#robin hood bbc fanfic

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Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could. 

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone. 

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

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Robin Hood AU: Guy kills the Sheriff at the end of s2

(Guy x Marian)

I feel weird entering the realm of fanfiction and probably a maximum of 2 people will read this but ok. I'll write more if I can be bothered. Remnants of the dead Robin Hood fandom please rise up

2.3k words

(here's PT 2) (and PT 3)

‘Your last chance to be a good man.’

Guy closed the door quietly behind him. The room was silent, and the Sheriff sat at the table at the opposite end, his back to Guy. Still and poised.

‘How is our leper friend?’ the Sheriff asked slowly. His tone was mocking, but that did not alert Guy to the Sheriff’s knowledge. He didn’t know that the Sheriff had carefully listened to his and Marian’s conversation through the door. The Sheriff was taking no risks; he couldn’t trust Marian and he certainly couldn’t trust the power Marian had over Gisborne.

What Guy also didn’t know was that the Sheriff sat with his sword positioned on his lap, perfectly upright, held tightly in his hands, in a pose which was somehow reminiscent of prayer. It was entirely out of Guy’s view as he stood a few feet away.

‘Whining, as usual,’ Guy said with a sneer, after taking a moment to compose this pretended response. He was glad that the Sheriff faced the opposite way. The tension in Guy’s body and the anxiety in his face went unnoticed. As he silently pulled his sword from his belt and held it out in front of him, Guy believed the Sheriff had no idea.

He turned his hand back and forth slowly, feeling his sword as if he had not swung it many times before. This strike could not go wrong. It would not come naturally either. The rhythm, the instinctive swing and precision seemed to have drained directly from his arm, leaving him an amateur. His stance too was uneasy. He repositioned his feet as quietly as he could.

The Sheriff said no more and he didn’t turn his head. But close to his chest, his fingers adjusted their grip on the hilt of his sword. It was almost amusing, waiting to see if Guy had the courage to strike. The Sheriff sat in genuine anticipation. He listened carefully for every movement behind him.

When Guy suddenly lunged, the Sheriff spun and his sword came up to meet Guy’s with a loud clash. The two of them locked eyes.

‘So she managed to sweet-talk you, did she?’ the Sheriff mused. ‘You really will do anything that woman asks you to.’ Guy’s face was stern. Surprised, but not afraid. The two blades pressed against each other, testing for the next move. Guy opened his mouth as if to reply, but stopped himself. His glare was harsh. The Sheriff could tell that his tease had not got under Guy’s skin in the way it might have once.

The Sheriff felt the beginnings of fear. If he couldn’t talk Gisborne out of the betrayal, if shame and condescension weren’t enough, he was not his match as a swordsman. There were no guards. It would be a desperate struggle for life.

Guy saw the rare look of panic illuminating the Sheriff’s face. He almost pitied it, but then it gave him satisfaction. He mentally watched his next move playing out: a quick flick of the sword and then the Sheriff’s death smoothly delivered. The silent room waited for him to do it. Guy thought of Marian too, behind the door, depending on him, testing him. He thought of leading her out and showing her the dead Sheriff and his hand trembled.

A swift movement, and it was done. Guy whipped his sword free and drove it into the base of the Sheriff’s neck. The wan flesh parted and gave way to bubbling blood. Guy found himself wondering how the Sheriff had managed to survive so long unwounded. Cowardice, he thought. A squeaky huff of air exited the Sheriff’s body and he sunk against the back of his chair, his eyes no longer on Guy’s face. Guy wondered if he’d speak and deliver some accusatory dying words.

Guy stepped forward, roughly lifting the Sheriff’s head, reckless now that the blow was delivered. Blood was gathering at the corners of the man’s mouth and his eyes were wide with the choking pain. His hand swatted Guy’s arm, then closed around it. Guy felt a growing horror at the sudden invalidity of his boss. He seemed such a pathetic, small figure; he was dying so quickly. He fixed Guy with distracted, drained eyes, and wouldn’t even blame him with a single word. Guy drew his sword out of the body sharply. It convulsed and then finally collapsed into total stillness.

Guy’s breathing was quick and uneven. He instinctively feared the presence of someone else, someone to bring him to justice for this murder – a murder that he had been capable of committing for so long, if loyalty hadn’t got in the way. But he calmed himself as he reasoned that there was no one here to avenge the Sheriff. In fact, it had been Guy’s role to protect the Sheriff here. And that was no more.

Suddenly Guy moved away, pacing across the stone floor to fling open the door to the back room where Marian was imprisoned. His heart raced, his eyes were quick and eager as he beheld Marian in her white dress, her back to him. She spun around abruptly, guessing, hoping, having heard what she thought could have been a confrontation through the wall. The relieved, triumphant look on Guy’s face confirmed her guesses. Marian felt herself rooted to the spot, unsure what to think or feel, holding down her own surging sense of victory. With the victory came something else, something she’d forced herself so many times not to feel: gratitude, compassion… love.

Guy approached her, with something wary in his manner. He realised he was still holding the sword which was branded with the Sheriff’s blood. He let it clatter to the floor behind him so it wouldn’t come between them. He reached out to cautiously take Marian’s hand from her side and cradle it in his own.

Marian breathed deeply. Her thoughts flew to the emerald ring, and Robin. Dead. It still made her feel sick and empty. The Sheriff had caused Robin’s death. Guy had condoned Robin’s death. He was gone and had given her no goodbye. She wanted to marry Robin, she had thought, she loved him, she had thought – they had been sweathearts for years and she was used to the idea of him as her husband. But she was confused and ashamed, because her grief for Robin seemed to lack the vital, desperate element of a lover’s grief. She had accepted his emerald ring and honestly envisioned their marriage. But since then, she had been pulled back to the castle and caught up in the turbulence of Guy’s affection, and hatred, and betrayal, and mercy, and the surprising despair she felt when she thought Guy no longer cared for her. And her own care, her desire for him to be what she saw he could be.

‘Marian,’ Guy said quietly. He was sure they were both thinking of the dead Sheriff but he didn’t want to mention it. He almost wished that this hadn’t had to come down to a bargain. A dead Sheriff for Marian’s hand in marriage. He almost scorned the soft hand in his and the service it had demanded. But, looking into Marian’s perfectly blue eyes, he repressed his pride and lowered himself onto one knee.

‘Marian, will you marry me?’

They looked at each other silently. Marian realised that she had no sure proof that the Sheriff was killed, except the bloodied sword, but the earnestness in Guy’s face was enough. She trusted him. Her throat constricted because she was so glad to trust him, and have him trust her, and though she knew he had proposed to her twice before this time it felt most honest. Her previous responses ran through her mind: things along the lines of I need time to think, it’s not that simple. What could hold her back now? The memory of all the bad Guy had done. The memory of Robin’s emerald engagement ring and his death. But neither seemed to be able to compete with the overwhelming feeling that she loved Guy, and it was something completely different to loving Robin.

‘I will, Guy of Gisborne,’ Marian whispered. She couldn’t help smiling, and Guy couldn’t help his stomach leaping at the sight of her pretty eyes crinkling, her lips tightening and the little dimples in her cheeks showing. She was smiling and she was smiling at him, but Guy remained rigid because he didn’t want to let himself believe her.

Marian saw his brows lowering by a fraction and the unmoved scowl of his mouth. He wasn’t allowing himself to be pleased, and that softened her heart further. She disengaged her hand from Guy’s so she could rest both palms over the leather on his shoulders. Then she bent down, tilting her head to meet his upturned face, and kissed him softly on the lips.

He kissed her back, slowly, and Marian moved her hands so they held the sides of his face, where she felt the black stubble that had been grown longer since they’d left for the Holy Land, and the soft hair that fell over his neck. When she pulled her mouth away she saw for a second the serenity on Guy’s face: his dark eyelashes lowered and the creases around his brown ironed out. He opened his eyes and the look of pure adoration made her skin burn.

Guy felt he could hardly compose himself, having been kissed so tenderly by Marian – could it really be her, the one who had spited him so? But he remembered when she had kissed him before in the castle, so hungrily, and he realised that since then he had always treasured some conviction that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

‘Marian – we have to –,’ Guy rose hurriedly, firmly enclosing both of Marian’s hands in his again, and spoke in a rush, ‘We must leave – the Sheriff is dead – he has some allies – and we must return to England – we must – we can be married there.’

Marian nodded solemnly.

‘You know, Guy,’ she said, ‘that with Robin dead–,’ she had to pause after voicing it, ‘– we have to make amends. You killed the Sheriff for a reason. We need to protect England… And there’s Prince John. Guy, I need to trust that you will work with me to do right.’

‘I will do anything for you, Marian,’ Guy replied, struggling to keep his voice steady.

‘Thank you,’ she said quietly.

Together they left the room to confront the Sheriff’s body. Blood had begun to settle on the tiled floor and his hands were turning an alarming bluish colour.

‘I think we must leave him as he is,’ Guy said carefully. ‘It’s likely no one will question where he is for a while. And no one should question us leaving. That’s the good thing about being here in such secrecy.’

But, to Guy’s surprise, Marian had drawn close to the body and was touching the Sheriff’s arms. She held them up, and then bore the weight of the body, dragging it from the chair and lying the Sheriff out on his back. Guy was too repulsed to stop her. He watched her crouch down, her feet almost encroaching into the pool of blood, and gently cross the Sheriff’s arms over his chest. There was a look of sorrow on her face.

‘You pity him?’ Guy managed to croak out. He slowly came closer, and was relieved to see that the eyes were shut; he wouldn’t have been able to look upon the Sheriff’s face if he had felt he was being looked at in return.

‘Yes.’ Marian turned her face up to Guy’s. ‘Like him: no; respect him: no; but I can’t help but pity him.’ She paused. She was feeling the tendrils of guilt rising within her. She had commissioned the death of a man.

‘You did right,’ Guy said. He noticed blood being absorbed by the hem of Marian’s dress. White stained red. He wondered if his assertion of what was right had any meaning at all, considering how he had wandered the line between right and wrong.

‘You did right too. And I’m sure you feel pity too.’ Marian was studying Guy’s face carefully.

He was mortified by it but, as Marian’s gentle words registered, Guy felt tears gathering in his eyes.

‘I do,’ he murmured. It felt raw and humiliating to admit his weakness: the love he felt for the Sheriff, along with his resentment, and the regret and anger and guilt and frustration which tormented him. He turned away. He noticed the Sheriff’s sword on the floor and picked it up, then went to retrieve his sword too, while Marian held a moment of reflection over the body. When she stood, Guy offered her the Sheriff’s sword. Thinking of her skills with a sword both distressed him – with memories of spars with the Nightwatchman and the dagger he had plunged into her stomach – and made him pleasantly proud.

Marian took it, feeling somewhat privileged. As Guy sheathed his sword he noticed that she had nowhere to put hers, and felt guilty that she had been stripped of possessions and dignity while she had been held prisoner. He led her to the Sheriff’s room and let her in.

‘Equip yourself,’ he told her, ‘and I will arrange a carriage.’ He felt a strange, sharp pain on leaving her, now that he had really secured her to be his, but they parted to prepare for their escape.

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Christmastime fic. Set somewhere after most of the events of S2 while the whole of the cast is still alive. Dan Scarlett is dead. (How awful is it to date a fic by who's dead and who isn't yet?) Good outlaws deserve a holiday.

Cozy good times.

Posting for My Gang to Me 2024

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Mmmm! This is such a good question.

1) Wrong Place Wrong Time (both parts) - this fic was so fun to write and introduced me to the world of Raymond de Merville. I think the fact I was also deployed at Heathrow Airport on Border Force while I wrote this, made it a really unforgettable writing experience. (Pilgrimage. Raymond x Fem!Reader)

2) A Rose at Twilight - this was being written at a hard time in my life. I was on an SSRI medication and my writing became a huge lifeline. (The Hobbit. Thorin x Fem!Reader)

3) Covert Eyes - I love writing an OC, and the spy world is unlike anything I’ve written before. (Spooks. Lucas North x OC)

4) Anything is Possible - Guy of Gisborne and lots of angst, while going up against impossible odds. Need I say more? Lol! (Robin Hood. Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader)

5) The Right Thing - My first fic back into the world of seaQuest. So fun to write from a nostalgia perspective. (seaQuest DSV/2032. Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader)

Anyone reading this! Please do have a go yourself. I’m not tagging anyone; you’re all welcome to do this.

(All fics can be found on my masterlist which is pinned at the top of my blog)

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Currently writing like a fiend. Current projects include:

- WIP, a Star Wars fanfiction “Roads Paved With Good Intentions” half already posted on Ao3

- a Robin Hood BBC fanfiction, “Heartbeats Twined to Be One” half already posted on Ao3. I have the beginning and ending but need to fill in the middle bits, chapters 7 through 10

- WIP, a Star Trek SNW fanfiction, “Shining Stars in Your Eyes” which needs two more chapters to be completed, already posted on Ao3

- original, currently doing final edits for my completed science fiction novel “Explorer” set to come out in 2025. Currently needing to combine two of the side characters so the pacing works better.

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Bio and Fanfiction Requests List

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Fandom list (with characters):

V for Vendetta - V, Evey, Dominic

Robin Hood (BBC) - Guy of Gisborne, Allan A'Dale

Merlin - Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Gwenivere

Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Irene Adler, James Moriarty

Doctor Who - Clara Oswald, 9th through 12th doctor, Missy

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner

Kingsman - Merlin, Harry Hart

Pirates of the Caribbean - James Norrington, Elisabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow

The Labrynth (1986) - Jareth

M*A*S*H - Hawkeye, Radar, Margaret Houlihan

Marvel - Steve Rogers, Loki, Peter Parker

CBS Elementary - Pretty much anyone

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RH Fandom quick question:

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In Festival Terms: Chapter 5

Garden: Marian returns to Nottingham Castle to celebrate the absent King Richard’s birthday and stroll a garden.

From the beginning:

It's been a few years since I posted anything. Feels good. :)

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I have been so incredibly buried and haven’t been on here at all, but I have missed it and all of you lovelies a lot! I haven’t done my Advent fic calendar because *points upwards*, but I wanted some Robin Hood holiday fluff.  Snippet: "Glad to hear you finally say that."  Allan's words made Guy tear his eyes away from the fire and from his own dark thoughts.  "You should be here on Christmas, boss.  We missed you earlier."  His eyes continued to sparkle in the light.  "The room just isn't the same without you sitting in the corner and glowering."

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My Gang to Me Day Past Post Themes

…in the past, each year on April 26th, the blog has posted to certain themes. Here’s a list of tags from year’s past, so you can go and enjoy that content. Each tag contains multiple posts.

#scarlett and white club - a collection of “trading card”-style posts that highlight minor series characters #who they are now - a look at the main cast, who they were then, who they are now

#tropes at work - posts about the tropes that BBC Robin Hood uses (and sometimes abuses), posts cover two years of April 26ths, and are formatted differently depending on the year #meet bbcrh - introductions to the show, its characters and locations

#5 things- Five BBCRH Things We Can’t Stop Talking About, and One We’d Really, Really Rather Not Ever Have Mentioned

(for some reason the one we’d rather not have mentioned was incorrectly tagged, so follow the link above to find it)

Much Gets the Girl

Looks Like We’re Brothers In Arms Again After All - or, Will Scarlett and Allan A Dale’s Epic Broship

You May Now Sucker Punch the Groom

Will Saw London, Will Saw France, Will Saw What Was Lacking in D’Jaq’s Underpants

Liar, Liar, Tattoo–on Fire?

#i write bbcrh - authors post links to their bbcrh fanfic

#former top post - literally, our former top note-getting posts

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10 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

33 (40 including anons)

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

103,994

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My published fics are a pretty even split between marvel comics and mcu, with any other fandoms being dumped in anon.

4. Do you respond to comments?

I usually say thanks to positive comments, never really had a conversation in a comment section cba with that

5. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

6. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, don't know if I could cope with that. I could edit the shit out of someone elses though.

7. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Sambucky (mcu), it's the one I always come back to

8. What are your writing strengths?

I think a lot of the dialogue I write is funny. At least, it's very funny to me and other people tend to at least chuckle at it.

I've had some positive feedback about characterisation and tone (i.e. that they feel in character and that the vibes are good) and that makes me happy because I do often feel like I'm really on a roll with that kind of thing.

9. What are your writing weaknesses?

Aside from barely writing a word for months?

I write too short. Major problem of mine since school days. I tend to understate my points by rushing past them and don't let the story have time to sink in.

I am bad at plot. I have been challenging myself to write more structured short stories with, like, acts and stuff. And while I think i've been doing ok on that aspect, the part of plotting I clearly still struggle with is thinking of an interesting reason for anything to be happening. So often it's just a backdrop for conversations between characters and it's so clear that I didn't care enough to think of something actually entertaining.

I also sometimes end up writing too much dialogue. Like, whoops maybe some things should be happening here instead.

10. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I ever published fanfic for? MCU Sambucky a couple of years ago, just before the show started (since orphaned lol that one was bad). I got started pretty late.

In terms of non-published extensive daydream fics, idk like forever ago. Probably x-men evo or, like, bbc robin hood.

Thanks for the tag! @jemgirl86

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Thank youuuuu!!

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I think I was actually kind of late getting into fanfiction/fandom age-wise (especially considering how into Doctor Who I was as a tween/young teenager, but the most fandom contact I had there was watching fanvids lol) - I didn't post my first fic until 2011 when I was 16, which was a Robin Hood BBC songfic 🙈 I'm not sure how I found out fanfiction was like, a thing - I was on a Robin Hood forum for a bit lol so it might have been through there, or I might have discovered the forum through posting my fic, I'm not sure. I've always liked writing (and been extremely autistic about loving media) so realising fanfic was like. A thing I could do? And post? And get nice comments on? (I don't think I ever got any mean ones despite my output at 16 being. Not great lol) Amazing.

Anyway here's my terrible Guy of Gisborne songfic post-Marian's death based on the song Four Winds (specifically The Killers' cover lmao) that I wrote when I was 16. I've posted it a couple of times before but it's always kind of fun to share lol: Four Winds

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I did the tangled one already but here's the one that the tangled au is probably replacing:

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Robin Hood AU: Guy kills the Sheriff PT 2

This has loosened me up to do more writing than I have in ages and for that reason I'm going with it

2.2k words. Guy of Gisborne and Guy x Marian orientated. Allan A Dale shows up. Lots of fun.

(this is PT 1) (and PT 3) (wow it was cool finding out how to do that)

Guy could move about the settlement unstopped by the Saracen guards. He was headed towards the house of the Sheriff’s accomplice, a Saracen man who had been preparing to pose as Salah al-Din’s messenger, with the intention of regaining the Sheriff’s carriage and horses which were stowed there. He strode through the sandy streets, a tall black figure contrasting with the square white buildings. Leather was certainly too hot to be wearing in the Holy Land.

Guy slowed his pace as he noticed an agitated group of Saracens blocking the road ahead. He could vaguely hear them talking in their own language and considered slipping into a side alley to pass them by, but his interest was drawn by the atmosphere of impending conflict. His steps quietened on the gravelly road surface so his approach was unnoticed.

Within a second the group of Saracens became hectically dispersed and Guy could see the thrashing of swords and arms as some violence broke out. It seemed a group of men had ambushed and were fighting their way through. There were a fair few of them, all causing men to fly outwards and collapse in states of injury.

Guy was preparing to duck into a side alley when he saw a fast-flying arrow knock down the nearmost Saracen. That was when his suspicion grew that he had been right when he thought the cries he heard were English-sounding. Many men were good with a bow and arrow but there was still one who especially sprung to mind. This only further encouraged Guy to slip into hiding.

Robin Hood and the outlaws, having beaten down that group of Saracens, were progressing along the street, walled in by white, their weapons readied. Robin led them; Much, Little John, Will, Djaq and Allan were rallied behind, and they were all determined to pass through this Saracen settlement and reach the King’s camp. Before the Sheriff did, they hoped.

Robin observed men ahead and sent John and Allan to check for alternate routes out through clearer alleys while the rest of the group assessed if they could pass on the central road. Allan slipped between two high walls, listening carefully for movement. He ran as quickly as he could, trying to note the labyrinthine winding of the alleys and find a break onto the open desert landscape.

With unexpected speed a man shot out from the shaded arch of a doorway. Allan felt himself thrown roughly back against a wall, his feet scuffing in the sand, and his head thrown back to observe the bright, close sky as a sword touched his neck. In the second afterwards, Allan became aware of the identity of his attacker.

‘Sir Guy,’ he said, his voice shaking slightly despite his efforts to adopt a light tone.

‘You’re a bit late,’ Guy snarled, his sword firmly retaining its position. He had been surprised to think Robin Hood might be here – Robin Hood, supposedly dead – but once he had accustomed himself to such a possibility Guy wasn’t so surprised that Allan A Dale would be with him. Where else would Allan have gone, when he ducked out of the quest to kill the King? But Guy had assumed that Allan was killed as soon as he reached Nottingham.

‘Look,’ Allan said, ‘I’m not on your side anymore, Guy. But please let me go. Robin will come after me, I can tell you.’

‘Robin Hood is here,’ Guy said flatly. ‘And alive. How?’

‘Well, not to take the credit, but I did help him out of his tight spot in Nottingham.’

‘By betraying me,’ replied Guy contemptuously.

‘I’m not being funny, but, you could hardly have not expected it.’ Allan swallowed uncertainly, feeling the sword’s pressure on his throat. ‘I mean, I betrayed Robin in the first place, so what was stopping me betraying you as well–’ As Guy’s face became angered, he stopped.

‘I don’t care that you betrayed me,’ Guy said evenly, after an exhalation, ‘I only care that you, and Robin Hood, leave me alone now.’

Allan shifted uncomfortably, his back straining against the wall. He wondered how long it would take for the others to turn up and find him.

‘Well, it’s alright you saying that, but Robin’s here to save the King, and so are we, and if you and that Sheriff are after him­–’

‘We’re not. The King is safe, and for once Robin Hood played no part in that.’ Guy smiled at his own mocking. ‘You can go along to Hood and tell him if you like, and he’ll disbelieve you, but tell him this: the Sheriff of Nottingham is dead.’

‘What?’ Guy lowered his sword and let Allan stand up straight now. ‘How’s the Sheriff dead?’ Allan demanded incredulously.

‘I killed him,’ Guy smiled, with a tilt of his head. Allan wasn’t sure he could believe that, but he didn’t want to challenge Guy, even with his own sword at his side.

‘And the King?’ Allan questioned.

‘I don’t want to kill him.’

Allan struggled to comprehend this reversal in plan, but kept his mouth shut. He weighed his options; taking his leave politely, making a dash for it, striking Guy with his sword. Then a thought suddenly came to mind:

‘Where’s Marian?’

A change came over Guy’s posture then; he stiffened, and his sword lifted slightly. Allan misinterpreted this and became fearful that Marian too had been unexpectedly done away with, and he almost cried out.

‘She is safe,’ Guy said, before Allan could become excessively panicked, though his tone showed irritation. ‘She’s with me.’ With me did not make it clear that Marian was his wife-to-be rather than his prisoner.

‘And,’ Allan suggested carefully, ‘you won’t part with her?’

‘She won’t part with me, I don’t think,’ Guy said indignantly. He didn’t want to have to share what had passed between him and Marian and he didn’t like remembering that Allan had been somewhat in league with her. More significantly, he had misgivings about Robin Hood seeking Marian. He would not like Marian to discover that Robin was in fact alive; Guy feared her enthusiasm for him may wane. He feared he was only second best.

‘Guy, listen,’ Allan said, falling into a friendly, confidential manner of speaking. ‘If everything you say about the Sheriff and the King is true, then still, Robin loves Marian – he’d die for her – he came here to save her too – and he won’t leave without her.’

It was as Guy feared. Would he have to kill Robin Hood too, to have Marian? He had tried before. He had tried many times. But this time it scared him, because he knew Marian would not want him to.

Guy discarded these thoughts and quickly pointed his sword at Allan’s chest again. Allan raised his eyebrows and jumped back, putting his palms up.

‘Stay away from Marian. Stay away from me.’ Guy spoke menacingly. Then he shrugged theatrically: ‘Or I might just have to kill the lot of you. So go to the King, stay until you’re sure he’s safe, if that pleases you. And I will have no further quarrel with Robin Hood.’

Decided, Guy shoved Allan back in the direction he’d come, and Allan complied, taking off at a run with his hand on his sword hilt. He was confused, fearful and desperate to join Robin and the others. What would Robin think about the Sheriff being dead? They would have to make sure. And what about Marian? It was clear they couldn’t leave her in Gisborne’s possessive clutches, and they would have to risk their lives to take her by force.

Guy was shaken but continued on his initial mission. He needed to leave for England as soon as possible – ahead of Robin Hood. When he came to the right Saracen house, he barged in without announcing himself and made his orders for the carriage to be returned. The Saracen man asked if they were going out to meet the King already.

‘The Sheriff has no more business with the King, or with you,’ Guy said sharply. ‘You are no longer needed. Bring the carriage round to our lodgings, employ a driver, and you will be paid generously.’

‘But, Salah al-Din’s messenger, the insignia – it is all unneeded?’

Guy reassured him that it was so, on the Sheriff’s orders. There was to be no assassination.

Guy went outside to watch the horses being brought out of their stables and prepared. He was almost amused by his power. All the things he had controlled as the Sheriff’s right-hand man, he could continue to control without anyone knowing the Sheriff was gone. He had some apprehensions about returning to England. He could become Sheriff of Nottingham. But the Black Knights would still stand and Marian would not allow it. How could she expect Guy to overthrow Prince John?

Meanwhile, Robin Hood was planning on meeting the King, putting him on his guard, then seeking out Gisborne and Marian.

‘But what would make Gisborne kill the Sheriff?’ Much said as he walked beside Robin. The desert was open around them, but in the distance the white and red canvas of the King’s camp was visible.

‘Power, I suppose,’ Allan interjected. ‘He’s desperate for it. Wants to be the new Sheriff of Nottingham, I reckon.’

‘But Gisborne could have killed the Sheriff any time,’ Much said.

‘Not so easily,’ Robin replied, ‘among the guards of Nottingham. What I can’t make out is why Gisborne wouldn’t choose to kill the King too.’

‘Maybe Gisborne’s joined our fight,’ Djaq offered brightly, only half serious. ‘He’s started protecting the King and England.’

‘After trying to kill the King once before,’ Robin said, ‘that would be a change of heart.’

That night Marian came across Guy tearing through the Sheriff’s room on his knees, emptying chests, strewing gowns and clashing metals. She stood in the doorway for a second unnoticed, silently admiring his body in his suit of leather. Then he lifted his head without turning it, froze, before leaping up and brandishing his sword. Marian was taken aback, and seeing the unfeeling, ferocious look in his eye she felt her stomach drop.

‘It’s only me, Guy.’

His dark hair swept over his eyes and he blinked at her through it.

‘You shouldn’t be out of your room unattended, Marian,’ he said to her, sounding like his teeth were gritted. Marian felt sickened, disorientated; it was like he was looking at her as a prisoner again. There was no affection in his demeanour and the fond longing which had encouraged her to seek out his company faded within her.

‘I’m not a prisoner,’ she said coldly, ‘and I can look after myself.’

‘No.’ Guy sheathed his sword. His voice rose, became almost condescending, as he said, ‘There are dangerous men – criminals – around, and you are in an unfamiliar land, and you are still a vulnerable, beautiful woman. You don’t know how many men would take you and use you if they could.’

Marian did not like having her femininity used against her.

‘I’m not so defenceless, and you should know that, Guy.’

Guy sighed and came towards her. He gently put one arm around her waist, resting his gloveless hand on her lower back.

‘Allow me to protect you. For my sake at least.’ He glanced back over his shoulder at the mess of the room. He had been trying to gather anything to defend himself against Robin Hood; whether it be a weapon, or a valuable to bargain with. He couldn’t tell Marian how on edge he was with Hood at large. When she had appeared behind him he had feared she was some outlaw intruder.

Marian was surprised by the attraction she felt as Guy held her. Although she found his coddling irritating she was willing to forget it if he would pull her closer. But he seemed distracted and would not even look into her face. She lifted one hand so she could touch the hair which was fallen across his forehead. She carefully pushed it back and aside, stroking his brow with her fingertips. This was enough to make his eyes meet hers and their mildly aggressive look appeared to be directed towards her. It was a familiar situation. He had tried to kiss her from this position of fierce possessiveness before, though his lips themselves were always tentative. Marian watched his lips now.

Guy stepped back, breaking the stillness and shifting his hand to enclose Marian’s forearm.

‘I will take you back to your room. And you can stay there until I fetch you in the morning.’

He escorted her out with his hold on her arm. In her room, he loosened his hold, but then impulsively lifted her arm and bent to kiss the inside of her bare wrist. Guy did not anticipate the flame of longing which would be ignited just by indulging this impulse. He let his mouth linger on Marian’s skin, his head ducked. Rushed ideas of undressing her and staying the night crossed his mind. But the image of Robin Hood’s arrow piercing the Saracen’s body earlier that day pervaded. He would eliminate the threat of Robin’s proximity first, to make his victory greater.

Marian’s disappointment was strong as Guy gave her a strange lustful look and slipped out of the room. He locked the door behind him.

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Get To Know Me!

Thank you @myfavouritelunatic and @iamstartraveller776 ! This will be a fun thing to do to procrastinate work 😅

Part one:

Are you names after someone: my godmother I think… though mine is an inversion of her first and middle names.

The last time you cried: ummmm this morning 😅

Do you have kids: One sweet boy, the prince of my domain. Hopefully more someday.

Do you use sarcasm: *nooooooo never* (that was sarcasm!) honestly it’s my second language.

The first thing you notice about a person: their vibe. Some people give of good energy, some not so much.

What’s your eye color: rich, warm brown

Scary movies or happy endings: Happy endings every time.

Any special talents: Violin for 30+ years. Voice of an angel. Not perfect pitch, but I’ll get headaches when music is out of tune.

Where were you born: Boulder, CO

What are your hobbies: music, reading, writing, tea drinking, napping (that’s a hobby over thirty right) day dreaming… hiking.

Have any pets: we have four fish that we try to not to kill. Sometimes it’s successful. Other times not as much

What sports do you play/ have played: Sailing. That’s it really. But not for a long time.

How tall are you: 5 foot 5.5 inches.

Favorite subject in school: Orchestra and English.

Dream job: fanfic writing stay at home mom, honestly.

Part two:

First ship: Guy of Gisborne, Robin Hood bbc, Any Richard Armitage fans?

Three ships:Sauron/Galadriel, Darklina, last one is hard because I never got into the fandom formally, but Sherlock and Molly.

Last/ current song:

Last Movie: Ummm classic me in full obsessive mode… The Fellowship of the Ring, but just Galadriel’s intro like five times over.

Currently Reading: C. S. Lewis, Reflection on the Psalms.

Currently watching: Ted Lasso, season 1.

Currently consuming: my 90th ounce of water today. But it’s lemon ginger flavored..?

Currently craving: Chinese food. Or tacos. Whichever I get to first.

Tagging also with no pressure 😘

@jurassiclexie @buffyfan145 @coraleethroughthelookingglass @demonscantgothere @galstelperion @haladrielweek @jhalya

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Tag someone you want to know better!

Favourite colour: Orange

Last song: There is Life Outside your Apartment - Avenue Q

Last movie: Probably Barbie, I don't think I've seen anything since then?

Currently watching: YMATA, Reign, BBC's Robin Hood, FMA:B

Other stuff I watched this year: BBC's Robin Hood once through, Ghosts S5

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: None?

Currently reading: Another 100k fanfic for a character I've barely thought about since 2013

Currently listening to: McFly, always McFly

Currently working on: Kinktober, trying to get better mentally

Current obsession: Mat <3 Also the previous character that I'm reading fanfic for (please help me)

I was tagged by @baynton, thank you <3

Not tagging anyone else because I don't know anyone that hasn't been tagged, maybe @sherwood-outlaws if you wanted to give it a go <3

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FIC REC TIME! This whopper has be living in my headspace for the last month. Gotta check it out!