Disney Robin Hood X Reader

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3rd Person POV:

It was a rainy, damp, dark and miserable day. From inside the castle Alan began his narration:

"Man-oh-man. That Prince John sure made good his threat. And his helpless subjects paid dearly for his humiliation, believe me," a dog couple looked sadly at their former house with a tax foreclosure house note and defeatedly began walking away, moving out of Nottingham.

"Taxes, taxes, taxes. Why, he taxed the heart and soul out of the poor people of Nottingham." Trigger was sitting on the gallow as the Sheriff snoozed underneath a tarp

"And if you couldn't pay your taxes, you went to jail," Alan finished, as it turned out even he was in it. "Yep, I'm in here too. Nottingham was in deep trouble,"

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At the church Y/N was busy ringing the bells, while Friar Tuck was helping her, as Sexton the mouse was playing the organ.

"Friar Tuck, I don't think anyone is coming," Sexton said.

"Why don't you go to Robin shortly sweetheart?" Friar Tuck said, touching his daughter's cheek.

"Yes, father," she smiled sweetly leaving the church. Once she'd left the Friar answered Sexton.

"You're right, Sexton, but maybe the sound of this church bell will bring those poor people some comfort," Tuck explained. "We must do what we can to keep their hopes alive," Meanwhile Little Sister had busied herself with dusting her and Sexton's doormat with a small broom.

"Oh, how can there be any hope with that tyrant Prince John, taxing the heart and soul out of the poor people," she muttered.

"Yes, those poor people," Friar Tuck said looking inside the poor box which of course was empty, say for one coin which Y/N had found and placed earlier that day, "Say for the one coin my daughter brought in." the friar smiled. "Otherwise, our poor box is like our church, empty." Little Sister thought and walked into their cosy little home. Inside, she lifted up the mattress and took out a small coin, held it close to her, then left the mousehole, and walked toward the friar who had his head in his hands.

"Friar Tuck. We've saved this. It's not much, but please take it for the poor." she said, holding out the small coin.

"Your last farthing? Ah, Little Sister. No one can give more than that," he said warmly, placing the coin in the box. "Bless you both," he smiled.

"Oh, we were just saving it for a rainy day." Sexton smiled.

"Well, it's rainin' now," Friar Tuck chuckled. "Things can't get worse,"

Suddenly an all too familiar, fat wolf approached the badger. "Howdy Friar,'' he said too cheerfully. "Well, it looks like I dropped by just in time,"

"What does that big-bellied bully want here?" Sexton asked.

"Father shhh!" Little sister told him, as the Sheriff looked inside the box.

"Hmm. Well what have we got here?" he said, taking out the two coins.

"Now, just a minute, Sheriff. Th-Th-Th-Th-That's the poor box," Friar Tuck stuttered.

"It sure is, and I'll just take it for poor Prince John. Every little bit helps," he grinned evilly putting the coins in his pouch.

"Ooh, you put those back." Little Sister said.

"And his majesty also blesses you, Little Sister," the Sheriff grinned.

"You thievin' scoundrel!" Friar Tuck exclaimed.

"Now, take it easy, Friar. I'm just doin' my duty,"

"Collectin' taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good. Prince John?"

"Listen, Friar. you're mighty preachy and you gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose," the Sheriff taunted.

"Get out of my church! Out! Out! Out! Out!" Friar Tuck screamed belly bumping the Sheriff.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" the Sheriff exclaimed as they went to duel in the rain.

"Oh, dear me," Little Sister said, worried.

"You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!" Friar Tuck said, hitting the Sheriff in the gut several times.

"Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him Friar!" Sexton cheered, as the Sheriff chopped up his pole in two. Trigger swooped down from a nearby tree and placed Friar Tuck's hood far over his head, Tuck knocked him away and waved around blindly but unfortunately the Sheriff had already gotten his hands on a clamp.

"You're under arrest for high treason to the crown," he said, tightly wrapping the clamp around Tuck' throat.

"Oh no," Little Sister said, tears already going down her face.

"Oh, there, there, mother," Sexton comforted her, as the three of them headed to the castle jail cell.

Every Town,

Has its ups and downs,

Sometimes ups,

Outnumber the downs,

But not in Nottingham,

At the castle in one of the tallest towers, Prince John and Sir Hiss sat in front of the fireplace with mounds of money surrounding them. Sir Hiss cleared his throat.

"S-sire, if I may...may venture an opinion, you're not your usual cheerful, genial self today," he said, but all he got in response was a dirty look. "L-I-I know. I know. You haven't mounted your money for days. Hmm? It always makes you so happy," the snake chuckled, while playing with a stack of coins. He cleared his throat again. "Sire, taxes are pouring in. The jail is full. And... Oh! I have good news, sire. Friar Tuck is in Jail. That was his breaking point.

"FRIAR TUCK?!!" Prince John screamed. "I want Robin Hood and Y/N, you idiot! Oh! I'd give all my gold if I could just get my hands... Uh," he caught himself. "Did you say 'Friar Tuck'?" Prince John asked.

"Did I? Oh. Y-Y-Yes, I did." Sir Hiss said anxiously.

"Ah, Hiss! I have it." Prince John exclaimed, finally having a good idea. "I'll use that fat Friar as bait to trap Y/N who will bring Robin Hood with her and I'll trap both of them.

"Another trap?"

"Yes, yes, you stupid serpent. Friar Tuck will be led to the gallows in the village square, don't you see?"

"B-B-B-But, sire, hang Friar Tuck? A man of the church?"

"Yes, my reluctant reptile. And when our little princess drags her little boy toy with her to rescue the corpulent cleric. My men will be ready," Prince John menacingly looked out of the window.