#gisborne x reader

[delayeddrabbles]

chapter 10: building a nest Guy/Locksley Sibling!OC/Allan - AU s2

[scariusaquarius]

severed links.

Sir Guy of Gisborne x Fem! Reader

A/n: this is short and probably ooc and not canon-adhesive, but i tried anyway. I'm very sick, but am doing my best to keep up. I hope this was okay. Im sorry it's not very good.

Week 2: Planets/Constellations, Day 8 - Andromeda (The Chained Maiden)

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Genre: Angst

Rated: Mature

Warning: Physical Violence, Public Execution, Major Character Death

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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In the center of the town of Nottingham, there was a great spectacle. All of the people had gathered to the middle, surrounding a large stage that had been placed right where everyone could see, even from the shops that had been maneuvered into a large circle within the market.

Upon the stage was a woman, chained and dirty from grime and blood with Sheriff Vaisey standing by her side with a ruthless sneer. When Sir Guy of Gisborne laid eyes upon the woman, his jaw clenched.

"People of Nottingham, today you shall witness a great achievement. Today, we destroy another link to that foul Robin Hood's schemes: Lady (Y/n)!"

People murmured in shock as Vaisey whispered something to the angry woman, and she spat in the sheriff's face, making him curl his lips back in disgust. With no remorse, he backhanded the woman, forcing her to drop to the ground before shakily standing once more. Gisborne approached the stage, exclaiming.

"What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself immediately."

Vaisey chuckled, gesturing as he spoke.

"Ah, my apologies, Gisborne. It seems your taste in women has fallen ill. This woman was found with Robin Hood and his gang of thieves! She aided their escape!"

Gisborne frowned before turning to (Y/n), his blue eyes angry and pained.

"This isn't true. You will look at me and say so."

However, (Y/n) stayed quiet for a moment. Turning her gaze away, Gisborne became angry, outbursting.

"Explain yourself! Say that it is lies, and I will release those chains!"

(Y/n) glanced up at Gisborne, shaking her head.

"It is not. I aided Robin Hood into and out of Nottingham."

Betrayal flashed across Gisborne's face, and his fists clenched. Shaking subtly, Gisborne hissed.

"Why? Why would you do this to me? How could you betray me like this?"

The woman frowned, exclaiming.

"Our people deserve more, Gisborne! They don't deserve to live in poverty and tyranny while this bastard of a sheriff sits upon riches while we starve! Our people are dying, Gisborne!"

Sheriff Vaisey then snapped, yanking on her chains to make the woman fall to her knees.

"Enough! Your lies have come to an end. Let this day be a reminder that anybody who sides with Robin Hood will be a traitor and will be punished accordingly."

Although Gisborne's fingers itched to reach towards the woman he loved, to save her from her fate, Gisborne could do nothing but atand and watch as Sheriff Vaisey raised his sword.

"Any last words?"

(Y/n) was silent for a moment before she looked at Gisborne.

"I dream of the day our people can live in peace and flourish. I hope that you, Sir Guy of Gisborne, can take pity and-"

The sheriff didn't let her finish, and so the chained maiden became silent, her eyes straying up towards the sky while Gisborne's eyes closed.

The only thing Gisborne could truly pity was himself.

[fizzyxcustard]

Invisible

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pining, angst, insecurity, vague smut mention, attempted ghosting

Word count: 1880

Summary: From the imagine, "You are in love with Guy and he is still pining for Marian. You cannot carry all the pain."

Comments/notes: Takes place around season 2, despite the above GIF being from season 3. This fic was requested by @sazzlep

As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. If you wish to be added to my tag list for any character, fandom, or fic series, let me know.

Marian had disappeared, leaving you with the shattered pieces of Guy’s broken heart. While trying to mend your own heart, you were busy tending to Guy’s. And that pain was becoming unbearable. Shifting the weight of two broken hearts was crippling you. 

Guy had left your home again at nightfall, having borne his heart to you. The woman he loved and had lived in high hopes of wooing, had run off into the forest with her outlaw lover. In the time you had known Marian, you had been on fairly friendly terms with her. But you had always been aware of her manipulative tactics, taking advantage of Guy’s feelings for her. For all those months and he had been completely blind to it, only seeing her sweet smiles as a hope for something more than just friendship. 

You stood at your front door and watched his dark shape, atop a black horse, disappear into the gathering dusk. You and Guy had been close friends for years, being each other’s rock, and this has been the case since he came to Nottingham as a young man. He had been swept up into duty for the Sheriff, but the two of you had still remained close. Guy had been the one who comforted you when your mother died, and had even brought you food when you fell upon tough times. Potential suitors had come to your door, and if they had not been to your liking, it was Guy who had told them to leave. 

How long could you continue this for? Every day you saw him and you felt more of your heart become warped from the inside, like a disease spreading outward. The only cure would be to take yourself out of the situation completely and sever yourself from him. 

The moon was high in the sky and you remained in that spot for some time, feeling the red hot tears fall down your cheeks. All of your pain was invisible to him; in his own anguish, he had completely overlooked you. 

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Guy woke the next morning, light bursting through the window. 

Realisation hit him hard that he had overslept. 

He shot out of bed and began dressing quickly, only to see a piece of parchment on the stone floor at the foot of his door. Guy reached down and took the parchment, noting that there was no envelope. The parchment had just been folded. Upon opening it, he instantly recognised your beautiful handwriting. It brought a smile to his face. 

Guy, 

While I know that you are in the midst of deep pain, I must leave Nottingham. I plan to move back to my father’s home and search for work. I cannot carry the weight of both our broken hearts on my shoulders. 

May God watch over you and keep you safe. 

Leaving? But why? 

Guy raced from his chambers, heading down towards the courtyard where he slipped out to the stables and collected his horse. 

Once he had rode to your home, he jumped from the horse and banged on your door. No answer. Your own horse, a brown and white mare, had disappeared from the small field behind your house. 

Your father’s home was a two-day ride, and within seconds, Guy’s horse was galloping through the small patch of woodland which was to the north, leading out onto the main road. Surely you could not have gotten far. Guy was a far more experienced rider than you so would easily be able to catch up to you, despite your head start. 

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The ride that morning had been pleasant. The sun was shining amidst a cloudless sky. A gentle breeze took the edge off the early summer heat. A simple breakfast was still sitting in your stomach quite nicely; bacon, eggs and freshly baked bread. There was an inn about half way, at the perfect place for you to stop, before continuing on the next day for the second part of your journey. 

All morning and you had imagined Guy’s face upon opening your letter. Would he even care at all? It seemed that he didn’t. Normally Guy was up around dawn, ready for his duties. He should have caught you just before you left, but you had not seen him. And you had given your letter to Abe, one of the guards, at the castle gate, two hours after sunset. Surely Guy would have received it by daybreak. 

You stopped for a quick break, taking a sip of water from a skin in your leather satchel. You sat down on a fallen tree trunk and took a deep breath, looking up at the rays of sunlight piercing through the bright green leaves. 

Suddenly you heard galloping hooves coming from behind. A figure emerged from the edge of the curving path, and got larger, moving towards you quickly. 

“Guy?” you whispered, feeling relief wash over you, but also fear. 

Guy stopped his horse a few feet from yours and jumped from the saddle, storming over to you. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed. “What is going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His silver blue eyes were wide in irritation. 

“I told you in my letter. I can’t carry both of us anymore.” 

Guy sighed and sat down beside you. “Maybe you could start with telling me what you’re carrying and stop being so stubborn in carrying it yourself.” 

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “Are you sure you really wish to know? Because after I tell you, you won’t want to know me anymore.” 

Guy scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

You looked at him, seeing that all too familiar smirk begin to form on his face. It made your heart flutter. 

“If you really believe that then you know me less than I thought you did. In fact, you don’t know me at all.” His tone was accusing and full of irritation.

You could see the offense written on Guy’s face, and you reached out to take his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that, Guy.” 

“Then how did you mean it?” he snapped. “You’re all I have in my life, yet you seem to think that I’ll walk away from you. Despite you being the one who was ready to walk away from me…” The words trailed off into a whisper and loud sigh. 

“Do you want to know the real reason I’m leaving?” you asked. “And if you do choose to turn your back on me then that is your choice.” 

Guy hissed. “I will never turn my back on you.” He pointed his finger at you in anger as he spoke. 

You got to your feet and took a deep breath. “All these years we’ve known each other and I’ve been invisible to you. You’ve never noticed all the times I’ve had to smile at you but wanted to weep. You’ve never seen how I feel about you. Instead all you’ve ever seen is a woman who has taken advantage of you and used your feelings for her to get what she needed. It’s crippled me.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “I love you, Guy. I love you so much and never once did you ever see it. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’m not expecting you to.” 

Guy got up from the tree trunk, and without a word, curled his hand around your cheek and kissed you. The kiss immediately became wanting, needing and hot. 

Reluctantly you shifted your head away and looked up at him, your tears blurring your vision. “I told you that I’m not expecting anything from you...” 

He smiled. “I’ve loved you from since the first moment we met. I was always invisible to you. I valued and respected you far too much to ever overstep any boundary. I was terrified you would think I was dishonouring you. Marian became my way of letting you go, but under it all, I never could. She was the hope of something I could never have with you.” 

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and because of me, you tried to gain love in a place where you would never find it.” 

“It wasn’t because of you. It was my own cowardice. I would look at her and see you, in everything she did. Then with each man who attempted to court you, I could see how impossible it was for me to ever think you’d be mine. A lot of those men were honourable and so much more than what I could ever wish to be.” 

“I know you, Guy, and all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved and needed by someone. I’m offering that to you if you’ll take it.” 

Guy kissed you again, and then let his lips trail down your neck. “And I will give that back to you tenfold, my love.” 

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The two of you rode your horses back to your home, watching as thick clouds began to swarm in, threatening rain. 

By the time your house was visible, spots of rain began to fall. 

You pulled on the reins of your horse, bringing it to a stop in the pen behind your house. Guy had already dismounted his horse, his hand reaching out to take yours. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle as he helped you down, his ice blue gaze never unlocking from you. 

The two of you kissed again, the rain starting to pour all around you. The horses by now had wondered away into the small wooden shelter which was situated at the back of the paddock. 

“Let’s get inside,” you told Guy. 

He smiled in response and wound his arm around your waist as the two of you walked to the door of your home. 

Once inside, you started a fire and put a large pot of water to boil. “I need to head into the market for food shortly. I hope the rain stops,” you told Guy, glancing out of the window. “Is there anything in particular you would like for dinner? I can cook us a meal.” 

Guy never answered, but instead kissed you again. 

A short time later and the two of you were idly tangled together in your bed, having just made love. You noticed that Guy seemed the most content he had done for quite some time; he had a faint smile on his face as you rested in the crook of his arm. The only sound was the tapping of rain on the roof, and it soothed you. The heavy weight in your heart had now lifted. 

“Was that how you imagined our first time to be?” you asked. 

Guy grinned and kissed you again. “It was so much better than any of my expectations.” He gripped your hand tight in his and then kissed your head. 

“I suspect the Sheriff will be looking for you.” 

“He can wait.” 

You looked across at Guy as you began to slip from the bedclothes and pull your dress back on. “You’re taking a big risk thinking that. You know what he’s like.” 

“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got you, and that’s all that matters to me now.” 

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[epilogue-and-prologue]

Robin Hood (BBC Series)

Guy of Gisbourne

Devotion - Romantic/Forced Marriage/In Love at first sight/Canon violence/SMUT - Guy x Robin's Sister!Reader

[ravnarieldurin]

So...I write fanfiction now! That's a new one for me.

Find me on AO3 as RavnarielDurin.

Currently Fandoms:

The Hobbit

Lord of the Rings

Silmarillion (dipping my toes in. I need to read the book.)

Future Fandoms:

Robin Hood BBC (Guy of Gisborne)

North & South (John Thornton)

Pilgrimage (Raymond De Merville)

(Notice a pattern yet? ☺️ I'll give you a hint: Richard Armitage.)

~~~Long Fics~~~

Available to read on AO3

E-Rated Dark Fantasy Romance Multi-Part Long Fic of the Hobbit (Movie Universe with elements of the book)

Main Ship: Thorin/Fili/Kili/OFC Raven (polygamous fated Ones)

Tumblr Posts (Chapter Info + Bonus Content/Soundtracks if available)

[Intro Post] [CH 1] [CH 2] [CH 3] [CH 4 - current WIP]

~~~One Shots~~~

Hot Chocolate [Tumblr Post] Rated T for slight suggestiveness.

Wife reader brings her husband Hot Chocolate in various settings. Individual chapters for Thorin x Fem!Reader, Fili x Fem!Reader, and Kili x Fem!Reader.

~~~Request Rules~~~

[NEW!] The Hobbit Prompt Requests [OPEN]

WIP List:

Thranduil/OFC (request)

Thorin Oakenshield/Fem!Reader

Kili/Fem!Reader

Dwalin/Fem!Reader

Fili/Fem!Reader (request)

Thorin/Fem!Reader (request - I got both messages so you're all good! ☺️)

[middleearthpixie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, @i-did-not-mean-to!!

And.... we're off...

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 36

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 2,583,909 (just about everything i write tends to go novel length and when my muse cooperates, look out!)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien - The Hobbit and LOTR, and most of the characters played by Richard Armitage.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? After the Fire, More Than Meets the Eye, Brilliant Disguise, Where I Belong, In This Moment

5. Do you respond to comments? Almost always. It might take me a while, but I try to respond to every one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That would be The River which was a short piece of about 3k words that takes place right before Thorin starts out for the Shire and the Quest to retake Erebor.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty much everything else (Where I Belong is more bittersweet than flat out happy). I write romance and one of the hard and fast rules is an ending that is either happy or happy for now. And I am an absolute sucker for a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so much hate, but useless criticism (and yes, unless a writer has specifically asked for a critique, criticism is useless so save yourself the time and trouble and don't bother with it. Don't like something, don't agree with it? Write your own story how you want it. I'm not even nice about that any more.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sure. I write steamy in general, but Good Trouble, The Chance You Take, Playing with Fire, Damaged Goods, Miss Fortune, Seven Days, and Better Days are the smuttier of my fics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've written crossovers for Richard Armitage characters - Guy of Gisborne/John Porter

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I doubt my fics are good enough for anyone to steal, so I'm thinking no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I'd be very surprised if I have.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I don't know that I'd be able to do it, either. I'm far too set in my ways and doing things the way *I* think they should be done and telling the story the way *I* see it.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Thorin x OFC

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't have any. I almost never orphan a story. It might take me literally years to finish it, but it will be finished.

16. What are your writing strengths? I write fast and clean (meaning my edits/revisions are usually minimal) and judging by a lot of the comments I receive, I write very good and natural dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes have trouble slowing action down, as I usually want to get right to the meat of the story. I also can't always translate the images in my mind to the words on the page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I write using other languages sparingly - usually just enough to give the reader a feel for the character. It's too easy to fall into linguistic stereotypes otherwise.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Marvel. Loki, specifically.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This one is a three-way tie between More Than Meets the Eye, After the Fire, and Something in the Night, (my current WIP) because all three have heroines who are very unique - Arielle is not only trying to pass herself off as her twin brother, but she rambles when she's nervous, Jasna is a medical student who stutters, and Nina is a bounty hunter seeking revenge against a certain dwarf king. All three were and are fun to write.

And now for the no-pressure tags!

@evenstaredits @sotwk @fizzyxcustard @frosticenow @glassgulls @sunnyrosewritesstuff and anyone else who'd like to answer! :)

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Elf

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Shadow

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Little Burglar

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Guy of Gisborne

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Oh?

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The Forgotten Hood

Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah

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A mummy

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Soulmate Au 2

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Bucky

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MJ

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Han Seojun

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Helmet

ACOTAR

Azriel

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Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

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My kitten

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I also have a Wattpad account so if you are interested there are coming two longer stories about a girl that is transferred into ancient Egypt and about a girl that has a crush on a bad boy/her imaginary friends come to life.

My New World

The Cold Pharaoh

[sorisooyaa]

Guy of Gisbourne x Robin Hood's sibling!Reader

@absentmindeduniverse​ in all honestly Idk what was going through mind when I was making this XD

But I think.....I like it?

Reader's been betrothed to their brother's enemy and finds that Guy isn't as bad as he looks

[timeladyjamie]

Being in an arranged marriage to Guy of Gisburne (Robin of Sherwood) Would Include…

Author’s Note: I’ve recently continued my watch of the amazing, Robin of Sherwood by Richard Carpenter. It is a wonderfully historic Robin Hood mixed with some Celtic stuff and gives a bit of the classic 80s Doctor Who feels off to. I’ve surprisingly come to love Robert Addie’s portrayal of Gizzy, adding it as another one of my favorite Gisborne’s next to Richard Armitage. 

I’ve been wanting to write something for him for a while, so here’s a thing. Was originally going to be a reader insert, but because of my tendonitis, it’s now a headcanon thing. 

Pairing: Female!Reader x Guy of Gisburne (Robert Addie)

Your parents have worked out an arranged marriage for you. Arriving at Nottingham Castle with a dowry, you finally meet your future husband: Sir Guy of Gisburne. 

He doesn’t have much, just working as the right-hand man to the Sheriff of Nottingham.

Things between you will be off to a rocky start as you get to know each other, especially when Robin Hood interferes. 

He’s so awkward because he doesn’t know how to act around you, often being rough and rude.

The sheriff tries to give him advice, which turns out to be a disaster. No surprise. 

At first he tries to act all tough and demanding, but it doesn’t woo you at all.

However, you notice that when he’s not being influenced by the sheriff or in the presence of another noble, he can actually be a really sweet person.

Once you start to get close to each other, he finally opens up to you about his family, with his mother being a nun.

But things get hairy when you come across Robin Hood, who tries to use you against Guy at times. This causes Guy to get far more angry, feeling embarrassed that the outlaw is trying to make a fool of him in front of you. 

He starts questioning things, hoping you aren’t working with Robin Hood at all. 

However, once he sees you are on his side completely, any fears he has is laid to rest.

Guy usually tries to protect you from the wrath of the Sheriff, which ends up meaning that everything is directed at him (as usual.) 

You would honestly be able to help Guy through the realization that Robert of Huntingdon is his half-brother...at least once you hear the news from his mother. He isn’t going to take it easily, but he’s grateful he has you there. 

[rose-edith]

Being in love with Guy of Gisborne would include:

•you’re not blind to his sometimes cruel and malicious actions and attitudes, but not do you see only that side of him- you can see the vulnerable, kind and caring side too. So while you’re surprised when you realise that you love him you’re not totally horrified by it either…some of your friends however, they might be a bit shocked.

•part of loving him is showing him what love is. It’s been so long since someone has genuinely liked and cared about him without an ulterior motive, he is after all a man of power and real substance. So it’s a bit of a learning curve for him to learn about what love is from you.

•he feels bad and low and lost sometimes, and in those moments you’re always there to remind him he’s worthy. At first he puts up a barrier and tries to brush your gentle concern for him off, but over time (as he realises that you’re serious and won’t ever leave his side) he opens up to you, he comes to understand that you want to help. Eventually he starts to reciprocate when he notices if you’re having a bad day.

•so yeah, helping him through his bad days is a big thing. You learn what helps him and slowly try to guide him to healthy coping habits. Before you he’d drink himself into unconsciousness, over time the drinking gets exchanged for a long gallop or a fast walk, or just time spent at your side.

•even before you fell in love with him you noticed his lack of ability in making sure he eats and drinks and rests properly. So if he’s looking tired or hungry or dehydrated you go into a mother hen type role, constantly badgering him until he relents and does as he suggests.

•being prepared to stand up to him. His life has been difficult and cold, so sometimes he struggles with his moral compass- he struggles with his empathy. And when these times come you have to be prepared to hold your ground and argue with him. And these arguments can be explosive and he’s never truly comfortable with them, he always storms off. It’s up to you to go to him to resolve it at first, he doesn’t know how to. But he learns how to make it up from you, and slowly the arguments lessen. With you at his side there’s no chance of him going in the wrong direction of morality.

•most days he still does not believe that you love him. He still expects it to be a cruel trick or for some personal or political gain, and every day you show him and tell him that you love him, just him and that you want nothing in return…except his heart, but only WHEN or IF he would like to give it to you.

•part of loving him includes teaching him about causal physical affection- hugs and holding hands etc. He’s very stiff with it at first (oh he can certainly stop you in the corridors with a hand on your waist or shoulder, but physical touch for a longer length of time is unknown to him). He comes to love hugs, his face lights up every morning and evening when you greet him with one, and eventually it becomes a common sight around Nottingham Castle to see you and Guy holding hands as you stroll down the corridors together. (It makes the Sheriff sick, because it’s “a sickening sight” or so he says anyway. But somehow that doesn’t make either of you stop it.)

•when he gets hurt and refuses to be seen by the physician you badger him into allowing you to tend to his wounds. This does mean barging into his room in the dead of night sometimes, it’s scandalous behaviour really considering that you’re unmarried, but you just want to make sure he’s well. Fortunately you know the basics of first aid and how to patch him up and keep him well.

•as soon as other people in the Castle and in the area more generally come to realise your feelings for Guy you experience a change of attitude towards you. The townsfolk are equally divided- some are still kind, hoping that you’ll prove to be a change for the better in Guy, others are cruel and spit at your feet. Even in the Castle lots of malicious gossip spreads, calling you all manner of rude words (the Sheriff takes part in this, he does like to stir the pot after all). Guy feels helpless to stop this and is worried it’ll make you back off and abandon him, but it doesn’t. You were prepared for the backlash.

•what you didn’t necessarily realise was that it’s strain your friendship with Robin Hood and his crew and Marian. Marian was the most supportive of the bunch, understanding that the heart wants what it wants. But Robin struggled. And unfortunately sometimes he did use you as a bargaining tool/threat. Being in love with Guy did put a big target on your back.

•it takes a long time but eventually he falls for you after you started your campaign to declare your love and win his heart. He doesn’t realise it fully until he has to save you from a grizzly confrontation with angry villagers, it’s not until you’re safe in his arms after he’s rescued you that he calms down and finally confesses that he loves you too.

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine writing love letters to Sir Guy while away in London

[scariusaquarius]

a sweet treat.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 2: Mulled Wine, Guy of Gisborne

Guy of Gisborne x Gen! Reader Summary: Nottingham is in high spirits, preparing for Yule celebrations. A certain Sheriff has a craving, and he knows just who to go to for his thirst to be quenched.

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A/n: Day 2 is here! I haven't written Guy in so long, I truly do hope that I captured his character. I have missed my blorbos so much <3

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Genre: Humor, Friendship, Slight Romance Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluffy, Alcohol Consumption, Alcohol Mentions

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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It was winter in Nottingham; the smell of burning wood and spices heavy within the air as the people stayed as warm as they could while snow dusted the ground. Snow-turned-muddy slush covered the paths where the horses frequented, a pink nose turning up slightly in disgust as his horse trotted through the town.

While the people were dreary, the heavy taxes still taking a toll, it seemed that nothing could damper a festive spirit; not even the Sheriff of Nottingham. Though, Guy of Gisborne wasn't too terribly interested in enforcing the law for the day.

Even he had a heart, he had to think.

With purpose, Guy of Gisborne steered his horse to the outskirts of Nottingham where a vineyard was situated; the harvest season freshly ended and the crops beginning to whither. There was a scent within the air; spicy and reminiscent of apple cider, and Guy's cheeks flushed.

It seemed his favorite vintner in Nottingham was trying a new recipe.

When he got to the door, Guy slid off of his horse, making a face at the mud beneath his boots before he knocked upon the door. There was a yelp, a crash, and suddenly, the door opened to reveal you. You were wearing a purple-stained apron, grape juice staining your fingers, and there was sweat running down your temple.

Your cheeks were flushed, and if Guy didn't know any better, it would have seemed you were...up to extracurricular activities other than wine-making.

"Oh! Hello, Sheriff, I wasn't expecting you."

Guy raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head.

"Truly? I do make it a point to come here after every harvest. Surely you would have remembered our annual meeting."

You couldn't help but to make a slight face at him, amusement coming over his face as he watched you become embarrassed by being caught.

"Ah, that's a good point. I've just been so busy that it slipped my mind. Come on in, it's way too cold for you to be standing out there."

Guy didn't hesitate, walking into the warmth of your home; the scent of spices and freshly-baked goods assaulting his nose and making him almost melt. You led him through the main home to the back where the wine cellar and the winery equipment was; barrels upon barrels stacked on top of one another. Your father was nowhere in sight, making Guy hum in interest as you began to speak.

"My father went to Barnsdale to sell some wine for the season, so the rest of the work has been left to me. I'm actually experimenting with the recipe this time. Here, have a cup and tell me what you think."

You grabbed a cup and a ladle, scooping up a hefty portion of steaming wine out of a pot that was situated over a low fire, various spices floating on the foamy surface. Guy was intrigued, looking up at you as you handed him the cup.

"Hot wine...and spiced? That'll be a hefty loss if this fails."

You gave him a look, placing your hands on your hips and raising a brow; making Guy chuckle in response to your sassy comeback.

"Well, I enjoy it, so even if it doesn't sell, I can stay drunk for however long I please. Now, would you please try the wine?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Guy sniffed the wine first, looking at you the whole time. You seemed nervous, fidgeting from foot-to-foot as you watched him, and Guy hummed, positioning the cup away from his mouth.

"And what if this is a ploy to poison me, hm? Should I let myself believe a vixen like you wouldn't?"

"Oh, for the King's sake."

Guy grinned when you snatched the cup out of his hand and took a heft gulp, making a slight face from the heat of the liquid before giving it back to him and wiping the back of your hand against your mouth.

"There. No poison."

Guy chuckled before he teased, placing the cup to his lips right where your lips had been.

"I knew you couldn't...but now, I get a kiss by proxy. How lucky am I, the Sheriff of Nottingham?"

He wasn't sure if the blush on your face was from the alcohol or his words, but Guy was drinking it up as much as he could. When the hot wine touched his tongue, it sent a shiver down his spine and warmed him up so quickly that it felt as though sweat was already pearling at the back of his neck. His blue eyes were opened wide, his lips smacking noisily, and he hummed in appreciation.

"Now that is a cup of wine."

You beamed happily at him, grabbing another cup and pouring more wine in it for yourself, sitting down in front of him at the table.

"Truly, you like it? I was planning on distributing this at the market tomorrow. I think it would be very nice to share."

"Why not make a profit off of this? You would be highly regarded for such a delicious drink."

Guy was asking honestly; trying his best to understand your head and where it was that you were coming from, but you just sighed and shook your head.

"Gisborne, you know that I don't like to sell my creations like that. Regular wine, yes, but I always like to share my creations first before I ever consider selling. I want this drink to be something that can be enjoyed; not something that is sought after like the water and bread we already struggle to make."

Your words made Guy go quiet, and while you feared that you had said too much or somehow stepped over a line, it actually made the Sheriff think for a moment. There was a pregnant pause, the only sound within the room of Guy sipping his wine, and he replied back.

"Tomorrow, I will help you take this wine to the market and we shall let the people indulge."

You were in awe before you gently placed your hand over his own that was on the table, making Guy swallow slightly as he looked into your eyes.

"Thank you, Guy of Gisborne. I see that even the Sheriff can have a festive heart."

Guy scoffed, never letting your hand go as he spoke.

"Please, don't be ridiculous. I'm only doing this for the wine."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Sheriff."

END DAY 2

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Eavesdropping (Drabble)

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: None romantically at this point.

Summary: You overhear Guy talking to someone about 'the woman he loves'. Surely it's Marian?

Warnings: Insecurity, angst.

Word count: 295

Comments/notes: This drabble is for @asgardianhobbit98's Four For Valentine event; week 3 with ‘eavesdropping’ prompt. Please consider reblogging if you enjoy. 

“Forget it. I’ll go and do it myself,” Guy’s frustrated voice came from inside his bed chamber. “I ask you to help me in gathering flowers for the woman I love and this is what I get.” 

You stepped back, feeling your heart thunder in your chest and a deep ache begin to swell. The woman he loved? That could only be one woman. Marian. It just had to be. Rumour was she had gone on the run with Robin Hood after disappearing just a few months ago. It was public knowledge that Guy had always loved her and tried his best to serenade her, with it often at his detriment. 

Guy’s room could wait now to be cleaned and freshened up. In your current state there was no way you could approach him. Being in his company made you feel so inadequate because you lived in the reminder of the woman you would never be. Marian was all he wanted. Sometimes you questioned why you even loved Guy. He had always been known throughout Nottingham as cruel, calculating and callous. But there was something inside him you had always sensed. And he had even shown you kindness on many occasions, offering you food, and even clothing when you came to your duties, shuddering in the cold weather. 

Guy of Gisborne wasn’t all that he seemed to be. 

Just as you reached the end of the corridor, which then led off to the left, you heard a door close. The sound echoed down the stone hallway. You turned back, on instinct, and caught sight of him. He was looking down the hallway at you, and you were sure he was smiling. However, you took a deep breath and carried on down the steps leading away. 

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guy trying his DAMNDEST not to catch feelings and not lose his job:

y/n telling him that cuddling actually IS in the job description:

@guyofgisbourne

[middleearthpixie]

Asks Master List

A Walk in the Woods - Thorin x reader (Post-BOTFA Where Everybody Lives)

Absolute Beginners ~ Thorin x reader (Post-BOTFA Where Everybody Lives)

In This Moment ~ Thorin x reader (Desolation of Smaug Slight AU)

Blind Date ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU

Stroll ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 2

Dessert ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 3

Lockdown ~ Guy of Gisborne/ John Porter Crossover AU Part 4

Cake ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 5

Hot Apple Cider ~ Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (Post-BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives)

Fireworks ~ John Porter x Reader

The Fountain ~ Lindir x fem!reader

Moonlight ~ Lindir x elf!reader

The Escape ~ Thorin x ofc Carys Greenleaf

The Escape, Part Two ~ Thorin x ofc Carys Greenleaf

The Harp ~ Thorin x fem!reader

Fair Enough ~ Éomer x fem!reader

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Tragedy

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Reader

Word count: 1,349

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Guy of Gisborne becomes an unexpected support during the hardest times.

Author’s note: This is purely a self-indulgent piece I needed to write for myself but I thought that it might help someone else also.

Starving night devoured the last rays of sunshine lingering on the Earth as it approached the humble village with the dark promise of the upcoming misery. You have had a bad feeling about this evening, you felt it deep in your bones, the anxiety crawling under your skin like the thousands of maggots, feeding on your temporary serenity. And yet, you were still surprised about the eventual finale, the storm after the silence being much more wild and untamed that you could imagine.

It was a pure tragedy.

The stars above led you through the gloomy paths near the Sherwood forest and you have never been more thankful that your horse knew the right way to follow. You were too scared to properly recognize where have you been; your hands shaking uncontrollably, your voice stuttering whenever you were trying to say something to your horse in a miserable attempt of soothing your nerves and pretending that you were not completely alone—in this forest, in this world. There was a painful lump in your throat but no tears stained your cheeks. It was rare to experience this kind of fear and somehow your mind, although drowning in the chaos of thoughts, ironically seemed to be wide awake.

You were not sure whether you would fall asleep tonight at all, not until you will reach your destination. Not until he will hold you safe in his arms.

The memory of Guy of Gisborne, your friend, was like a balm to your injured soul, no matter that the image of his face brought a wave of pain also. You wished that he could be there with you, that he could protect you, stand for you, shield you—that you did not have to face all of this alone. At that hour, he surely must have been sleeping, that is, if tonight the nightmares would allow him to, but you did not care about the etiquette. The rumors would follow anyway, whether you would come to visit him at home in the middle of the night or not. It was not like you did not notice the curious stares on the streets, after all, sent to your direction more and more often as you started to talk to the infamous deputy of Nottingham.

Tall branches swayed above your head with every blow of the wind, reminding you of a claws of some vicious, demonic creature. Leaves rustling and the hooves of your horse stomping on the dry ground slicing the nervous nature of the night, the melody of the dark causing the goosebumps to appear on your skin and to shadows to flow in the corners of your eyes. Although your fingers were tightly closed on the reins, you could not stop them from trembling.

For such a lovely day, it truly did have a fatal finale.

Locksley Manor appeared in your sight like a good omen. You could not spot any lights in the empty windows so you naturally assumed that you were right and Guy of Gisborne was resting already. You saw him today morning in the town, heading to the main gate with few guards by his side—and it seemed to happen a whole century ago.

Your horse followed the well-known and remembered path and soon you found yourself jumping off of its back, only to realize how stiff your legs have become. You were not travelling for long but you must have been tensed about the possibility of getting attacked in a meantime, something you did not even notice, still too lost in thoughts, repeating the events of the last hours again and again.

And again and again, as if you were looking for a moment you made a mistake, of where you should notice that your intuition was right all the way.

You headed to the door and knocked after barely a moment of hesitation.

The stars were as calm as always, whispering to you that whatever happened, they were still there to accompany you. And unreachable friends, far away, observing you since your first to your last breath.

You did not hear the footsteps approaching and you jolted like a startled animal when the door suddenly opened—and the dark silhouette of Guy appeared in the doorway. There was a dagger behind his belt, his hair messy and falling on his surprised face, the black shirt loose on his broad shoulders. He certainly was not expecting to see you, especially not at that late hour, and yet, before he even said anything, he grabbed the reins and gestured for you to come inside the manor, while he rushed to lead the horse to the stable.

Whether you looked particularly miserable or he was more clever than he seemed, Guy knew that you must have had a very important reason to be there and there would be a plenty of time for explanations once you would be hidden in his home. He could feel the anger rising in his heart, knowing that the reason for such an act could never be pleasant.

He saw it in your eyes.

“What happened?” he asked right after joining you in the main hall, where you sat by the table. “What, the bloody hell, are you doing here?”

His voice was husky, partly from suddenly being awoken, partly from the amount of emotions. You knew that he was upset, it was visible in his rushed pacing, but you were also aware that you were not the source of his rage.

When he finally stopped and rested his palms at the backrest of the chair, his glare was burning intense, as if he wanted to read the answers from your expression. Still, you could not face him, only now the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

When you did not say a word, he straightened his back and growled, pulling the chair with a little bit too much force to sit by the table at your right. Elbows on the knees, he leaned toward you, knowing better than to allow himself lose the composure.

“What happened?” he repeated, this time trying to sound more gentle. He did not want to startle you, not that he noticed how scared you already were. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head slightly and then looked at him—and the overwhelming concern and adoration in his eyes caused the safe bubble you closed yourself in to break in an instant. There was so many emotions caged inside of you, that once they were freed, you almost drowned in them. All the sorrow, pain, shame and fury surfaced in the same moment, you realized that Guy cared about you.

That he loved you.

He embraced you in a way that you truly believed nothing could harm you anymore. Nobody could reach to you while you were hidden in his arms, shielded from all the vicious events of the past and the future. He rested his chin on the top of your head, not paying any attention to how your tears were wetting his shirt, completely focused on holding your trembling body close. You seemed so small, so harmless and you certainly did not deserve to experience this kind of pain. For the first time in his life, he realized that if he only could, he would gladly replace you tonight, just so he would take your suffering upon his shoulders. It was obvious for him, that he would handle it much better than you did.

The other part of him, however, wished that he could be with you then. That he would stand for you, fight if needed and never allow anyone to break your heart in such a cruel way. If he only was there, nothing would happen; you would be safe and sound, and maybe you would be sleeping peacefully upstairs, after eating a dinner with him and drinking a cup of ale. If he only knew, it would be much different.

If, if, if…

“I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore,” he whispered, his voice warm and soft, despite sounding hoarsely. “I promise.”

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