Okay so this is my Flicker Beat verse, as I call it, or my main Dragon Outlaw Queen verse. I started this over on Tumblr, as well as posting it over on AO3. But now I'm moving it over here. It's a collection of one shots, all taking place in this little universe that diverges around 4b of the show. The important stuff to know: Zelena posed as Marian but did not rape Robin and so she's not pregnant, Regina did not bring Zelena back from New York, Emma did not take on the Darkness, and Lily is Mal and Regina's daughter. I've always intended to do a proper multichapter fic detailing all of this, but as it is, I've written an out of order series of one shots instead. Feel free to ask me any questions. Also, I think almost all of these are based off of prompts I've received over on Tumblr, so I'll include what the prompt was before each chapter.

Prompt: The first time Robin fucks Mal during one of their threesomes.


In the odd relationship between the three of them, Regina is usually the one that plans the group dates. Robin and Maleficent are still uncertain of each other, still feeling around the edges of whatever they are to one another. The physical attraction is there, and recently acted on (it gets Regina a little hot under the collar to think about it, the first time Mal and Robin kissed in front of her, for her) but even then it's hesitant, almost like adolescent fondling when Regina knows they're both too experienced for that. But this was always going to have its awkward periods, and there have been plenty, from trying to figure out sex to splitting her lunch times between the two, and encouraging them to come over to her house for a night in (dinner, romance, and yes, sex because she's like some horny teenager unable to get enough since that first night they spent together weeks ago).

It's easy enough to get them to come to dinner—Robin lives with her, after all, and Mal enjoys their group dates (Robin disagrees, is convinced the dragon will always dislike him for that time he broke into her castle, but Regina knows better, knows that she's secretly impressed by his bravery, that she likes that he's unafraid of them together despite all the power she and Regina can wield).

The difficult part is in what comes after.

But Regina enjoys dinner, blushes as Robin praises her cooking even as she points out he hardly has a lot to compare it with. "There's only so many ways you can cook fowl over an open fire out in the woods," she tells him, and he rolls her eyes.

Maleficent is quieter, always watching, and Regina remembers that from their time together in the Enchanted Forest. It reminds her of Robin and the Missing Year—or perhaps it's the other way around—and the way he always seemed to watch her, too observant when she wanted to be left alone in her grief. She doesn't mention how good the food is, though she eats everything (even sneaks seconds of the roast when she thinks no one is looking).

They move to living room, piling on her couch (she's in the middle, of course, they feel safe like that) with glasses of wine and the awkwardness dwindling as the tension ratchets up. This is familiar ground, they know what happens next.

At least, they think they do.

Robin kisses her first. She's in the middle of some sort of conversation with Mal, something about City Hall and mayoral duties (Maleficent holds very little interest in public office, but she's fascinated by the Land Without Magic and the way they do things; something she and Robin have been bonding over), and Robin was listening but he gets rather bored of her mayor talk. Undoubtedly he's thinking about all the more interesting things she can do with her mouth, and she is too, with the way his nose brushes her hair, nudging the long locks away from her neck so he can dot kisses along her skin.

She gasps, can't help it, already turned on by what she has planned. Her eyes flutter shut a moment before opening to look at Mal. She's watching her, of course. Regina can see the signs of her budding arousal: the way her chest heaves just a bit, and her slightly opened mouth as she watches Regina enjoy Robin's attentions.

They like to watch her as the other pleasures her, she's discovered. And perhaps it's that knowledge that drives her plan. She turns into Robin's arms, threading her hand into his hair and tugging on his head until his mouth meets hers. They make out for a few minutes, all tongue and teeth, and Maleficent watches until she can't resist any longer, shifting closer and Regina feels the heat of her even without Mal touching.

Then she is touching, an almost-too-warm hand coasting familiarly up and down her spine, and Regina's shivering with it, body trying to move toward it while simultaneously moving toward Robin. She breaks away from Robin's mouth, blindly searching for Mal's mouth while Robin goes back to pressing kisses to her throat.

"Mmm," she hums against Maleficent's lips, pulling back for a second and basking in their affections. She readjusts again, this time straddling Robin, moaning when she can already feel him on his way to hardness through his pants and her dress. She rocks against him, coaxing his erection as Maleficent's hand slides from between her shoulder blades to her head, cupping firmly and guiding her back into a bruising kiss. Regina accepts it, lets her tongue sweep into her mouth, sucking lightly just to provoke a groan from the dragon. Then she's pulling back, nipping at her bottom lip, enjoying Maleficent's pleased growl just as much before she's got enough distance that she can look at both of her lovers.

"I want you two to kiss," she says matter of factly, her tone almost imperious if not for the undercurrent tremble of lust. She likes to watch too, something they've realized.

Mal scoots even closer, her eyes centered on Robin, entirely focused on him and his mouth as she presses her lips to his. It starts slow, languid as they try to figure each other out, and then Robin's mouth goes insistent, passionate, and his tongue coaxes her mouth open.

God, they're stunning together, absolutely stunning, and Regina thinks they don't even know it. Can't even see how good they look.

Soon, Robin's hand is tangling in Maleficent's blonde locks, and Mal's hands are restless. One traces a path along Regina's shoulders, the other clutches at Robin's face, thumb stroking his jaw. Regina hears the soft moans of pleasure escaping them, and she's ridiculously wet now and they're not even really touching her anymore.

"I have another request," she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, the one that never fails to make the blue eyes of her lovers darken with lust. "I want to watch you two… together." She's suddenly shy, unsure of how to phrase it. Is there an acceptable way to tell your lovers you want to watch them fuck? Is that a position anyone else but Regina Mills finds herself in?

"Together?" Mal echoes, brows bouncing and her smirk obscene. She doesn't play coy very well, and yet, it's still so damn attractive that Regina wants to kiss the smirk off her face (she does just that, tastes and tastes and thinks about Robin kissing Mal just moments before, shifts on her knees so her thighs rub together and giving her a measure of friction where she needs it).

"Yes," Regina breathes out when she separates from Maleficent's lips. "Together."

Robin's hands span her hips, not-so-subtly encouraging her to restart her previous grinding, and then they're climbing her ribcage, cupping her breasts through her dress. "Is that so, milady?" he whispers to her, his own voice throaty, God, she loves that bedroom voice of his. "Do you want to watch me fuck her?" he asks, even though he already knows. He just wants to hear her say it, really say it.

"Yes," she repeats, eyes fluttering shut as she grinds against him. "I want to watch you fuck her. Please?"

He's grinning, she knows it even without looking at him. "Whatever Her Majesty wants," he tells her, pulling her into a heady kiss for several seconds. And then he's urging her off of him, and okay, maybe this was a bad idea because she misses the feel of him between her thighs and she's not even off of him completely yet.

Regina rises on shaky knees, tries to ignore the pulse where she's so wet, and maneuvers over to the armchair. For a minute, Maleficent and Robin just stare at each other, the awkwardness returning when it's just the two of them. So Regina speaks, encouraging, voice teasing as she says, "You already know how she likes to be kissed, Robin. Kiss her again, just like before."

That seems to break enough of their awkward spell, as Robin reaches for her and kisses her. They're almost devouring each other, and Regina can barely breathe she's so turned on. Maleficent moves as close as she can to him without climbing into his lap, one arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other rests on his bicep. She can just make out Mal's hand inching closer to the buttons of Robin's shirt, and she hisses a low yes.

It emboldens Robin, one hand moving from Maleficent's back to her front, and then he's rubbing her breast through her blouse. Maleficent breaks away from his mouth on a moan, and then she's moving into his lap, straddling him like Regina had been mere minutes ago. They move surprisingly well together, in sync in a way Regina didn't expect, and she thinks perhaps they'd paid more attention to one another than she suspected. But she's reaping the benefits now, watching as Mal rocks against Robin, long slow grinds of her hips that have him bucking against her.

Maleficent plants her hands on his shoulders, adding a twist to her thrusting, something that elicits a sound from Robin that Regina hasn't heard before.

She should be jealous, she thinks vaguely. But instead, she says, "You have to show me that," and she can barely recognize her own voice for how breathlessly raspy she sounds.

Maleficent chuckles, shooting her a look, "Oh, must I? Aren't I allowed a few tricks of my own?"

"Fine," Regina huffs. "But make him make that sound again."

"Are you sure you're the one calling the shots, little one?" she taunts, but does as she's told, and Robin's head falls back against the couch cushions as he makes that same strangled groan.

"Fuck," he breathes out, and his eyes are half-lidded as he looks at Regina. "Enjoying your show, love?"

"Yes," she answers immediately, fervently nodding though he's turned his gaze back to the woman writhing in his lap. "You're so beautiful together. So stunning." And both mine, she adds in her head, a slight thrill of possessiveness that she gets to love these two people and be loved in return. And that maybe, her two most favorite lovers will love each other the same way.

"It hardly seems fair that she gets a show and we don't," Maleficent says leadingly, surprisingly coherent for a woman clearly enjoying herself as much as she is. "Don't you think, Robin?"

Fuck. Regina bites her lip, because just the sound of Robin's name rolling off Maleficent's tongue sends a thrill through her, and just how far gone is she? She almost misses Robin's reply of yes, that's true, she's so distracted by it. She waves her hand, smoke enveloping them all, and suddenly they're naked.

Maleficent and Robin raise an eyebrow at her, and then lose their bemused expression to a lustful one as Regina begins fondling her own breasts. "You said you wanted your own show, right?" she teases, not holding back a moan of pleasure as she pinches and rolls her nipples. God, she needs something between her legs now, thinks about Robin's cock or Mal's fingers and shudders with the desperation she feels. But she wants to draw this out, wants to enjoy it, so she kneads her breasts and lets her thumbs strum over her nipples and doesn't stop looking at Mal and Robin on the couch.

Maleficent is the one to regain her senses first. She looks down at Robin beneath her, studies him for a moment as she drags her hips against his, and they're both groaning at the sensations. Regina whimpers from her spot, can't help venturing two fingers down to where she's so wet, slipping against her clit as she rubs and rubs.

(Fleetingly, she realizes she's going to have to clean the couch and armchair before their children get home. She's mortified even thinking about it.)

"That's right, Regina," Robin speaks, and she's shocked to realize she closed her eyes at some point. "Touch yourself."

"You see how wet she is?" Maleficent murmurs sotto voce. "She's practically dripping."

"Because of you two," Regina says, wants them to know that they're why she's in this state, they're why she's so riled she thinks she might come right now if she presses down hard enough on her clit. "Please, don't stop."

"Do you want him inside me, Regina?" she asks, and Regina's God, yes slips past her lips before Maleficent has even finished the question. Maleficent smirks, mumbling about how eager Her Majesty is, and then she's reaching between them, hand encircling his erection and pumping, enjoying the way he moans. "You ready for this, thief?"

Robin growls a bit, hands on her hips and bucking against her hard enough to have her gasping, head falling back and hand growing slack for a moment. "Yes," he says, and then he's pulling her into a fierce kiss even as Maleficent guides him inside.

Someone exclaims, a harsh, bitten off cry of fuck and Regina honestly doesn't know if it was them or her. But she watches as Mal lowers herself on Robin's cock, watches as Mal writhes with the pleasure of it, and Regina knows. She knows exactly how good he feels, how he's so thick and fills her just right, and she imagines Mal feeling the same way. She pushes two of her own fingers inside of herself, wishes it was Robin, or Mal, but she wouldn't stop this for the world. She's not sure she's ever been more turned on in her life.

"Tell me," she rasps, her thumb rolling circles over her clit, trying to match the rhythm Mal's riding at. "Tell me how it feels."

"So good," Robin grunts out, moaning and groaning as he tries to work his hips lower, tries to get enough leverage to meet Maleficent's thrusts. "She feels amazing, Regina. So wet, so hot… So fucking hot."

Maleficent chuckles breathlessly, manages a pinched retort of, "Dragon," before Robin's managed to find just the right spot inside of her. "Fuck fuck fuck," she gasps out, moving impossibly faster against him. "Fuck, Regina—his cock is—mmm, so good." When she speaks again it's his name leaving her mouth, a whining cry that signals how close she is.

"She's going to come," Regina warns, or advises, she's not really sure. She's rocking into her own hand, nearly blinded by the sight before her and her own rising wave of pleasure.

One of Robin's hands slides from her hip, finding her clit and pinching, circling, trying to determine the best motion and speed to finally push her over the edge. It's when he uses his other hand on her breast, pinching hard at her nipple while his mouth latches on to her shoulder, biting down on the flesh there that has Maleficent flying, screaming out as she comes. Robin follows her shortly, a few quick thrusts and then he's coming inside of her, groaning her name into her neck. Regina's last, gasping as she applies more pressure to her clit and then she's gone, moaning loudly as her orgasm sweeps over her in pleasant waves, riding her fingers until she stills, sated.

For a minute, there's nothing but their heavy breathing as they try to recover. And then Robin looks up, manages to find enough energy to actually lift his head, and then he's laughing. No, not laughing, but chuckling.

Regina watches with a fair amount of confusion as Mal lifts her head from his shoulder, brows furrowed at him. "What's so funny?" she asks, and he shakes his head, unable to answer.

It proves contagious, and soon Mal is chuckling, slipping off to curl into his side and Regina too, laughing in her chair, thinking about the things they have just done in the living room.

A metaphorical dam bursts; the awkwardness floods away. Somehow a turning point has been reached, a bridge crossed where they are in this, it is not just a fling. It is not only Regina and Robin and Regina and Mal, but Regina and Robin and Mal, together.

Regina manages to find her legs, and she curls against Robin's other side, reaching across to twine her fingers with Mal while Robin's arms wrap around their shoulders. Soon, they'll move to the bed (and sooner still Regina will use magic to ensure the living room is habitable for their sons). But for now, they enjoy being wrapped in one another, at ease in their relationship.