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themagickingdomrp · 9 months

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Robin Hood (Formerly Known as Robert Huntington) ▪ 22 ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Kim Mingyu ▪ Rebellion/Merrymen ▪ Open

Triggers: Poverty, Fire, Death

→ Past

Robin Hood was born as Robert Huntington to an impoverished family with a small plot of land. It was all that had survived through years of selfish royals and scraping to get by. There was not much to tend to and it bore little food, so their primary way of living was through the pottery his parents sold. Then they died and left him to fend for himself. Prince John took the land, claiming it was for the king, tossing Robert to the cold. He bounced around, staying in abandoned sheds and sneaking into people’s barns before they chased him away. While on the verge of starvation, he stole his first bit of bread. That was when his problems with the law began. He stole from the rich to give to himself; whenever he was caught, he gave the name of “Robin Hood” a common alias for thieves in the area. Soon, it became his name and he forgot who he used to be. As Robin got older, he amassed a group of followers and they lived in the forest, homeless but together. It was the first time Robin felt any sort of affection from anyone. No one had looked out for him since his parents died, but at least he had the Merrymen. After they got a handle on thieving, they began to turn to more altruistic pursuits and started to distribute their riches to the people. It was during one of those trips into town that he met Maid Marian and began to fawn over the unattainable woman. He never expected her to love him back, but she did. It didn’t matter that she was Prince John’s ward or anything else for that matter; he was determined to marry her someday. So, after one final trick on the Prince, she ran off with him into Sherwood Forest.

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After King Richard returned and struck a deal with Robin, he was pardoned and Robin was allowed to marry the woman he loved. They were happy living in a small cottage within the forest, enjoying a simple life away from royalty. He stopped stealing and continued his old family trade. Marian usually came with him into town to sell his pots, but that day she was feeling a bit under the weather. So, she stayed home. Robin returned to find the cottage in flames and the Merrymen attempting to douse the fire. It was in vain. Marian did not make it and Robin was homeless once more. He knew Prince John had caused the fire, but King Richard refused to execute a royal, no matter the crime and especially without evidence. Realizing the king was just as bad as the prince, Robin took to stealing again, this time in no one’s name but his own. After word of his antics spread, Robin was recruited by the rebellion. He agreed to join them, though he felt little more than numb. Still, doing good deeds helped distract him. Maybe he didn’t need anything aside from his Merrymen. At least, that was what he told himself before he met them. They make the darkness go away and he can't let that go.

#kim mingyu #svt #robin hood #robin hood movie #disney rp #rebellion #merrymen #bio char #love interest kept purposefully vague #do what you will #poverty tw #death tw #fire tw #robert huntington #open #char

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thriftstoresisyphus · 1 year

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The Merrymen, "Sun Living"

#records #albums #merrymen #calypso #lpcovers #lp covers #album covers #vinyl #barbados #tenor guitar #vintage guitars #beach #la playa #eric

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gmw9aqkbcjdl · 1 year

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kurukeretv-international · 1 year

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Merry Christmas and Happy New year in advance from kurukere Mobile Media 09071226316 08127518392 #merrychristmas🎄 #merrymen #merry #celebrations #celebrate #celebrations🎉 #newyorkcity #newjersey #Nigeria #Christian #Church #churchfamily #churchmedia #churchlife #churchflow #churchmemes #christmasmood #graphic #graphic #facebooklike #facebookmemes ##flagoff #fypage #politicslife #politically #politicalchange #apc https://www.instagram.com/p/CmpVZpGtvjF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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lacefuneral · 5 months

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i'm gonna throw up this song is so cute.

"in his ship he named revenge, with blackbeard as a friend"

#why didn't anyone tell me about this.#i love this era of country music. i'm a total sucker for it. it's why i enjoy the new vegas OST so much #jay.mp3 #EDIT: the merrymen are FROM barbados? thats fucking awesome.#this is literally a group of ppl singing abt the history of their own island

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cannondisabledcharacters · 1 year

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Today’s disabled character of the day is Dick Merrymen from Alchemy and Meggy Swann, who has facial scarring

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Cover of the book Alchemy and Meggy Swann , it depicts to people sitting on a stone wall talking to each other in front of city. The person on the left is a boy with blond hair and his eyes closed. He is wearing blue pants, a green tunic, yellow shoes, and a white undershirt. On the right is a girl with brown eyes and long brown hair is a large braid. She is wearing a long sleeve white undershirt, a blue tank top, long red skirt, and brown shoes. In the longer right cover of the book sits a pair of crutches next to the girl.]

#facial trauma character #Alchemy and Meggy Swann #Alchemy and Meggy Swann dick #Dick Merrymen #disabled character of the day

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pandainthestars · 2 years

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I feel like tumblr is really sleeping on this song. I’ve yet to see it referenced or the inevitable music video. It’s only got 59 views on youtube.

In his ship he named ‘Revenge’

With Blackbeard as a friend

He plundered through the Caribbean sea... 🎵

#stede bonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #the merrymen

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bonnetteach1717 · 2 years

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Found this song last night

#I enjoyed it a lot more than I was expecting #that’s probably because OFMD has ruined me #our flag means death #stede bonnet #Spotify #the merrymen

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radiophd · 1 year

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merrymen -- little drummer boy

#1960s #pop #folk #the merrymen

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Red tape ❌

Prince Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, loss of virginity and other smutty things

Don’t stray too far from the palace, your mother practically shouted it as you left mere moments after you arrived only having greeted the Allmother and the king, deciding to venture through the unfamiliar town. You left seemingly aimlessly however you knew exactly the place you desired to end up. Despite this being your first time in Asgard, you were aware of its reputation when it came to the lower districts. Unlike your home realm, Asgard had a darker side to it, a more amorous one; it was this place you sought.

Arriving at your destination, you looked around at the different buildings, a stark contrast to the ones closer to the palace. This place seemed void of light, dingy and cold. The floor was wet, puddles settling in between the grooves of the cobbled stone decorating the floor. You swerved through people who were trudging along, clearly intoxicated as they sang like merrymen. Feeling someone too close behind you, you flinched, quickly stepping to the side and allowing them to pass. This place wasn’t for you, you knew that, but neither was the life your family were forcing you to live. This was the only way. You walked further, eyes scanning your surroundings before you lingered outside an inn, watching others enter, the doors swinging open as they did so allowing the sound of music to fill your ears. You dared yourself to go in, sighing when your feet remained firmly in the ground.

“And what brings a fine lady like yourself around these parts?”

Gasping, you spun on your heels to be met by a stranger who’s eyes ran over your from before meeting yours. Your own eyes widened slightly, he was handsome to say the least. Tall, dark hair, great posture and a piercing gaze. Your eyes dawdled on one another for a few moments before you spoke.

“I’m visiting.” You answered, straightening your own posture.

“Visiting hmm” he replied, mulling over his words as he continued to speak “usually ladies like yourself don’t venture this far into Asgard.” He finished, gesturing to your surroundings.

“Ladies like myself?” You scoffed halfheartedly.

“Yes, made up, grandiose, clearly wealthy.” He listed, finger running over the golden necklace that clasped around your neck. He noted the small intake of breath you took as he evaded your personal space, the tension. “And innocent.” He concluded, speaking into your ear before he pulled away.

“W-who says I’m innocent?” You queried, releasing a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

“Oh please” he revelled with a coy smirk “I can smell your virtue from a mile away.

“My-my virtue?” You stuttered, eyes widening.

“So demure, so untouched.” He marvelled, eyes dipping to your lips.

“I’m no—” you began defiantly before he cut you off.

“Go on, lie to me.” He smiled, eyes meeting yours again.

Sighing, you decided to tell this stranger your predicament.

“I’m supposed to be wed to a prince” you confessed “as per my fathers orders.”

“Fathers will be fathers.” he huffed under his breath. “A prince huh?”

“Yes” you nodded “I’m to marry a prince in a special ceremony but the ceremony can only take place if I’m a virgin.”

“Oo, there’ll be a ceremony.” He grinned.

“Yes.”

“And why aren’t you happy?” He queried.

“I don’t want to marry, especially not a stranger hence why I’m here. No virginity, no wedding.” You explained causing his smile to widen slightly.

“You’re here to lose your virginity, in this disgusting place?” He chuckled “please tell me you’re jesting.”

“Why are you here?” You quipped, anger rising at his reaction.

“You’re not the only one in need of escapism.” He stated simply.

“Well, let’s escape together then, come on.” You prompted, grabbing his hand before making your way inside.

At first you were confused by everyone’s reaction to this stranger you hadn’t even caught’s name. Everyone seemed wary of him. He escorted you to the bar where you both ordered some Asgardian mead and when he went to pay, the man behind the bar refused his money. Others moved away from you both whilst some pointed and spoke. Judging by the man’s clothing, he was wealthy too, well spoken and clean unlike the surface you were resting your hands on. As the drinks flowed, so did the conversation and you managed to find out his name.

“Loki” he smiled, shaking your hand “pleasure to meet you.” He added, bringing it to his lips.

“Y/n” you answered just as enthusiastically as his lips dallied on the back of your hand.

Further into the late evening, when you were feeling exceedingly giddy, you and Loki made your ways towards the piano. By then, everyone seemed more relaxed around him, one man even bowing which you found strange but brushed off in your slightly besotted state. Women smiled at him, hiking their dresses higher whenever they caught his eye but he didn’t seem interested as he sat at the piano chair, pulling you onto his lap before his fingers found the keys, arms either side of you.

“Do you play?” He asked, speaking into your ear.

“I can play, can you sing?” You answered confidently.

Around fifteen minutes later, practically everyone was dancing, hooking arms and skipping around the room as Loki sang heartily, you playing the piano as you sang along to the songs you knew. The atmosphere was completely different to when you both first entered. There was no more tension, no more standoffishness, everyone was aswoon, excited.

“To y/n everybody!” Loki finished, everyone cheering after he did so.

“Too much Asgardian mead.” You laughed as you stood, swerving slightly before you caught yourself. “Let’s stay here.” You suggested considering that this was an inn.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you princess.” Loki assured, lifting you bridal style as he carried you upstairs.

Once you both reached a room, Loki carried you inside before laying you against the bed, you pulling him down to lay with you.

“Kiss me.” You asked, breaking through the silence.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” You repeated. “Please.”

Replying wordlessly, Loki nodded as you closed your eyes. He slowly closed the gap between you both, brushing his lips against yours before he pulled away. You opened your eyes to be met by his.

“Take me.” You murmured.

“What?” He near gasped more incredulously than he did before.

“Take me Loki, bed me. I want you to bed me.” You insisted, the both of you sobering up.

“Believe me I want to but—”

“Do it then.” You argued.

“Y/n no, you’re not thinking clearly.”

“Please, or I’ll—I’ll find someone else to.” You decided, standing to your feet as you strode towards the door, opening it a jar before it slammed closed, Lokis hand on it as he encased you, his chest to your back. Spinning around, you faced him before he slammed his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply. His hips pinned you into place, grinding against yours as the kiss grew needier. His tongue pushed passed yours, fighting for dominance before you relented. You moaned into the kiss as he sucked your tongue, feeling yourself growing wetter at his actions. You began removing one another’s clothes, Lokis tunic falling to the floor before he undid the leather bound of his trousers. Your dress was practically ripped off of you before Loki fell to his knees before you, kissing up your thighs. “What are you—” you began confused as he lifted one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder, his lips still kissing your thighs “oh, OH.” You gasped, hand instantly gripping his hair as you felt him at your centre, tongue swirling around your clit. “Yes, yes, just like that.” You moaned, his lips wrapping around it as he sucked gently. Your eyes squeezed shut, your balance wavering as he circled the bundle of nerves. The pleasure was almost unbearable as it built in your abdomen, threatening to spill. “Oh norns.” You cursed, the pressure reaching a crescendo as Loki lapped up your arousal, your slick coating his face.

Lowering your leg, Loki stood before picking you up and carrying you towards the bed. Settling above you, your lips met in a messy kiss again, his obvious excitement making itself known between your legs. Yes he had pleasured you but it still wasn’t enough, you wanted, no, needed more. You lifted your hips from the bed, trying to gather some friction before Loki broke the kiss, speaking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded.

“I’ll go slow.” He assured, waiting for you to confirm before he rose slightly, gripping his length before running it through your wet folds, gathering your arousal. You hummed at the feeling, this was already euphoric. Loki asked you again, his tip at your entrance, you said yes before he began to breach you, your eyes snapping shut as he did so. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologised seeing your discomfort.

“No, no it’s fine.” You tried to smile as he stayed still for a while, allowing you time to adjust before he delved deeper.

“Norns, you’re just so, tight” he spoke through gritted teeth, pushing in further, your nails digging into his lower back. Trying to stop himself from moving too quickly, he paused his moments, nuzzling into your neck as you adjusted to his size.

“Oh, that feels quite pleasant.” You grinned, feeling more comfortable, your walls clenching him as he cursed quietly. “Loki?”

“Sorry, you’re just making it unbearable not to move when you do that.” He spoke, seemingly strained.

“Do what?” You questioned, your walls clenching around his shaft.

“That!”

“Oh, that” you smiled, doing the movement again “you can move now.”

Wasting no time, Loki began moving in and out of you at a slow pace before you were begging him to move faster. The feeling was rapture. You felt him everywhere. Claiming you, consuming you. His name was the only prayer you knew as you moaned it, screamed it, whimpered it. You had lost count of the amount of times you felt the pressure build in your abdomen before it imploded, washing over you, providing more lubrication for Lokis administrations. He wasn’t quiet either, your name falling fluently from his lips as he rocked his hips into yours. It was bliss, this was heaven.

“One more time princess, one more.” He growled, entering you quickly before you arrived again, your walls spasming around Loki before he pulled out of you, pumping himself to completion, ejaculating into the duvet.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, only that you were now awake, in Lokis arms as he slept soundly hugging you to him. You thought you’d feel different, no longer being innocent but strangely you felt the same. You didn’t mean to stay until morning and you imagined your mother would have been worried by your absence so you untangled yourself from Loki. He barely stirred as you replaced yourself with a pillow, searching for the remains of your dress before deciding to leave some money for Loki, not sure what the protocol for things like this was. It just seemed appropriate to leave money for him. Legs sore, you wandered back to the palace, managing to slip into your room and under your duvet before your mother entered.

“Y/n?” She called out, opening your door.

“Mother.” You yawned, stretching your arms.

“Where were you?”

“Just visiting the local area.”

“Well alright” she answered unconvinced “wash and dress, it’s breakfast soon.”

“Yes mother.”

“And ensure you look presentable enough to greet the Allmother, and the king.”

“Yes mother.” You said again before she finally left.

After bathing, you were accompanied to the dining hall where you were greeted by The Allmother and the king as well as their son, Prince Thor.

“Good morning.” He greeted, kissing the back of your hand.

“Good morning.” You answered before you all entered for breakfast. Sitting next to your mother, you nudged her before speaking.

“Is he the one I am to wed?” You asked.

“No dear” Frigga smiled, overhearing you “I have another son, who’s supposed to be here actually.” Just as she finished speaking, the door opened, another person joining you.

“Good morning all, apologies for my tardiness.” Loki said, making his way towards Frigga and kissing her on the cheek before taking his own seat opposite you who sat aghast, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“Y/n dear, I’d like you to meet my other son Loki, prince of Asgard and hopefully your future husband.” Frigga announced.

“I look forward to getting more acquainted with you.” Loki winked, finally looking at you.

Y/n’s like suddenly his use of princess makes sense 😂😂

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artzzyb00-27 · 2 months

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Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could.

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone.

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

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