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lolabobs had a birthday a while back and she asked for Robin Hood drabbles. Sorry for the angst darling…
Robin Hood – Much/Robin – PG-13
(This is a sort of a coda to if you are the rhyme and i the refrain)
Caesura
(prompt: Much taking control)
“Robin.”
He hadn’t expected to hear that tone again, not this soon. Robin freezes on the edge of the fire.
He starts to turn around but a grip on his arm holds him still. “Don’t,” Much says. “This will be easier if I’m not looking at you.”
Robin shifts, wary. He’s still sore from earlier.
“Today was the last time.”
Robin wants to argue because it had been the first time since the
“I can’t, Robin. Not like this.”
They are out of options then. Because Robin can’t either. Not any other way.
Robin Hood – implied Guy/Robin – PG-13
Impromptu
(prompt: power)
He should have run when he had the chance. But Robin is tired of daring escapes, of leaving things unfinished.
“Still here, Hood?” Gisbourne spits blood onto the floor, getting to his feet slowly.
Robin eyes the door, thinks he could still make it, decides not to try. “Looks like.”
This is not how they do things. They wage their war from a distance, through other people, in front of an audience, not like this; confined and private and unscripted.
Gisbourne takes a step closer, fists clenching. Robin feels the control slip away from both of them.
Anything could happen.
Robin Hood – Gen – PG-13
Deal
(prompts: Sheriff & Much, it's all about Robin)
The hands smell like rose water, cradling Much’s face between them. “He won’t last long. You know it. You can hear it.”
Much does. The sounds of the dungeon burrow under his skin at night like poison, like grief.
“You can make it stop. Save your Master. Isn’t that your duty, hmm?” The Sheriff fists Much’s hair, lifting his head. “What do you say, old boy? You give me what I want and—”
“The camp.” Much looks the Sheriff straight in the eye. Every breath is a struggle. “I’ll show you.”
Down the hall, Robin screams again; wordless and hoarse.
Read razorxrosary 's coda: Battlefield
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on 2008-02-10 01:38 pm (UTC)The last one killed me.
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on 2008-02-10 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2008-02-10 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-02-10 01:39 pm (UTC)Down the hall, Robin screams again; wordless and hoarse.
AOUFHOUGHOFGHRUHOHNJGB!! MUCH! ROBIN! /o\!
I was in the middle of eating brunch when I read these, and by the time I got to the end of last one, I was sitting there with a hash brown halfway to my mouth, just staring. (The image of the last one is going to haunt my nightmares, I hope you know).
p.s. guess what I have for you.
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on 2008-02-10 08:41 pm (UTC)But thank you anyway. Getting an emotional reaction out of readers is a win in my books.
I SAW OMG!!!!! Haven't read yet because I need to eat my dinner first because I'm afraid it would be messy if I tried to chew and squee at the same time.
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on 2008-02-10 10:06 pm (UTC)Seriously. I can't stop thinking about that last image. I always had this idea in my head of Much being captured by the Sheriff and Robin trying desperately to save him, but I think your one is better/worse, depending on how you look at it. I DEMAND FOLLOW UP ANGSTY H/C. *slams fist on table*
It's okay; take your time. I'm only popping in to answer this comment because the BAFTAs are on intermission. Um. Hi!
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on 2008-02-10 11:02 pm (UTC)You're welcome to write follow up angsty h/c to your heart's content. *nodnod*
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on 2008-02-10 11:24 pm (UTC)DON'T TEMPT ME D:
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on 2008-02-10 02:06 pm (UTC)I agree with
♥
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on 2008-02-10 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-02-10 04:38 pm (UTC)Dear God.
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on 2008-02-10 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-02-11 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2008-02-10 07:15 pm (UTC)These are fab - and whilst I too gulp at the woe and sorrow that is present in the last of these, it is the second that is really speaking to me. Love it, Love them, Love you.
Thank You x x x
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on 2008-02-10 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-02-10 10:46 pm (UTC)(No worries about the angst btw - love me a bit of angst!)
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on 2008-02-10 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-02-10 11:14 pm (UTC)Also, your icon is the most awesome thing ever. Seriously. ♥
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on 2008-02-11 10:39 am (UTC)I can't take credit for the icon and sadly can't even tell you who made it :( But yes, it is indeed awesome and never fails to make me grin.
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on 2008-02-11 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-07 10:12 pm (UTC)“The camp.” Much looks the Sheriff straight in the eye. Every breath is a struggle. “I’ll show you.”
Down the hall, Robin screams again; wordless and hoarse.
Wahhhhh!
*Runs away with Much/Carter/Robin to his happyplace*
Disturbing and dark. Love it!
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on 2009-01-08 08:03 am (UTC)