°•Multifandom Imagines and Preference•°

Will Scarlet x reader

A/N: I just wanted to say that this isn't my credit to the writer on tumblr. Hope you like it

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Cold. So horribly cold. The floor and walls were made of dirty, grey stones sucking all of the heat from my body sitting on the straw covered ground. Through the little slit of a window at the top of the room hardly any sunlight and therefore no heat entered this godforsaken hellhole. It was damp and smelt putrid. The prison of Nottingham Castle. The last place I had ever hoped to end up, especially at the mercy of the cruel sheriff and his goons. 

Since the new sheriff had replaced Lord Edward working at the castle had changed from a wonderful, stable job to secure my family’s living to a maze full of death traps, every step, every decision could be a reason to be killed. And I prayed every day for King Richard’s return so he could free us from this evil. 

But now I needed to pray for my life and soul for as much as I knew I would never see the light of the next day. If I had overheard the jailer correctly I was to be hanged for treason. Supposedly I had tried to poison the sheriff. 

I wasn’t the only one down here fearing for my life. A few cells away from me sat a man playing with a wooden tag around his neck. He was skinny, had blonde hair and a beard. His eyes were a bright blue and he was clad in somewhat worn out, dirty clothes in different earthy colours. The man had been brought in this morning and Gisborne had said something about a fateful end. So far he didn’t seem worried or scared for his life. It rather seemed like he was bored, waiting for something. 

Just at that moment loud crashing and banging was to be heard from outside the prison door. This was my time, I was sure of it. This was the end. Scared for my life my eyes started to tear up, but when the heavy wooden door flew open unlike I expected guards didn’t wash in. Instead a handful of men similarily dressed to the man in the cell cane rushing in.

One of them was carrying a bow while most of the others held swords in their hands or at their sides. Quickly one of them closed the door behind them as the others made their way down the steps. Hearing the noise of them entering the man in the cell a little away from me stood up a slight grin on his face. 

“Robin! Over here!”, he called out to get their attention. I knew who this was. It had to be Robin Hood and his companions, the outlaws that everyone was supposed to fear. “Allan!” The group of people rushed over to his cell. A few of them were nervously stepping from one foot to the other once in a while glancing towards the door. 

One of Robin’s men, a rather young brunette, knelt down in front of the door to the cell and pulled an axe from his back starting to work on the hinges. I quietly sat there watching them. I knew they hadn’t come for me and they were already putting their lives on the line to save their comrade so I didn’t call out to the to help me out. I had accepted my fate. 

Just as the door to the cell fell aside and their friend was freed heavy footsteps were audibly coming closer. Someone must’ve noticed them breaking in. “Quick, we have to get going!”, Robin exclaimed and the outlaws immediately sprung to their feet and rushed to the door. The first few of them had already left the room when the one man who had broken the hinges who was also trailing behind noticed me and stopped dead in his tracks. The footsteps were becoming louder and louder. Robin noticed that one of his friends was missing. Turning around he saw the young one staring at me. 

“Will, we have to go! Come on!” Will ignored the words of his leader and called out: “We can’t just leave her here! Who knows what the sheriff and Gisborne will do to her.” He ran over to me and started hammering on to the hinges that kept my cell door up. “We have to go! Otherwise they’ll catch us!”, the famous archer pressed.