#it's either it blends *too well* or it just doesn't blend 🧍

[taonpest]

I was supposed to test new brushes. Guess what? I use the same brush as always

[storm-breaker7]

I liked your last female reader x reader you did I was wondering when your requests are open I was thinking Pirate Hunter X Female Reader or a Midevil Hunter but he will be a king.

I love both bbg but the idea of hunter being a king is appealing to me <3 (also its spelt medieval) and I don't know traditional coronations so whoopies 🥲😘💀

My Plan

Summery: You attempt to rob the newly crowned king, King Hunter, in a covert of 'robin hood's.

Warnings: Swearing, blood/bruising,

A/n: This is not proofread (We die like clones) and Im known to screw my tenses' up so warning to anyone who notices that 😘💅 also Alex is some random dude I just had to name 💔🧍

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The crowds cheered, and roared as they watched the crown being raised into the air. They die down and silence covers the people like a blanket.

"Today!" The wielder of the crown yelled his voice practically ringing across the kingdom. "Today! A Prince, Prince Hunter... becomes... a KING!"

The crowd erupted into cheers once again, but I on the other hand, frowned. Glaring straight at the new king. He doesn't know what it was like to live like this. To live like rats in a scrapyard full of dogs.

He'll have a party that could feed everyone in our ranks. Hog. I sneer and turn away, dropping down from the tree I was perched on. I push past some swooning women, continuing on away, glaring at the bold but mostly keeping my head down.

Over the years, our ranks have adapted the name, 'The hoods', because we do Robin hoods work. The story book tale? We represent what that tale taught many.

I have planned for this, the coronation will bring so much gold to the kingdom from all the supporting kingdoms, that are of course part of ours. Those dogs that live in their ivory towers deserve nothing more than the sewers. The rats.

The people, that make this kingdom whole, deserve every penny and more. Its why we're going to commit everything to making sure this works. It has too.

Tonight, when the mighty new king is talking up his many servants and high ups that are attending his feast, we strike... take him for all his money, and give it to the poor who need it.

I gaze up at the horizon, the purple and orange hues blending together. I smile lightly, admiring the scene in front of me. Like calm before the storm.

I huff, ripping my gaze from the sky as I walk away from the raging crowds and the newly crowned king. He might become a bigger problem than his father, he did of course used to command the military.

Some people in our ranks had run ins with him or his close-knit team. I did see them at the coronation... I must say they all are quite some warriors. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts so I can focus. Focus on tonight.

The afternoon slips from me and next thing I know I'm knocking on the door. I heard locks clack and then the hard wood opened with a loud creak.

"Good to know your joining us. We're just waiting for our bait to show." He spoke up, his eyes unmoving from the plans that lay on the table. I hummed and did a once over of everyone. This was tighter than normal jobs. Everyone was serious. Tense. But I can't blame them, we're about to go for our biggest job yet, and it's against our new king.

The door creaks once more and the light banter and subtle chatter vanishes. Boots clack in an odd pattern as she nervously walks up to the table.

"Now that we are all here, I'd like everyone to pay full attention. If one thing doesn't go to plan this whole operation may as well fail." He started up, his voice booming in the house.

After the long dragged-out meeting, many departed. scattering throughout the city, readying themselves for their roles in the giant elaborate plan.

The crackle of far away thunder pulls me from my wondering thoughts. Everyone had already scattered, getting in position for either the distraction or-

"Get up" Alex ordered, knocking my feet off the table where they rested. I fix my posture and readjust my jacket, casting my gaze at Alex expectantly.

My hand twitches, even though I brewed this plan, Alex took it up to the Robins and took credit. He thought he could take my plan out of under my nose and then order me around like a slave?

"I said get up," Alex growled, "Everyone is in position, we need to start."

I frowned, glaring at the floor as I pulled myself up from the chair,

"Fine."

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Time passed quickly and the night grew colder, the festival was now in full swing. Me and Alex pushed through the crowd, waiting for my plan to unleash.

Instead, four knights came running this way, heavy armour and all. Alex yelped and slithered away between the people. I, on the other hand didn't get time to run before a large armour clad knight tackled me.

A sickening crack sounded, my shoulder jarring out of its usual position. A agonised yelp left my lips before I could stop it. The only thing I found comfort in now, was the cold floor.

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"What were you doing at the festival that night, Hood?" A slimmer knight questioned me now, it was all a blur from the cold floor to this uncomfortable chair.

"Listen peg arm, None of you had the courtesy to at least put my shoulder back in place. What makes you think I like you better now?" I snapped, my glare permanently drilling into his helmet.

"Answer the question and I'll get the doctor." He hissed,

"I. Would. Rather. Die." I growled, spitting in his general direction for good measure. The man growled out what I could only guess was curses, but it was in another language.

His blurry figure flicked his hand, I think, and stood up. I blinked, trying to focus. He huffed and stomped to the gate, the metal groaned as it moved.

A loud echoing clang sounded as the mysterious man slammed the heavy door. I relished the silence while it lasted, letting my head hang. A dull throb in my shoulder was the only reminder that I wasn't dead.

Some time passed before the clacking of boots sounded down the hall. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair again.

My vision had mostly cleared so I could recognise the king enter, the four knights that accompany him are posted outside of my dull cell. A doctor scurrying in quickly before the gate slammed shut once more.

The doctor made quick work of my robes, cutting the whole of my right sleeve off.

"Please relax your shoulder." They ordered, I grumbled and glared at the king who waited patiently near the door. I sighed, attempting to relax.

The doctor snapped my shoulder back in and a sickening pop rung. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit down on my lip, feeling something trickled down my chin.

When I let go of my lip and cracked my eyes open, ragged breaths left my lips. I leaned forward, doubling over in agony but barely making a whimper.

"Thank you," The king bowed his head, and the doctor scrambled out, the gate slamming shut and ringing in my head.

"What do you want from me..." I rasped desperately, my gaze lifting and locking with his. He leaned down, his robes and cape cascading around his frame.

"What's your name, hm?" He pulled his glove off, roughly grabbing my bloodied chin. I could feel his eyes carefully picking me apart.

"You know, I would have thought a man should know a girl's name before you... Oh so kindly invite them to your dungeon." I jab almost humorously, my eyes squeezing closed as a chuckle painfully leaves my lips.

He frowned, his hand gripping my chin harder as he examined me. "Where are the robins?" He growled,

I hissed, his hand digging into my skin like claws, "It's on a need-to-know basis..."

"Yes, well, I need to know. Cough it up hood!" His majesty growled, voice raised and his frame looming over me.

"Fuck off." I spat out blood, the crimson liquid splattering over his freshly polished shoes.

He frowned, his glare turning to the roof. He whipped around the gate groaning as it opened.

"We will continue tomorrow, let's return to our ball." The gate slammed shut and all five waltzed off, zoning everything else out as I doubled forward.

The gate groaned again and I huffed, "Leave me alone..." I grumbled,

"How kind, maybe I'll leave you here." I shot up, glaring at Alex. He circled around me and cut me loose.

I picked myself up from the wooden chair. Suddenly, as if my instincts kicked in, I dodged (what, I'm not sure).

I cried out, a dagger lodging itself in my other shoulder. I whipped around and my knuckles met Alex's jaw with a wonderful crunch.

"What the FUCK!" I yelled, stumbling back and into the open iron wall, the dagger clanging against it.

"Your traitorous! YOU told them about my plan!" He yelled, as if he actually believed that.

"YOUR PLAN? YOUR FUCKING PLAN? IT WAS MINE. YOUR SO FUCKING LAZY, YOU HAD TO STEAL MY PLAN TO KEEP A SEAT IN THE ROBINS NEST." I screamed back, throwing another punch to his face. And again. And again.

Purple bruises bloomed across his face and blood coated it like icing. Kicked him in the groin, pushing him back out my cell door.

Like always the gate groaned but it slammed shut soon after. Alex laughed hysterically, locking the gate shut as he ran off down the hall.

I tried yelling after him, cursing him straight to hell. Yet as the rhythmic sound of knight armour clanged down the hall I felt myself slip into the warm embrace of darkness.

When I pulled myself back to reality, I could feel silk wrapped around my body.

My brain snapped awake and I rose almost immediately, the silk gathering at my waist. Some maids yelped at the sudden movement and I heard a cough, a lot of people shuffling around.

I blinked and slapped away a hand that was reaching for the silk.

"You would do well to respect the maids, Hood." King Hunter grumbled, his back facing me.

"What would you know of respect." I hissed, snatching the clothes a maid offered to me.

I pulled the shirt on tightening the strings over my chest. I pulled myself out of bed and slipped in the pants.

I rather my robes better but I'm probably never going back to the hoods. By now Alex would have told every hood of my 'treachery'.

"I was raised to value it. What about you?" He replied whole-heartedly.

"Why do you want to know? Trying to get in my head?" I inquired, stalking up behind him.

"Maids, your excused." He spoke up, ignoring me. They all dipped their heads and quickly high-tailed out of the room.

King Hunter whipped around and glared me down as the door shut with a lovely click.

"You are nothing. You have nothing. No one wants you but your enemies. Your creed doesn't want you. Why's that?" He jabbed a finger at my sore shoulder and I glared at the shoulder, as if it was the cause of this.

"Your majesty. Frankly, you don't have big shoes to fill. Women only love you because of your face and wealth. Your father was a deadbeat. What makes you think you'll be any better?" I growled back.

He reached out his hand toward my neck, I acted so quickly I barely noticed before my fist met his jaw aswell.

"Serves you right, you asshole." I growled watching him clutch his jaw and groan in pain.

"Jesus woman! I was going to fix your shirt. It's crude." He groaned,

"A little warning would have been nice!" I bit back.

"Duely noted!"

And as all fairy tales go, there is always more to a story. *Wink*