Disney Robin Hood X Reader

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3rd person POV:
Robin Hood and Little John were doing chores in their forest hideout. Robin was cooking their food and L.J was hanging up the laundry. As he was doing so Robin was in a bit of a daze humming and thinking about Y/N and her beautiful E/C eyes.

"Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin', man? I'm starved." L.J asked, Robin however took no notice, and continued to imagine.

"Rob? Robin. Robaire. Hey!" L.J snapped.

"Hmm? What? What do you say?" Robin asked, a little bewildered but still in his daze.

"Ah, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinking about someone with long eyelashes... and you're smellin' that sweet perfume," L.J commented as the smell of the burning crept up his nostrils, he coughed at the horrible smell.

"Hey! Woah! L-It's boiling over." Robin said, trying to grab the pot off the makeshift stove hurting his hands in the process. Little John ran over and used a yellow shirt to grab and then fan the pot.

"Sorry Johnny. I guess I was thinking about Y/N again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny," Robin confessed.

"Look, why don't ya stop moanin' and mopin' around? Just-Just marry the girl," L.J said, pouring water into the pot.

"Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say; Hey we've known each other and spent time together for ages. Will you marry me? No, it just isn't done that way," Robin said.

"Ah, come on, Robby. Climb the church's walls..." Little John stopped momentarily to scowl at a rotten looking carrot from the pot. "Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style,"

"It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and we're better off as friends. Besides, what have I got to offer her?" Robin questioned, he looked at L.J who was sniffing at the burnt food.

"Well, for one thing, you can't cook," he chuckled.

"I'm serious Johnny, she's a beautiful lady of lovely quality," Robin said, not noticing the girl's adoptive father approaching from behind.

"So she's got beauty. So what?" L.J said, pouring pepper into the pot and arguably making it worse than it was to begin with.

"I'm an outlaw. That's what, it's no life for a lady like her even if she is living it right now. I'm afraid my life of crime will get her injured. What kind of a future is that?" Robin questioned.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, son." Friar Tuck finally emerged from behind the hung up clothes. "You're no outlaw. Why, someday, you'll be called a great hero. And besides if you aren't fit to take care of my Y/N no one is," the warm man smiled.

"A hero? Did you hear that, Johnny? We've been pardoned," Robin smiled at L.J.

"That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet." L.J went along.

"All right, laugh you two rogues..." the Friar suddenly noticed the pot of "stew"and took out the spoon. "But there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham." he slurped the stew and right after he swallowed it he began coughing like crazy and there were also tears coming from his eyes. "Well done ain't it? Old Prince John's havin' a championship archery tournament tomorrow," Friar Tuck explained still coughing.

"Archery tournament? Old Rob could win that standin' on his head, huh, Rob?" L.J asked, taking off and hanging up his apron.

"Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited." Robin smiled, taking off his hat bowing, and then putting it on again.

"No, but there's somebody who'll be very disappointed if you don't come," the friar said, taking another spoonful of the disgusting stew.

"Yeah. Old Bushel Britches, the Honourable Sheriff of Nottingham," L.J mocked.

"No. Y/N," the friar smiled, slurping the stew.

"Y/N? What's she doing at Prince John's archery tournament?" Robin asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Yeah. Because Maid Marian is currently away on a secret vacation with her fiancee. Y/N volunteered to take her place at the competition. So as assigned she-she's gonna give a kiss to the winner," Friar Tuck explained, taking another spoonful of the stew.

"Kiss to the winner! Oo-de-lally. Come on, Johnny. What are we waiting for?" Robin said, loudly making several jumps and somersaults.

"Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawlin' with soldiers," Little John explained, Robin jumped onto a table gripping his bow and with a bag of arrows on his back.

"Aha. But remember... faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends." Robin fired an arrow at a pan hanging off a branch on the tree. The arrow bounced off and went towards the sky. "This will be my greatest performance," Robin then threw his hat into the air. The arrow went through it, and Robin's hat landed back on his head.