It Has A 6 In It, But Not 6,000
Title: New Year's Dream
Author: Me
lost_in_fiction
Characters: Robin, Marian, Allan, Will, Djaq, Much with mentions of the Sheriff and Gisbourne
Pairings: Robin/Marian, Will/Djaq
Warning: E
Spoilers: 2x13
Prompt: Resolution
A/N: This is slightly emo-rific hidden with a merry beginning.
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The end of the hectic year had come, and the next was certain to be as hectic as the last. The outlaws sat close to their fire to ward away the winter chills. A flask of wine was being passed round the group. Djaq handed it straight over to Will, not wanting to drink any more than she already had. Will took a small swig deciding that this was his last too. While handing the flask onto Allan, who took a hearty gulp, Will shared a small smile with Djaq.
When the flask got round to Robin, he made a toast. “Here’s to another year of terrorising the Sheriff.” He was a little drunk and his words slurred. He looked round at his friends, who seconded the toast. Things were good. Allan was back, Will and Djaq never looked happier. Even Much didn’t have anything to moan about. The woman he loved sat beside him, the horrors of the Holy Land behind them all.
He and Marian were married. They had the rest of their lives together without having to worry about Gisbourne. He wouldn’t try anything now Marian was Lady Marian of Locksley. She would be when Robin’s titles were restored. But for now she was even more untouchable as Marian Hood.
His wife smiled lovingly at him. “Here’s to another year together.” She said taking the wine flask from him. Even in the half light cast by the flames, Marian was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Right, resolutions!” Much exclaimed, sounding merry indeed.
“I’m not being funny but what?” Allan asked, laughing slightly.
Much pouted, feeling cheeked that no one understood what he meant. “Resolutions! It’s the New Year, we have to say something we want to change and stick to it.” A chuckle rippled through the camp. “I’ll start.” Much said indignantly. “My resolution is to talk less.” A cry of disbelief rose in the camp. “What! You all think I talk too much, so my resolution is to talk less.”
“I’m not being funny, but you ain’t never going to keep that!” Allan laughed as Much folded his arms in a huff.
“Maybe your resolution should be to not say ‘I’m not being funny’.” Djaq teased as she sat closer to Will. The group continued to laugh more at Allan’s flustered reply.
Robin watched his gang like a proud father. They’d had their ups and downs, but they always made it through. They always made it through... They always made it through…
The words resounded round his head as Robin awoke. He sat gulping in the air. There was no fire casting a warm glow on the intimidating trees. There were no laughing outlaws, just Much’s snores filling the air. Allan was back, but Will and Djaq were nowhere to be seen. They were in the Holy Land living out the rest of their days in peace. And Marian… the only times she was ever by his side was in his dreams. True they were married and true Gisbourne was no longer a problem… but she was gone. Forever. Left there to rot in the sands. Next to Carter.
It was wrong. She should have been buried next to him. Though all Robin could think about as he carried her limp body down the hill was how she wasn’t going to be around. Marian should have been buried in English soil, but it was too late now.
He cast a look up to the heavens and saw her face in the clouds that hung over. “Goodnight my Love. I pray we meet again sooner rather than later.” He lay back down, though his eyes didn’t shut. He lay looking at the cloud that was Marian, watching it until it no longer resembled her face.
Nottingham just wasn’t the same anymore.
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Author: Me
lost_in_fiction
Characters: Robin, Marian, Allan, Will, Djaq, Much with mentions of the Sheriff and Gisbourne
Pairings: Robin/Marian, Will/Djaq
Warning: E
Spoilers: 2x13
Prompt: Resolution
A/N: This is slightly emo-rific hidden with a merry beginning.
For
rh_ficchallenge
The end of the hectic year had come, and the next was certain to be as hectic as the last. The outlaws sat close to their fire to ward away the winter chills. A flask of wine was being passed round the group. Djaq handed it straight over to Will, not wanting to drink any more than she already had. Will took a small swig deciding that this was his last too. While handing the flask onto Allan, who took a hearty gulp, Will shared a small smile with Djaq.
When the flask got round to Robin, he made a toast. “Here’s to another year of terrorising the Sheriff.” He was a little drunk and his words slurred. He looked round at his friends, who seconded the toast. Things were good. Allan was back, Will and Djaq never looked happier. Even Much didn’t have anything to moan about. The woman he loved sat beside him, the horrors of the Holy Land behind them all.
He and Marian were married. They had the rest of their lives together without having to worry about Gisbourne. He wouldn’t try anything now Marian was Lady Marian of Locksley. She would be when Robin’s titles were restored. But for now she was even more untouchable as Marian Hood.
His wife smiled lovingly at him. “Here’s to another year together.” She said taking the wine flask from him. Even in the half light cast by the flames, Marian was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Right, resolutions!” Much exclaimed, sounding merry indeed.
“I’m not being funny but what?” Allan asked, laughing slightly.
Much pouted, feeling cheeked that no one understood what he meant. “Resolutions! It’s the New Year, we have to say something we want to change and stick to it.” A chuckle rippled through the camp. “I’ll start.” Much said indignantly. “My resolution is to talk less.” A cry of disbelief rose in the camp. “What! You all think I talk too much, so my resolution is to talk less.”
“I’m not being funny, but you ain’t never going to keep that!” Allan laughed as Much folded his arms in a huff.
“Maybe your resolution should be to not say ‘I’m not being funny’.” Djaq teased as she sat closer to Will. The group continued to laugh more at Allan’s flustered reply.
Robin watched his gang like a proud father. They’d had their ups and downs, but they always made it through. They always made it through... They always made it through…
The words resounded round his head as Robin awoke. He sat gulping in the air. There was no fire casting a warm glow on the intimidating trees. There were no laughing outlaws, just Much’s snores filling the air. Allan was back, but Will and Djaq were nowhere to be seen. They were in the Holy Land living out the rest of their days in peace. And Marian… the only times she was ever by his side was in his dreams. True they were married and true Gisbourne was no longer a problem… but she was gone. Forever. Left there to rot in the sands. Next to Carter.
It was wrong. She should have been buried next to him. Though all Robin could think about as he carried her limp body down the hill was how she wasn’t going to be around. Marian should have been buried in English soil, but it was too late now.
He cast a look up to the heavens and saw her face in the clouds that hung over. “Goodnight my Love. I pray we meet again sooner rather than later.” He lay back down, though his eyes didn’t shut. He lay looking at the cloud that was Marian, watching it until it no longer resembled her face.
Nottingham just wasn’t the same anymore.
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