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Since that first visit to Regina and Mal’s inn on Mifflin Street, Robin’s been a frequent and always-welcomed guest. He never feels the need to announce himself and they never seem put off when he drops in, instead greeting him with smiles and hugs, and promises of a good meal and an even better sleep.

Whenever he drops in, he always makes it a point to stay for more than a handful of days. Regina and Mal always make a big production of checking him in and showing him to his room—but they all know that none of them intend for him to actually stay there, and as odd as it is that they do this, he appreciates them giving him a place of his own to steal away to should the need arise. During the days, he does odd jobs around the inn, fixing dippy faucets and tightening door knobs, giving a fresh coat of paint to the wrap around porch out front and making sure the lawn stays neat and tidy. Sometimes, there are other guests at the inn, and sometimes, it’s just the three of them—and whenever a certain type of guest pops up, he always makes himself scarce and lets them know they can send for him should they need help getting rid of the body.

They always laugh when he offers, but they’ve yet to take him up on it—after all, they have a system that’s worked flawlessly for years.

He finds himself there more than he’s not, and truly, he’s glad that neither Mal nor Regina seem to mind—just as he’s glad that neither ever ask him to stay. He’s always been a drifter, going where he felt would benefit him most in the moment; and since his mother died all those years before, he’s never had a place to land, a place that was home. Of course, he and Marian shared rented tiny houses and apartments here and there, raising Roland and moving wherever Robin could find work. But he and Marian had never had a place that was truly theirs and they always said that home was wherever the other was, wherever Roland was—and, when they were all together, that seemed more than sufficient. Then, Marian died and Roland grew up and joined the service. He came back on leave, but it was never long enough—and it always seemed that no sooner than he picked him up from the airport, he was taking him back again. There was never enough time.

Certainly not time enough for a heist.

And of course, the last heist they’d tried to plan had gone terribly awry—well, in terms of a heist, that is.

They’d planned the burglary together—Robin would do the stealing and Roland would do some of the pawning. After all, a down-on-his-luck soldier could get more on any valuable trinket.

Then, they’d book a train and head to Atlantic City to double their earnings.

That was the plan.

But that wasn’t what happened—not at all—and when Robin told him that he’d failed to rob the mansion on Mifflin, confessing in the least detailed way possible that he’d fallen for the feminine wiles of the two women who ran the inn, Roland just laughed and shook his head and said he’d settle for a game of poker.

Then, Roland left again and it was only then that he realized just how right Regina and Mal had been about him—he was lonely and he yearned for company and companionship...

On that particular night, he comes with a bit of an agenda and a nice bottle of wine that he lifted from the vineyard on the outskirts of town.

Robin helps with dinner, making a big salad and setting the table as Regina assembles a lasagna and Mal makes some sort of creamy-chocolatey thing that looks sinfully wonderful. As they sit down to dinner, Regina plates the lasagna and he makes a joke of pouring his own drink, smirking as Mal pouts about him still not trusting them.

He settles back in the chair as he accepts a plate from Regina, and he feels his shoulders relax—he’s comfortable with them, and that is something he hasn’t been able to say about anyone in a very long time.

“I’m glad you don’t have any other guests tonight,” he tells them, cutting into the lasagna.

“Me, too,” Mal agrees, smirking. “They’d just be in the way of our fun.”

“We just got rid of a few, actually,” Regina tells him. “A family—”

“Well, not rid of,” Mal says, looking between them, her eyes serious as she clarifies. “They just went home, alive and unharmed.”

“They were incredibly dull,” Regina sighs. “I couldn’t wait for them to leave.”

“Yes,” Mal agrees. “So very dull.”

Robin grins. “No sad, old men to fuck?”

“No—”

“They were a young family, just passing through.”

Regina frowns. “But they decided to stay a few days.”

Mal nods. “To explore the little town.”

“And did they?” Robin asks, chuckling softly as both Mal and Regina shrug. “While this is a quaint little town, there isn’t much to see.”

“They seemed to find things,” Regina sighs.

“I packed them up a picnic lunch. They made a day of just the park,” Mal explains. “The kids enjoyed the sandwiches, but they didn’t say much else about it.”

“The kids were cute,” Regina says, smiling gently. “A boy and a girl.”

“Cute,” Mal agrees, “but as dull as their parents.”

“Sounds like a fun little bunch,” Robin says, smirking.

Regina sighs as she takes a sip of her wine. “They were the personification of beige.”

At that, he laughs. “Well, then you must be awfully glad to see the likes of me this evening.”

“We always are,” Mal coos.

“Always,” Regina agrees, reaching over and grabbing his hand, giving it a little squeeze. “You’re always such a pleasant surprise.”

“So, let’s talk about that instead,” Mal decides.

“Yes, what have you been up to since last we saw you?’

A soft chuckle escapes him. They make it seem like a considerable amount of time has passed when really,  it’s been just over a week since his last two-week visit. “Not much,” he admits as a coy little grin edges onto his lips. “I’ve kept myself busy.”

“Oh?” Regina murmurs as her eyes shift to Mal. “How so?”

Robin draws in a breath and nods. “How well do you know the Midases?”

Regina blinks. “My father was friends with George—”

“He died last year,” Mal says, her eyes growing wide. “But we didn’t have anything to do with that.”

“No, but I think his son-in-law was just chomping at the bit, waiting.”

“Ah, Kathryn’s husband,” Regina says flatly. “I never much liked him.”

“No,” Mal says curtly as she looks away. “That’s only because his presence in Kathryn’s life pushed you out.”

“That’s not—”

“Isn’t it?”

Robin’s brow arches. “You… had a thing with Kathryn?”

“A fling,” Regina says, shrugging her shoulders dismissively. “It lasted barely a month.”

“Not because Regina didn’t want it to go on.”

Mal rolls her eyes and scoffs a bit as Regina groans, and he can’t help but feel amused. “So, when did this happen?” He asks, looking between them. “Recently or—”

“No,” Regina cuts in. “After Daniel—”

“But before me.”

“I see—”

“It was nothing,” Regina sighs. “We were… friends.”

Mal’s arms fold and her brow lifts as she looks to Regina. “As you and I are friends?”

“Oh, come on,” Regina laughs, reaching for her hand and giving it a little squeeze. “You can’t be jealous. That was years ago—”

Mal just shrugs and he can’t help but laugh.

They’re certainly an odd pair—and he certainly enjoys their oddities.

Regina’s fingers rub at Mal’s wrist and he watches as a grin tugs up at the corner of her mouth, just before she gives in, turning her hand over in Regina’s.

“Well, anyway,” Mal sighs. “There’s history there.”

“Yes,” Regina agrees. “History.”

“If this is a sore subject—”

“No, no—”

“It’s really not,” Mal tells him. “What were you going to say? I was interested.”

“Me too,” Regina says, nodding and still holding onto Mal’s hand as her eyes meet his. “Go on.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his wine and takes a long sip before setting it down. “Well, I’ve been watching the Midas house for the last few weeks.”

“They’ve barely touched the house,” Mal murmurs. “It’s just… sat there, alone and empty.”

“Well, not empty,” Robin says. “Nothing’s gone in, but at the same time, nothing’s come out, either.”

“Things are still caught up in court,” Regina explains. “Something about a discrepancy in George’s will.”

“I read that in the paper,” Robin says as he reaches for his wine. “They were court-ordered not even to go into the house until it’s resolved.” His eyes catches Mal’s and she grins, catching on. “All that stuff, just… sitting there, collecting dust.”

“A shame, really,” Mal says as they both look to Regina. “All those beautiful things…”

Robin nods. “I can’t only imagine—”

“And I’m sure you’d like to do much more than imagine what’s inside,” Regina says, grinning at him in a way that’s sweetly seductive. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” he admits. “I’ve been looking into things, and apparently, George Midas had trouble resisting anything made of gold.”

“Oh, that’s true,” Regina says as her fingers rub at Mal’s palm. “So many gaudy clocks and golden trinkets.”

“So, you’ve been inside—”

Mal’s eyes roll. “Well, Kathryn lived there so—”

With a sigh, Regina’s eyes roll. “But I haven’t been inside the house in recent years.”

“But you know it?”

“Yes,” Regina admits. “Fairly well.”

“George wasn’t fond of his daughter’s… dalliances with other girls.”

“He handled it better than my mother—”

“Everyone handled everything better than your mother,” Mal sighs, shaking her head as she looks to Robin. “Cora Mills was such a miserable woman.”

“I had to sneak in through the back door, and take the servants staircases and such. I wouldn’t ever go in through the front.” Regina shrugs and grins, her eyes flashing with the memory of the thrill. “When I think back on it, it’s terrible, but back then, it was thrilling, in its way.”

“That’s fabulous,” Robin says—it’s better than what he hoped. “And you remember?”

Regina considers and nods, and when she does, Mal’s eyes roll. He chuckles softly and shakes his head. It seems odd that Mal is jealous of a brief and long-ago fling Regina had with Kathryn Midas. She’s never seemed jealous of Daniel and, in his own experience, she has no qualms about sharing Regina with him. Yet this seems different, and he’s not sure why.

But he doesn't ask, not wanting to poke at an old wound.

“I’d like to go in and have a look around,” he tells them, cutting to the chase. “But I can’t go at it alone.”

“Oh?” Regina murmurs. “Don’t you usually?”

“It depends. My friend John occasionally comes with me, and when he’s around, sometimes my son will come along, but neither are options. Roland won’t be home on leave for another six or seven months, and John has a project of his own to plan for.”

“Ah—”

“So, that’s where I was hoping you two might come in.”

Mal brightens, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m listening.”

“I figured you’d be interested,” he laughs.

“So, you need help getting inside the house?” Regina asks, frowning as she looks between them. “Sorry, this isn’t quite my forté.”

A grin curls onto Mal’s lips. “She’s my alibi. She’s never involved in the actual theft.”

“It’s a bit out of my realm of—”

“I think she’d be brilliant at it, though,” Mal says, cutting in and making Regina’s cheeks flush. “Don’t you agree?”

Grinning, Robin nods—and does so earnestly. “I do.”

“You both flatter me—”

“I really think that,” he tells her. “And this might be the perfect way to get you started, considering you already know the house.”

Mal chuckles wryly. “Well, finally, those late nights at the Midas mansion are paying off for you.”

Regina’s shoulders straighten and tense up as her eyes roll, but she doesn't make a reply, and though he’s curious as ever about that little comment, he lets it go.

“I don’t have much time, you see,” Robin begins. “And going at it alone requires far more planning and attention—”

“And you don’t have time for that,” Mal says.

“No.”

“So, that’s where we come in?”

Robin nods. “Yes.”

“So, what do you need from us?”

“Well,” he begins as he reaches into his satchel. “As I said, I’ve been looking into things and managed to get the blueprints to the house.” He lifts the rolled plans from his bag. “So, for starters, I’d like to plan my route.”

“You’ll need access—”

“I can help with that,” Regina says. “Kathryn sent a letter—”

“Recently?” Mal cuts in.

“She was looking for advice. Something about an auction and since I collect, she thought I might have some recommendations.” A sly little grin curls onto Regina’s lips as she looks to Mal. “But, of course, I don’t need to go to auctions for the things I want.”

Mal’s cheeks flush a bit as Regina leans in and pecks her lips.

“I also need an idea of where I should focus. After all, the house is massive.”

“I can help with that, too.”

“And I have to figure things out quickly.”

Regina's brow furrows. “Has there been movement with the will? Are things close to being resolved?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” Robin admits, noting that’s probably something he should look into. “But there is someone else interested in the house.”

“Someone else?”

“You mean someone else has been watching it?”

“Yes, casing it out.”

“Oh, that does make things more interesting,” Mal says.

“And a bit more exciting,” Regina adds.

“Perhaps,” Robin murmurs, bristling a bit. “But if I can beat Nottingham to the mark—” A grin edges over his lips. “That’ll make it all the sweeter.”

“Sweeter—”

“What an interesting choice of words.”

“Very interesting.”

Robin chuckles softly as he looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, there’s… there’s some history there,” he says as he looks back up. “This little rivalry has been hot and cold for years now.”

“Rivalry—”

“How exciting.”

He shrugs. “Sometimes.”

“Who has the edge?”

“Yeah,” Regina echoes. “Which one of you has the advantage?”

“Oh, that’d definitely be me.”

“And you’d like to keep it that way,” Mal says, grinning.

“Well, yes.” He laughs again. “One of my greatest thrills is staying one step ahead of him.”

“I’m sure—”

“And I’m sure that makes him all the more interested in besting you now.”

Robin nods. “I would assume so. He’s been working on this for months.”

“And then you swoop in—”

“Oh, this is thrilling,” Mal says, biting down on her lip. “I’m so excited.”

Regina nods. “It’s like a game of cat and mouse.”

Finishing off his wine, Robin nods and thinks back to his last encounter with Nottingham. “And it’s been quite awhile since the cat’s caught the mouse.”

“Oh, that sounds fun, too—”

“Yes,” Mal agrees, her eyes narrowing as she stares at him. “Such fun.”

Letting his eyes meet hers, he nods. “It is. In its own way.”

A smirk tugs across Mal’s lips. “So, tell us—”

“I’m curious about him, too,” Regina says. “Do you always best him?”

“Yes, tell us—”

Robin laughs as he settles back, once more thinking about that last encounter with Nottingham in a dark stairwell in the back of the little art gallery a few towns over. “Well, in his defense,” Robin begins, looking between them and grinning coyly. “It is sort of difficult to carry out a detailed plan when someone’s sucking your cock.” He laughs and shakes his head as their brows arch and their lips part, Regina seeming a bit more surprised than Mal. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Oh, no,” Mal laughs. “You can’t just leave it there.”

“It’s not fair to!” Regina adds. “You can’t just not tell us.”

“Can’t I?”

“Oh, come on—”

“You have to tell us.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

He chuckles and looks between them, watching as they exchange a smirk. “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” Regina asks, standing up and sashaying to him. “But I think we all know that it will most certainly be worthwhile.”

“Most certainly,” Mal agrees, watching as Regina's hand slips over his shoulder and she sits down on his lap. “You know we never like to leave our guests unsatisfied.”

“Except the beige ones.”

“Well, there are always exceptions,” Regina coos, her fingers slipping over his cheek as his arms link around her waist. “So, you should know that any information you give will be more than adequately rewarded.”

“Yes, more than adequately,” Mal echoes. “And incredibly enthusiastically.”

“Yes, incredibly,” Regina murmurs, leaning in and brushing her lips over his as she smiles. “But that’s nothing new to you, is it?”

“No,” he breathes out, grinning as he catches her bottom lip and laughing softly as she pulls back. “But, you see, I’d much rather focus on the two of you.” His hand slips over Regina’s ass and his fingers knead gently at her skirt. “That sounds much more satisfying than some story.”

“But it’s not just some story,” Regina murmurs.

“No, not at all,” Mal agrees as a laugh bubbles up from her. “Of course, I must admit, I’m very much enjoying the view I have right now.”

Then, it’s Robin’s turn to laugh as Regina looks sharply back at her. “You’re not helping.”

“No,” Mal says, shaking her head. “You seem to be doing a good enough job on your own getting him all riled up.” She smirks and wiggles her brow at Regina. “And getting him worked up seems incredibly useful in getting information out of him.”

“Oh, that’s a good point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Regina grins and turns back to him, once more rubbing her fingers over his cheek before turning herself to straddle his hips. “I’m willing to bet we can pry it out of you.”

Swallowing hard, he feels himself reacting to her, and he knows that she’s right—there will come a moment very soon where he’ll reach the point of doing or saying anything to have them, but that moment hasn’t yet come and, if anything, he enjoys this game. “So, you think you can pry it out of me?”

“I know I can.”

“She’s very skilled, you know,” Mal says. “We both are.”

He knows. He knows better than anyone just how skilled they are, especially when they work together; after all, that's why he came to them for help. “Well, then,” he murmurs, trying to keep his composure as Regina licks his bottom lip as she grinds against him, “do your worst.”

Adam: “Don’t fuck with me. i have the power of god, and anime on my side! aaaah!”

Ty: “So u guys comin’ to my party?” “Who?” “You guys.” “It’s just me... *remembers Enderlox* oh whatta u goin’?”

Jason: *Alien falling off the treadmill*

Seto: “Um, I just got a random burst of energy and I think it’s my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down”

Ian: “Hi, welcome to chili's”

Quentin: “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book”

Jerome: “Well, when life gives you lemons” :D

Using my Wild Card for Day 4: Events After 4a Never Happened Day for @oqfixitweek. Have a little Flicker Beat fluff instead of the dirty, dirty Marian/Robin/Regina threesome I promised. (My apologies for letting you down, @audreysl0ve.)

Maleficent asks Robin about his lion tattoo.

You’re on My Heart Just Like a Tattoo

It all starts with an innocent question from Maleficent one night when they’re all together, cuddling in bed. Usually it’s Regina tracing his tattoo, her fingers seemingly drawn to it when they’re close, and he has to admit he loves the way her nails draw over the black crest and follow the lines of the lion inked into his skin. But tonight, it’s Maleficent, her back pressed to his chest where he’s cuddled against her, his right arm wrapped around her. Her hand rests over the back of his own, and then her long fingers start tracing warm patterns over his skin. He turns his hand over, catches her fingers with his own, and then she’s dragging them up, ghosting them over the lines on his palm until she reaches his wrist.

For a few minutes, she simply traces the ink. “Is there a story behind this?” She taps the crest almost absently. “You’ve never said.”

He opens his eyes, hears Regina shift slightly as she too rouses from the not-quite-sleeping state she was in. “You’ve never asked,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and nuzzling into her neck. “It’s not that fascinating of a story, truthfully.”

“I want to hear it, if you don’t mind sharing it with me.” Her voice is quiet, almost timid, and Robin squeezes his arm around her.

“Of course not. Why ever would I mind?” he murmurs, rising up a bit to kiss her more properly on the cheek, hoping it reassures her.

“Because I know this tattoo is important to you and Regina.” She’s not looking at him or at Regina, he wagers, especially from the way Regina’s eyes catch his own, slightly pained.

Okay so first, yes, yes, YES! Outlaw Dragon Queen is beautiful and amazing. Just…the two queens with their thief. Plus, they each already have a few children. So, I’m picturing when Roland and Peanut are a little bigger, Maleficent experiences a surprise pregnancy. Henry and Lily think it’s hilarious.

Name: Spencer Hood-Mills

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Light brown hair and hazel eyes. When he was younger, he was scrawny, but then he hit puberty and is tall and muscular.

Personality: He’s very mysterious, kinda quiet. He’s the type of kid that his parents could misplace for a few days, which is pretty odd for their active family. He’s mostly up in his room, doing stuff on the computer.

Special Talents: He’s part dragon, but doesn’t have much interest in that part of himself. However, when it comes to battles, he will transform.

Who they like better: Regina understands him the best. She allows him to be alone and gives him space. He loves Robin and Maleficent, they’re just always asking if he’s alright and it gets annoying. He’s fine, he’s just not like them.

Who they take after more: Robin in terms of looks.

Personal Head canon: He’s bisexual and doesn’t ever really come out. His freshman year, he brings a girl home for dinner. Sophomore year, he has a boyfriend.

Face Claim:

Cody Christian