#blackarrcw: guy

[alwaysaqueene]

@blackarrcw // for Guy — Romangst

Relta ran through the castle to find Sir Guy of Gisborne, her heart pounding in her chest as she rushed to find him. Robin Hood had delivered devastating news to her, and Guy needed to be made aware of the situation as well so they could act swiftly…before it was too late, really.

Upon finding him, he was — thank god — alone. “Guy!” She exclaimed, rushing to embrace him as tears began streaming down her freckled face. “My father…France…we have to leave now,” she informed him, unable to even explain what was occurring she was so panicked.

“He’s dying, and if he doesn’t know of me, I cannot stand against my uncle,” she whispered to him, “and I’ll never have met him if we don’t go now.” Her emerald eyes were shiny from her tears, her fear palatable in her quaking voice.

“Robin is already on the way, making sure our path is safe,” she added, having been with the outlaw when receiving the news. She used her sleeve to dry her tears and did her best to calm down as she just held onto Guy, unaware that she was trembling.

“We’re losing England.”

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❛ i don’t ever want to lose you. ❜ - From Guy to Relta

@blackarrcw // Guy x Relta Drabble [They need a ship name]

Relta looked up at Guy from where she lay on the castle bed beside him, reaching out a hand and stroking his cheek tenderly. He may be the Man In Black, or have been, but now he was the man who she’d ask her father to pardon and allow to wed her upon King Richard’s return to England from the Holy Land. “You shan’t” she promised, leaning in and kissing Guy.

They hadn’t been intimate, not in the sense most would assume, but instead Guy had been patching Relta up after a skirmish with some guards loyal to Prince John and Vaisey. “I’m Lionhearted,” she reminded him with a soft laugh before she had to grip her side where she’d been deeply sliced

“I love you, Sir Guy of Gisborne, The Man In Black,” she confessed, furrowing her brow in some confusion at the admission. Guy had tried killing her father, and had been a very twisted man, yet he’d saved her life that day.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. It’s a bit…well…terror inducing,” Relta confessed, looking away as her fair, freckled cheeks flushed. “But…enjoyably so?”

There seemed to be something about the women Guy loved getting stabbed.

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@blackarrcw — [Lady Marian Knighton x Sir Guy of Gisborne]

“Marian, please,” desperation laced Sir Guy’s voice as he sheathed his blade, stepping closer to the woman who was defending King Richard in Robin Hood’s absence. “Let me get to the king,” he pleaded, holding his hands up in show that he was unarmed now.

“GISBORNE!” Yelled the sheriff, drawing his blade and power walking over to Sir Guy and Lady Marian. Guy whirled around, unsheathing his own blade and standing in front of Marian and King Richard protectively.

“I will not let the best hope for England’s future die while I still breath,” Sir Guy hissed, hoping Marian heard it — hoped Marian believed it. Vaisey swung his blade at Guy, being easily parried by the younger man, then having Guy’s blade at his neck.

“Hood may not be willing to kill you, but I am,” Guy seethed as he reached to turn Marian away — “Marian, look away,” — then sliced through the sheriff’s throat with a sense of release only rivaled by the release of death in a lover’s arms. Vaisey choked, eyes bugging out at Guy as he gripped his bleeding throat.

As a dying sheriff fell to his knees, Guy whirled around to look at Marian to make sure she was safe and unharmed. “Marian, I am sorry I had to do that with you present,” he told her, searching her beautiful face for her reaction.

“I am loyal to England, and that means I will side with those who have England’s people’s interests in mind with their actions,” he expanded, looking up to King Richard and bowing momentarily out of respect before turning his attention to Marian.

“I have to take you somewhere safer than Nottingham,” he informed her, “for your sake and Hood’s ability to do his work.” And I still love you, he left unsaid.

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CLOSED VERSES;

v: Do not go where I can't follow - @blackarrcw

Aisling meets a Prince of Erebor named Kili, the two fall in love and she realises that he is her One. She wants to build a life with Kili, a family and have a home away from Locksley and the troubles.

v: a golden cage is still a cage - @marvelousandmysterious

Her brother is outlawed, Marian is gone. Aisling finds herself betrothed and soon to be married to Guy of Gisborne under an arranged marriage by Vaisey the Sheriff of Nottingham in a bid to unite Nottingham and Locksley.

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@blackarrcw // Guy & Relta // V: Lionhearted

“Is he so familiar that you call me by his name?” Relta inquiring, raising a brow at Sir Guy of Gisborne, having heard him mutter the King of England’s name. Robin had warned the illegitimate daughter of King Richard the Lionhearted that Guy had been in the Holy Land when he was, and knew what the king looked like.

“Or am I simply reminding you of him?” She added, cocking her head at the tall man, looking up at him without fear. A dagger as up her sleeve, ready to be slid down it in a moment if Guy took a wrong step. She was loyal to her father to a fault.

Pulling her hair short with the hand not concealing the blade and lowering her voice, she decided to toy with the man. “I look too much like him for someone who has seen him to deny it,” she noted in the lowered voice, mimicking her father’s masculine traits to Guy. She was daring him to attack her, to raise a blade to her.

Granted, if he was smart — smarter than Robin Hood gave him credit for — he’d know she was more valuable alive, regardless of who her mother was. She didn’t fear kidnapping, but perhaps she should, as Guy wasn’t as stupid as Robin and crew made him out to be.

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@blackarrcw Guy // Plotted Starter

“Guy, we can’t do this anymore,” Relta whispered as tears trickled down her face. “I’m to marry Robin, to unite England and Scotland,” she explained, unable to pull herself from Guy’s embrace. His tender touch. Robin was fine by Relta, but alas, she did not love him and Guy held her heart now. “I cannot do this to you or Marian,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she held onto Guy’s leather jacket. “Guy, I love you,” she informed him, tilting her head up to be able to face him as best she could. She hadn’t used those words yet, only showed him her love in his actions. “I cannot marry someone I don’t love. I cannot marry anyone except you” she whispered.

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@blackarrcw continued from [here]

Attraction.

He believed it was a feeling he had when it came to Marian all that time ago. But now? With this beautiful woman in front of him, Guy was certain that it was a feeling now. His hand had reached out for the woman long, slender fingers wrapped around her own as he gently tugged her to him. This was a day he'd never forget, a day that would always live with him. "So, my charms seem to be working then." The man teased, offering the royal a small smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek.

Relta had yet to feel romantic attraction toward, well, anyone, until she had encountered Sir Guy. Something about him keeping her secret for her safety despite it being a risk for him, endeared him to her. Now? Now they were engaged, her having proposed after learning her father was dying. She knew she needed a co-monarch, specifically a king, and felt this redeemed version of Sir Guy of Gisborne was who she wanted by her side and providing her and England with heirs.

“Your charms and your honesty,” Relta answered, enjoying how he’d pulled her to him. “Ever since you protected me from Vaisey by not telling him who my father is…I’ve been drawn to you,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing when the dark haired man kissed one of them.

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“Well, my vision is not poor and you’re…well, you,” Relta responded, gesturing to him with one hand. “It would be hard not to find you handsome,” she told him coqetishly , being rather bold even for her. She took a step closer to him, close coquettishly she could put her hand on his shoulder as she smiled up at him.

“And you know I don’t lie…not to you at least,” she pointed out, her cheeks a bit flush from confessing she found Sir Guy handsome. Likely because she found him more than just handsome and easy on the eyes, she found him in his entirety attractive. Even his brooding caused a flutter in her abdomen that she knew as attraction.

Relta could tell there was more to Guy than his anger and pain by the way he looked at her. He didn’t seem as…pained when they were together and Vaisey wasn’t souring the room’s mood. To test if the flutter was true, Relta put her hand on the back of Guy’s neck, tangling with the ends of his hair, and stood on her toes so that The Man in Black could meet her lips with his if he felt the same flutter she did, or reject her if it suited his feelings about her.

@joyfulmagic asked: ❛  how have i never noticed how handsome you are ?  ❜ - Relta to guy @fantasiesandfolklore

Bright blues gaze into the woman's own eyes. A soft look appeared upon Guy's features as he tilted his head, "You think me handsome?" Of course, it was something he'd heard from Marian on a few occasions, whether they were true words or not had remained to be determined. But with the princess before him, there was just something within her words that had brought a light to him. Guy knew he could believe her as not once had Relta ever played with his emotions - his heart.

There was a lot to be said. He was a man who acted on actions rather than words, and for that many believed Guy to be incapable of feeling anything other than anger and hatred. When all he wanted was someone to love him in return as he loved them - someone who could understand him without having to feel they need to dig so deep.

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@blackarrcw // Guy in the Phoenix Queen Verse

Relta was pacing her bedroom, sensing something in the castle gardens that hadn’t tripped her wards yet. However, Lord Ares had sent woodpeckers to warn her of the approaching danger. Rather than call for her guards, Relta decided she’d take care of the threat herself. She had to prove she was a strong leader and a strong woman, not needing to hide behind guards.

Most did not know of her magical prowess, her being gifted by the deities she worked with and were parts of her soul’s creation millennia ago. “He is about to trip my ward,” Lord Ares informed her through her clairaudience. Lord Ares’s ward put a cage around whatever tripped it physically.

Relta nodded at the message from the god, pushing on one of the stones that made up her wall and sliding a bookshelf over to go to her private passage to the gardens.

Relta reached the garden and her tripped ward, surprise crossing her features momentarily as she saw a man in black trapped by the ward, seeming almost stunned by being suddenly trapped. She walked over to him, noticing he was covered in weapons, likely meant for her and her father.

“It seems you haven’t heard much about your target,” Relta stated to the man, “falling for a basic trap like that.” She tilted her head, finding the man interesting looking — a strong jawline and nose, beautiful blue eyes, and stubble that framed his face well. Perhaps she should look more into the assassin game for future lovers.

“I’m guessing I’m one of your targets,” she sighed, reaching in and taking his sword from him. Lord Ares’s image flashed in her mind as she did, making her wonder who this man was exactly, aside from one wishing to kill her.

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❛  let me hear your beautiful moans.  ❜ - From Guy

@blackarrcw // Guy x Relta

Relta’s eyes were closed, her head tilted to give Sir Guy access to her swanlike neck. She felt his warm lips and stubble brushing against her neck, hopefully not leaving bruises or scratches as they had to hide what they were doing for now. They’d been wed, by Robin Hood of all people, in front of her father’s death bed so he could witness his heir finding her king.

However, her legitimacy and marriage to Gisborne had to be kept quiet until Relta’s coup against Prince John and Vaisey was successful. If it failed, she needed to protect Guy and allow him to have supposed plausible deniability of knowing about Relta’s truths. She couldn’t lose him even if she lost herself in the battle against the prince and sheriff.

She’d die for England, knowing her younger half-brother could step up if she failed. Granted, she highly doubted her coup would fail with all the support she’d gathered on her way back from France where her father had died.

“Guy,” she let out a soft whine, used to having to hide being vocal when they were spending intimate time together. It was kind of him, to make love with her to distract her from the thoughts of the coup and ruling England and Scotland. Or perhaps he simply finally wanted to consummate their marriage, either way it made Relta happy and distracted.

She draped her arms over his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in dark locks. “I love you, you know,” she managed in a breathless voice. She’d told him that before, but he seemed to thrive off of hearing her tell him how she genuinely felt for him, and had for a while now. “You make me so happy,” she added as she moved his head to be from her neck with a gentle tug of his hair so he’d be looking into her eyes to see she meant it.

“I enjoy being Lady Gisborne,” she confesses before pressing her lips to his with a heated passion that matched how his hands were roaming her body. Part of her wanted her younger brother to be King while she just lived on an estate with Guy in peace, but she hadn’t told anyone that — even Guy. “It’s an honor and pleasure to be your wife,” she added after their lips parted, faces centimeters from each other.

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How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper? - Guy to Relta

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“I think whispers be damned,” Relta retorted with a small smile, looking up at Sir Guy. She enjoyed dancing with him, even if he’d been her enemy before. Now he was her protector of sorts, making sure Vaisey didn’t abuse her when she was at Nottingham Castle.

“This ball is surprisingly nice,” she commented to him, but really meant spending time with him was nice. They weren’t having to plot to protect King Richard or Robin and his men, instead they were able to just enjoy each other’s company.

Vaisey walked over, looking the couple over. “Disgusting. You do know she’s a bastard, right Gisborne?” He scoffed at Relta, a bit more intoxicated than he likely intended. “Guess she’ll get in bed easier if you woo her first. Oh wait, we know how that went last time,” Vaisey added, referring to Guy’s courting of Lady Marian.

Relta bit her tongue for a moment, but she’d grown too fond of Gisborne. “Sheriff, thank you for hosting this ball celebrating Prince John’s upcoming arrival. I advise you stop taking goblets, however, as it seems you soiled yourself,” she informed Vaisey. In truth, she’d spilled a bit of her own goblet’s contents on his pants. Vaisey scowled and retreated, leaving the two alone again so he could go change.

“He disturbs me,” Relta whispered to Guy, stepping a millimeter closer to him, not that she wanted him to have to serve as a buffer more than he already did. She was baffled as to how the sheriff hadn’t figured out her identity, but it was serving to her advantage.

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[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) - From Guy

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Relta felt Guy’s lips on her waist, kissing her curves where there was a scar from Vaisey stabbing her as his final act. It felt nice, that it drew his attention in a positive way rather than seeing the scar as some sort of flaw. She looked down at him, reaching and stroking Guy’s hair lovingly, the queen entranced by their shared love.

“You don’t find it..unattractive?” She had to ask, feeling insecure for one of the first times in her life. “Djac gave me an ointment to apply nightly to help it fade,” she added/

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@blackarrcw // Gladiator!Guy & Vestal Virgin!Relta

Relta followed at the back of the group of Vesta’s priestesses, heading to the Coliseum with her fellow Vestal Virgins for a gladiator event. She held her head low, wishing to avoid the gaze of strangers as she was meant to remain chaste and pure in all ways. She loathed that it meant they shouldn’t even meet the eyes of the homeless, who they supposedly cared for in their prayers to Vesta for aid with taking care of. The hypocrisy burned Relta, for she felt the true messages of Vesta were to truly aid all, and make all feel at home in Rome. It was part of why she loathed attending the “sport” of gladiators, as it was subjecting slaves to horrific wounds, many being slaves that came from conquered foreign lands.

She had an idea, an impulsive and dangerous one, yet still felt she had to do the plan. Rumor was, if a Vestal Virgin and gladiator in the ring locked eyes, he would be granted his freedom and allowed to stop fighting. She would use the pebble in her sandal to get the gladiator’s attention and somehow get him to look at her in the eyes so he and the lion would be spared. Then no blood would be shed, and everyone would gather to see someone become a free Roman, as it should be.

Upon reaching her seat, Relta noticed the gladiator that was to fight brooding in the shadows of the entranceway to the dungeons. He was in the shade, yet she could make out some of his features, including startlingly blue eyes.

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wrap your arms around me just like that. - From Guy

@blackarrcw // Guy x Relta

Relta found all of this…wifely duty stuff rather new, but wow did she enjoy it. The way Guy guided her in how to touch him, and how he’d be touching her, was so tender yet thrilling. She wrapped her arms around his slender waist, surprised he was so muscular yet trim at the same time. The action pulled her closer to him, making her cheeks flush the same color as her rose red hair.

“Sir Guy,” Relta whispered as they shut the bedroom door behind them and locked it, searching his eyes as she wondered what would happen next. It wasn’t their very first time being physically intimate, but one of the first times so she was still relying on him to lead. “To the bed? Or is there more to do standing up?” She innocently asked, tilting her head slightly out of curiosity.

Lady Marian had given her some advice on how to pleasure Guy in return, her having experience with Hood. Relta had turned bright red at the other woman describing what could be done to please one’s husband — and what he might do in order to please his wife in return.

Relta hadn’t even thought about Guy pleasing her as they lived in such a patriarchal society, but he had been giving with affection even prior to their marriage. It excited her, and oh, how their wedding night had shown her what givers they both are. Guy had made her feel amazing and safe with him in such a vulnerable state.

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“ get  on  your  knees. “ - from Guy

Relta raised a brow at Guy and tilted her head, not accustomed to being ordered around by, well, anyone. However, these were different circumstances — ones she’d never encountered before.

“And what would I be doing on my knees? Praying?” She teased him, despite obeying him and placing her hands on his muscular thighs.

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☀ - From Elyssa, Guy and possibly Marian.

@blackarrcw // sun emoji for if your muse finds mine attractive

Three Times A Lady 1. Elyssa x Relta

Relta blushed, looking up at her beloved shyly. She walked over, kissing Elyssa’s cheek chastely yet tenderly. “And I find you beautiful, inside and out,” she informed her significant other, taking her hands in her own and squeezing them gently.

2. Guy x Relta

Relta blinked in surprise, her face turning as red as her hair and accenting her freckles. “You do? I thought you loathed me,” she responded, laughing softly in confusion. “I thought you wished me dead in fact,” she added, before walking over to Gisborne and putting her arms around him in thanks. “You are easy on the eyes yourself,” she admitted.

3. Marian x Relta

Relta looked at Lady Marian in surprise, flushing a bit at the woman’s admission of attraction. “I must say, your fire is rather magnetic as well,” Relta praised, unsure as to how she felt about the admission for she could never hurt Robin like that, knowing he loved Marian.