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Robin Hood x reader

(Y/n's intro)

The Legend of Robin Hood has been told and retold for generations.
It was said that he stole from the rich, and gave to the poor.
Well, If he was just that, then he wouldn't have become Robin Hood now, would he?
The story of how Robin of Loxley became a dashing, debonair rogue, was thought as nothing but a bedtime story of how one man brought everyone together to take back their freedom.

But, it isn't just a bed time story, and there's more to it than what you're told in your story books and history classes, I should know cause I was there.

My name is Y/n L/n, and I'm from the year 2022.
How I got to the 12th century of England is well, hard to explain, mostly because I don't even know how to explain the basics of how or why it happened to me.
But, this story doesn't start with the Hood you know.
It starts with me.

(Y/n's pov)

If the sheriff of Nottingham thought I wouldn't come back to Loxley Manor, than he can think again.
It's my home and I'm not going anywhere.
He may have threw me out thinking ill believe his lies that Robin was dead, but I knew better and that damn sheriff can eat dirt.
For I believe Robin still is alive and I promised to wait for him.
I've been doing so since he was called off to war, and I'll continue until he returns home.

As the sound of Richards hooves met the forgotten dirt path that served as a short cut to Loxley Manor, my mind wandered and was consumed with thoughts of longing as one hand rubbed Richards neck while keeping his reins in my right hands grasp, while my left hand went to the key (that Robin made sure I have to the manor) handing around my neck.
Once the small part of me that doubted it was there was satisfied the key didn't fall off, my hand brushed over the bow's string before urging Richard to run fasting with a light kick of my heel.
During the time Robin and I were together, he made sure I knew how to shoot an arrow.
Luckily I had many archery classes in 2017, so it didn't take me long to become a master in my own right.

Arriving at the back entrance of Loxley Manor was peacefull and quiet, I could almost forget that I wasn't a girl from a different time stream that once looked at old ruins of English buildings during a history field trip.
Only then I thought the broken estates (ike Loxley Manor) were tiny castles.
I looked over my shoulder just to be positive and realized a breath I had an unconscious habit of holding.

A large part of me knows I shock the guards off my trail well before I get to the bridge that was just a couple miles out of Nottingham, but a small part of me still waits for the other shoe to drop.
After stopping outside a secret underground door that leads to the underside of the manor, I dismounted from Richards back and said softly as we walked inside.
"We're home now Richard, let's get inside, your probably as hunger as I am".
Richard nayed while walking beside me.
Once we arrived at the area of the vast basement of Loxley, I led Richard to the makeshift stable and living area and gave him some hay, which he ate eagerly.
I patted him on the back and then went upstairs after making sure the loyal stallion had water in his troft.
Good thing my mother insisted I take part in  gymnastics when I was a kid, or otherwise, I would have accidentally impaled myself on the broken stair case that had broken, like the roofs of the manor, during the sheriff seizing the property as collateral for his war tax.
I got to the room that was once mine and Robins, then I removed my hood from the jacket he gave me.
Robin had two of the same long leather jack and he did say he liked how it looked on me.
I removed the bright blue scarf that covered my face, which had holes from use, but served as my way to see where I was going or shooting.

For the past four years, I learned how to shoot more arrows in a single shot, to move faster and get stronger.
And now, here I am and I can't even believe what I went through during that time period.