#guy of gisborne x fem!reader

[fizzyxcustard]

Invisible

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

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

Word count: 1880

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

Realisation hit him hard that he had overslept. 

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

Guy, 

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

May God watch over you and keep you safe. 

Leaving? But why? 

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guy scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get inside,” you told Guy. 

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

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

Guy never answered, but instead kissed you again. 

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

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

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

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

“He can wait.” 

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

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

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[ravnarieldurin]

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

Find me on AO3 as RavnarielDurin.

Fandoms I Write For: Currently only The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings Universe, but I might add Robin Hood (BBC) to this later (Guy of Gisborne exists, haha!).

Available to read on AO3

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

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

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[scariusaquarius]

severed links.

Sir Guy of Gisborne x Fem! Reader

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

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

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Genre: Angst

Rated: Mature

Warning: Physical Violence, Public Execution, Major Character Death

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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

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

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

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

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

Vaisey chuckled, gesturing as he spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman frowned, exclaiming.

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

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

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

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

"Any last words?"

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

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

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

The only thing Gisborne could truly pity was himself.

[sorisooyaa]

Enemies to Lovers - June 1st

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Series: BBC Robin Hood

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @lathalea​

A/N: Sorry, I just realized I never posted this one!

[middleearthpixie]

Right? At least something has come of this awful heat. 😁

Heat Wave

A/N: I wrote this for @fizzyxcustard, who’s been an amazing friend during more than one rough time. It’s my way of saying thank you for being there to listen. 💜

Summary: On the hottest day of the year, you’ve sought relief in a lake tucked within Sherwood Forest. You thought no one would bother you. But you were wrong. And when Sir Guy of Gisborne appears when you’re already in the water, the air isn’t be the only thing searingly hot… 

Characters: Guy of Gisborne

Relationship: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Flirting, hints of stalking (but not in the menacing, dangerous way)

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,765

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Summer was the least of your favorite seasons and the bakery was your least favorite place to be during summer. It wasn’t too bad in the mornings, when the air was still cool and dew glistened off the leaves and grass and the breeze came soft upon your skin. By mid-morning, however, it was all you could do to not melt into a puddle somewhere between the kitchens and the front of the shop. The breeze faltered. The sun blazed. The temperatures climbed until you thought melting was your only option.

And this summer was by far the worst. Day after day, week after week, there was only relentless heat, the air so heavy and damp that stepping into it was akin to having a wet sheet wrapped about you. Couple that with the heat from the ovens and the layers of clothing your father made certain you used to cover yourself, and you had one miserable day after the next.

But today was the worst of them all. So bad that even your father could no longer tolerate it. 

He mopped his face with his apron. The sweat beading his forehead mingled with the dusting of flour that always clung to him to make a sticky-looking paste that smeared across his skin. He grimaced. “This is madness,” he grumbled, untying the apron to nearly rip it from him. “We’ve not had a single body in here since early this morning.”

Your hopes rose. “Do you wish to close?”

He nodded. “There is no point in remaining open. I wish only to go and sit in the shade for a bit. Perhaps pay a visit to the Gander for a pint. Hopefully it will rain later and the air will cool for tomorrow.” He shooed you toward the door. “Go. Enjoy a bit of leisure time, then.”

“Thank you, Papa.” You smiled as you tugged off your apron to toss onto the work table, pushed up onto your toes to brush his scruffy cheek with a kiss, and then hurried out before he changed his mind. He seldom closed the shop early and even more rarely allowed you to go do as you wish, preferring to keep as close an eye on you as he could. His greatest fear was something would happen to you, he’d told you in a drunken confession one night, or that he’d lose you, just as he’d lost your mother so many years earlier. 

He was a gruff, rather strict man, but you knew he loved you, knew that he was so strict because of what happened to your mother. Still, when he relented and gave you a bit of freedom… well, you’d be a fool not to take it.

He often hinted that he’d like you to marry, that he could use another set of hands in the bakery, that he would like grandchildren. You managed to laugh that off for the most part. There was only one man you wanted and your father would never agree to allow you to be in the same room with him, never mind take him as your husband.

You tried not think about that as you left the bakery through the kitchen door, and hurried down the narrow, rock-strewn path leading away from the bakery, away from the village, and further into the woods. The lush foliage and thick tree canopy provided respite from the blazing sun, but it was still not much cooler than the village. Still, as you made your way deeper into it, the sound of rushing water reached your ears and that alone was enough to make you feel cooler.

The lake was fairly large and quite deep in the middle and you had no idea if the king would mind you making use of it. But at the same time, you didn't care much and since no one ever bothered you there, you figured it was fine. And even if it wasn’t, you were so hot, so sticky—between sweat and flour and the fine grit of sugar—you couldn't wait to submerge yourself. You’d take your chances at this point. That was how uncomfortable and grimy you felt. 

The water was placid, its surface mirror-like in its calmness, and the only sounds came from the birds in the treetops and the occasional frog. Although you hadn’t seen a soul on your way in, and all around you was mostly quiet (save for those songbirds, which you didn't mind so much) you still looked about in all directions. The last thing you wanted was for someone to happen upon you now.

But all was clear, so with a hint of a smile, you began peeling off layers. As the air finally reached your overheated skin and the sweat evaporated, you felt a bit cooler. By the time you were down to only your chemise, you almost shivered. It was the dampest of the layers and you peeled it off with relish, then let it fall atop the small pile of your clothes. 

You made your way to the lake’s edge. The water lapped ever so gently along the sandy shore, warm as it sluiced about your ankles. But even warm, it brought a smile to your lips for it was cooler than the air around you. 

With that, you waded out and when the water was chest-level, you dove beneath the surface. The water was like velvet against your skin, and despite its warmth, refreshing. You remained underwater for as long as your lungs would allow, and when they reminded you that you needed to draw breath, you kicked for the surface, slicing through it as if you were a selkie. You broke through with a laugh, just happy to be free for the afternoon and no longer a sweating, sticky mess in a hot kitchen or the equally stifling shop.

“Do you do this often?”

You froze at the low, deep voice, the words laced with amusement, and swept your hair from your eyes to find you were no longer alone. And what was worse?

It was him.

Sir Guy of Gisborne, the sheriff’s second in command and a man almost everyone in your village both loathed and feared. He was cold and cruel, sometimes seemingly reveling in the tasks he carried out on the sheriff’s behalf, and no stranger to violence.

But to you, he was a man misunderstood by so many. One you were certain had some kindness in him somewhere, as you didn't believe anyone was entirely good or evil. You’d only ever spoken to him a few times before now, when he’d come into the bakery when he knew he’d find apple pie or tarts for sale. You didn't know much about him, but you knew apples were his favorite thing and he should only know how you made sure that when apple season was upon you, and you were up to your eyes in tarts, pies, and turnovers, you always put some aside so that when and if Sir Guy came into the shop, you could give it to him.

He frequented the shop often, coming in day after day, at various times. And when he did, you’d smile, all the while hoping he didn't notice how you stammered over the simplest words. That he didn't notice how you blushed, and you were positive you blushed like mad. Your face simply grew too hot for it to be anything but a blush whenever his blue-eyed gaze alit upon you. 

But if he noticed, he never made mention of it. He’d smile and inquire as to how your morning or afternoon was going. The his smile was just that, a genuine smile and not the smirk you’d seen him flash so many times before at other people. For you, his smile reached his eyes—his beautiful, piercing blue eyes—and you’d find yourself wondering just how many people ever saw that version of his smile. Somehow, you didn't think many did. You didn't know why, but it just seemed to you they probably didn’t. 

Those were the minutes you cherished the most, the short time he stood before you, and when he’d take his leave, it seemed as if the shop itself grew duller. You didn't like to think about where he was or what he might be doing once he left. You’d heard the rumors, you’d seen him in action for yourself. There was no way you could put him on a pedestal. He wouldn’t last ten seconds there before he toppled off. But at the same time, you just knew there was far more to him than what he let the world see. 

It was madness, to be sure, but you’d admired him for so long now, watching him as he’d pass by the shop windows astride his black gelding, and you’d sigh, just wishing he would take notice of you beyond the girl in the shop who blushed and stammered like an idiot whenever you tried to speak to him. 

Well, now he had noticed you. But this was not what you’d had in mind when you’d wished he would finally do so. 

Still, there he was, standing beyond the boulder at the far end of the lake, the sunlight slitting through the treetops to shimmer along his longish, wavy, raven-black hair. His eyes were piercing blue beneath ebony brows and you wondered how he didn't melt in his leather trousers and gambeson. It didn't escape your notice that the dark hair at his temples looked damp, but other than that, it could be the middle of winter for all the discomfort he showed. 

This was the first time he’d ever spoken to you outside your father’s bake shop, the first time you’d ever encountered him on your own. You’d daydreamed about it, and at night, imagined all sorts of wonderful scenarios in which you happened upon him or vice versa. But you’d never imagined it would be as terrifying as it was exhilarating, or that your heart beat wildly against your ribs and your mouth would go as dry as the heavy dust that lingered in the air because the earth was so parched. 

“I—I beg your pardon?” The words were difficult to push out, sticking slightly in your throat. 

He leaned against that boulder, both hands splayed against it, and raised one eyebrow. “This lake belongs to the king, you realize. Have you permission to be here?”

“I wouldn’t know who to petition for permission. And besides, I am harming no one by taking a dip. The king would have no cause to be upset with me,” you told him, proud of yourself for keeping your voice calm and even while your insides flipped and flopped like a fish out of water. The water was almost to your shoulders, but it was fairly clear and you wondered just how much he could see from his vantage point. Heat swirled through you at the thought he might be able to see all of you. And yet, you really didn't think he could, especially as you tread water, which broke up the surface enough to obscure you. Or so you hoped. But then again, perhaps coming face to face with naked women was something with which he was quite familiar and gave no thought to.

You didn't want to think about that. 

He pushed away from the rock, folding his arms across his chest. “I could arrest you for this, you realize. Trespassing is a crime, after all.”

Your gut curdled at the smooth authority in his voice. He could, of course. And you didn't doubt that he would do so without a second thought if the spirit so moved him. But, at the same time, you had the feeling he would do no such thing, that he wouldn’t be so cruel with you as to humiliate you in that way, that he would never order you to march from the lake to stand before him with your charms exposed for the world to see.

At least, you hoped he wouldn’t.

You drew in a deep breath, inwardly trying to convince the butterflies in your belly to calm down, which they refused to do, of course. Still, you swallowed hard as you forced yourself to ask, “Are you going to, then?”

A slight smile came to his lips. “Do you wish me to?”

You continued to tread water, although your arms were on the tired side. “What do you think my answer would be?”

He didn't answer right away, but just stared down at you. The flutter in your belly worsened as he then pushed away from and came around, the rocks, over to where your pile of clothing lay. He glanced down at it, then back at you. “Does your father know you’re here?”

You weren’t entirely certain how to answer that. If you offered up that no one knew you were there, it could be a terrible mistake. But if you lied and said of course your father knew, and it got back to him… he would be beyond furious and would probably demand Guy do the honorable thing in marrying you as everyone would have believed him to have compromised you.

A sticky situation, indeed. 

Still, you shook your head slowly. “He does not. And I would appreciate it if you’d not say anything to him, either.”

“It is not my business to out wayward daughters,” he replied smoothly, leather creaking softly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “But, it’s not exactly wise to admit no one knows where you are, either, you know.”

The butterflies beat your insides with far more force now. “I should have lied to you, then?”

“To me?” He shook his head. “No. I’m not about to hurt you. But what if I’d been a different man? You could find yourself in serious trouble.”

“I’ve been coming here for the last several weeks, since this blasted heat arrived. You are the first soul I’ve happened upon, or who has happened upon me, in that time.”

To your surprise, his eyes seemed to soften as he ventured closer to the edge of the lake. “Most of the village knows this area is off limits to them. They are far more concerned with obeying the laws than you are, apparently.”

As the sun had begun its descent and the air cooled somewhat, so did the water. Now you felt a hint of a chill. You’d have gotten out long before now, had Guy not come along. His arrival left you in a bit of a pickle. You certainly couldn't emerge from the water, but at the same time, it was almost too cool for comfort now and your teeth were beginning to chatter.

“I was too hot to care,” you replied as if it was the most obvious reason in the world. 

To your surprise, he chuckled. His laughter was like his voice, deep and smooth, like rich black velvet, and it rolled over you to make your skin actually tingle. 

“And if I were to arrest you, would you care then?”

Apprehension mingled with the cooling water to prickle along your skin. “Are you going to arrest me, then?”

“I’ve not yet decided. But tell me something,” he paused, “do you think I don’t know?”

“Do I think you don’t know what? I’m afraid you’ve lost me, Sir Guy.” 

“The slice of apple pie, the tart, the turnover, that always just happens to be left when I come into your shop, regardless of the time of day.”

You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, water rippling away from you as you did. “I know you like apples.”

He smiled then, and it stole the breath from your lungs. How amazing a smile could be, how it turned a serious, dour expression so much lighter. How it made a serious face so handsome that for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“Have I thanked you?”

“You’ve not, but I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Still, I’ll thank you just the same. Your kindness is very much appreciated.”

“You’re welcome, Sir Guy,” you replied with a slight bob of your head. Your arms were tired. You were growing colder by the moment. You wanted to get out and dry off, but at the same time, you didn't want him to leave, either.

And that left you in a quandary as you just looked up at him. “If you’d not mind,” you began slowly, “the water is making me cold now.”

“Then it would seem we are at a bit of an impasse,” he replied, moving closer still.

Your teeth chattered a bit harder now. “An impasse?”

“Are you coming out?” That brow quirked a bit higher. “Or am I coming in?”

“I—I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Are you coming out, or am I coming in?”

Your brain whirled with how to respond to his unexpected words. His smile set your blood to a slow boil and for so long, you’d dreamed of this moment, but you never thought it would actually come true. 

He held your gaze as he slipped from his leather gambeson. Beneath it, he wore a yellow linen doublet that bore a rather large wet patch spread across the front. But then that was gone and you could do no more than stare, for the sight of him erased every last hint of a thought from your mind. 

Dark hair sprinkled across his bare chest and you swallowed hard at the sheen of sweat against his skin, at the muscle that lay thick across his shoulders and wrapped down along his arms. You had to force yourself to look away from that enticing display and so slowly slid your gaze back to meet his, your cheeks growing warm at the knowing smile curving his lips. He knew you studied him and knew you approved of what you saw. There was simply no way for you to hide it any more than you could hide the blush you knew stained your cheeks once more.

“You cannot be serious,” you finally managed to force through your lips, shaking your head. “It would… why would… you could not.”

“I can.” He reached for the fastenings on his leather trousers and your heart actually skipped a beat as he tugged them open. “And I will. Unless you wish to come to me. But, I feel I should confess that cold water seems far more inviting than this hot, sticky air. At least for now, anyway. It’s still so terribly warm out here, you know.”

“Sir Guy…” Apprehension swirled through you, mingled with hints of daring and wickedness. More than anything, you wanted him to join you, wanted to see if your daydreams even came close to touching what it would be like to have him take you in his arms and do whatever might come to mind. But at the same time—“If anyone were to see you… to see us…”

“No one is about. And no one will venture this far in. You said yourself that you’ve been coming here these last several weeks without seeing a soul.”

“It’s true, but—”

“But what? You’re right, you know. No one will bother us at all.” He crouched to unlace one boot, then the other, and when he straightened, he lifted first one foot, then the other, to tug each boot off and let it carelessly fall to the ground alongside your pile of clothes. “I’ve seen you here more than once. But, I’ve yet to see anyone else. I think the odds of us being discovered are slim to none, love.”

Ordinarily, you’d be tongue-tied, your cheeks burning, your tongue a lazy slug refusing to behave, but aside from your initial shock, you weren’t at all uneasy in his presence. Besides, you certainly you did not miss his murmured endearment and that made you bolder still as you offered up what you hoped was a pert smile. “They all fear you, I suppose. And what do you mean, you’ve seen me here?”

To your horror—well mostly your horror, but also to your delight… maybe more delight than horror, if you were honest with yourself—he stripped off those leather trousers and your mouth went dry at the sigh of him. Oh, he was perfect. 

Absolutely.

Stunningly.

Perfect.

Water sloshed softly as he joined you, slogging toward you. Water swirled about his knees, his thighs, his hips, as he said, “I mean just that. I saw you earlier this month, when the weather first grew so warm, and followed you. And since then, I’ve made a note at what times you favor.”

Indignation swirled through you, shoving aside the delight. “You’ve… you’ve been spying on me?”

“Watching you. Or, more aptly, watching over you. To make certain no harm befell you.”

“What?”

“Yes.” He reached you then, only what was shoulder deep for you was only chest deep for him. “You have to take care in these woods. You know not who you might meet.”

“Such as you?”

He smiled. “Am I so frightening to you?”

You looked up, meeting his blue eyes, held them, and slowly shook your head. “You aren’t, no.”

He smiled. “Good. You’re safe with me, you know.”

“Am I?”

He nodded, reaching to catch your hand. Your palms met, and he linked his fingers with yours to gently pull you closer. “You are. As I said, I’ll not hurt you. I give you my word.”

“Sir Guy—”

“Guy is fine,” he interrupted softly, and you shivered as his free arm slipped about your waist. That arm tightened. You thought he’d pull you against him. You hoped he would. You could only imagine what his solid body would feel like against yours.

You looked up, meeting his gaze once more, your mouth dry. “Guy… what—what are you doing?”

Water sluiced around you, warm once more, and you forgot all about your chattering teeth as he loomed over you, all broad shoulders and wide chest. He bent toward you and whispered, “Something I’ve wanted to do for weeks now, months even, but had not the courage. Unless, of course, you wish me to leave you be.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t wish that at all, Guy.”

His smile grew lupine, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned closer still and his lips just barely brushed yours as he whispered, “Good.”

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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 (◠‿◠✿)

Ohhh this is such a fun, nice question! Thanks so much for asking! I have been very excited to answer this :) So positive!

- Stay: A Fili x Reader story that takes place 32 years after Erebor was reclaimed by the dwarves. (fluff, reunions, friends to lovers <3)

- Angel: A Kili x Fem!Reader story where Kili falls in love with someone he can't have to himself. (fluff, smut)

- Magic: A Thorin x Fem!Reader smut piece based on an imagine that includes Thorin teaching you to play the harp. (smut)

-Return to Nampara: A story featuring Ross and his sister Rebecca (my first OC!)

-Summer Rain: (Be still my heart, of course I had to add an Iolaus story!) This is an Iolaus x Fem!Reader story, AKA two young lovers playing hooky to be together for the day. (fluff, steamy makeout sesh)

There's my five! What a nice way to look back on my favorite pieces and make myself feel really nice about my writing and how it's grown over the years. Thanks so much for asking! :) I will send this to some writers I know, but I also invite anyone and everyone to do this as well!

Also special mention to my Guy of Gisborne fics because those hold a special place in my heart too :) Masterlist HERE

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Too Much to Handle

Pairing/s: Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Fluff, (can RA’s sexiness be considered a warning?)

Word Count: 807

Context © me

Based on @deepestfirefun‘s prompt “That look should be illegal in this time of the day.” Which is also included in the request.

A/N: First Richard Armitage drabble/one-shot, so please bare with the crappiness if there’s one. And sorry for making the reader (you) look like the girlfriend kinda obsessed in how good looking Richard is (but who wouldn’t be obsessed?!)

Now that I’m finished, @deepestfirefun you can now fire me with your Thorin request!

Masterlist: HERE

Mornings are clearly not your cup of tea, or coffee, since who knows when, especially if it’s too early in the morning.

And as much as you wanted to stay in bed all day long, you unfortunately have many things to do for the day. Like, start getting ready because your ever so loving and ever so sinfully sexy boyfriend planned to spend the rest of the day for your anniversary today.

You are a stunt coordinator, choreographer, and photographer, therefore you’ve been invited to be part of different crews of many movies, TV series, and even stage productions. That’s how you’ve met the Richard Armitage during his Robin Hood days where he portrayed Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Whether you, and your colleagues from all those movies and shows you’ve been in, consider it a coincidence or fate, both you and Richard had been inseparable ever since. Because of that both of you started to become close friends. Both of you are comfortable in showing who you really are as a person, both of you sharing your ups and downs on and off the set, both of you even sharing secrets that no one else has known. And the funny part, is that somehow both of your have secretly fallen in love with each other without the other knowing.

Until one day Richard couldn’t take it any longer and finally asked you to be his girlfriend.

Though it’s been years since you and Richard called it official, he still never seize to amaze you on how good looking he is, no matter how hard it is for you to keep it to yourself. Does he even age physically? You wouldn’t think so because he doesn’t look like he does. Does he have any beauty secrets? Of course not, not with the many days and nights that you’ve spent with him in your shared apartment in London.

Even in your current sleep-like state as you force yourself to get out of bed - and noticing the other side of the bed is empty - you still keep wondering how your boyfriend is wonderfully beautiful.

Scratch that and forget everything, especially the ‘wonderfully’ part.

Though still half asleep, you can see your impossibly good looking boyfriend making his morning coffee. Though his hair is ruffled all over the place, an evidence that he’d just woken up, and wearing sleeveless black shirt and sweatpants as his pajamas, looking absolutely stunning and way too sexy way too early in the morning.

“This is too much for me to handle.” You quietly muttered to yourself as you decided to sleepily turn your heels back to the bedroom to try and get more sleep. “That look seriously should be illegal in this time of the day.”

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“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

Richard’s being weird. And he’s been looking at you weirdly since you entered the dining area to have breakfast. Do you still have any remnants of sleep on your face? You wouldn’t think so.

“There’s nothing on your face love.” 

You said it out loud, shoot. And he’s smirk widens, damn it.

“Yes love, you said it loud and clear.” Richard chuckles. Now you just wanted to bump your head on the table. “I just remembered something that transpired earlier this morning.”

“What transpired?” Now you are confused. The only thing you clearly remember is getting out of bed and immediately coming back.

“You don’t remember?” You shake your head no. Now Richard is sporting that shit-eating grin of his that only signifies trouble. 

“How about something with the phrase ‘that look should be illegal’?”

Now your eyes are bulging wide. And that mischevious look Richard’s giving you only means one thing: never ending teasing.

You now face-planted on the table. “I thought I only said it in my head.” You groan as you look back at your boyfriend from across the table.

“But it’s a good thing you were half asleep. And I now know I can elicit such reactions from you.” He said with a wink.

“Don’t you wink at me Mr. Armitage.” You glare at him, though not totally feeling that pissed off about him. 

“Aw come on love, you know I’m only kidding.” Richard cooed as he reaches out and hold your hands in his large ones. “At least I don’t have to worry about you thinking that I look hideous in the mornings.”

You give him a smile, one of the many that never fails to mesmerize him. “You don’t look hideous at all, love.”

“I’m honestly not really sure about that one.” Richard weaves both your fingers together as he pulls your hand towards him and gives it a kiss. “But as long as I can look that illegal to you I have no qualms about it.”

“Oh shut it, you!”

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Eavesdropping (Drabble)

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: None romantically at this point.

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

Warnings: Insecurity, angst.

Word count: 295

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for the tag, love! @glassgulls

“He immediately recognised the flowers as those found in the field which ran the back of your house.” (Anything is Possible chapter 2: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader)

I won’t tag anyone in particular. But if you’re reading this, you’re welcome to have a go!! :-)

Last Sentence Tag Game

Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

tagged by @starlady66 (who is like the only one keeping my writing alive by tagging me so thank you!)

I don’t have any last lines right now, but I do have a ton of WIPs SO:

“Your reasoning no longer works in this, mellon. We are now of the same rank,” Mërën states and takes a step closer.

Haldir’s eyes track Mërën’s movements, grip on his goblet of wine tightening.

Mërën slowly presses into the remaining space between them and easily crowds Haldir back against the railing. Mërën tucks his head and nips Haldir’s ear, breath hot in the cold air. 

“Meleth. I am no longer under your post.” He murmurs before finally - finally - slotting their lips together under the silver glow of the balcony’s lamps.

No pressure tags! @glassgulls @thesolarangel

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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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(Got this idea from a requester for this imagine, but with Thorin)

Imagine Guy is in love with you, but you turn him down because you think he’s desperate. (Original universe or a modern)

(All imagines can be requested via my ask box)

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Drabbles Masterlist.

Good Morning Kisses (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Desperation (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Stranded (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

You feel the same (Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader)

Eye Contact (Lucas North and OFC - part of AsgardianHobbit98's Four For Valentine event)

Letter (Lucas North and OFC - part of AsgardianHobbit98's Four For Valentine event)

Eavesdropping (Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - as part of Asgardianhobbit98's Four For Valentine event)

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This fic can now be read on my masterlist. The title is: Anything is Possible.

Imagine you and Guy of Gisborne are madly in love and desperately want to be together but you’re to be married to someone else by your father’s arrangement. It feels as if everything is keeping you apart.

(Imagines can be requested as full fics. If you wish to request, please send me an ask)

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I would like to imagine a modern Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. Maybe a bit romance or more?

Please

I was just looking through my requests and came across this one. I actually didn't realise that anyone liked my modern Raymond. I do have a soft spot for him, and haven't written anything for him since Betrayal (which also featured Lucas North from Spooks and my own OC, Amy Holland). I will definitely keep modern Raymond in mind for more fics. :) However, if you have any ideas or suggestions, I would LOVE to know. <3

Modern Guy of Gisborne and Modern John Thornton are also characters I can write for, too. :)

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I'm back with another ask 🌸 If you'd like, I'd be happy if you answered these:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? 💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written? 🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? 🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

No pressure bestie! ✨

Favourite line is probably when Raymond has his lover on a bale of hay in a barn and he’s *ahem* being naughty and she asks about what if people come in and find them. His simple response is, “Fuck them. Let them watch.” (Wrong Place Wrong Time. Pilgrimage fandom. Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader)

Favourite fic is a tough one. I have favourites for different reasons. But narrowing it down: I love Covert Eyes (Spooks) as it was my first venture into that fandom and my first OC for quite a while. I love Wrong Place Wrong Time as it was my first Pilgrimage/Raymond fic, and I adored the writing process on that one.

I’d say Raymond de Merville from Pilgrimage is quite tough to write. Especially when I’m trying to write him falling in love. Considering the story of the film, and then trying to find his traces of humanity which lead him to love, that can be difficult.

I don’t stick to just one fandom. I’ve loved Middle-earth/Tolkien for over 20 years now, so have always been in that fandom since coming to Tumblr. I do love Richard Armitage characters. While not really being as into him as a person anymore, I still love his older characters like Thorin (of course!), Lucas North, John Porter, John Thornton, Guy of Gisborne and Raymond de Merville. It was my interest in Thorin that led me to venture into other RA roles. I’d heard of him quite a while ago after seeing my dad watch Spooks and seen snippets of him as Guy. So I was aware of him on UK television. Wasn’t until around 2016, after watching The Hobbit a few times that I really started becoming interested.

Thank you so much for the asks! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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)