Robin Hood Fic: 2 and 1 pt 1
Two things he’d die if she said, and one he’d die to hear.
Part the First
Fandom: Robin Hood
Ships: Will/Djaq with implied Djaq/Allan and Djaq/OC
Genre: First two parts are angstfests, and the third is just cute happy fluff. There is a fourth deleted scene-style part too which is just pure crack.
Summary: There is one that Djaq loves more than the others. Three ways the scene from the episode 12 trailer could go.
Spoilers: Only for the season 2 episode 12 trailer
Rating: Safe
Warnings: Suggest Character Death
I had so much trouble writing the first two parts of this. I just couldn’t make Djaq falling in love with anyone but Will believable. Writing this story, especially this first chapter, made my heart constrict. I found that I couldn’t do it to poor old Will.
This story’s also a little redundant now, seeing that the BBC gave us a great christmas present of pretty screencaps, but still. Enjoy!
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“Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. We are trusting Allan?” Much threw his arms in the air. “Am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?”
Allan rolled his eyes. “I’m not bein’ funny mate, but what choice do you have? Have you thought of another way out of this barn? I don’t think so.”
“I don’t like it,” Much insisted, crossing his arms and shaking his head adamantly.
“I don’t like it either, Much,” Robin said as he placed an assuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But we really do have no other option.” He turned to the rest of his gang. Little John stood to the side, leaning on his staff, Will and Djaq behind him.
“I don’t trust him,” John said gruffly. “But there is no other way.”
Robin nodded. “Will? Djaq?”
Neither responded. Allan looked to them, his eyes pleading. Will turned to Djaq, waiting for her opinion.
Djaq took a deep breath. “We do it.” Will nodded in agreement.
“Right!” Much exclaimed. “It’s official! You’ve all lost your minds!”
“Now I can only keep them distracted for a few minutes, so keep to the shadows and -” Allan was interrupted by the blade of Will’s axe placed firmly in front of his face.
“You betray us again, you get any of us killed, and you’ll be sorry,” Will said, his voice low and hard.
Allan sighed, heartbroken at the thought of what he had done to a friendship that once could have outlasted anything, and slipped out the door. As he reached the line of mercenaries besieging the barn, he grinned. “Well, it’s look like I’ve worked out a deal,” he said before gasping and drawing the men’s attention to the forest behind them. “Did you see that?”
With the incredibly gullible soldiers distracted for a moment, the gang ran out of the barn. Robin took the lead, with Much and Little John close behind. As Will ran out the door, one of the mercenaries turned back in time to see the escape attempt.
“’Ere! They’re tryin’ to escape!”
Two arrows slammed into the wall beside Will’s head. Djaq grabbed him from behind and pulled him back inside as a third arrow narrowly missed him.
“That was close,” Will gasped after they slammed the door back closed again.
“Too close,” Djaq agreed.
They heard Allan yelling hurried instructions to the mercenaries outside.
“How does he do that?” Will wondered, watching the men outside run around in a frenzy, trying to find Robin and the others.
“Self-preservation,” Djaq answered sadly.
“What do we do now?” Will asked.
“We wait.”
Will sat down and threw his axe to the ground. “For what?”
Djaq remained standing by the wall, watching Allan. “I don’t know.”
~~~^~~~
It took the soldiers outside a full hour to discover that they had lost Robin Hood. Twelve of the fifteen men had gone to search the forest, leaving only the three archers and Allan outside. Night had fallen and the men had lit torches. Will and Djaq peered through the cracks.
“That’s one each,” Djaq commented.
“Only if Allan helps,” Will said. “Which he might not.”
“Why do you doubt him so quickly?”
“Why do you always jump to his defense?” Will checked himself. “I’m sorry. I just hate this waiting.”
Djaq lightly touched his arm in comfort. “I know.”
At her touch, Will turned to her. “Djaq, there’s something I need to say.”
Djaq avoiding catching Will’s eye. “Can it wait till we’re out of here?”
He shook his head. “No. Not really. I mean, yes, I’ve already waited this long, but… if we don’t get out of here, I wanted you to know -”
Djaq took hold of his shoulders. “Will do not say such things. Three men, that is all. If it weren’t for their bows we would already be out of here.”
Will took her hands in his. “Please. Let me say this.”
“Let me say something first,” Djaq pleaded. Will looked down and nodded, frustration jerking his movements.
Djaq knelt on the ground, pulling Will down with her. “I have been living with you all for a long time now, and I have grown to love you all.”
Will nodded, unsure of whether this was good or bad news.
“But there is one that I love… more than the others,” Djaq said, her voice attempting to show what she was trying to say without having to use the words she knew would break his heart.
Will looked up, confusion and fear playing across his features.
Djaq took a deep breath. “And Will, I’m so sorry. It’s not you.”
Will remained silent, but just watched her with eyes silently filling with sorrow.
Djaq winced. “Will -”
“Is it Allan?” His voice was cracking.
Djaq bowed her head and said nothing.
Will’s heart exploded. His face contorted in pain as the tears burst forth, his mouth forming a manic grin as he attempted to cover the absolute despair settling in on him. Djaq knelt quietly, unsure of whether to reach out and comfort him or not.
As soon as he regained his composure, Will stood, pulling his axe up with him. Avoiding looking at Djaq at all, he turned to face the door, his face set in stone.
Djaq stood warily. “Will, what are you doing?”
He didn’t turn. “I’m getting you out of here. I’m getting you back to him.”
“Will, it’s suicide, don’t do it!” Djaq cried and grabbed his arm. He shook her off, knocking her to the ground. As he took hold of the door, he turned back to her.
“I would have crossed the world to be with you,” he said. “I would have done anything you ever asked of me. I would have left everything, betrayed my friends, my family, my country if it meant one more moment by your side. A life without your love is meaningless.”
Tears welled in Djaq’s eyes. “Will, please…”
Will pulled open the door, and stepped out to cries of warning from the soldiers outside. As they drew their bows back, preparing to fire, he turned back for a moment and looked her in the eye.
“I love you, Djaq.”
~~~^~~~
Part the First
Fandom: Robin Hood
Ships: Will/Djaq with implied Djaq/Allan and Djaq/OC
Genre: First two parts are angstfests, and the third is just cute happy fluff. There is a fourth deleted scene-style part too which is just pure crack.
Summary: There is one that Djaq loves more than the others. Three ways the scene from the episode 12 trailer could go.
Spoilers: Only for the season 2 episode 12 trailer
Rating: Safe
Warnings: Suggest Character Death
I had so much trouble writing the first two parts of this. I just couldn’t make Djaq falling in love with anyone but Will believable. Writing this story, especially this first chapter, made my heart constrict. I found that I couldn’t do it to poor old Will.
This story’s also a little redundant now, seeing that the BBC gave us a great christmas present of pretty screencaps, but still. Enjoy!
~~~^~~~
“Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. We are trusting Allan?” Much threw his arms in the air. “Am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?”
Allan rolled his eyes. “I’m not bein’ funny mate, but what choice do you have? Have you thought of another way out of this barn? I don’t think so.”
“I don’t like it,” Much insisted, crossing his arms and shaking his head adamantly.
“I don’t like it either, Much,” Robin said as he placed an assuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But we really do have no other option.” He turned to the rest of his gang. Little John stood to the side, leaning on his staff, Will and Djaq behind him.
“I don’t trust him,” John said gruffly. “But there is no other way.”
Robin nodded. “Will? Djaq?”
Neither responded. Allan looked to them, his eyes pleading. Will turned to Djaq, waiting for her opinion.
Djaq took a deep breath. “We do it.” Will nodded in agreement.
“Right!” Much exclaimed. “It’s official! You’ve all lost your minds!”
“Now I can only keep them distracted for a few minutes, so keep to the shadows and -” Allan was interrupted by the blade of Will’s axe placed firmly in front of his face.
“You betray us again, you get any of us killed, and you’ll be sorry,” Will said, his voice low and hard.
Allan sighed, heartbroken at the thought of what he had done to a friendship that once could have outlasted anything, and slipped out the door. As he reached the line of mercenaries besieging the barn, he grinned. “Well, it’s look like I’ve worked out a deal,” he said before gasping and drawing the men’s attention to the forest behind them. “Did you see that?”
With the incredibly gullible soldiers distracted for a moment, the gang ran out of the barn. Robin took the lead, with Much and Little John close behind. As Will ran out the door, one of the mercenaries turned back in time to see the escape attempt.
“’Ere! They’re tryin’ to escape!”
Two arrows slammed into the wall beside Will’s head. Djaq grabbed him from behind and pulled him back inside as a third arrow narrowly missed him.
“That was close,” Will gasped after they slammed the door back closed again.
“Too close,” Djaq agreed.
They heard Allan yelling hurried instructions to the mercenaries outside.
“How does he do that?” Will wondered, watching the men outside run around in a frenzy, trying to find Robin and the others.
“Self-preservation,” Djaq answered sadly.
“What do we do now?” Will asked.
“We wait.”
Will sat down and threw his axe to the ground. “For what?”
Djaq remained standing by the wall, watching Allan. “I don’t know.”
~~~^~~~
It took the soldiers outside a full hour to discover that they had lost Robin Hood. Twelve of the fifteen men had gone to search the forest, leaving only the three archers and Allan outside. Night had fallen and the men had lit torches. Will and Djaq peered through the cracks.
“That’s one each,” Djaq commented.
“Only if Allan helps,” Will said. “Which he might not.”
“Why do you doubt him so quickly?”
“Why do you always jump to his defense?” Will checked himself. “I’m sorry. I just hate this waiting.”
Djaq lightly touched his arm in comfort. “I know.”
At her touch, Will turned to her. “Djaq, there’s something I need to say.”
Djaq avoiding catching Will’s eye. “Can it wait till we’re out of here?”
He shook his head. “No. Not really. I mean, yes, I’ve already waited this long, but… if we don’t get out of here, I wanted you to know -”
Djaq took hold of his shoulders. “Will do not say such things. Three men, that is all. If it weren’t for their bows we would already be out of here.”
Will took her hands in his. “Please. Let me say this.”
“Let me say something first,” Djaq pleaded. Will looked down and nodded, frustration jerking his movements.
Djaq knelt on the ground, pulling Will down with her. “I have been living with you all for a long time now, and I have grown to love you all.”
Will nodded, unsure of whether this was good or bad news.
“But there is one that I love… more than the others,” Djaq said, her voice attempting to show what she was trying to say without having to use the words she knew would break his heart.
Will looked up, confusion and fear playing across his features.
Djaq took a deep breath. “And Will, I’m so sorry. It’s not you.”
Will remained silent, but just watched her with eyes silently filling with sorrow.
Djaq winced. “Will -”
“Is it Allan?” His voice was cracking.
Djaq bowed her head and said nothing.
Will’s heart exploded. His face contorted in pain as the tears burst forth, his mouth forming a manic grin as he attempted to cover the absolute despair settling in on him. Djaq knelt quietly, unsure of whether to reach out and comfort him or not.
As soon as he regained his composure, Will stood, pulling his axe up with him. Avoiding looking at Djaq at all, he turned to face the door, his face set in stone.
Djaq stood warily. “Will, what are you doing?”
He didn’t turn. “I’m getting you out of here. I’m getting you back to him.”
“Will, it’s suicide, don’t do it!” Djaq cried and grabbed his arm. He shook her off, knocking her to the ground. As he took hold of the door, he turned back to her.
“I would have crossed the world to be with you,” he said. “I would have done anything you ever asked of me. I would have left everything, betrayed my friends, my family, my country if it meant one more moment by your side. A life without your love is meaningless.”
Tears welled in Djaq’s eyes. “Will, please…”
Will pulled open the door, and stepped out to cries of warning from the soldiers outside. As they drew their bows back, preparing to fire, he turned back for a moment and looked her in the eye.
“I love you, Djaq.”
~~~^~~~