#andhernamewasmaleficent

[storiesxtold-a]

@andhernamewasmaleficent continued from [x]

“After all this time and you really can’t tell?”

[heroicxrealm]

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.” For Emma.

@andhernamewasmaleficent

“And what tongue thing might that be, my love?” Emma grinned, licking her lips gently as she leaned in a bit closer.

[storiesxtold-a]

@andhernamewasmaleficent sent:  ‘ I think that I could be in love with someone like you. ‘ (you can pick to whom)

“You only think you can?” Emma was a little disheartened to say the least. “Because I’m sure of my feelings for you, but I don’t know if any of this is worth it if you only think you could love me.”

[heroicxrealm]

@andhernamewasmaleficent said; ‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’ - to Emma

“I think it might.” Emma nodded and curled up against the dragon. “God, I feel like a five year old.” She laughed, running her fingers along Mal’s sides regardless.

[villainousxrealm]

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’ - Regina

@andhernamewasmaleficent

Regina curled against the blonde, holding in her whimpers as she was brought back to the physical world. “It was such a vivid dream.” She whispered, hiding her face in Maleficent’s neck. “Too too vivid.”

[reginaqueenmills]

❝ It is easy to see things in retrospect. ❞

Her eyes narrowed and she folded her arms over her chest. Regina blinked once. "Only if you can to begin with, correct?"

[storiesxtold-a]

@andhernamewasmaleficent sent:  ❝Drunk I am not.❞ (for Emma)

"And I'm not blonde." Emma giggled and took another drink of her beer. "But I obviously am and so are you. Well obviously you're blonde but also obviously you're drunk and me too." She rambled on, the alcohol making it easy for her thoughts to slip away from her.

[fallinwitstyle]

Robin Hood, Dean, and Sam (I've only seen a few episodes and that was only for a few minutes so I have limited knowledge of spn beyond Tumblr glorification lol)

Sorry this has taken so long to do! I hadn’t forgotten just been busy! But thank you for this, it’s finally getting me to write the SPN/OUAT crossover I’ve been wanting to!

“Why exactly are we in Maine, again?” Dean asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets to protect from the cold air nipping at his skin. 

“There’s something weird about this town, Dean.” Sam explained as they trudged through the woods. “It’s been a little slow case-wise and it seemed worth checking out." 

"A town not on the map? Maybe you just a had bad map." 

Sam cast his older brother a look. "I checked several different maps, Dean. It was nowhere." 

"Yeah well maybe its deserted.” Dean shot back. “Don’t know why anyone would want to live in this cold ass town anyway." 

Sam rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother’s snark and continued their trek through the woods. They had passed the Storybrooke sign and parked the Impala near by, deciding to venture out on foot. 

"And Storybrooke? Seriously?” Dean continued with a huff. “Sammy, I think this one is - " 

They both gasped as something came whizzing past their heads. An arrow struck the tree in front of them and they whirled around, immediately drawing their guns and searching for their attacker. 

They spotted a man in between two trees, a crossbow fixed on them and aimed their guns at him. 

"Lower your weapons.” The man demanded, his accent thick with his threat. 

Dean scoffed. “You’re the one firing at us." 

"You are the trespassers.” He fired back. “I won’t say it again…lower your weapons or next time I won’t miss." 

"You think an arrow is faster than a bullet?” Dean shot back. 

“Are you willing to take that risk?" 

Dean glanced sideways to his brother who shrugged and then lowered his gun. Dean sighed heavily and lowered his arm, throwing up his free hand innocently. "Fine." 

The man narrowed his eyes curiously, keeping the crossbow aimed at them. "Who are you?‘ 

"I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.” Sam introduced them, motioning between Dean and himself. “Our car broke down…we were trying to find some help." 

"In the middle of the forest?” He shot back skeptically. 

“Like he said, we got lost.” Dean answered sharply. 

He eyed them suspiciously for a few seconds and then slowly lowered his crossbow, nodding slowly. “You’ll have to excuse the rude introduction…we don’t take well to strangers. Let me start over…I am Robin of Locksley." 

Both boys’ eyes widened and their brows shot up and they exchanged glances. Dean scoffed a laugh, "What…like Robin Hood?" 

"You’ve heard of me, then?" 

They blinked at him. "You’re Robin Hood?" 

Robin’s brow furrowed. "Indeed." 

"Explains the arrows.” Dean muttered to Sam and Sam pressed his lips together.

Dean plastered a smile on his face and slowly approached the archer, clapping his hands together. 

“Well look, Robin Hood,…” He attempted to hold back a laugh but the smirk was plain on his lips and Robin narrowed his eyes slightly. “…is there a mechanic or something in town?”

Robin nodded slowly. “There is…I can bring you there." 

"Great, that’d be awesome." 

Robin continued to eye the pair suspiciously, his fingers twitching against his crossbow and then motioned his head. "Follow me." 

He turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the road and Dean turned to Sam. 

"Storybrooke? Robin Hood? I tell you, Sammy ,this case just got a lot more interesting.” He said quietly and then turned to walk after Robin, a satisfied smirk on his lips.