytime….” Mary Margaret continues to babble while Robin searches for something to say to end this mess of a misunderstanding, and all he can think to do is bite his lip to keep from laughing.
It’s either great timing or terrible timing when Regina, completely oblivious to the people behind Robin, returns from the bathroom.
“Come here, gorgeous,” she says, grabbing Mal’s hand (Mal gives it to her willingly, completely tickled pink by this turn of events). Regina pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss before Mary Margaret can think enough to speak.
“R-R-Regina?”
“Not our business.” David reiterates. “Sorry, we’ve had a long day. We’re going to go back to the hotel now, this is…”
“But you’re married!” Mary Margaret protests. “What is… what…” She looks appalled, she looks angry, and maybe… is she jealous? He thinks of the past interactions he’s seen between Mary Margaret and Regina. How she always seems to look up to the woman, how she sometimes seems desperate to make her proud, and yes, maybe. Maybe she is a bit envious of Mal, here.
“We enjoy the company of others in our bedroom,” Regina winks at her. “You and David should try it.” She searches for David’s eyes. He avoids her, before finally relenting and looking up at her. “I think he might like it.”
Mal bursts out in laughter, and Robin cannot help but smile at the look of absolute horror on Mary Margaret’s face.
“I don’t understand…” she says, and she’s more shocked, less angry now.
“And you never will,” Mal says. “Now if you’ll excuse me, we’re all going to go home with one another. Pleasure seeing you both. Next time you visit Disneyland, give me a call, okay? We could... have fun together. Hop on some rides….”
“Mal,” Robin warns, but he can hear how his warning is too colored by his amusement. They are all enjoying corrupting Mary Margaret far too much. “I know how this looks, Mary, but this is for all of us. It’s not… no one is cheating. No one is being selfish.”
“He’s right,” Mal says, smiling. “It’s okay, Mary Margaret. We care about one another.”
“I’m happy,” Regina offers.
Robin sees the way Mary Margaret’s face changes, as if she’s gone through the stages of grief and has finally gotten to acceptance.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you guys back in Boston.” Mary Margaret says just above a whisper.
Mal grabs both their hands, and pulls them off, Robin and Regina muttering goodbyes and promises to call when they are back in town.
As they get into an uber, Mal laments, “If that little princess killed the mood, I may have to end her.”
Robin shakes his head, looking obviously up and down at Mal, and then Regina. “I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to kill the mood tonight,” he promises, kissing Mal sweetly on the lips. “We’ve missed you too much.”
“Good,” Mal says, looking them over. Her expression changes to one that is very unlike her, all sweet and vulnerable and sentimental.
“I missed you both, too.”
It's times like these where Robin curses the distance between them, wishing Mal was closer, and they could see each other all the time. And then he wonders what that means, how this unconventional relationship has evolved into something more, something with passion and heat but also feelings. He tries not to think about it too hard, and enjoy the way things are, right now.
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DOQ Day 5 - Teach Me
Thanks as always to the wonderful @repellomuggletum15 for betaing. This is just a little fluff. Mal spending the night at the mansion for the first time when Peanut is over, trying to get a grasp of what parenting is like from two seasoned veterans.
Set in the Unlaced verse (you can find that here)
He wakes first. He's not surprised; Regina has spent most of the week up at all hours, and Mal, well, she sleeps like the dead.
Regina's beside him, her profile turned toward him, hair spread out across the pillow behind her like a scarf caught in a wind.
Mal’s spooned beside her, the delicate wispy ends of Regina's hair touch her face. It must tickle a bit, she crinkles her nose on every third breath in, occasionally sniffling, but not yet waking.
Mal has one elegant arm wrapped around Regina's waist, palm resting flat on her stomach while Regina has a hand on Robin’s chest. Regina likes this, he knows. Touching both of them while she slumbers. Whenever they sleep together (actually sleep) she is always strategically trying to fight her way into the middle. Robin finds it quite sweet, especially coming from the woman who emphatically told him she was not a cuddly sleeper.
For a second the memories of her holding him, pressing into him, grasping at him awake in his mind, and his heart swells with emotion like a helium balloon. She's worlds different than she had been when they first met, walls up, guarded, always hedging every action with an equal, opposite one. But now she's here, all of her. All in. For the both of them.
It's adorable, watching them sleep, and yet also incredibly erotic — curled into each other, slotted into perfect place as if they were made for one another. They are completely nude, he's made well and sure they were well seen to last night, so much so that they had collapsed without so much as picking up the strewn clothes on the floor or washing up for bed.
It's times like these he's a bit envious of the female refractory period, for when the two of them come together they reach peaks over and over again without ever having to hold back, without ever having to slow down and wait for others.
Mal had been hot last night, all sensitive and eager and begging for their touch, and they had both indulged in whatever had her lighting up so quickly and eagerly.
His mind wanders back to how hard she’d come on his tongue. He had been sure that she'd need a moment, as she usually did, but she had only held his head against her tighter, riding the whole orgasm out while writhing and moaning and begging him not to stop, each word moaned against’s Regina’s mouth as she kissed and kissed her. He’d worked his tongue until it ached, planting firm, quick licks where she needed him most, until she had shouted and come again for him, every delicious sound making his cock throb. She had been spent after that, naked and sweat-sheened and boneless and absolutely breathtaking.
He had Regina then, and there had been the slightest bit of pressure to make them both enjoy this experience in equal amounts, but female biology does not work that way, he’s realized. Some days reaching that peak is more difficult, sometimes the thought of more than one orgasm is impossible.
It’s dependent on so many factors, so many things he cannot control. And yet, he’d tried anyway. Regina had begged him to fuck her hard, and fuck, he was aching for a release already, but he held back as best he could, withdrawing and replacing his cock with his fingers when the feeling became too overwhelming. She did come, had come earlier on Mal’s mouth, and came again with Robin. It was work, it was hard, but he’d be damned if he would make Mal come three times and Regina not even once.
Before he can get too caught up in memories, before he can even entertain the thought of waking them up for a second round, he hears the contraption by Regina’s nightstand cry out.
Ellie’s awake.
Regina has spent every morning and late night with her for the past few weeks, and he promised himself he’d give her a break this morning, let her enjoy the comfortable coziness of Mal’s embrace while he cared for their infant. So he rushes out the bedroom door to the nursery, reciting the steps to using that infernal bottle warmer as he goes.
.::.
The second the child stirs, so does Regina. And that startles Mal awake. She hears Robin’s footsteps leaving the bedroom, and good for him. Good man. She prevents Regina from getting up, holding her tighter to her, close to the bed.
“He’s got her, R’gina” she says sleepily. “S’ok. Rest up little one.”
Regina falls back onto the feather pillow and goes limp into her arms. “Hope he remembers about the bottle warmer. He doesn’t like to use it… but the baby likes the milk nice and warm…”
“Does she?” Mal asks. It's the first time since they started doing... this that she's spent the night when Ellie has been there. There's something so intimate about it, even though Robin and Regina aren't touching or talking. She suddenly feels like she doesn't quite fit. She doesn't know about this, about babies and what type of milk they like, or how much milk they need. She doesn't know anything, because Snow White robbed her of the opportunity to learn a damned thing.
She squeezes her eyes shut and clings to Regina tighter.
“I shouldn't worry. He's a natural father,” Regina murmurs before sleep takes her over. The words sting, claw at Mal’s heart. But Regina couldn’t know. She knows better than to mention anything about the time she’s lost with Henry - whether it is that missing year or the time he now spends with Emma and the pirate. She doesn’t understand, however, that Mal is sensitive about her abilities as a mother.
But Regina is sleepy and cuddling closer to her, and well, she forces the pain away, and tries to dream alongside her.
In an hour, Regina awakes in her arms. She’s well rested, nearly giddy with sleep. “I love mornings like this,” she rasps.
“Mm,” Mal says, waking with her arms still around her. “I could get used to this. Shower?”
Regina shakes her head. “You go on ahead. I just want to check on Robin and the baby.”
The feeling of exclusion she had in the early morning creeps back, and Maleficent turns her back to her and heads to the shower.
She spends time under scalding hot water, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She cries freely, and the tears are cathartic, wash away the tightness in her chest.
When she dresses to join her two lovers, she's far more at ease. And then she sees them, bent over their child (Regina won't call herself Ellie’s mother yet, but she belongs to her, and everyone can see it). They coo and whisper words of love that she cannot hear or share, and it breaks her just a bit.
Regina looks up, must hear Mal as she picks up the pot of coffee.
“Hey,” Regina calls out softly as she makes her way to the kitchen.
Mal smiles back at her. “Hello there.”
“What's wrong?”
It's unusual that Regina need ask, she's normally so open, more than willing to tell her how she feels. But there's a shyness now that has her avoiding the two of them.
“I just... I never had this,” she points towards Robin, who has Ellie slung over his shoulder while he pats and rubs at her back in some odd pattern he must have learned by caring for Roland.
“I know, and I'm so sorry it was taken from you, that you missed this with Lily.” Regina's eyes go into this gentle expression, soft and soothing as a meadow breeze. It's as hypnotizing as beautiful. She always gets lost in those eyes.
“It's not just Lily…” Mal starts, “I just wish I knew how to help care for her the way you do. You two are her parents—”
“Nooo,” Regina drawls carefully, “Robin is her father, I’m—”
“Oh Regina, come on,” Mal sighs, “it's as clear as day. You are her mother. And I'm not that, and worse, I can't even... I'm not even able to help you two with her. It makes me feel…” She closes her eyes for a moment, to gather her thoughts. “I don't need to be her parent, like you two. I just wish there was some way I could contribute, so I could feel less... on the periphery, when you are with family like this.”
“Oh,” Regina says. “How can we help?”
Mal frowns. “There's nothing to help with, I'm not a part of your family in that way anyway.”
“Yes, you are,” Regina insists, “you are her family. Same as me. And we will do a better job making sure you know it. If there's anything we can do...”
Her words sound so sincere, and while it's not exactly true, it seems Regina wants her involved.
“Will you…. will you um, teach me how to care for her?”
She's never had to ask her little pupil to teach her anything, and it's such an odd role reversal. She hates the sparkle of amusement in Regina's eye.
“I’m sure it's easy enough,” Mal adds flippantly. “Just, how to work that bottle water and how to make the milk, when to feed her and give her time to rest—”
Regina cuts her off with a kiss and grabs her hand, leading her to where Robin sits with the baby.
“Everything alright?” Robin asks as he cradles Ellie in his arms.
“Yes,” Regina says, as she lets the baby grab tightly to her finger, “I think Mal would like to hold Ellie.”
Robin looks up at Mal and smiles. “Yeah? It's about time you asked. Here you are.”
He hands the baby to her. It's awkward, she'd studied how they hold her carefully, but she's not quite sure she has it.
“Good,” Regina says next to her, adjusting her hands just slightly. “Her neck is still a bit weak, so we have to support her head, like you’re already doing.”
The child stirs, and Mal is sure she is about to cry. But then she raises a hand to her lips and sucks at her thumb. Instinctively, Mal begins to move, little bouncy movements that the babe seems to enjoy. Her eyes shut, as slants of sunlight settle down on her face, with her puffy little cheeks and the balled fist against her lips, she looks angelic and peaceful.
“I want to, to learn how to—”
“We will teach you. Together.” Regina promises. “But right now you are soothing Ellie to sleep, and that is something that cannot be taught. It's innate. Instinctual.”
Mal’s eyes water. She'd always wondered how she would be as a mother, how she would learn, how she'd manage. And hearing Regina say that... it's everything.
“It's true. You're a natural,” Robin whispers. He presses a kiss to her brow and rubs soothing patterns against her back.
Her heart soars, thinking of how she finally has the opportunity to use the mothering instincts she's felt coursing through her veins for centuries. And it's fitting that it's Robin and Regina, these beautiful lovers she cares for more than she's ready to admit, that have given this to her.
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Swingers, Ch 3
A/N: Soooo...this is my first attempt at a foursome. I've been working on it for a straight year. And if it were not for @repellomuggletum15, @somewhereapart, @trina-deckers, @outlawqueenbey, @the-alpha-incipiens, and @brookeap3, this fic would have NEVER gotten done. So I thank you guys for helping me, cheerleading me, encouraging me, and giving me those much needed kicks to the ass. And Bea, who turned this messy project into something readable (i.e., something with actual punctuation).
This is for DOQ Week, Day 3: First Times. There are lots of firsts here. First real girlfriend for Mal, first time with someone Mal cares about, Mal's love interest's first time swinging, even a first "I love you".
Headed to your coast in two weeks! Can’t wait to see you xoxox
It isn’t too different from her standard text, and Mal’s isn’t too different when she makes plans around Boston and stop in to visit Robin and Regina. Over time they’ve become close friends, but the distance keeps their visits to a few times a year, and despite them all wishing the visits were more, there is a certain novelty being kept in play by seeing each other so rarely. There is also a certain amount of casual flirtation they do up to these visits, usually in a group text. And it is nice. They are close friends, closer than most people know, and wonderful lovers.
Their visits do not always include winding up in bed together, but it usually happens. Over the years those excursions have become a bit wilder as they had grown more comfortable with one another (or, particularly as Robin and Mal have become more comfortable with each other. Regina, well, Regina is comfortable with both of them.)
During one visit, Mal had expectantly showed up with a date, a handsome, if goofy-looking guy named Kristoff. Kristoff was a Norwegian that was happy and upbeat almost nauseatingly enthusiastic about everything. By the end of the night, he had wound up in the sheets with them. That in itself had been very new for Regina and Robin, and had been a test for Robin’s comfort.
They would swing before, but by the time Robin got involved it was very much like couple swapping, where he and another beautiful woman engaged while Regina did the same with that lady’s partner. But that… that had been four people all having sex, leaving Robin and a less-concerned Kristoff to navigate around each other. It was a different experience, he wasn’t used to making eye contact with a man so often during sex, especially an overly enthusiastic man who gave goofy smiles and wiggled eyebrows suggestively at Robin during the entire night. And though Robin found he quite enjoyed his time with the couple, he admitted to Regina he was pleased to learn Mal had cut Kristoff loose (“He bored me,” was the only thing she had gotten out of her as the reason for the breakup).
But then there is Ruby, Ruby, the SuicideGirls model who had a home full of black lights and lava lamps and glow-in-the-dark sex toys. Ruby is fun, and gorgeous, and up for whatever. Mal had met her at one of the parties she attended and became close friends, or playmates… or something (they certainly weren’t exclusive, exclusivity was not in Mal’s nature).
Sex with Ruby is… otherworldly. It is almost a blessing that Regina and Robin do not live closer to the two of them, or the sex might become too addicting. There had been one weekend where the four of them had never left Mal’s bed – they had only met for drinks, and Ruby showed up, dressed in far too little, makeup heavy and smeared. In a few moments the girl was on Robin’s lap, and minutes later she leaned in to kiss Regina right there as they enjoyed cocktails, and then they were all lost in each other, nearly getting thrown out of a cab going back to Mal’s, It was... intense. There have only been a few times attraction and needs had been so raw as that first weekend with Ruby. And while she missed the nice meals, great conversation, the time alone with Mal to just catch up and be friends, she walked away with fond memories of that weekend, and quite frankly, if it were to repeat itself it would be quite nice….
Regina is lost in thought about that weekend when the phone rings. She’s surprised to see it’s Mal. Mal isn’t one for phone calls. She is texts and the occasional email, but that’s really it.
“Mal?”
“Regina!” Mal exclaims... and what was that in her voice? She sounded a bit younger and almost… scared? Hesitant? “I got your text. It’ll be nice to see you.”
“Is something wrong?” Regina asks, figuring she should just be direct. Mal’s false excited voice doesn’t fool her - never will. Something is off. Perhaps Mal wanted to take sex off the table for the weekend, maybe it was a bad time for her… maybe….
“No, nothing’s wrong. I, uh, I….It’ll be nice. You both can meet Gwen.” Meeting friends or romantic partners isn’t new to Regina. But it’s the way she says her name – Gwen – that throws her off.
“Oh, Gwen, huh?” she teases, imitating her tone. “And who is Gwen?”
“My girlfriend,” Mal clarifies, though she needn’t. Still, using the word, defining a relationship like that, is so out of character for Mal the word almost slaps Regina in the face.
“I was unaware you had a girlfriend.” She tries to keep the hurt out of her voice, but they tell each other everything, she and Mal, and it hurts to not know of every new development in her life.
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Drawn to the Fire (5/7) - DOQ Week Day 5: Teach Me (rated Tish)
Okay, this sucks because I was rushing it, I'M SO SORRY. There's also no smut, only hints of it, because again, I'm so late with this that I was just trying to get it done to get to the next day. I'm so so sorry. This is ostensibly sort of a sequel to Chapter 30 of The Fire's Found a Home in Me. @doqweek
Summary: Regina goes out drinking with Emma and Snow, plays a bit of pool, and remembers who taught her how to play.
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Drawn to the Fire (Day 5: Teach Me)
Regina gets the text from Emma a little before she’s set to leave the office. It’s a simple, to the point, Girls night? and for a second, Regina’s tempted to turn her down. She doesn’t have plans for the night, but it’s a Friday, and she was looking forward to going home to Robin and Mal and their children. She already knows Robin took care of dinner, ordering Chinese from Mushu’s, and it’s just what she’s in the mood for.
But as she’s typing out her response, Emma sends another text before she can finish: Please?
For Emma to plead with her, Regina knows things must be serious. With a sigh, she erases the message she was working on, and shoots back, Sure. Give me a couple of hours to get ready, then meet at Aesop’s?
She’s packing up her things when her phone vibrates again. This time it’s Snow, and she barely gets to read the first message before she’s sending another, and another. Regina has long since decided that Snow’s most annoying habit, besides telling secrets, is the mass of texts she’ll send instead of just saying something in one.
Hey, have you talked to Emma?
She’s had a bad fight with Hook.
I think she could really use some friendship tonight.
Think we could have a little girls’ night?
There’s a pause in the flurry, and Regina has the thread pulled up now. She can see Snow typing something, and then presumably erasing it and starting over. Regina rolls her eyes, finishes gathering her things, and then finally, her phone vibrates with another text from Snow.
You could bring Maleficent, too, if you want.
Regina sighs, wiping her thumb over her screen as she considers the message. She appreciates that Snow is trying here, but Snow knows how Mal feels about her. She can handle the occasional family dinners they have, because she knows how much it means to Regina, but in general, Mal prefers to avoid the Charmings as much as she can. She’s forgiven them for Lily, but she hasn’t forgotten, something Regina completely understands.
So she texts back, Yes, I’ve talked to Emma. We’re meeting at Aesop’s in a few hours. It’ll just be me. She pockets her phone after that, ignoring when Snow texts back so that she can finally get out of her office.
Regina gets home with plenty of time to eat and spend at least a few moments with her family before she’s off again. It’s not the relaxing night she was hoping for, but Emma needs her, and Robin and Mal don’t begrudge her being there for her friend. She even extends Snow’s invitation to Mal, though she gets the expected response:
“Thank you, but I’ll stay here with Robin. Don’t want him to be lonely.”
She sees straight through it (and so does Robin, if his smirk is any indication), but she says nothing, simply nods and kisses them before she’s off to get dressed. She showers and changes, does her makeup a bit more appropriate for a bar, lets her hair stay wavy instead of blowing it out. Almost doesn’t leave when Robin wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her hair, murmuring, “It’s unfair to wear your hair like this when you’re about to leave us…”
God, how she’d love to spend the rest of her evening here, in his arms and Mal’s, trading lazy kisses and touches. But she turns her head to catch his lips, placing delicate pecks as she says, “Later. I promise.”
He doesn’t argue, only kisses her softly and then steps away so she can put the finishing touches on her outfit. Mal similarly compliments her on how beautiful she looks, and it makes it even harder to leave them. They’re not trying to make it more difficult, in fact they’re being very good about it.
So she kisses them goodbye, and teleports to the bar. She doesn’t plan on getting blitzed, but magic would still be safer (or if she has to text Robin or Mal to get here, then at least she doesn’t have to worry about her Benz). She walks in, and Emma’s already there, standing at the bar already drinking a beer.
When Regina crosses over to her, the first thing Emma says is, “I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to get really, really drunk and not think about Hook.”
“Right,” Regina nods, completely unsurprised at the ground rules she has just laid down. Typically that’s how these evenings go, whether it’s because Emma’s had a fight with Hook or just had a bad day. She waits for the bartender to ask for her order, and she gets a martini for herself, and then two shots.
Emma just looks at her, surprised, and Regina shrugs. “Might as well start the night off right,” she says, and slides the second shot over to her when the bartender places them.
“Fair enough,” Emma grins, raising the glass in salute and then downing it as Regina does the same. She whistles through her teeth at the burn, and then says, “So, how are things with Robin and Maleficent?”
Regina looks at her in disbelief. “You really want to talk about my relationship right now?”
“Oh come on.” She takes a sip of her beer, shrugs her shoulders. “It can't be all happily ever after over there, even if you are fairy tale characters. You three just had a baby not too long ago. Surely you want to complain about the kid?”
“Well. I wouldn’t say complain.” Regina stares at her martini, twirling the olives in the drink. “It’s been… interesting. Raising a baby that’s part dragon is certainly more… intense than raising Henry was.”
“I’ll bet. Does she set things on fire?”
“No,” she answers, and just as Emma’s commenting on how that’s good, she adds, “Well. Not yet, apparently. Mal said that could happen once she gets older, though.”
Emma bursts out laughing. “Oh, man, just imagine how carefully you’re going to have to watch her.”
“Shut up and drink your beer, Swan,” she snaps without any heat to it.
By the time Snow shows up, they’re three rounds in, which is actually for the best. Snow won’t even need more than half a drink to catch up to them, so it works out well. They’re almost finished playing a game of pool when Snow arrives, and the first thing she asks is, “Regina, when did you learn to play pool?”
Regina’s lined up to make a shot, has just released the cue when Snow asks her question, and it shocks her so much she scratches, the cue ball rocketing off course and jumping off the table. “Damn,” she curses, a rush of anger bubbling inside of her, and hopefully any red in her face will be attributed to that and not the heat of the memories Snow’s question evokes.
Emma crows with excitement,one step closer to winning with Regina’s scratch, but Snow is staring at her, and Regina has to get herself under control. If only Snow had known how difficult it had been to control her thoughts when Emma insisted on playing pool.
“Robin taught me,” she says, voice a little strangled as she tries to not think about the “lessons.” Now is not the time to get hot and bothered, when she’s out with friends and unable to do anything about throbbing beginning to build between her thighs.
But she can still remember it perfectly, that day that Mal and Robin led her down to their basement. They had wanted to show her something, they said, and she had no idea what could possibly be down there. To say she’d been surprised at the pool table would be an understatement. She couldn’t imagine where they’d gotten it, or why, until Mal had explained she’d conjured it, because she wanted to learn.
“Remember how Robin was teaching me the other night, at the Rabbit Hole?” Mal had said, and Regina didn’t remember a whole lot of pool-playing going on. There was a lot of tonsil hockey, she remembers that quite well, had watched from the table as Robin and Mal kissed and kissed until she couldn’t resist whisking them home.
“So we decided to try learning at home… We had the day alone yesterday, after all,” Robin had shrugged, and Regina had laughed.
“And did you actually play any pool, or did you find there were more entertaining things to do with this table?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at them.
“Both,” Mal laughed, and drew Regina over to the table. “Come on, little one, let’s teach you how to play… And then we can play.”
Emma whoops suddenly, snapping Regina out of her memory. “Looks like I won that one, Your Majesty,” she says, grinning wide and having a celebratory swig of her beer. “Care for a rematch?”
No, she should not play again, because that means she’s going to keep thinking about that night in her basement. She swallows, holds up her empty glass. “Let me get a refill first,” she says, hoping if she takes a moment then maybe she’ll calm down.
Her phone vibrates while she waits for her drink, and it’s from Mal and Robin. A simple, Having fun, love?
We’re playing pool, she replies, and gets the teasing response she expected. She chuckles a little at their mischievous Is it as fun as when we play?
Of course it’s not, but only because when they all play together, she gets eaten out on top of the pool table until she screams.
She goes back to Emma with her martini, belly swirling with arousal now, because Mal and Robin haven’t stopped teasing her. It’s unfair, when she can’t do anything about it.
She loses count of how many rounds they drink, and how much they play, but it has her desire steadily ramping as she gets more and more loose-limbed. By the end of the night, Emma is declaring Hook a selfish fucker for — apparently — buying a house and wanting her to move in with him without actually asking, and Snow is giggly and swaying and Regina feels just a little sorry for the hangover she’s going to have. Or at least she would feel sorry for her, if she wasn’t too busy thinking about all the things she’s going to do to her lovers when she gets home.
She’s more than a bit giggly too, and that’d be embarrassing if she could think about it, but fuck it. She’s drunk, and Emma’s smiling a lot, and at least seems less mopey about Hook right now, which means Regina can take her leave. She can go back home, and fuck her dragon and her thief senseless, maybe on the pool table still in their basement.
“I’m gonna go home,” she says, and her tongue feels a bit thick. She’s had a lot tonight, more than she’s had in awhile because Storybrooke does not lend itself well to nights of frivolity like shots and martinis, not to mention she’s raising three children of various ages. So she says her goodbyes to Emma and Snow, teleports herself home, and then she’s in their bedroom.
Mal and Robin are in their bed, of course, though they’re not asleep yet. They’re reading, actually reading together, Mal with her head resting on Robin’s shoulder as he holds the book. God, they are so fucking adorable sometimes, Regina doesn’t know what to do with them.
Except she does, she absolutely does know.
“Hello there,” she murmurs, trying for sultry, and she’s a little too drunk to realize she can’t quite hit sultry. She doesn’t quite notice the stupid grins that break out on her lovers’ faces, either, as she slinks over to the bed.
“Have a good night, dear?” Mal asks, amused, as Regina crawls into bed.
“You could make it better,” she says, waggling her eyebrows, and okay, they laughed outright at that. This seduction is not going at all how she planned.
“I think perhaps what you need is some sleep, love,” Robin teases, setting his book aside.
“But I want you two. I’ve been thinking about having you on that pool table again,” she says with a frown, even as Mal waves her hand, changing Regina’s clothes from the ones she wore to the bar to her pajamas.
“Tomorrow,” Mal promises, gathering Regina into her arms, and oh, she’s so warm and soft. “Tomorrow we can fulfill any dirty fantasy you want, if you want. But how about we sleep now?”
Regina wants to protest, but her eyes are already starting to slide shut. That arousal has dimmed, now that she’s in bed, now that she’s cuddled into Mal and Robin’s wrapped an arm around her too, fingers tracing a soothing pattern from her shoulder to her wrist. Sleep sounds good, so good as her head swims, and then she stops fighting it.
Tomorrow, she’ll have them on the pool table. Tonight, she’ll sleep in their arms.
#doq week#doqweek#dragon outlaw queen#doq fic#my fic#verse: flicker beat#not completely unsafe for work surprisingly#one day i'll write them actually banging on the table#i'm sorry this is shit
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