#sheriff vaisey of nottingham

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 44th Tilt

Thranduil, the Elvenking, The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) VS. Vaisey, Sheriff of Nottingham, BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

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Thranduil, the Elvenking, The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Portrayed by: Lee Pace

“He's such a bitch and I like him so much. THE blond bitch, old as hell and annoyed about everything. Willing to leave the dwarves in the dungeons to rot claiming he's patient but is not at all patient for an immortal. Also really pretty.”

Vaisey, Sheriff of Nottingham, BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009) Portrayed by: Keith Allen

“This man had so much fun in this role. He is so thoroughly evil and surprisingly funny. His Sheriff and Richard Armitage's Guy of Gisbourne make a fantastic bad guy duo. He has some of the best lines in the whole series and is very good looking. He is a delightful villain and a very handsome man.”

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For Vaisey:

[ludarklina-fan-spot]

If these two were related I would just Squeeaaaaallllllll

Vasey being Sasha's dad or any Keith Allen character being Sasha's dad lives rent free in my head!!!! @sherwood-forest-witch

[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.

[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Sir Guy of Gisborne — Verse: post s3 Open To: Mutuals

“I’m uncertain as to who saved me from the castle and tended to my wounds, but all I know now is that I’ve been named the new sheriff of Nottingham,” Sir Guy informed his companion, troubled by the news.

“I wanted out of politics when I was supposed to die. This puts me in a more precarious situation than even when Vaisey and Prince John were alive,” he explained, his brow furrowed with stress.

“Hopefully I can make amends with the townspeople…not that I deserve forgiveness,” Guy added, looking down with guilt for what he’d done under Vaisey’s instructions.

[fizzyxcustard]

Ultimatum (6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst. But with a happy ending coming. Smut. Fluff.

Summary: You and Guy discuss your feelings for each other, and act on those feelings. However, you know that Guy can be a better man and can’t stand by to watch him fall into a pit of atrocity while serving under the Sheriff. Will Guy choose you or Sheriff Vaisey? 

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in.  

This is the final part of this story, and I apologise for the really long delay in getting this out. It was drafted four months ago and never finished. Whoops!

You put your head on Guy's shoulder and rested there for a minute or so, the two of you silent. When suddenly he broke that silence.

"Will you marry me?" Guy asked.

The question made you jump and you stared at Guy, startled for a couple of seconds. Then a giggle escaped your lips as the comprehension of such a question took hold. "Y...yes! Of course!" Guy had already posed this very question to you, but now it felt so right and so final. The man you loved was finally here, ready to begin a new life with you, wherever that life took you.

He could not be happier than in those moments, feeling free and ready to face whatever future lay before him. With you by his side the future no longer looked bleak. If only he had realised this earlier and not let you leave Nottingham alone.

“You have already asked me once. What made you think I would refuse?” you asked with a broad smile. You looked up at him and watched as his eyes, icy blue, lit up in happiness and warmth. 

“We’ve been apart, and I cannot just assume that my proposal still stands,” he chuckled. 

“I could never say no to you,” you replied, lust dripping from your tone. 

Your gazes met and then the two of you kissed again. 

Within minutes, Guy was behind you and you had your hands resting on the table. You made love, savouring it all. He kissed your shoulder, sighing against your skin, silently promising that he would never leave you again. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath becoming a pant. His climax was fast approaching, but he slowed, teetering on the edge so you could have your fill. 

“I want a baby,” you said breathlessly, unable to contain your thoughts. The pleasure raging in your stomach and downward had made your inhibitions come loose. “Your baby.” 

Guy stopped his movement and leaned his lips to your shoulder. He was still safely inside you, sheathed. “I’d give you anything you want. You know that,” he replied, then kissed down your back, making a slow line down your spine. His hands remained cupped around your hips, and he moved again, slowly at first. 

His hips bucked inward against you, his member touching your pleasure point once more. It sent those sparks flying. The movements gathered their momentum, with the rhythm getting faster, until you cried out, gripping the table. A huge tidal wave crashed outward from your core, and as you shivered in the turbulence of your orgasm, it tossed Guy off the edge. 

Guy’s arms locked completely around you, holding you tight against him as he came. He groaned, his lips pressed to your shoulder blade. 

You felt his seed trickle down the inside of your thigh and smiled at the very thought of a baby in your arms, a baby that you had made together. Maybe one day you would hold that bundle and begin to wonder who of you they would look like. Would they grow up to have Guy’s ice blue eyes? Would they have his long nose? Would they have your hair colour?

“Is there a chapel here?” Guy asked, withdrawing from you. 

“A chapel? Why?” you asked, surprised at such a strange question. 

Guy’s hands gently turned you around so that you were facing him. He smirked. “If we are to have any littles ones then I need to marry you.” The smirk turned into a grin and then a chuckle as he watched you become speechless. 

“Surely not right now?” You laughed.

“Why not?” 

“Where has this spontaneity come from? Not that I mind it at all.” You shook your head for emphasis, still giggling. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.” 

Guy shifted to you, still holding you tight. He placed a kiss on your brow. “It’s all because of you. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

You cupped Guy’s cheek, and then kissed him gently. “I’d never hurt you,” you told him. Both of your gazes were locked. “I promise you. You deserve goodness in your life, and I’m glad that I can be the one to give it to you. I’ve watched you be grieved and pushed aside far too much.” 

“Shhh,” Guy cooed. “It doesn’t matter anymore. It has passed.” 

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Just as Henry was finishing for the day and brushed sweat from his brow, he heard bells chiming in the distance. Church bells. There were no services planned for today and no one was getting married as far as he was aware. 

He walked back towards his home, strolling past the church on his way. The priest was stood out the front of the small, wooden building, clutching his Bible. In the distance were two figures, both sat on a black horse, disappearing into the late afternoon haze. 

“Last minute arrangement?” Henry chuckled. 

The priest raised an eyebrow. “You could say that. At least I received payment for the trouble.” 

“She was probably with child,” Henry mused. 

“No,” the priest continued. “For once they actually seemed very much in love. Although, the groom, I’m sure I recognise his name. Guy of Gisborne. Do you know who he is?” 

-Fin-

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[aislingarrow]

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.

[albionscastle]

Baggage

Chapter 1: Little Brat

Guy of Gisbourne & OC

Sir Guy of Gisbourne, Black Knight, Enforcer of the Sheriff and general asshat finds a little creature that may or may not change his life.

*this fic came about while chatting with the lovely @captaintauriel77 about how soft we thought Gisbourne would be with a little girl. It has kind of exploded from there. Thank you for supporting all my crazy ideas.

tw* mild mentions of violence  AO3 link

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Sir Guy of Gisbourne was in a foul mood. He stomped through the castle and everyone was quick to get the hell out of the giant man's way before they were swatted, shoved or even stabbed. He had been known to do all when he was particularly pissed. No-one wanted to be on the receiving end of Gisbourne's temper, or any other mood he might be experiencing for that matter. As he stalked the passageways of the castle, all Guy could think about was how badly he wanted to escape. He couldn't breathe here, the walls always seemed as though they were closing in on him and he mostly felt like an animal trapped in a cage. He hated the Sheriff, he had always hated the man, and while he enjoyed the power he had, he didn't always feel the glee he portrayed whilst carrying out his duties. Neither did he enjoy some of the "attention" that Vaisey had been showing him of late. Oh he knew there were men and women in the world of a particular persuasion and ordinarily it didn't bother him in the slightest, but this man was a snake, evil to the core and the mere sight of him made him want to vomit. Gisbourne himself was a man of very questionable morals, he admitted, but he didn't think he was the monster that Vaisey was. Not yet at least.

Even if he appeared to be one.

He left the castle as soon as he could, preferring to ride to Loxley alone at night, rather than spend another moment in the stifling atmosphere of Nottingham. It wasn't as though Hood ever strayed from whatever hovel he was holed up in at night anymore. Apparently he had better things to occupy his time with, Guy thought bitterly as he imagined Robin and Marian together, not understanding why he tortured himself this way.

Pulling his horse up in front of his manor, he felt himself getting calmer, at least as calm as he ever could be. This wasn't home, not really, home was long gone, burned into ashes along with his parents, and his sister was somewhere far away where he couldn't reach her. Everyone he had ever loved no longer existed in his world, and he no longer cared much about anyone in this one. The one person he had dared to love had betrayed him, and she had broken his heart into a million pieces with a damn smile on her face. He had wanted, in that moment, to kill her, to make her bleed into the dust of the Holy Land as she had made his heart bleed into his chest. Guy had thought himself a worthy catch, he had money, a home and lands, a title. Had Marian married him he would have treated her like a queen, but instead she had now gone off to live in the forest with that skinny, sanctimonious hypocrite, Loxley. The man still looked like a boy and he really was far too judgemental for someone who had delighted in throwing rocks at him as a child.

A smirk stretched Guy's lips as he dismounted, leading his horse into the stable. He felt no guilt about usurping Robin's lands and living in his house, if anything the bastard deserved it for all the years of bullying. If the mother had still lived, things might be different, or at the least Guy would have made sure she was comfortable as Lady Loxley had always been kind to him as a child. If there was one thing that he truly hated it was the mistreatment of a woman or a child. Vaisey could never know that and as such Guy had too often participated in the harassment or killing of both. He took no pleasure in it and he never prolonged the event. If they had to be dispatched he did so with the efficiency of an assassin. If they had to be tossed from their homes, it was with a few coins hidden in their meager belongings. If Vaisey had any inkling then he would have another way to manipulate him as he had no qualms about hurting women and children, in fact he enjoyed it all the more. At least Guy had never crossed the line of killing for killing's sake.

Gisbourne would never admit it out loud but he had been ashamed of the way he had behaved after Marian had left him at the altar. It was why he had left her with Robin in the Holy Land. Burning down her home had not been his finest hour, but that was how he had always been. If he hurt he became like a rabid animal, fighting in anger and pain against whoever was doing the hurting. He had lashed out and acted as less than a man and for that he was sorry. Not that it mattered anyway, Marian had hurt him so badly that he had vowed to never let a soul get near him again. It was a lonely existence, but at least he would never hurt like that again.

A sniffle from inside the stable suddenly caught his attention and he was instantly on his guard. Silently drawing his sword, Guy stalked to the entryway, his eyes darting back and forth as he searched in the gloom for whoever was hiding back there. He bared his teeth, hearing another noise that sounded like a sob coming from behind the hay in the corner. His prey had no idea that he was even there and like a panther, Guy slid through the dark, looking forward to facing the intruder who dared to hide from him. He was spoiling for a fight.

Moving into place, he slid over the hay, swiping his sword through the air.

“Gotcha!” he sneered, taking a step forward to dispatch his unwitting victim.

The stopped dead in his tracks at the same moment a shrill squeal pierced the air.

It wasn’t a man he saw in front of him but a filthy little girl, who couldn’t have been more than seven or eight winters, crouched in the corner and gaping at him with fear in her eyes. Her skinny arms were raised, as if to fend him off and he could just make out a ratty blanket laying across a pile of hay. Guy was so shocked that he didn’t move for a moment while he tried to process his thoughts. For some reason the fear in the child’s eyes angered him and he snarled at her, causing her to try and back further away from him.

“Nowhere to go, little one.” his voice was menacing, he wanted to scare the little brat who had the audacity to sneak into his stable. He took a step forward, knowing his black cloak and large frame had to terrify her.

“What are you doing here?” He watched her gulp. “Tell me, before I run you through!”

Big, fat tears started to streak down the dirt on her face and Guy felt a tiny nudge of guilt gnawing at his gut. Still, he couldn’t take any chances, even a small child could easily be used as a spy for Hood or the Sheriff. She continued to silently stare at him, her little body trembling from both cold and terror. With a sigh, Gisbourne sheathed his sword and squatted down in front of the child, running a gloved hand down his face. He was tired, aggravated and he just wanted to go to sleep yet instead he was doing this, whatever this was.

“I am losing my patience, child. I won’t hurt you but I wish to know how you came to be here.”

“You just said you would run me through!” the girl cried out, before covering her mouth with her hands.

“So you do speak?” Guy’s eyebrow arched, her little spark amused him. “Then you can tell me who you are and where you come from.”

“I don’t know where I am.” she squeaked. “I come from Lincoln. Please don’t hurt me sir, I just wanted to sleep, I’m so tired. I didn’t mean to be a problem. I’ll leave, I promise.”

She started to gather her little satchel and blanket.

“Stop!” Guy commanded, and she instantly obeyed. “You go nowhere Until I’m sure you aren’t a spy.”

“I’m not a spy, I’m a kid.” she muttered.

A sassy kid at that, Guy thought.

“You are in Nottinghamshire, there are spies everywhere, many of them children. We hang little spies as well as big ones.”

‘I’m not a spy!” She stomped her foot as hard as she could. “I don’t have a home and I am tired. I didn’t think anyone would mind. It’s not like I stole anything.”

She thrust her satchel at him, sounding offended even though he had not accused her of stealing.

“Well this is my stable so I might mind you’re being here.” he looked through her bag and saw nothing but a ragged doll, some stale bread and a piece of moldy cheese. As if on cue, he heard the girl’s stomach rumble angrily. She was so skinny she looked like she was wasting away and even in the gloominess Guy could see the dark shadows under her eyes. He had been her once.

“And who are you then?”

“The Lord of this manor.” Guy shrugged.

“I figured that part out already.” she grumbled. “What Manor? Which Lord?”

“Locksley Manor, Sir Guy of Gisborne at your service.” He mocked, hardly surprised when her face went bone white under the dirt.

“Please, please don’t hurt me.” she started begging. “I’ll leave, I promise! I never would have come here if I had known.”

“Known what?” Gisbourne snapped.

“That, that….you were the Lord here!”

“I suggest you explain to me what you mean by that statement, child.”

She shook her head.

“Do as I say!” he roared.

The girl yelped.

“I heard people talking about you in one of the villages. They were very cruel to me.” she swallowed hard. “They said that Guy of Gisbourne was a monster.”

He had no doubt that he certainly looked like one to this girl.

“Go on.”

“Please sir, don’t make me.”

“Do it if you wish to live.”

‘Alright. They said you were a cruel man, that you enjoyed torturing and killing people. They said you were evil, like a demon from hell.”

Guy threw back his head and laughed.

“I am no demon from hell, child, just a man. But I am cruel, do not doubt that.”

“Do you really enjoy torturing and killing people?” she whispered.

“No.” he surprised himself with that admittance. “But I have done both, and likely will again.”

“Why?”

“Because it is my job.” he shrugged.

“You should get another job.” she stated matter-of -factly.

“Probably, but as you have heard, I’m a monster.”

She regarded him with a stare that made him very uncomfortable.

“I don’t think you are, Sir. Maybe a bad man, but not a monster.”

“And what makes you think that I’m not a monster?” he growled.

“You took care of your horse. A monster wouldn’t do that.”

The logic of a child. He rose suddenly and grabbed the girl by the back of her, whatever she was wearing, and lifted her off the ground while she kicked and screamed. She connected her feet with his knee a few times as he stomped to the manor and he was pretty sure she called him a bastard whoreson at one point. Begrudgingly he admired her spirit, even as he accepted that he would have several bruises the next day.

Throwing the door to the house open, Guy strode across the hall and back to the kitchen, the child squirming the whole way. Agnes, the cook, stood from her seat, eyes wide as the Master clomped in  and dropped the child at her feet.

“Please do something about…this.” he gestured to the girl who was glaring at him from the floor. “I think it's a girl, but I can’t be sure through all that dirt and muck. A bath, a meal, some clothing and a place to sleep. Don’t take your eyes off her for a second.

“Yes my Lord.” Agnes curtsied, bemused by this turn of events.

Guy left without a backward glance, certain that his orders would be carried out. He sat in his favorite chair, staring pensively into the fire as he contemplated his current situation. His time with Vaisey needed to come to an end, for his own state of mind, and soul if he believed in such a thing. It was common knowledge that the populace hated him, but somehow it bothered him to hear it from the lips of the little girl.

It hadn’t always been this way, once he had been a loving son and brother, an eager and hopeful young man. Until the harsh realities of life had shown him the way things really were. Only the strong and merciless survived and thrived. And so he had killed that young man and allowed something dark and unrecognizable to rise in his place.

Something that Marian had hated, and been afraid of. Something everyone was afraid of, even himself.

“My Lord?”

Gisbourne shook off his thoughts to see the cook standing a few feet away.

“What is it?” Agnes had been his nurse as a child, before everything went to shit, though he was the only soul who knew that little fact. She was the only person he respected, and in turn she was loyal to a fault. Even so, she was still very cautious around him and if he’d still had a heart, that might have hurt him.

“I did as you asked, my Lord. The baggage is asleep on a cot in my room.

He nodded.

“A girl, I presume?”

Yes Sir, a half starved one with a mighty mouth on her. She certainly made her opinion about your treatment of her well-known.”

His lips curved, almost into a smile before he tightened them again.

“She’s clean, fed and comfortable. What else did she want from me?” Guy huffed, picking at his gloves.

“She said you were no gentleman to drag a lady like that.” Agnes was amused by the baffled look on the Master’s face.

Several choked sounds escaped from Guy’s lips as he tried to fight back and failed miserably. Tears were in his eyes before he could finally calm himself enough to let the mask slip back down.

“The little brat is lucky I didn’t kill her for trespassing, she should be thankful for what I’ve done.”

Agnes sighed. For a moment she had seen a glimpse of the boy she had so loved, but just as quickly it was gone. Only the angry eyes and stony expression remained in place of it.

“You are right of course, my Lord. may I ask what is to be done with her?”

“I’ll send her off tomorrow and she can resume whatever journey she thinks she is on.”

He waved Agnes away and walked back out to finish with his horse who was quite peeved with him for leaving the saddle on for so long. A sneaky apple and a good brushing changed the animal’s mood dramatically and he relished the attention lavished on him by his master. It was as Guy was closing the wooden door of the stall that he remembered the satchel the child had been carrying. It still lay on the hay where he had dropped it earlier and he decided to take it inside and look through it properly. Again, all he found was the rag doll and the green food. The latter he threw away, the former he examined closely, noting the fine workmanship despite the tears and mends. Someone had loved the doll for a long time. He wondered how it came to be in her possession, maybe she was a thief after all.

Somehow though, he doubted that. His instincts told him the child was harmless, more an annoyance than anything. Taking the doll, Guy walked through the kitchen to Agnes’s room and quietly eased the door open enough to see the sleeping form of the little girl. Fighting his desire to wake her up and interrogate her, he simply leaned in and placed the doll on the pillow beside her head.

“Tomorrow you can go back to where you came from, you little brat.” he hissed into the darkness, pulling the woolen blanket up to cover the girl’s shoulders.

He left the room and stomped upstairs muttering under his breath, never once realizing that Agnes had been awake the whole time, a sly smile on her face.

Sir Guy of Gisbourne was about to meet his match.

[lyledebeast]

It's been a minute since I've written a post about The Patriot, but what better time than the next to last day of the year while recovering from covid?

A while ago, another parallel between Benjamin Martin and the titular character in my old, bygone fandom the BBC Robin Hood occurred to me. How many times does Robin threaten to throw in the towel on being the peoples' savior for reasons that range from his love interest being murdered to some townsfolk having the audacity to hold him responsible for the consequences the Sheriff of Nottingham doles out to all of them in response to his actions? A lot of times across the show's three seasons, it turns out. And it would be one thing if the point being made was that no one can save the world alone. Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes and has to rely on their friends to pick them up. Considering that every time Robin quits, it is a friend who brings him back, that would be an excellent point to make. But it's not. It's Robin's name on the tin, and the show never lets us forget it.

Although "the patriot" technically refers to Martin's son Gabriel, it is Benjamin who is consistently presented as the movie's hero even as he is ready to give up every time something he failed to foresee happens or his solution to a problem does not immediately work. He gives up on reasoning with ALL British officers after his efforts with Colonel "Fire the house and barns" fail, resulting in massive carnage. He gives up on mounting any kind of offensive against the Green Dragoons when sends everyone home after arriving too late to save one family. He packs up to go home again after Gabriel dies. His momma raised a quitter for sure.

In some respects, the series is more grating because the arc over which the complication arises, the hero throws in the towel, his friends talk him out of it, and he eventually triumphs plays out in multiple episodes with no variation. But, there is another comparison to be made between the two. In Robin Hood, Sheriff Vaisey and Guy of Gisborne are both trying to increase their own power and wealth in different ways over the course of the series, and Robin is foiling them. Catching Robin is not the end goal for these antagonists that catching Martin becomes for Colonel Tavington. And Tavington, unlike his historical inspiration Banastre Tarleton, never gives up in all the months he spends in this pursuit. His response when General Cornwallis berates him for his failure to deliver Martin is simply "Thus far."

The final fight between him and Martin provides a particularly stark contrast. Tavington, by that point, has been violently thrown from his horse (deceased) and shot in the arm by Martin, not to mention that he is still recovering from being shot in the side by Gabriel a few days earlier. He doesn't care. He picks himself up, literally. He tells himself "Be Gay and Carry On," or "Keep Calm and do Crimes," and he attacks. Initially, he and Martin are evenly matched, and Tavington takes some more damage. He decks Martin in the face and slashes him with his saber. Martin, outraged, head-butts him and stabs him in the tit. Again, Tavington doesn't care. He is a bad bitch, and this is a typical Tuesday in the British Army. He rallies and slashes Martin on the back and legs and . . . that's pretty much the end of the fight as a fight.

(I must make an aside here that I was adamant at the outset of writing this that as soon as Tavington touched Martin, he was done. Martin was How Very Dare You? Don't You Know Who I Am? and just falls apart. That isn't quite true, but he certainly doesn't have the resilience of someone who has not had triumph handed to him again and again. Rewatch the source material when you write meta, folks.)

After punching Martin in the face and slashing his arm, Tavington, who has been fighting with only his saber up to this point, drops to one knee, picks up the bayonet that eventually ends up going through his neck, and rises with a menacing grin. Apparently, he wants to be evenly matched with Martin more than he wants to take advantage of Martin's loopiness from having been hit for the first time in twenty years with something more than an emotional blow. The slut. Of course, what also happens is that he gives Martin an opportunity to recover that Martin certainly does not give him (conduct of a gentleman be damned). And as we all know, it's certainly not the last time this happens.

Both of these low-pain-and-disappointment-tolerant heroes have the reputation of being great fighters, but I feel confident in saying Robin deserves his far more. Pretty much every time someone gains the upper hand over him, that person is fighting dirty. In The Patriot, let's be honest. Benjamin Martin is the dirty fighter here. He is very good at jumping out from behind trees to kill people who didn't know he was there one second before, but he sure as hell can't take a hit. Ultimately, his triumph is even more annoying than Robin's for several reasons. Robin's longsuffering, under-appreciated friends are usually able to get his ass back on track before peasant casualties accumulate iirc. Martin's inaction contributes significantly to the movie's very high civilian body count. For this reason, along with his being a bitch of a completely different kind than Tavington, Martin does not deserve to be bailed out of situations where he is so ready to embrace defeat. Moreover, I think Tavington deserved a little bit of triumph. Not too much; he is a child-murdering war criminal. But he deserved to take Martin out with him. He certainly worked a lot harder for it than Martin did.

[fantasiesandfolklore]

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

@blackarrcw

“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.

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

The Pirates of Sherwood

by Sneetlejuice

Stede Bonnet and the crew of The Revenge have docked in England after narrowly escaping Viking pirates in the North Sea. Having heard all about Nottingham’s fearsome noble-turned-outlaw Robin Hood, Stede is on a mission to find him, to learn from him and to help him steal from the rich and give to the poor, but is he up to the challenge?

The crew trade in their sea-fairing ways for forest living and swap their swords for bows however, not everyone is happy to give up their old life and some wonder if there are alliances to be made within the walls of Nottingham Castle.

Words: 1983, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Robin Hood (BBC 2006)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Multi

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands, Jim Jimenez, Oluwande Boodhari, Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Wee John Feeney, Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Buttons (Our Flag Means Death), Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death), Robin Hood, Guy of Gisborne, Marian of Knighton, Sheriff Vaisey of Nottingham, Much (Robin Hood BBC 2006), Little John, Will Scarlett, Allan-a-Dale, Djaq (Robin Hood BBC 2006)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Guy of Gisborne/Marian of Knighton, Marian of Knighton/Robin of Locksley, Marian of Knighton/Mary Bonnet, Allan-a-Dale/Lucius Spriggs, Wee John Feeney/Frenchie

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Alternate Universe - Medieval, This takes place in Nottingham, and Sherwood Forest, the crew are now in the 1100's because I say so

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47156260

[wonderbatforever]

DEAR ROBIN HOOD FELLAS,

I proudly declare that “The Master At Arms” is finally out, on this Guyday and I can’t contain my excitement!

You’ll find it in Wattpad, Ao3, and Fanfiction.net under the username WonderWomanForEver. For you, fellow Greeks, there’s also a Greek version of it (solely in Wattpad though).

I really hope you like it, it meets your expectations and I am literally begging you for some constructive criticism because I sincerely can’t judge whether I write in character or not... Anyway, enjoy it and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR CONTINUAL SUPPORT!!!

@rosemunds @puggledy-huggledy-is-not-a-pig @thorntoncrusadepost @dumbassunderthemountain @chaoticbitheatrekid @songsoficeandcj @let-djaqsayfuck @knights-of-sherwood-forest @guyofgisbourne @nfcomics @sunflowers-insherwood

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 37th Tilt (Final Tilt of This Round)

Elrond Half-elven, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) VS. Thranduil, the Elvenking, The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Propaganda

Elrond Half-elven, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Portrayed by: Hugo Weaving Defeated Opponents: - Elrond Half-Elven [Robert Aramayo], The Rings of Power (2022-) - King Henry V Plantagenet [Laurence Olivier], Henry V (1944)

"Elrond is arguably THE wisest guy around. Elrond knows what to do. Everybody knows that, which is why EVERYONE comes to Elrond for advice. That in itself is pretty sexy. On top of all that, could they possibly have cast him better? Like Hugo Weaving is so… otherworldly looking. He really excellently encapsulates how the elves are supposed to look neither old nor young. And if possible, he only looks better in The Hobbit?"

Thranduil, the Elvenking, The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014) Portrayed by: Lee Pace Defeated Opponents: - Vaisey, Sheriff of Nottingham[Keith Allan], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009) - Asbjörn [Tom Hopper], Northmen: A Viking Saga (2014)

“He's such a bitch and I like him so much. THE blond bitch, old as hell and annoyed about everything. Willing to leave the dwarves in the dungeons to rot claiming he's patient but is not at all patient for an immortal. Also really pretty.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Elrond:

"Look, did they absolutely ruin Elrond’s character in the Lord of The Rings movies? Yes, absolutely. That is not Hugo Weaving’s fault. He put his whole elfussy into that performance with what he was given and he deserves to win"

For Thranduil:

[timeladyjamie]

BBC Robin Hood Valentine’s made by Me - PART 2

Team Castle/Villains Edition

Outlaws || Extras

[swiftlystella]

What Bbc Robin Hood characters would say if you asked their pronounce

Robin : “he/him I guess”

Marian : “she/her, thank you for asking :)”

Allan : “he/him, thanks for asking mate 😁”

Guy : “oh nobody ever asked me this, but he/him please”

Much : “he/they, thank you sm for asking 🥺”

Djaq : “she/they, thank you for asking :))”

Roy : “ I’ve heard about this, he/him I think then”

John : “what is that ?? *you tell him* ohhh he/him then 😄”

Will : “he/him please ☺️”

Isabella : “she/her, please”

Vaisey : “nor/mal hahahahaha”

Idk if I got them all just add more if you want :))

[joyfulmagic]

@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.

[timeladyjamie]

Matilda is just wonderful. We should have seen more of her.

2x05 - Ducking and Diving Robin Hood Re-Watch