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LUCY GRIFFITHS as LADY MARIAN ROBIN HOOD (2006-2009) Costume Designer: Frances Tempest

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LUCY GRIFFITHS as Lady Marian

ROBIN HOOD (2006-2009) ↳ 1.01 Will You Tolerate This?

[claireywestside]

Good grief.

This is like someone stole the unwritten smut from my imagination, filmed it and aired it on Saturday night prime time telly.

[renaissancecat]

"Great, my father was a blacksmith. Doesn't mean I can make a horse-shoe!"

Gifs of Allan a Dale (a.k.a. everyone's favourite outlaw*) from BBC Robin Hood episode 1x05

*Opinions may vary. Happy Robin Hood Day everyone! (@mygangtome)

[bigsmallworld]

You know tumblr did it right when you search for bbc robin hood and 98% of the results is guy of gisborne.

However, I want to notice that now that I’m rewatching the show my face was totally astounded when I heard Sheriff saying ”A clue: no” for the first time in 10 years. I had totally forgotten it yet I had some memories unlocked! i definitely used it as a phrase back then! (And perhaps should start again)

Plus Keith Allen is marvelous! And I love the character. These two are my reasons to watch the show (even though the vibes, angles and everything is so close to Merlin that I’d love to just change it to Camelot.)

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Why Did I Trust You?

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Robin Hood

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sadness, angst, betrayal (sort of!), depression mention, fluff

Comments/Notes: Requested by @puggledy-huggledy-is-not-a-pig who is the biggest Guy fan that I know. From the prompt "They told me not to trust you but I didn't listen."

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

Everyone kept telling you how Guy had always been taken with Marian, and that his heart still belonged to her. No one could get over lost love that easy. She had disappeared into Sherwood Forest with her lover, Robin Hood. Leaving Guy to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart. You had never met this Marian woman, but had heard plenty about her from the locals. 

You had travelled to Nottingham in high hopes of better income, and thankfully, you had been given a roof over your head, alongside the work, for all for your trouble. Guy had sorted that out for you. After all, he knew your father, who worked as a fellow tax collector in the next town over and often visited Nottingham to report to the Sheriff. 

Being a newcomer also meant that everyone was suspicious of you. And you had become aware of the rumours that people were spinning behind your back, despite being polite to your face. Snakes, all of them. Most days when you walked through the courtyard of the castle, heading in for your day of work, you’d see people gently shoulder each other. You’d see this action out of the corner of your eye, but as soon as they saw you’d noticed them, they would smile. Vipers! 

By the time you had been there six months, you knew it was time to move on. Nottingham was not quite the charming place that you had been told by your old townsfolk. Maybe the stories had been spun from those assuming that due to Nottingham being a central stronghold for finances, that the streets were paved with gold. That couldn’t have been any further from the truth. Only the Sheriff’s personal chambers were lined with gold; everywhere else was run down and full of squalor.

The last arrangements were in place, and the following day, you were ready to return home. It would take you about a day to walk to your meeting point with your father, who was coming by horse and cart to collect you. Messenger pigeons had been flying between you and your father for the last month, as your depression had gotten deeper and beckoned you home. 

The only good thing about the place was Guy. In fact, he was the only friend you had in this horrible place. The thought of leaving him was hitting you hard, and as you cleaned the larger chambers of the castle, you kept Guy’s until last. 

Upon stepping inside the room, you saw the seat that you sat in most evenings, where you would share dinner with him. You would watch the candlelight dance across his pointed features, highlighting the sadness in his ice blue eyes. Was the sadness remnants of an unrequited love? 

Tears kept threatening to fall down your cheeks as you cleaned the surfaces with a rag. At his bedside table, you moved the vase of flowers you had placed there three days ago, sweeping the dust beneath it. All you could feel was the painful, burning sensation of something lodged in your throat. 

Don’t you cry. Don’t you dare cry! 

As you made the bed and took one last sniff of his pillow, you realised that you had nothing of his. And you couldn’t leave Nottingham without at least one token from him, even if he had not given it you freely. 

There was a jewellery box which you knew Guy kept in his wardrobe, just behind his boots, on the floor. You could remember him telling you about it, where he explained that no one else knew of its existence, but you. 

Your hands were shaking as you approached the wardrobe, and slowly you opened the door, listening to it creak. The box was simple, with no inscription at all. It didn’t matter what it was that you took, as long as it was Guy’s; something to remember him by. Not that you could ever forget him in a hurry. 

Blood was thumping in your ears as you opened the box and looked upon two gold rings inside. That was all the box held, these two gold rings. The first one was a simple band, with no jewels or inscriptions. The other was gold, but had a simple green stone upon broad shoulders. You snatched the ring with the green stone and slipped it into your apron pocket. 

“What are you doing?” a deep voice came. 

You gasped, stepping back at the sight of Guy. When had he come into the room? “P…please, it’s not what it looks like.” 

“Oh, I know it was exactly what it looked like. You stealing one of my grandmother’s rings.” His eyes were so wide now, and you couldn’t help but swallow hard, feeling a rod of ice shoot down your spine. Guy was terrifying when angry, a trait that many a person had seen who lived in Nottingham. This was your first time of seeing his anger directed at you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. You pulled the ring back out of your pocket and placed it down on the table next to you. “It really is not what it looks like.” 

Guy turned on his heel. “They told me not to trust you, but I didn’t listen.”

“Guy, please,” you pleaded, touching his shoulder. 

“Don’t touch me!” he growled. “I let you in. I offer my vulnerability to you, and I offer you so much, and this is how you value our relationship? By stealing from me?” 

Tears fell down your cheeks. Your heart thundered, shattering even more with each beat. “I wanted something of yours, to remember you by.” 

“Remember me by? What do you mean?” Guy asked, his voice less hostile now. Slowly, he turned back to face you. 

Tears had begun to form in his eyes. His gaze was intense, and locked on you. 

“I would never have betrayed your trust, Guy. Believe me. I value you more than you realise.” 

“Yet you still plan to leave?” 

Of course he knew what you had meant. “You have no idea how it’s pained me to complete my duties today, knowing it will be the last time we stand face to face.” 

“Am I not enough to stay for?” The words only just came out of his mouth, broken by the breath that was struggling to get out. “I’m never enough.” Those words were despaired whisper. 

“Guy, no!” you exclaimed. “Never think that.” 

“But you’re leaving!” His voice had re-gained its power, and he stared at you. “I’ve been beside you in everything since you came here. Why am I not enough?” 

You reached out and took Guy’s leather-clad hand. “You are enough. Why don’t you think you are? Is it because of Marian?”

Guy closed his eyes for a second and sighed. Then he focused his gaze back on you. “I see the townsfolk enjoy talking about me.” 

“Don’t blame them. You’ve mentioned her before, and I guessed she’s the woman you love.” 

“She isn’t. Not anymore. I did love her once and she left. Every woman I grow to love leaves me.” 

Did that mean…? Breath caught in your throat, but you tried not to get above yourself in your want of him. “So other women before her have left?” 

Guy smirked. “Don’t deny what’s right in front of you.” He whispered your name and came closer, his body so close to yours. He looked down from his taller height.

You placed both of your hands on his chest, wanting so much to feel his bare skin beneath the leather. Your gaze met his and you leaned up, placing a gentle kiss against his lips. 

Guy opened his eyes, seeing uncertainty in your face. And gathering his confidence and love, he wound his arms around your waist and kissed you. 

The kiss was full of love, passion and desperation. Your tongues met, and within a few more seconds, Guy’s lips were on your neck. He was panting, and you whimpering.

As you both slowed down, your breaths harsh, you embraced Guy. 

“Is this now enough to make you stay?” he asked. 

You looked up from his chest, and smiled. “What do you think?” 

“And maybe I have more reason.” Guy reached across to the ring you had placed on his table and held it to you. “I want you to have this…and be my wife.” 

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Guy of Gisborne (with guy liner)

Robin Hood (BBC) | 1*03

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{Robin Hood BBC} Sisterhood - 2x01

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for @wraithcaller (✿◠‿◠)

[riepu10]

"The so called abbess was an impostor. I came straight away and I told your father. Did he not tell you?"

[zhoufeis]

get to know me for the 50th time but this time for real: [7/10] female characters → Lady Marian (Robin Hood)

He wanted me to have choices in the world, and I choose to help the poor. You are not about to stop me from doing that.

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Gwen is so real because this is literally me anytime I find a new fictional character to be obsessed with:

[puggledy-huggledy-is-not-a-pig]

If Guy met the love of his life, and that love was reciprocated, what would his love language be like?

Hey love, thanks for the ask.

So… If we judge from the show, Guy expresses his love through gifts a lot. But I don’t actually think that’s his real love language… I think it’s more of an expression of his tendency to confuse wealth and influence with acceptance and affection. I think he gives Marian so many gifts because he thinks that’s what women want.

I can’t really prove this, but I believe Guy’s love language is touch. Throughout the show, I get the very strong impression that touch is very important to him

Look how he reacts to unwanted touch (when he is restrained, or when the sheriff invades his personal space -which I am convinced he only does to that degree because he knows that for Guy touch=intimacy) to how he reacts to friendly, affectionate touches. A touch on the hand or shoulder… He is instantly off balance and easy to manipulate.

Look at what he did when he thought he was about to marry Marian: “I wanted to sweep you off your feet.”

Look at what he did when he decided to put aside his enmity with Robin (offered him a hand to help him up -it’s not like Robin needed help to get off the ground!)

Look at how he watches The Gang when they are hugging each other in the last two episodes of the series.

Look at how gentle he is every time he leans in to kiss Marian… So very, very slow and tentative. It’s not just a kiss, it’s an offer of love, and he needs to know if it’s accepted.

Even the way he stands when he wants to make himself appear imposing and strong and confident… Arms crossed at his chest. Holding on to himself. He is -untouchable.

I feel very strongly that loving touches are a huge part of how Guy would express or feel love. (Now imagine helping him get cleaned up after a battle… Helping him wash himself, or shaving him.)

[renaissancecat]

"I know the law's an ass."

Gifs of Allan a Dale (a.k.a. everyone's favourite outlaw*) from BBC Robin Hood episode 1x01

*Opinions may vary. Happy Robin Hood Day everyone! (@mygangtome)

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Guy of Gisborne, Robin Hood (2006 TV Series)