#robinoflccksley

[madamxmayor]

@robinoflccksley​ || closed starter

regina would’ve liked to say that it was the pregnancy hormones or the stress of the upcoming wedding that were turning her half sister into a raging psychopath but the truth of the matter was, zelena had always been a little bit insane. it just wasn’t normally her problem. they were sparks in a powder keg, both competitive by nature with a short fuse and relentlessly stubborn but aside from the occasional family dinners, they usually managed to avoid each other’s company. but zelena wouldn’t be zelena, if - even well into her third trimester - she weren’t trying to turn her wedding into a state affair. and she wouldn’t be their mother’s daughter, if she had any respect for regina’s personal boundaries whatsoever. “him?” one hand permanently resting against the swell of her stomach, zelena narrowed her eyes at them. “this is a joke, right? you’re not seriously bringing your childhood playmate as your date? that’s pathetic even for you.” she scoffed, directing a petty sneer at them and regina found herself wanting to strangle that fake british accent from her. “please tell me you’re at least shagging him.” “actually,” regina shot back instead, reaching out to grip robin’s hand, “we’re engaged.” they weren’t. they weren’t even dating. robin was her oldest and dearest friend and for a moment, regina found herself wondering if insanity did run in the family. part of her wanted to backtrack but she didn’t. couldn’t. because this so neatly killed two birds with one stone, leaving both her mother and sister gaping at her and her supposed fiancé.

[legends-and-savages]

“I know it’s not my thing, but could you show me how to shoot a bow?”  She asked.  Sure she could use magic, but even with that she wasn’t super great not like her mother.  

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[scviorswan]

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Working alongside the man, Emma had learnt a few things about Robin, but alone time between them, was a very rare thing. Emma barely spent time with the archer and as much as she would prefer to spend the time with him over others, it was a rare occurrence. Now, they were in the office, both of them looking over floor plans while Regina dealt with another town crisis, while they slaved away over their magical crisis. “There are entrance points here, here and underneath here.” Pointing at each entrance she looked up at Robin before sighing, “so I can take one with Killian, you can with Regina and my mom and dad can take the third? We just have to make sure the trap works.”

[icouldhavebeenhappy]

ROWAN. 

It had been two weeks since he went from just another passing stranger in the street, to now a lunchtime regular in her bar. Roni knew practically everyone in the Heights, Rowan Oxley one of very few that she didn’t. He had came in at the same time almost everyday, ordering the exact same thing ▬ only today he was an hour late. 

Glancing up at the clock, her eyes narrowed. Okay maybe he had a session that ran on longer than usual, but still. Unsure why she actually cared all that much, she rested on the thought that perhaps she had just gotten so used to his company, she kinda missed it. The banter between the two was always playful, he was charming and extremely handsome ▬ only she wouldn’t be foolish enough to tell him that. He would only relish on the fact she thought of him in such a way. Continuing on with her work, she had here and now customers that desired her attention.

[saviourisms]

Happy Mother's Day, Emma!

Emma forced a smile at the greeting and nodded. Despite always aware that her child was somewhere in the world, Emma never truly celebrated Mother’s Day. It was already a painful day for her every year given her past, but Henry came to find her and now she was adjusting to being that very title she swore in the delivery room she never could be. I can never be a mother. Being a mother is still new and she often thinks how she is failing Henry, but Robin wishing her with that greeting was just the thing she needed to encourage her. Despite Emma giving her own son up just like her parents did, Henry never seemed to hold a grudge against her and understood her when no one else did. 

“Uh-- thanks.” She replied, “I’m still new to this whole mother thing... but thanks. I appreciate it.”

[madamxmayor]

@robinoflccksley​ || cont. from x

The irritable tone did nothing but bring pleasure to the outlaw. This had not been the first time the bandit had stolen from him but it would be the last! A greeting was hissed in return as hands pressed wrists into the stone wall and his body leaned against hers, effectively trapping the woman in place. “Regina.” One of his hands moved to encompass both of hers as the other pressed against the side of a hip. “You think you can steal from the Merry Men and get away with it?” Rumors of the bandit had reached far and wide. This woman was racking up quite a score for herself, but Robin had plans for the gold swiped from the carriage earlier that day. Villages needed to pay taxes, mouths required food and children clothing. Fingers flexed against the hipbone before trailing across her lower stomach, searching for a pouch of gold, absolutely not enjoying the feeling of the woman against him. “Where is it?” Quirked lips grazed the side of the bandit’s neck on the way to her ear. “Unless you want me to search you?”

arms trapped at an awkward angle above her head, regina struggled half-heartedly against his hold, twisting and tugging, her spine arching and hips pressing firmly into the wall in search for some kind of leverage. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” did he think her a fool? keeping the loot on her person like some kind of amateur? perhaps he ought not to measure her by the same standards as his merry men, who had stashed the entirety of their valuables in a tent with only one man standing guard. morons. she could have easily taken more than her fair share, but she hadn’t. that gold was rightfully hers. a small grunt passing her lips, her whole body gave an involuntary twitch at the hand tracking along her lower abdomen. “i thought that was what you were doing?” she questioned defiantly, her chuckle a touch on the breathy side, “so you are happy to see me. —maybe buy a lady a drink first.” a lady, regina was not - as she had pointed out on several occasions. but that wasn’t the point. the point was to distract him. hands clenched into tight fist, she gave a sudden and firm tug, managing to free one of her wrists and driving her elbow back into his gut with all the force she could muster.

[madamxmayor]

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The snapping of a towel roused Rowan from slumber. Falling victim to the sandman wasn’t part of the routine but tonight there was an ache pulling him from reality. The morning arrived with a low grade fever which grew as the day went on. Mortification flushed skin as reality of the situation sunk in. “Apologies.” Elbows rested on the top of the bar as hands rubbed his face in a failed attempt to wake. Gods he felt like proper shit. If it had been any other member of the band the gig would have been canceled or postponed due to whatever the illness was but Rowan couldn’t let them down. “I think I just need to get home.” Paled skin accompanied a weak smile as hands dropped. “I don’t make a habit of falling asleep in random places around beautiful women I assure you.” No one wished to see a sleeping or sick man sitting at the bar. The music didn’t seem to bother him in spite of the splitting headache. “I will gather my things and go.”

meeting his apology with a small nod and a genuine smile, roni pressed her hips forward into the counter as she studied him closely. he seemed disorientated, alright, but now that he was awake and talking, he didn’t strike her as particularly inebriated. yet there was a certain sluggishness to the way he moved, a deep-seated exhaustion behind his smile and perhaps it came with the territory but roni could already feel her protective instincts kicking in. “always with the flattery, even when you’re dead on your feet,” she observed with a tilt of her head, brows faintly creased as she reached out to place a hand flat on the counter in front of him, “look, i don’t mean to overstep but are you sure you’re alright to get home by yourself?” drunk or not, she liked to make certain that everyone leaving her bar was capable of making the trip home in one piece. “if it helps, you can pick up your equipment tomorrow,” she suggested then, chancing a glance at his bandmates, added, “or send your buddies to collect it once they’ve worked through their hangovers.” it was an offer roni usually refrained from making - in and out in one day, that was the deal - their free drinks policy was not supposed to be an invitation to get blackout drunk. but judging by the rest of his little entourage, rowan seemed to be the more responsible one and the predicament he currently found himself in, didn’t appear to be of his own making.

[legends-and-savages]

“You know Robin that you’ll always have a special place in my heart.”  She said.  “Maybe that’s a bit cliché of me, but it’s very true.”  The only other person she could say that about was Henry and maybe even Daniel.  Though Daniel’s death had spurred all the things.

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