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Robyn hated not getting enough sleep.
She groaned as she opened her eyes after far too little sleep and far too much champagne the night before. The memories of what happened at Regina's mansion all came rushing back to her like a tidal wave, her father pulling a knife on the former sheriff, Robyn losing her temper with Hope, Roland showing up drunk and telling Robyn that lie about what their father did to him…
It was definitely a party to remember, that was for sure.
She reached over, expecting to find her curly haired fiancée sleeping beside her but found nothing but more mattress which was quite unusual considering Alice was a usually late to rise; too many years of free reign when it came to bedtime enforcement.
The archer sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, listening intently for signs of Alice in the apartment. She heard her tinkering around in the kitchen and after taking an additional minute to wake herself up Robyn made her way from the bedroom to the first floor where sure enough Alice was putting something on the stove top.
Robyn allowed herself a moment to enjoy the view as she watched from the bottom of the steps. Alice's hair was down, still mussed from sleep, and she wore only a silky red colored nightgown that barely went down low enough to cover her ass. When she bent down to look for something in one of the cupboards, the archer bit back a moan when she noticed that the blonde was wearing those small little lacy red panties that Robyn loved tearing off Alice as much as she like seeing them on her tower girl.
Since Alice had discovered a delightful little store called Victoria Secret, Robyn had been gifted with an entire dresser drawer full of silk and lace short nightgowns and bras and panties that fit the curly haired blonde as if it had been made for her, never having
She bit her lip, letting her pale green eyes look over her long thin legs, the curve of her ass that her hands could barely stay away from, those incredible thighs that Robyn could spend the rest of her life with her head in between and would die a happy woman before she walked over to her fiancée, wrapping her arms around her slender waist.
"Morning, you," Robyn greeted with a feather light kiss to her shoulder. "You're up early."
Alice grinned as she turned in Robyn's arms, pausing so she could give her a proper kiss, taking in the archers own sleepwear. It was nothing special or extravagant; a simple pair of heather grey cotton shorts with the band rolled down, leaving it just high enough to cover up that delightful prize between Robyn's legs and a plain white tank top stretched tight over her large breasts and not quite reaching the shorts and her hair was tied up in a low ponytail but it still stirred something inside Alice.
"I wanted to make you some tea before you woke up," Alice told her, giving her another short lived kiss before she turned back to the stove where a kettle that Robin hadn't noticed before was just beginning to whistle. "After the night you had I thought you might like a cup to help settle you down before you started your day, I know you have to open the bar this morning."
"You sounds just like my dad sometimes," Robyn chuckled as she took a seat at their little kitchen island. "No matter what's wrong with you, it can be cured with a cup of tea. 'A cup of tea leads to calm nerves and calm nerves lead to clear thoughts'," she said with a rather poor attempt at mimicking her father's accent. "I do appreciate it though, but I feel like I should be the one comforting you after what Hope said."
Alice shrugged as got down two mugs and placed two teabags in them. She failed at trying to hide the hurt from the insult that had been thrown at her. "It's fine. Not the first time I've been called that, I'm rather used to it by now to be honest."
"You shouldn't be," Robyn protested. "No one should be calling you that, much less calling you that enough times that you're used to it."
"Thank you. But what Emma said about and your brother was wrong as well."
Robyn shrugged as well. "Trust me, this isn't the first time someone called me and Roland 'thugs'. Granted he kinda earned it last night but I think at this point we look at that as a compliment. I mean hell our dad did get his name from being called a 'hoodlum', Roland has it tattooed on his arm for Chrissakes."
Alice places a cup of steaming tea with milk and a few spoonfuls of sugar in front of her fiancée. "And what she said about your jobs? I don't really think that's a point of pride."
"It's not but… I mean she wasn't wrong." Alice frowned as she watched Robyn take a sip. "I'm a bartender, my brother works at a music store. Hell our dad renounced his right to the throne so we aren't even royalty in a town where you can't even throw a stone without hitting some prince or princess."
She said it with a chuckle but Alice could tell Robyn didn't find that fact as funny as she tried to make it appear.
"You don't like being a bartender?"
Another shrug. "I don't mind it, I just… sometimes wish I was doing something more than pouring drinks."
The wild haired blonde sat on Robyn's lap, draping her arms around her neck. "Well… what do you wanna be?"
"Your wife," Robyn said with a grin as she wrapped her arms around Alice's tiny waist.
"I'm serious, Love. If you could choose to do anything in the world, what would you wanna be?"
Robyn pursed her lips for a moment. "Anything in the world?"
"Anything in the world."
The archer leaned back in her chair, letting her mind wonder for a moment. She had never really given much thought to what she had wanted to be, truthfully. And frankly it seemed like she was the only one to really suffer with this conundrum.
Henry's job was literally predestined since birth, Neal knew he wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps as far back as Robyn could remember, Roland always wanted to do something with his music since their dad got him his first guitar, Hope had been groomed to be Queen since the day she was born.
Robyn however… she just sort of floated through life without really having a direction one way or the other. Her dad told her whatever she wanted to do as long as she did it with honor and integrity. She could have been a damned janitor and he would have been, stupidly in Robyn's opinion, proud of her. Regina didn't wanna push her into anything (she had been told what to do by parents far too often to turn around and do it to her step daughter) and just promised to support her in whatever she choose.
Her mother wanted her to go to school and be a doctor or a lawyer or a business executive and marry someone who made as much money as she was supposed to and live in a little house that looked the same as all the others on the street.
Unfortunately that plan had gone down the drain both as Margot when she went backpacking in Europe instead of college and in reality when she choose to go along with her cousin to all the different realms before going to the realm where her parents and Regina were living.
After far too long a stretch of time, Robyn told her fiancée simply, "I don't know."
"Come on, Robyn," Alice chided but the archer shrugged again.
"I'm not messing around, Alice, I genuinely don't know what I wanna do. I'm gonna be a bartender forever," she muttered rather unhappily. The adventurer frowned at her fiancée but she could tell that she was getting upset at the direction the conversation had turned and this morning tea coupled with the barely there outfit Alice had specifically chosen to wear was supposed to make Robyn happy and forget about what had happened the other night.
"Well you don't have to worry about it now, you got a lot of time to figure it out."
Robyn went to close the conversation with a quick kiss but Alice had deepened it considerably.
"My tea's gonna get cold," Robyn muttered against Alices lips while at the same time letting her hands slide up her thighs and up under the silk nightgown she was wearing.
Alice swung her legs around so that she was straddling her fiancée, her lips finding that one particular spot behind the archers ear.
"Let it," Alice groaned as her hand trailed down her body and found its way inside Robyn's shorts, making the archer buck against her hand. Robyn threw her head back as Alice's delicate fingers touched her everywhere but where she needed her to be.
"Alice," Robyn panted, and Alice grinned against her skin, knowing how much her girlfriend hated being teased. But it was so rare that Alice got to be really in control so the few times Robyn did let her take command, she made the most of it. "Don't be mean."
"Me? Mean? Never?" she said with a sly smile, still touching her just outside where she wanted.
Robyn went to grab her hand to get it to where she needed when, with a simple wave of Alice's hand, Robyn's hands were suddenly bound to the arm of the chair in two red silk ropes.
"You bitch," Robyn groaned as she fought in vain against her bounds, being met with Alice's laugh as she nibbled at her ear lobe. "You're supposed to only use your magic for good."
"Mmm trust me, this is defiantly being used for good," Alice purred before, finally, she shifted her hand and rubbed hard against her clit.
"Fuck," Robyn moaned, turning her head to the side in relief. She spread her legs to give her better access to her core. Alice stroked her clit for a moment longer, kissed her one more briefly on her lips then slid lower until she was kneeling on the floor and settled between her legs.
Alice roped her arms between her legs and pulled Robyn to the edge of the chair, leaving her arms still bound to the chair. Robyn's breath hastioned as Alice slowly, too damn slowly in the archers opinion, hooked her fingers on the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down.
The curly hair blonde kissed up Robyn's thigh as she spread her legs even further and finally her tongue lashed out to stroke Robyn's quivering lips, and she groaned as she tasted the unique flavor of the archer.
She worked a finger inside her, marveling at her tightness, as her lips played across her clit.
Robyn wasn't capable of words anymore. Her breathless fragments had turned to panting and heavy breathing punctuated by intense moaning. Her fingers fisted the arm of the chairs she was tied to as she still fought against the ropes, wanting desperately to bury her hands in Alice's curls and bring her closer, and her toes curled from the intensity of it.
She loosened enough to where Alice could work a second finger inside her, eliciting another long groan from her. Alice twisted her hand palm up and she massaged the spongy tissue inside her. Robyn's back arched as Alice found her G-spot, and the blonde continued to devour her clit like she was starving, switching from licking her with the flat of her tongue and flicking her tongue as quick as she could just how she knew Robyn liked.
It didn't take much, it never did when Alice hit it just right. As the adventurer continued to worship her pussy, her body tightened like a bow, arching off the chair, and an earth-shattering scream tore from her lips.
A proud smile slid across Alice's face as she pulled away from her and looked up at her, her juices glistening on her lips in the semi-darkness of the still early morning.
And, sure enough, the disaster of the party and what the archer considered a disaster of her life was soon forgotten…
—
Esmeralda hated being late.
No matter what it was for, a party, a date, church, her shift at Storybrookes only strip club, even if she had to be at work on Saturday at noon and the only patrons that would be there was the men who were watching the college football games and not paying attention to the dancers.
But this particular Saturday she was very late. Esmeralda would be lucky if she made it to work twenty minutes late instead of her usual fifteen minutes early like she liked to be. But when you're up the whole night alternating between crying and screaming and cussing out your boyfr-.
Ex.
Your ex boyfriend. You tend to sleep in.
The dark haired beauty went to lock her apartment door behind her when she heard familiar footsteps and she rolled her eyes to the heavens.
It wouldn't have been as bad if she couldn't smell the stink of whiskey soaked into him already.
"Go away, Roland," she warned him but he made no move to honor her wishes.
"We need to talk," Roland told her when she turned towards him.
"No, we don't," she said rather sharply as she pushed past him and made her way down her rickety stairs.
"Yes we do," the curly haired musician said as he followed her. "Please?"
"No."
"Essy, I'm sorry."
"Don't call me that," she barked. "People who lie don't get to call me that."
She continued her trek down the stairs and through the front door of her building with Roland following.
"I didn't lie!" he argued, a lie in itself but he had no other option.
"No?" She whipped back around, stopping him in his tracks. A fire burned bright in her dark green eyes that were overflowing with tears. "So you didn't steal my pills?"
"Esmeralda, please-."
"The pills I NEED to be able to deal with the pain in my leg?" she continued. "The pills which are the only thing that still allows me to dance?"
Roland swallowed hard, shifting guiltily where he stood.
"I'm sorry," he told her again, his voice trembling. "I just, i was in the bathroom, and I saw it-."
"Oh so it's my fault for having my own legal medication in my bathroom?"
"No! No of course not!"
"And what's worse, what-." Esmeralda took a moment to swallow a sob that was making its way past her lips. "What's worse is you don't even seem to care about the promise you made me. You SWORE you were done with pills, you SWORE you stopped, Roland!"
"I did stop!"
"No you didn't!" she cried. "I know you didn't, I fucking found Snow's prescription in your bag just two weeks ago! But I thought it might have been old, that you just forgot you had it in there."
Roland opened his mouth and shut it again, glancing down at the sidewalk as tears filled his brown eyes. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I am, I- I'm gonna get help, I promise. Please don't leave me."
If she was moved by his tears she didn't show it.
"I don't want anything to do with you when you aren't sober," she told him. "I helped you through it once, I'm not gonna go through this again."
"You won't have to, I- I'm gonna get help," he promised her. "I swear to god. I'm gonna stop, Esmeralda."
The dark haired woman pulled her purse over her shoulder, her eyes hard as stone. "Until you do, Roland, you can fuck off."
Without another word Esmeralda turned, got in her car and drove off with Roland staring after her.
—-
Hope hated getting yelled at by, well, anyone.
The blonde sat at her kitchen table, her arms crossed in front of her as Emma and Hook took turns yelling at her for what she had done the other night.
"You know that Robin and his men hate him," Emma shouted. "You knew bringing him was going to start a fight!"
"No I didn't!" she lied effortlessly.
It wasn't a lie. Not really anyway.
She brought the former sheriff as her date to sow discourse throughout the entire party but that was all she wanted to do, disrupt the party that was celebrating the bitch and the psycho. She didn't, however, know that the hatred between the two was strong enough that Robin would have pulled a knife on Nottingham. If she has known Robin hated the man to that extent, the way that Hope felt about Rogers honestly, she never would have brought him.
"Yes you did!" Emma yelled. "Okay, do you realize if it hadn't of left Robin Hood would probably be in jail?!"
"Oh so it's my fault he can't control his temper?!"
"No but it's your fault when you intentionally bring someone's worst bloody enemy into their home!" Hook barked. "Not to mention the man's almost twenty years your senior! What are you even doing hanging out with him?"
"He's my friend! And okay, you're like three hundred years older than Mom!"
"That is a totally different scenario!"
"How?!"
"It… it just is! And we aren't talking about me, we're talking about you, Little Lass!" he yelled, using the nickname he only used when he was, as rare as it was, mad at his daughter.
Hope let out an angry huff of breath and leaned back in her chair, her blue eyes narrowed in a way that reminded them all strongly of an angry Snow.
"You're going to go over to their house and apologize to Robin," Emma told her, making her daughters eyes go wide with shock.
"After what he said about me, are you serious?!" Hope cried. "He called me a spoiled brat!"
"Quite frankly the way you've been acting I'm starting to agree with him!" Emma yelled back. "Now, you are going to go to that house, you will tell him you didn't know what you were thinking, and you will tell him how sorry you are and then you will apologize to Regina for ruining her party. Do you understand?"
When Hope replies with nothing but silence, Emma banged her hand on the table, making the young girl jump.
"Hope Eva Swan-Jones, do you understand me?!"
Tears flooded her eyes that softened both the pirate and the saviors heart. They watched as she wiped away her tears and cleared her throat.
"Fine. Do you want me to apologize to Robyn for making her yell at me too?"
"No, I don't," said Emma in a more relaxed tone. "Robyn never should have said that to you."
"Speaking off," Hook added once he took a breath to calm himself down. "I'm sorry about what she said, about you not having magic."
Hope sniffed away her tears. "Why, she was right? I don't have any magic, I'm not some famous character, I'm a nobody, I'm nothing."
Emma's hand curled into a fist as an anger rages through her, not at Hope, but for the words she had used to describe herself, at what Robyn had made her feel.
She wanted to beat the shit out of that cunty little archer...
"Don't you EVER say that about yourself!" Emma told her daughter as sharp as a knife. "EVER! You are NOT nothing, Hope, you will NEVER be nothing! You are the daughter of The Savior and Captain Hook, you're the grandchild-!"
"Of Snow White and Prince Charming, and the sister of the truest believer, and the sister in law of Cinderella," Hope interrupted while more tears flooded her eyes. "I know that, I know all about my relationships to everyone. Okay, everyone in my family are literal fairytale characters or they're the savior, or they're the truest believer or they have true love or they're worthy enough to come back from Death. Then there's just me and guess what? I. Am. Nothing."
Without another word Hope got up from the table, grabbed her purse, and stormed out.
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