when nothing goes right, go left.

Morning People [Outlaw Queen Prompt; M-rated]

Based on a comment from emily31594: “Here’s a head canon I have: Robin hates waking in the morning but Regina is a morning person and she figured out she can get him to wake up for early morning sex.”

For you, my dear! (I threw in another one of your head canons, too, for good measure. You’ll see what I mean.)

Note: very very NSFW. I say as I type this at work. Hah.

There are those types of people who find themselves up before the sun is, with a cup in tea in one hand and scrolling through the morning news with the other, herself included; but Regina discovers early on in their relationship that Robin is most certainly not one of them.

It’s a harmless adjustment at first. If she doesn’t make it into her office until half past nine every day because Robin has taken to tightening his arm around her waist as soon as her alarm goes off, well, no matter; it’s difficult to say no to the heat of his body, or to the answering warmth that pools deep within her own as he nestles closer into the curve of her back, and she’s her own boss, anyway. Besides, her workspace is literally down the hall from the bedroom, and it’s not like her conference callers will notice if she’s still in her silk pajamas with her hair uncombed, or if her boyfriend ambles in just after noon, drunk off sleep, to nuzzle her neck from behind. (Until she kicks him out before his hands travel far too low to be appropriate when there’s work to be done, and he’s the reason why she’s already three hours behind on it in the first place.)

But the leisurely days of summer come to a close as the school year draws near, and while budget reports and town council minutes can await review until well after Robin decides to wake up or later, preparing the boys’ lunches and taking them to school most definitely cannot. So a week before the big day (Henry does this song and dance every year, but it will be Roland’s first time in a structured classroom setting and she wants the experience to be nothing short of absolutely perfect for him), Regina devises a plan.

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United [Outlaw Queen Prompt]

ninzied:

I was trying to work on Blue, and this happened instead. But it takes place in the Daughter/Blue-verse. Thanks to mysterious-song for the prompt that inspired it!

They steal out of the castle just before dawn. The shield should up around the perimeters of Sherwood Forest before the sun has even reached its midday vantage point, if all goes well. 

So, naturally, it doesn’t.

Ever since they had failed to enact the curse a second time, the castle itself had seemed intent on removing them from its premises, one way or another, with magical traps lain in the most innocuous of places that made Rumple’s look harmless in comparison. One of the books in the library had sprouted fangs just as Belle was reaching to open it; she had barely escaped losing her hand when Little John knocked the heavy tome out of her grasp and promptly sat on it, snapping its jaws decidedly shut. Then there were the flaming cupboards (one morning Snow emerged from the kitchen smelling faintly of burnt hair, while Charming’s tunic was missing a sleeve that had been used to snuff out the fire). Not to mention the suits of armor that came alive and brandished their swords whenever people passed, though their pursuit of anyone would be halted blessedly short by the nails affixing their metal boots firmly to the floor.

Regina would try to disarm what she could, but they were relentless, cropping up faster than she could find them, and the final straw presented itself when Robin went rifling through the pantry for Roland’s bedtime snack and it spelled his hand, angry pus-filled boils bubbling up on his skin. The idiot had played it off, insisting it was fine and not to worry, surely they’d be gone by morning, until she’d yelled that it would most certainly be a big deal to him on any other hand but his (Roland, she didn’t say, but they were both thinking it), and that was an end to that argument. He’d given her a kiss after the last of his sores had been healed away with her magic, and she’d sighed but allowed it all the same.

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#reblog reblog reblog #outlaw queen #oq ff #oq fic #oq prompts #feeling a little rusty

i need an OQ sexy times prompt. any takers?

#outlaw queen #oq prompts

hurricanejanes:

[SCREECHING IN THE DISTANCE THIS IS ALL I EVER WANTED]

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#miss you bae #ouat

"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

- Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human

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#quotes #writing

herardentwish:

True Love brings out the best

as requested by outlawqueensituation

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#outlaw queen

United [Outlaw Queen Prompt]

I was trying to work on Blue, and this happened instead. But it takes place in the Daughter/Blue-verse. Thanks to mysterious-song for the prompt that inspired it!

They steal out of the castle just before dawn. The shield should up around the perimeters of Sherwood Forest before the sun has even reached its midday vantage point, if all goes well. 

So, naturally, it doesn’t.

Ever since they had failed to enact the curse a second time, the castle itself had seemed intent on removing them from its premises, one way or another, with magical traps lain in the most innocuous of places that made Rumple’s look harmless in comparison. One of the books in the library had sprouted fangs just as Belle was reaching to open it; she had barely escaped losing her hand when Little John knocked the heavy tome out of her grasp and promptly sat on it, snapping its jaws decidedly shut. Then there were the flaming cupboards (one morning Snow emerged from the kitchen smelling faintly of burnt hair, while Charming’s tunic was missing a sleeve that had been used to snuff out the fire). Not to mention the suits of armor that came alive and brandished their swords whenever people passed, though their pursuit of anyone would be halted blessedly short by the nails affixing their metal boots firmly to the floor.

Regina would try to disarm what she could, but they were relentless, cropping up faster than she could find them, and the final straw presented itself when Robin went rifling through the pantry for Roland’s bedtime snack and it spelled his hand, angry pus-filled boils bubbling up on his skin. The idiot had played it off, insisting it was fine and not to worry, surely they’d be gone by morning, until she’d yelled that it would most certainly be a big deal to him on any other hand but his (Roland, she didn’t say, but they were both thinking it), and that was an end to that argument. He’d given her a kiss after the last of his sores had been healed away with her magic, and she’d sighed but allowed it all the same.

#outlaw queen #oq ff #oq fic #oq prompts #oq: blue #oq: daughter

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someonethatiamnot:

emily31594:

thecitricacidcycle:

Robin is late to guys’ night and he tries to explain:

Robin: “You guys just don’t understand what it’s like when Regina tries to seduce you!”

Hook: “Actually, mate…”

Jefferson: “Haha, yea about that…”

Charming: “Well, this one time…”

Omfg. someonethatiamnot have you seen this?

I have now! I am okay with this scenario. I can ship Regina with, like, everyone when the circumstances are right.

okay but wait oceanssapart and i have been brainstorming this crack!fic for months now under the pretext of villain karaoke night at the rabbit hole, and every iteration of it basically goes something like this.

#outlaw queen #ouat villain karaoke night

Missing year. David dances with Regina. As promised.

patrycja-hanna

sgtmac7:

David and Regina dancing,  small OQ allusions. Missing year. 900 words.

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#whoa #how much do i freaking love this #a lot #i love it a lot #outlaw queen #evil charming #my brotp #sgtmac7

"Please stay." [Outlaw Queen Prompt]

Note: this is kind of a pre-prequel to Smirk. And thanks to the anon who sent me this prompt!

Robin happens upon her in the forest one day while hunting for game, trains an arrow at a scuffling sound he mistakes for deer, and then instantly drops it to his side when his line of vision falls upon Regina’s murderous glare. He holds up a hand, an apology, a lack of intent to harm, but her dark eyes grow darker still as they narrow in suspicion and she turns away in silent dismissal. 

In the few weeks they have known each other, she has already grown accustomed to his lightness of foot, the way he steals in and out of her presence before she has the chance to punish him for it (though he stays in her thoughts, uninvited, long after). So she waits several moments before bringing a hand up to wipe at her face, thinking he has gone.

(He hasn’t, not yet, mesmerized by the way the regal lift of her shoulders seems to deflate before his eyes, and the way she carries the vulnerability of something broken though she still looks a queen.) 

The next time he happens to barge in on a private moment she is far more exposed, and thus far less kind to him for it. Flames burst forth from her palm and flicker, soaring through the air until they extinguish themselves violently against a tree branch near his head, scattering sparks across the forest floor. By the time he’s stamped out the last of them with the slightly charred toe of his boot, and lifted his gaze back up to find hers, she’s the one who’s gone. 

But he can’t bring himself to head back to camp just yet; there’s something about the memory of her doubled over, hands clutched tight to her chest, that roots him to the spot—and, as Snow will tell him later, though the queen’s aim is not equipped with the guaranteed precision of his bow and arrow, she hardly ever misses. She’d meant to throw him off, perhaps, but not to hurt him, and that more than anything has him convinced that though she seeks solace, she doesn’t want to be left alone.

So he tracks her this time, and even the famed Evil Queen with all her magic can’t evade his detection for long; not from a man who grew up in these woods, sees the trail her cloak left behind in nothing but a pile of leaves, knows where she has just rested her hand moments before on the tree trunk scratched bare of its bark. The evidence of her every wayward footstep, every pause to draw a ragged breath, lights his way, leads him down a path straight to her, but when he reaches the end of it, it’s not Regina he finds, but her heart. 

It’s nestled and pulsing within the roots of a great oak tree, allowing her a moment of blissful reprieve that dulls the constant ache in her soul. Later she will call it temporary insanity that has him bending over, picking it up (and then guiding it back into her chest, before the insanity grips him further and he’s pulling all of her to him); but for now, as he cradles her heart in his hands, handling it with more care than she’s ever bothered with herself, and a gentleness that’s absolutely foreign to her, she lets out a startled gasp from her perch on a fallen log, and their eyes meet through an open knot in the tree.

“Milady,” he starts cautiously. “I’m sorry. If you wish to be alone…”

She shakes her head. Maybe it’s the way he’s still holding her heart close, as though it is something precious to him. Maybe it’s the way he’s entirely unfazed by the veins of blackness marring its surface, lacing through to its core like poison. Whatever it is, there’s something about this man, this thief, that has her fists unclenching, free of fire this time, and her mouth finally opening up to say, “Please,” with a deep shuddering breath, “stay.”

#outlaw queen #oq ff #oq fic #oq prompts #otp dialogue meme

Constant [Outlaw Queen Prompt]

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Constant

The first time they meet, his hand is caught in the pantry door and his tongue is caught in his throat.

“What are you doing?” she asks curiously, and he stares at her, jaw agape, as though he’s never seen such an exotic thing up close before.

“I—I—milady,” the boy stammers. “I’m sorry, I was only just—“ He swallows. “Please don’t tell your father. My mum is very ill, and we’ve hardly had anything to eat in days.”

“You must be starving!” she says, aghast, and he looks bashful. “Please, have as much as you like. There’s far too much for our family alone, and half of it goes to waste as it is.”

He’s either too shocked or embarrassed to make a move, so she makes it for him, piling loaves upon loaves of bread as well as some dried fruits into a spare sheet of dining linen, and the knot she ties at the top can barely contain it all.

“Here,” she whispers. “Go on, take it!”

But the act of freely offering to him what he’d originally planned to steal makes him hang his head in shame, and he wishes he could be someone who only gives things to her instead of taking them.

“Where is your family?” she asks, and he points out the window, in the direction of the stables. “Take me to them, please.” When he doesn’t budge, she sighs, touches her palm to his—she must think him deaf, dumb or both, he realizes regretfully—and their fingers intertwine, hands swinging up and down with each step they take together. 

The first time they kiss in public, it is still in secret, behind a marble column draped in velvet, at one of the annual balls her mother throws to entice potential young suitors into wedding her eldest daughter.

“Robin,” she giggles as his lips travel along the smooth, silky plane of her throat, “stop, my mother could walk in at any moment.”

“Let her,” he says gruffly, and the years have filled out the hard lean muscles in the arms that tighten around her waist now, and in the chest that she shoves at halfheartedly to push him away.

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