Three drabbles for Hoodland
Well, two drabbles and a longer drabble for hoodland. The first was the challenge to write a fic about "Five times Much didn't understand a euphemism" or "Four times Much didn't understand a euphemism and one time that he did". The other two were for the drabble challenge and each are exactly 100 words. The two 100 words drabbles have minor innuendos and hints to sexual activities. You don't know who they're about until the end.
Title: So Much in a Name
Rating: PG-13?
Words: 164
Prompt: Four times Much didn't understand a euphemism and one time he did.
A/N: I'm not a big fan of euphemisms myself, to be honest, and this is result.
SO MUCH IN A NAME
When the soldiers seized Much and the sheriff grinningly called him 'Mulch', he wondered if the sheriff had some problems pronouncing his name.
When Much, some months later, heard the sheriff proclaiming him 'Lord Much', he realised that the sheriff had no problem saying his name at all, but the contempt was the same.
When Royston called him 'Lavendar Boy' a day when Much hadn't been able to bathe for several weeks, he wondered if the old ale Royston had insisted on drinking had addled with his brain.
When Robin yelled 'Much!' in that special tone, Much wondered why Robin hated him now, when it had always been him and Master before.
When Robin was about to go into the forest and meet his death alone, he insisted on holding Much tighter than ever and making sure he was the very last person he said farewell to. The way Robin said 'Much' made him realise that to Robin, the name Much was a euphemism for the word love.
~fin~
Title: Tiny Truths and Their Results
Rating: PG for hints about sexual activities.
Words: 100
A/N: I had a weird plot bunny once that didn't turn into a fic, but eventually into this drabble instead. In my head is a whole story about the implications to this scenario.
TINY TRUTHS AND THEIR RESULTS
Her secret was greater than the expected child alone. He was defiant, claiming it impossible; there had been too long a time since -
"I sneaked in when you were lying ill at Locksley. Do you not remember anything?"
He looked scared. Why scared? She had made herself believe the lie, because she so desperately wanted it to be true.
In truth, she had tried to visit; not understanding why a sickbed was so heavily guarded.
"The physician saw me leaving."
That much was true. He had shooed her off.
“Very well... What do you want?" his voice controlled.
She smiled.
~fin~
Title: First For Everything
Rating: PG for hints about sexual activities.
Words: 100
A/N: Do all men want the same thing? ;-) This drabble won second place, YAY!
FIRST FOR EVERYTHING
She could do this. Seeing her mother starve tore her heart out, but they had no-one else to turn to. There were no heroes doing unselfish deeds for starving people and girls in distress. Men always wanted something in return.
“Well, my dear!” he said and crept closer behind her. She steeled herself but was relieved when a chinking velvet pouch dangled before her vision. “What are you prepared to do? Hm? Give me a clue...”
“Anything, mylord,” she said and started unlacing her blouse.
The sheriff laughed. “Ah, Eve... That would indeed make you the first woman!”
~fin~
Title: So Much in a Name
Rating: PG-13?
Words: 164
Prompt: Four times Much didn't understand a euphemism and one time he did.
A/N: I'm not a big fan of euphemisms myself, to be honest, and this is result.
SO MUCH IN A NAME
When the soldiers seized Much and the sheriff grinningly called him 'Mulch', he wondered if the sheriff had some problems pronouncing his name.
When Much, some months later, heard the sheriff proclaiming him 'Lord Much', he realised that the sheriff had no problem saying his name at all, but the contempt was the same.
When Royston called him 'Lavendar Boy' a day when Much hadn't been able to bathe for several weeks, he wondered if the old ale Royston had insisted on drinking had addled with his brain.
When Robin yelled 'Much!' in that special tone, Much wondered why Robin hated him now, when it had always been him and Master before.
When Robin was about to go into the forest and meet his death alone, he insisted on holding Much tighter than ever and making sure he was the very last person he said farewell to. The way Robin said 'Much' made him realise that to Robin, the name Much was a euphemism for the word love.
~fin~
Title: Tiny Truths and Their Results
Rating: PG for hints about sexual activities.
Words: 100
A/N: I had a weird plot bunny once that didn't turn into a fic, but eventually into this drabble instead. In my head is a whole story about the implications to this scenario.
TINY TRUTHS AND THEIR RESULTS
Her secret was greater than the expected child alone. He was defiant, claiming it impossible; there had been too long a time since -
"I sneaked in when you were lying ill at Locksley. Do you not remember anything?"
He looked scared. Why scared? She had made herself believe the lie, because she so desperately wanted it to be true.
In truth, she had tried to visit; not understanding why a sickbed was so heavily guarded.
"The physician saw me leaving."
That much was true. He had shooed her off.
“Very well... What do you want?" his voice controlled.
She smiled.
~fin~
Title: First For Everything
Rating: PG for hints about sexual activities.
Words: 100
A/N: Do all men want the same thing? ;-) This drabble won second place, YAY!
FIRST FOR EVERYTHING
She could do this. Seeing her mother starve tore her heart out, but they had no-one else to turn to. There were no heroes doing unselfish deeds for starving people and girls in distress. Men always wanted something in return.
“Well, my dear!” he said and crept closer behind her. She steeled herself but was relieved when a chinking velvet pouch dangled before her vision. “What are you prepared to do? Hm? Give me a clue...”
“Anything, mylord,” she said and started unlacing her blouse.
The sheriff laughed. “Ah, Eve... That would indeed make you the first woman!”
~fin~