Fic Meme
I wrote my first meme from robinhoodbbc!
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Title: First Times
Author: sportadork07
Rating: PG-13 to R-ish(T to M-ish)
Warning: 4 counts of virginity loss and 1 count of non-con
Prompt: first time
Summary: Allan started it all....and the plot bunnies soon took over
First Times
By: sportadork07
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Robin Hood.
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Author's Note: This is after 1.04 but before 1.05. (No Roy or D'jaq)
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It was Allan that started it. They were all sitting around the campfire after supper. Much was collecting the dishes to be washed.
"I remember my first time like it was yesterday," he commented.
Just out of the blue, like that.
"'Er name was Mary. Or Elizabeth," added Allan, with a slight frown, "it might 'ave been Violet."
He shook his head and continued. "'Er name is not important. I was thirteen and she was visitin' 'er grandfather across the field. We 'ad a good romp under 'er grandfather's cherry trees. Wot 'bout you guys?"
There was a slight pause and then Little John spoke.
"It was hayin' season, en I went in a hay stack wid Emma, a girl on a neighborin' farm. I was fifteen, mebbe sixteen," he said, "no others til Alice."
Will coughed and mumbled he hasn't had a first time-yet. Allan thought that was hilarious. Will blushed scarlet.
"Don't laugh at him," scorned Much.
"I bet you 'aven't 'ad a first time, neither," said Allan.
"I have so!" protested Much.
"I don't believe you," said Allan.
"Well, I have," retorted Much.
"Alright, let's 'ave it, then," challenged Allan.
"I was fifteen," said Much, "and I followed one of the servant girls into the barn at Locksley."
"What was 'er name?" asked Allan.
"Hilla," said Much, smugly, "her name was Hilla."
Allan let it go.
"Wot 'bout you, Robin?" asked Allan, "wot was yours like?"
"There's nothing to tell," said Robin.
"Come on," whined Allan, "we've all told ours! Your turn now!"
Much looked over at Robin with a wide-eyed stare. Robin did not say a word for a few moments.
"I was sixteen and curious," said Robin, quietly, "so, I went to a certain house and was 'educated' by one of the women. She said her name was Fionnuala."
"Wow," was all Allan could say to that.
"I never knew that," said Much, in surprise.
***
There was a good reason why Much had never heard that story before. It wasn't true. Robin had made the entire story up. He didn't want anyone to know of the real story. Not even Much, or especially, Marian. He was fourteen, not sixteen, and he hadn't visited a brothel out of curiousity, or at all. He didn't know a whore named Fionnuala. He remembered it all too clearlly.
He'd snuck off to Nottingham Town late one night. He hadn't got very far, when he was grabbed from behind and shoved into a dark alley. He was pressed face first into a wall of the alley, a strong hand on his back, holding him still. The other hand pulled down his leggings. Robin was very afraid and asked to be let go. The man behind him did not answer, but pulled down his own leggings and nudged Robin's legs further apart with his foot. The boy was even more panicked now and again requested to be released. He would not beg. He cried out, as he was roughly entered. The man had an iron grip on his slim hips. When the man was through, he pulled up his leggings and left the alley, without a single word to the boy sobbing and bleeding on the ground. When he was alone, Robin stood, pulled his leggings back up and headed back home. Shame burned its way through his body and mind.
He resolved never to tell anyone of it, and he never did. He hardly ever thought about it anymore. He liked to pretend the Fionnuala story was true.
(End)
( fake cut to original meme )
Title: First Times
Author: sportadork07
Rating: PG-13 to R-ish(T to M-ish)
Warning: 4 counts of virginity loss and 1 count of non-con
Prompt: first time
Summary: Allan started it all....and the plot bunnies soon took over
First Times
By: sportadork07
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Robin Hood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note: This is after 1.04 but before 1.05. (No Roy or D'jaq)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was Allan that started it. They were all sitting around the campfire after supper. Much was collecting the dishes to be washed.
"I remember my first time like it was yesterday," he commented.
Just out of the blue, like that.
"'Er name was Mary. Or Elizabeth," added Allan, with a slight frown, "it might 'ave been Violet."
He shook his head and continued. "'Er name is not important. I was thirteen and she was visitin' 'er grandfather across the field. We 'ad a good romp under 'er grandfather's cherry trees. Wot 'bout you guys?"
There was a slight pause and then Little John spoke.
"It was hayin' season, en I went in a hay stack wid Emma, a girl on a neighborin' farm. I was fifteen, mebbe sixteen," he said, "no others til Alice."
Will coughed and mumbled he hasn't had a first time-yet. Allan thought that was hilarious. Will blushed scarlet.
"Don't laugh at him," scorned Much.
"I bet you 'aven't 'ad a first time, neither," said Allan.
"I have so!" protested Much.
"I don't believe you," said Allan.
"Well, I have," retorted Much.
"Alright, let's 'ave it, then," challenged Allan.
"I was fifteen," said Much, "and I followed one of the servant girls into the barn at Locksley."
"What was 'er name?" asked Allan.
"Hilla," said Much, smugly, "her name was Hilla."
Allan let it go.
"Wot 'bout you, Robin?" asked Allan, "wot was yours like?"
"There's nothing to tell," said Robin.
"Come on," whined Allan, "we've all told ours! Your turn now!"
Much looked over at Robin with a wide-eyed stare. Robin did not say a word for a few moments.
"I was sixteen and curious," said Robin, quietly, "so, I went to a certain house and was 'educated' by one of the women. She said her name was Fionnuala."
"Wow," was all Allan could say to that.
"I never knew that," said Much, in surprise.
***
There was a good reason why Much had never heard that story before. It wasn't true. Robin had made the entire story up. He didn't want anyone to know of the real story. Not even Much, or especially, Marian. He was fourteen, not sixteen, and he hadn't visited a brothel out of curiousity, or at all. He didn't know a whore named Fionnuala. He remembered it all too clearlly.
He'd snuck off to Nottingham Town late one night. He hadn't got very far, when he was grabbed from behind and shoved into a dark alley. He was pressed face first into a wall of the alley, a strong hand on his back, holding him still. The other hand pulled down his leggings. Robin was very afraid and asked to be let go. The man behind him did not answer, but pulled down his own leggings and nudged Robin's legs further apart with his foot. The boy was even more panicked now and again requested to be released. He would not beg. He cried out, as he was roughly entered. The man had an iron grip on his slim hips. When the man was through, he pulled up his leggings and left the alley, without a single word to the boy sobbing and bleeding on the ground. When he was alone, Robin stood, pulled his leggings back up and headed back home. Shame burned its way through his body and mind.
He resolved never to tell anyone of it, and he never did. He hardly ever thought about it anymore. He liked to pretend the Fionnuala story was true.
(End)