Hi! So there were so many prompts to choose from but I finally decided on 7 prompts, I swear if I had the time I would have done two a day, but I already have way too many stories on the go already.

Anyway, I have really enjoyed writing these, so I hope you enjoy reading them. :)

Prompt 150. Regina gets drunk and wanders into Robin's camp late at night…either to yell at him, or fuck him (or both). she ends up breaking his tent.

Regina stared at the alcohol that lined the back wall of the Rabbit hole, the amber coloured liquid stocked next to some sort of green substance that she could only associate with green apple poison, with a roll of her eyes she threw back the rest of the double vodka that was in her shot glass, dropping it down to the wooden bar with a clatter as she motioned to the bartender and then back to her glass again, signalling that she wanted a refill.

She slid the money across the top and he poured more of the clear liquid into her glass, it looked like water but the taste was definitely something to be scrutinised, why couldn't the alcohol that got you drunk the fastest taste nice instead of leaving a bitter burning sensation deep within your throat so that with every breath you took you could feel it scorching your insides all the way from your stomach?

It shouldn't burn as much anymore, it wasn't as though she were a stranger to alcohol, there had been a time when she had practically relied on it to take the edge off. To be honest though if she thought about it she hadn't had to drink for a while, for a time things had been good, but of course it couldn't last, heaven forbid the Evil Queen get anywhere close to being happy, of course that wasn't allowed, she wasn't allowed to be happy, every time she got near to it, it was torn from her grasp cruelly as though some superior gods hated her guts and wanted her to suffer.

She swirled the alcohol in her glass creating a little whirlpool, she just watched as she liquid went around and around, starting out big and getting smaller, seemingly representing her chance at happiness or maybe it was the hope in her heart. She had been told to have hope, to have faith, to believe that her heart would find its way to happiness, well that was a load of bollocks, in fact she was going to tell Snow goody two shoes White what complete shit she was spreading. Happy endings were a thing of fairy tales and life wasn't a fucking fairy tale, it was real, her life was real and miserable, pig miserable.

Regina had turned to liquid courage and if she thought about it she was feeling very courageous at that moment, she threw back the alcohol and wiped her hand over her mouth, standing from her chair she wobbled slightly on her feet slightly, just how many double vodka shots had she had? Did it really matter? She whipped her coat from the back of her chair swirling it in the air as though she were a matador challenging a bull. She slung it over her shoulder and with a curt nod to the bar tender she stumbled out of the door, still just about managing to walk in the five inch stilettos she had on her feet.

Once outside she shuddered a little and decided that she actually wanted to put her coat on, she shrugged into it and walked down the street, "fuck you Snow White and your right royal arse!" she yelled at a random passer-by who skirted off pretty quickly at the realisation that they had just been shouted at by the Evil Queen, "yes that's it run from me! Everyone always runs from me!" She dropped her hands to her side in a huff before bringing one up and tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I don't care! I really don't," she kicked the nearest thing to her which just happened to be a fence that surrounded Granny's, "ouch," she protested, screwing her nose up before kicking it again and again, when it refused to knock over she reached out for it and tried to push it down, shaking it, with still no luck she held her hand out and set it on fire, "teach you for hurting my foot when I kick you," she scoffed watching it burn, the smoke rolling off the bright flames, "see how you like that." God how much had she had to drink?

Regina looked to the floor and frowned before kicking a stone that was in the middle of the sidewalk straight at the yellow coffin on wheels that stood in front of Granny's, chipping the paint a little, "oops," she giggled before laughing more, "serves you right for ruining my life you blonde bitch!" sighing she shook her head, that wasn't nice it wasn't Emma's fault her hair was blonde and not all blondes were bitches, "okay, serves you right for ruining my life you bitch!" She heard her keys jangle in her pocket and took them out before pressing the tip of it to the paint work on the bug and walking, causing a horrific scraping noise to sound out as the yellow enamel literally peeled off, curling before dropping to the ground.

Where was she going again? She furrowed her eyebrows as she leant against the wall to Gold's pawn shop, she had been going somewhere to do something important but she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was she was wanting to do. With a sigh, she carried on walking down the main street, "I'm the Evil Queen and I don't care, peasants better be aware, because I don't play fair!" she sang as she went trying to balance on the little curb that lined the sidewalk. Soon though that side walk was changing into a gravel path and because of the intoxicated state she was in, she didn't even notice.

"When you encounter me, get ready to flee, because everyone knows I'm a big meanie," she carried on the little song, the gravel turning to dirt and then to grass as she moved further and further away from civilisation. "But they are all lies, made up by a child unwise, I want her dead, will someone please bring me Snow White's head?" Regina smirked at herself, she was pretty impressed at the song she had managed to come up with, humming the tune, "down with love, down with hope, don't need blind faith to cope. Love doesn't stand a chance!"

"Regina?"

Her eyes shot up in alarm as that particular voice filled her ears, she saw him and gulped nervously, "hello," she whispered. This definitely hadn't been what she was meaning to do, or where she had been meaning to come, if anything she had been wanting to avoid him, damn her drunk self for bringing her here against her sober self's will. She was quite sure that she hadn't intentionally come here, it must have been her subconscious that lead to his without her permission, led her to him.

"Regina what are you doing here?" he asked moving closer to him but she held her hands out.

"Stop right there, not a step closer." She demanded, causing him to hold his hands up almost in surrender, "don't come near me you fiend."

"Regina."

"I said nooo!" She scolded casting him a deathly stare to which he returned a look that was partly amused, his lips quirking up into a sideways smirk that had her narrowing her eyes. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"You're cute when you're drunk," he chuckled leaning against a tree, "so what brings you into the woods at this time of the night milady?"

"Not you if that's what you're thinking," she tutted rolling her eyes at him, "I seem to have wandered off the beaten track."

"Hmm, and you just happened to stumble upon our camp?"

"Oh do shut it, being smug does not suit you, peasant."

"Peasant? That's not what you were saying a couple of days ago in your vault. In fact, I think you referred to me as God a couple of times."

"You have a big head Robin Hood," she scoffed, moving nearer to him as she prodded his chest with her index finger, "let me tell you something, you are not that good." she quipped raising her eyebrows at him, it wasn't the truth, he was amazing, sex with Robin was the best thing she had experienced in her life, he had made her feel complete and she had orgasmed harder than she had with anyone else she had ever slept with, her drunk self however was finding any way she could to try and hurt him, "I faked it," she giggled.

"Sure you did," he shook his head, "just like you faked everything else. Regina, I know you're hurting because of me and I'm sorry for that."

"Are you?" she swayed on the spot causing him to reach out and hold her upright, "because I don't think you have a clue about how I am feeling right now."

"Why don't you tell me then? Talk to me Gina."

"Stop it, stop acting like when she wakes up you'll choose me over her because we both know that as soon as your prissy vanilla housewife awakes from her unfortunate slumber, you will go crawling straight back to her and play happy families like you were doing before, all the while rubbing it in front of my face that I will never get that! No one loves me! I'm just an inconvenience to them, someone they have to put up with. All I am is the person they don't want around."

"Regina that isn't true," he sighed, pulling her closer his fingers stroking over her lower back, "I told you that would never be true. I love you okay and I will choose you when that time comes because I can't be without you."

Regina blinked at him, trying to take in what he was saying, but she didn't know whether she could believe him or not, what if it was all a lie, just his way of getting into her pants again whilst his wife was frozen, hardly an ideal situation for one's libido. "Why would you choose me over her? She is the complete opposite to me, a homemaker, a proper wife without the added darkness that lurks in her heart."

"Regina, you don't get it do you, I love you no matter what darkness is inside you, I fell in love with you for you as a whole even the darkness, I love it because it's a part of you and I know how hard you try to keep it at bay, to be good and you are amazing."

She sighed and closed her eyes, she knew how he felt, he had told her often enough, it was just hard bringing herself to believe him, she had been hurt so many times in the past and was worried that this was just going to be another one of those times, that he was going to hurt her just like everyone else had. She didn't give her trust all that easily. She felt his hand move to cup her cheek and hummed, leaning into his touch, "Robin."

"Come on I think we should get you sobered up a little, I don't really think you want the Charmings to see you like this, I have a feeling they would probably insist on moving into your house to watch you and make sure that you haven't developed a drinking problem."

"I haven't," she shook her head as she swayed a little feeling the alcohol again, her little rant had seen her sobering up a little, however now that it was over she felt the effects once again, "I just had a teeny tiny drink."

"Or ten," Robin chuckled, hooking his arm around her and walking her in the direction of his camp.

"What are you doing?" she slurred looking up at him through narrowed eyes, "do you really think you can have your wicked way with me out here in the woods? That I would be that shallow as to have a tryst in the forest?"

"Urm…"

"Because I would totally be up for that," she giggled, one of her hands slipping under the waistband of his pants. It was safe to say her mood had done a complete 180 and she now felt rather horny, "would you fuck me hard against a tree?" she asked laughing at him.

He shook his head, "I don't think that is going to be happening right now Gina."

"Whyyyy?" she moaned, her fingers creeping lower and into his undergarments, "I want you," she whispered, her chin resting on his shoulder, "I want to feel your cock inside me."

"Regina," he groaned, "that isn't going to happen, you are drunk and have no idea what you want, a couple of minutes ago you didn't even want me anywhere near you," he took her hand and removed it from his pants.

"I know what I want and I definitely want you near me, more than that, I want you inside of me…" she purred, managing to stop him and rub herself against his leg.

"Babe, stop, how much have you actually had to drink tonight?"

She scrunched her nose up and used her fingers to try and count them, but she had no idea so just kept making hand gestures at Robin.

"See you don't even know, which means there is no way that we are having sex."

"But I love sex!" she shouted and he immediately put his hand over her mouth, probably so that his men in the tents nearby didn't over hear her yelling. "I love sex," she tried to speak against his hand, "Robin," she wriggled.

"Are you going to be quieter?"

"You know I'm not quiet."

"Regina I'm not talking about during sex," he stated as they made their way fully into camp, weaving their way through the tents.

"Which one is yours?" she asked looking around before her eyes landed back on his.

"That one," he pointed to a lone tent at the very edge of camp.

"Well then, why don't you take me into your tent and ravish me Mr Hood," she breathed, her voice dripping with seduction that she knew had she been sober would have worked on Robin and he would probably be tearing her clothes off right now before they had the chance to even get inside.

"Because I have already told you that you are drunk and you won't get me to take advantage of you."

"Well let me take advantage of you instead then," she smirked flicking her wrist in his direction in attempt to undress him with her magic, however once the purple haze disappeared she saw him standing there wearing the skirt suit she had been with a shocked look on his face, "oops," she giggled, looking down to see that she was wearing his clothes, "must have been the wrong spell."

"You don't say," he rolled his eyes, taking off her clothes and shaking his head as he saw that it wasn't just her outer clothes that had been transported onto his body but her underwear also. "Seriously Regina."

"Sorry," she laughed, she was just glad that the size of her clothes had alerted to accommodate him.

Rolling his eyes, he took off the bra and chucked it inside his tent, grabbing some pants before removing her panties and pulling the pants up to cover him. "Something tells me alcohol and magic don't mix."

"I don't think so," she shook her head, "I still want you," she breathed and he just opened the flap to his tent and moved inside, "Robinnnn," she moaned.

"Regina come on, you need to sleep it off."

"I'd rather sex it on," she smirked moving to get inside the tent with him, however just as she did she caught her foot on the string that was holding the tent up from the tent pegs, it immediately pulling it out of the ground followed by the rest of them as she fell into the fabric, reaching out for support and yanking the tent with her, causing it to collapse as she fell on top of Robin with a squeal, the fabric which used to be his tent billowing around them.

"Reginaaaaa," he groaned.

"Sorry," she giggled looking down at him, "I didn't mean to." She ran her fingers across his cheeks, tracing his eyelids, "sorry. I can fix it, hang on."

"No! Regina, no magic, god knows what you'd do."

"Well let me help you then," she sat up, watching him as they both used their hands to hold it up.

"Have you ever put up a tent?"

"I haven't even been in a tent," she scoffed, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, apparently even in her drunk state she was being snobby about accommodation. She flopped down onto his bed, grabbing the quilt that he used as she watched him fix the tent around her, her eyes flickering open and closed as she tried to stop herself from falling asleep.

Regina was about to give into her need and allow her body the much-needed rest when she felt him move in behind her, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her back against his front. She smiled and snuggled into his embrace, feeling his lips press against her neck as he nuzzled against her. She turned to look at him her dark eyes meeting his bright blues, her hand coming to stroke his cheek as she said those three words to him for the first time, "I love you."