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I’m really glad you like it, I tried so hard to find some good Will Scarlett fan fiction and I just COULD NOT FIND IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME

Domicile - Chapter 1

“So, we’ve finally met”

Summary: You have been trapped inside dungeon walls for what feels like years, until one day a strange man appears in the dungeons to come and save you.

AN - IMPORTANT

So I just want to clarify that I have never actually seen Robin Hood prince of thieves. I have seen clips before and I briefly know about the plot and the setting of the movie as well as the tone. If I get anything wrong or I say something that doesn’t quite sound right it is because I’ve only seen clips of the movie. I have based his character in the clips but be seen and the fan fiction I’ve read so I apologize if any of this feels off. I will watch the movie soon, I just couldn’t help it and had to do a bit of writing before I did watch the movie. Regardless I hope you can enjoy this. I also apologize for any bad grammar, it took a long time writing this and right now I don’t feel like looking over the whole entire thing just to make sure that everything looks right. I will most likely fix it later.

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I had lived inside brick stone walls and cold cement floors for so long that I almost forgot what it felt like to breathe. What it felt like outside of cold grungy dungeons and running through fields, that feeling was far too foreign to me now for me to remember how it felt. I was hardly even twelve years old when I had made a foolish mistake, and got punished severely for a mere accident of a child. It was hard for me to remember my past, but it was even harder to

remember what happened yesterday or even a few minutes ago. When you're spending a majority of your life living out the same old pattern, it’s hard to tell how many years have passed or even what day it is. Every single day starts to blend together, and apart from when I experience something that’s too cruel to forget every single day feels like the last. But after living like this for so long I can hardly imagine being free. There's only one face that I can vividly remember from my childhood, and even their face is still a little bit blurry to me and hard for me to remember. But if that person was the one thing that I could hold onto for the rest of my life, then I'll do exactly that. I'd like to believe that they are important, but it could be that for some odd reason my brain just thought that they were the only thing we could remember.

From what I can see in my brain, they were small. Scrawny, at least shorter than me. They had brown hair, dark or light I can’t tell. Hazel or maybe a brown iris. They had shorter hair, shorter than shoulder length but not straight to the head. And I can almost always remember them smiling. Whenever we were together, we were always surrounded by what looked like nature. It was always trees and woodlands and grassy hills. But just once in a while I could remember a sunset. I think that one memory with them would have to be my favorite out of all of them, it was so vibrant compared to the rest. When I look back at that memory, I can actually see the colors. It’s so clear. It’s not like reminiscing on sunsets and strangers is gonna matter anyways, there's no point in wondering or having a hope about what it might feel like when I’m gonna die any day now.

You see, back when I was taken away the king made a deal with me. If I did everything he asked and served him like a maid or dutchess in training for 5 years straight, my sentence would be redacted. I should've known that It was an empty lie, I'm assuming that he didn’t think I would be able to last this long. He never did give me much food or water so I had to work extra hard to earn it for myself, it’s far too cruel. There were some days I went without even a drop of water or crumbs of food, maybe it was because I just couldn’t afford it. Whatever the reason I survived, and of course the king was not happy when I turned 17. He sentenced that I was to be hanged some time this week due to “aiding and abetting.” Which was a lie, and completely unfair for me.

But I think I’ve learned in my time serving as a maid that nothing is really “fair,” the rich keep getting richer, and the poor keep getting poorer. And by now I've accepted that it’s just what’s gonna happen, cruel or not. But even so, I think there's something deep down inside me that wants to stay alive. I don’t want to die, I haven't seen enough of the world yet. I'm not old enough, I haven't seen the good in the world, it’s just too soon. After the king was done using me for his own benefit, he threw me away. Like the rest of his faithful servants when they were no longer of use to him. And now all that protects my body are two pieces of cloth, as I sit against the cold hard wall with my bruised knees up to my neck and my face buried in my hands.

I was almost all alone, figuratively and literally. I was the only one left down in these dungeons, that was until they had brought a strange man down here not too long ago. He was tall and had quit a build, his hair was short, almost to the scalp. dirty blond hair and grayish blue eyes. He had sum scruff on his chin and was wearing what looked like old dirty clothes. By the lo oks of it he didn’t have any money, which wasn’t common at all to see a prisoner that was poor down in the dungeons. They were almost always blamed, even when the majority of the time it wasn’t their fault but the people who imprisoned them were at fault. Even while he was being hauled down into the dungeons he didn’t look scared at all. Not even mad, it looked more like he was bored. As if this was something that would get fixed in a matter of minutes. But no matter who else was with you it wasn’t like they could help either way, you were both in cells. But curiosity had gotten the better of me, as I looked from my dark vision that was seeded in my arms some of my hair fell in front of my face but not enough that I couldn’t see. He was sitting against the wall in the cell across from me. He had right leg laid out on the ground while his knee faced up against his chest, his right arm leaning on his knee while he tapped his foot. He was looking up at the ceiling whistling, almost as if he was just not worried in the slightest and was expecting something to come and save him. I was awfully confused, I wanted to know what he was anticipating. I wanted to know what was going to happen next. It’s not like I was going to make a conversation with him though, I’m afraid that my voice is much to strained to do that right now. I haven spoken in ages, I almost forgot what my own voice sounded like. Even if I did want to make conversation, I doubt that he wanted to talk to me. His mind seemed much more focused on something else besides chit chatting with your prison buddy. I slowly descended my head back into the pit of my arms, where I could feel myself drifting. “I wonder, I can’t remember what the sun looks like. I'd like to see it one last time.” As I let my thoughts bounce off the tip of my brain I started to feel my eyelids get heavy as everything around me turned black. ….that was, until I heard what felt like an explosion.

My eyes shot wide open out of pure fear and reflexes, I wrapped myself tighter in my own arms. I was afraid that this would be my last moment before I met death. But to my suprise, it was not the king or an executioner that I saw when I opened my eyes, but a group of men.

Two of the guards that were presumably at the top of the stairs slowly tumbled down the stone colored spiral stairs as the group of men ran down the stairs, in what looked like to be a hurry. Probably not guards, but definitely not welcomed guessed either.

“James should be fending off the rest of the guards, but we don’t have much time so move quickly you got that!”

Yes sir!”

I was drowsy and dizzy, I had not been functioning properly so it took me longer to realize what was happening but I think that I ve finally connected the dots.

These must be Robin Hood's men. You had heard about them before from all the gossiping the other maids would spill during break time in the servant room, but you had never actually seen them. They were a group of thrives, ruffians, scoundrels. At Least that’s all you've ever heard, that’s really all they've ever been described as. Not like I had much of an opinion of them, it’s not like I could say one statement is false and the other is true because you never really got to see them up until this point.

Most of them were dressed in rags and cloth hoods, the kind of thing you'd see a bandit were. The man who had been in the prison across from you must've been a part of Robin Hood’s group, his attention had been drawn away from the ceiling at this point, a smirk on his face.

“Allan” The group of men surrounded his cell and chanted his name, the man in the front of the crowd wore a hood. He swiftly pulled his ax out of what appeared to be a weapon holder attached to his belt, almost all the men that had been in front of the cell had some sort of weapon. Whether it be a bow, sword, or another form of weapon. He was wearing a pair of fingerless gloves. His hands looked very soft but somehow rough at the same time. Before you knew it, he started hacking at the hinges of the jail cell helping his man escape. As I watched all of this unfold I could hear banging and muffled shouting at what I assumed was the door at the top of the stairs, there was a man that popped his head out from the top of the stairs.

“ I don’t think that we can hold them off much longer!” another guy who had been sitting by the cell had rushed to the top of the stairs

“You give us more distraction time, and i'll stay here and guard the door for a little bit longer!”

I couldn’t see what was going on but from what I was hearing the door sounded like it opened for just a brief moment and was slammed and shut tight yet again. By now, the man allegedly named Allan had broken free of his cell and almost immediately everyone started to leave as fast as they could, sprinting out one by one. I watched every one of them flee the scene like a deer, except for one. He was the guy that was leading the group, the one that pulled the ax out of his weapon holder. I could tell he was going to leave right after the guy in front of him did, but then he caught a glimpse of me and stopped dead in his tracks.

I don’t think I had ever made eye contact with someone this long up until this point. And even though our eyes only met for a brief moment, I don’t think I'll forget this moment for as long as I live. Despite the fact that we probably only locked eyes for a brief second, I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They were the color of Hazelnut, green but still brown in a way. They reminded me of not a luscious green field but more so a field, the color of gold and full of not grass but wheat. I had never seen such a color my whole life, it was extraordinary. It was like the color of his eyes were one in a million, a kind of color you didn’t see everyday. One that belonged to him, and him alone. He kneeled down before me, pulling his hand over the tip of his hood and moving it to the back of his head, I can really see what he looks like now. It’s not like I couldn’t see his face beforehand, but it was much harder. He was probably the prettiest man I've seen in a while. Brown, brunette hair that almost fell down to his shoulders and right in front of his eyes. And an almost soft yet visible jawline. He looked bewildered, maybe as to why I was here or who I was.

“Hello? You seem…” He looked as though he was at a loss for words, probably egging me on to add something else, even as much as I wanted to respond to him my throat clogged up and I entirely forgot how to speak. It was as if I had lost my ability to think or speak at all.

He had looked up at the ceiling once more, licking his lips and eyebrows furrowed as if he was trying to debate about what he was gonna do next. He looked back at me with his eyebrows still furrowed, biting the bottom of his lips. After a brief moment of neither of us doing anything, he whipped out his ax from before and started hacking at the hinges of my cell. I was confused, this doesn’t make any sense? He came here for his team mate, not me? Wouldn’t that only slow him down? Was there a reason why he was helping me? What benefit did that give him?

“Will, let’s go! We need to go! Just leave them here!”

“No way! Do you have any idea what ___ is gonna do if he gets his hands on them? I’m not leaving them here!” He shouted back in the direction of the voice still hacking at the hinges of my cell. I looked at him almost doe eyed, I still needed so many more answers… Once he finally busted through the iron bars he pulled them apart and walked through, leaning back down when he got in front of me.

“Look you don’t have to tell me anything right now, but if you want to get out of here and live you're gonna have to trust me, okay?” I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks for a brief second, it’s almost like I forgot how to function when he stood right in front of me. It's odd because I've never acted this way before. It confused me. Why was I acting so strange? But even if I was too baffled, I had to do something or otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here much longer. So in utter dismay I hesitantly nodded my head, what happened next is something I definitely did not expect. Before I knew I heard a thud, as the door at the top of the stairs had slammed against the wall. without even thinking about it, the man who had been willing to help me immediately grabbed my hand swiping me off my feet as he lifted my feet to the ground and started sprinting with my hand in his. I was right about before, his hands felt very soft but somehow rough at the same time. And despite the fact I was running hand in hand from a dangerous guard that was not what clouded my mind in the moment. The guy that had grabbed my hand did not seem phased by almost anything either, I’m guessing he had done this more than once. And even though I was running with him as fast as I could, I couldn’t help but trip over my own feet. It had been a while since I had walked, so I was a little bullleged. Especially when running harshly through rough terrain and forest. The man guiding me with his hand had stopped and turned to face me but only for a second, the next thing I knew he was carrying me on his back.

“I do apologize for acting like this so suddenly, but I fear that if we get slowed down any further we'll be in big trouble,”

I didn’t retailite in the slightest, instead I slowly rested my head into his soldiers and closed my eyes.

After what felt like a matter of seconds but also days at the same time, I could sense that he was walking much more steadily now and had gotten much less tense. By the way it felt around me, he had stopped running as well. The only thing I could hear as my head was still buried in his neck was the shuffling as his eyes were he probably readjusted me to make himself more comfortable. After a few minutes of being too scared to open my eyes, as I did not know who this man even was, I went against my better judgment and slowly opened my eyelids. We're in the middle of the forest now, but not too far between where right now there was some sort of community up ahead. It was like a camp. There were a bunch of people waiting at the entrance, hollering and cheering at what I'm assuming was their victory in getting one of their men back. Even though I had never been there before, and it was fairly not made of many materialistic things, I couldn’t help but feel like wonderment. My eyes wide as we walked through the entrance, my hands on the guy’s shoulders who had been carrying me tightened. When we had finally gotten in everybody recoiled for a little bit, patting each other on the back and exclaiming how much they missed one another. That was until they noticed the strange person that had been hanging on one of their mens back like a khola. The group of women that were in the camp all took a quick look at me.

“Honestly, give them some space to breathe Scarlet! Why does this child look so frightened? And where on earth did they come from?” I was a little bit flattered that they were so concerned, but also scared for the man who had been holding me as well. He let me get off his back as some of the girls grabbed my arms and pulled me into their group. One of the ladies who had talked before stood infront of this “scarlet” and pointed a finger right in his face “Wanna explain why it took so long? Where did this child come from? Are they hurt? Did you do something?” She was throwing questions at him left and right. He looked like his head was about to turn that’s how confused he was, he simply put his hands up in the air and tried to answer

“Lady Helena, I was-”

“I think I've heard enough out of you! Now, now, come along dear. Well get you cleaned up, there's no need to worry.”

“I don’t think I had ever seen someone change demeanors that fast up until this moment. And before I knew it I had been taken away where they showed me where fresh spring water was so I could clean myself, along with that they gave me some spare clothes. They didn’t fit exactly right, but it wasn’t like I was going to complain about something as trivial as that, it was better than the rag I was wearing earlier and I was certainly grateful for that. When they were helping me fit into the clothes, the lady before had told me about the man who had helped me escape.

“I know he can be a lot sometimes but he really is a good kid, he’s a troublemaker I tell you so don’t get involved in any of his antics. I know I seemed angry at him earlier but it was only because of how reckless he was acting.”

“I believe you”

The women was a little bit shocked,

“My dear your voice is very strained, are you sure youll be okay?”

“She looked at me with concern, but I only told her that I would be fine. I just needed to use it a bit more before it went back to normal,

“Okay, but take it easy, will you love?”

I only nodded, she was being so nice to me and yet I couldn’t understand why. How come all of these people are so kind? Once I had gotten cleaned up I was invited to join at a fire pit in the middle of this camp. It was after dark so everybody was probably gathering around to eat food. Not like I had eaten anything, I didn't feel too hungry. It was a lot to handle so much excitement in one day that I didn’t think I could stomach anything so I just sat there. I had realized that the man from before was nowhere to be seen at the fire pit, it made me a little bit disappointed. I was hoping I could have greeted him properly, the way we first met wasn’t exactly all that formal. I had watched everybody leave as they went back to where they lived, I was guessing that each one of them lived in their own little huts. I found it fascinating, the way they live out their lives here. As I got wrapped up in my own thoughts, I guess I hadn’t noticed a person sneaking up from behind me and grabbing my shoulder. Out of pure instinct, I squeezed my eyes shut and scrunched up my nose, punching whoever was behind me in the jaw. Turns out it was not somebody trying to hurt me, but the man from before who hadn’t been there at the fire pit.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this guilty in a long time, i immediately covered my mouth with my hand and started apologizing profusely.

“Oh gosh I I’m so sorry I swear I just could tell that it was you sneaking up behind me and I-“

Out of no we’re he had bursted into a fit of laughter, many of the things this man did confused me. This moment being one of them.

I slowly removed my hands from my mouth, he had his hand on his forehead as his face was scrunched up from laughter, he slowly started to calm down and eventually sat down right next me, he was still chuckling a little bit.

I looked at him with a “are you gonna explain why you were laughing?” face and he just kinda gave me a little shrug , laughter still Irradiating from him.

“I’ve just never had some body punch me in the face the second time treating them is all, you just shocked me little.”

He wasn’t chuckling at me anymore, but he was wearing a heartwarming smile.

“Your smile frames your face very well.”

Wait. Why did I just say that? It happened so suddenly I didn’t even have time to think about!

I thought I was about to die of embarrassment, that was until he broke out into a fit of laughter, again! Not as loud as the first time but still noticeable

“Oh, you are quite honest! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as vague as you.”

I didn’t really know what to say to that,

“Oh, before we start talking any further I should probably tell you my name.”

“It’s Scarlet, isn’t it?”

He let out a little stifled laughter

“What? Is it not?”

This is starting to becoming more and more embarrassing every second I’m with him

“Actually, it’s Will. My last name is Scarlet though so I guess in a way you were still right.”

That time he just looked over at me and smirked

“Will Scarlet? So you are the one from Robin Hood’s little gang.”

“We’ll I wouldn’t like to think of it so much as a gang as it is more of a community.”

For a little while longer we both just stared into the fire pit at the fire that was about to burn out,

“Is it true what they say about all of you?”

“Hmm?”

He look at me, I could see him from the corner of my eyes

“About all of you being no good thief’s that steal and break laws?”

He looked like he was stumbled for a minute, as if he got caught up in his own words and didn’t know what to say.

“Well yes I guess in a sense that’s true. We steal, and we break the law.”

I let a little Hmph I stared a little bit more intensely into the pit of the burning fire.

I had looked to the side of me and realized that Will moved closer to me.

“But that’s also because we only steal what we need. I would never take without a good cause. Nobody here is really a dirty no good thief, we’re each other’s family. Our own blood. And If taking what we need to survive once in a while qualifies as being “no good thief’s that steal and break the law” then call me a thief.”

He just looked at me with a face I couldn’t quite describe,

“No. I think I like Will much better.”

He just couldn’t help but laugh at me again, his laugh really did fill everything in the atmosphere to its fullest. Almost made me feel light headed. It was almost contagious.

He started to lean over me and Place something above my shoulders, it was his cloth.

“Will I-“

He put his pointer finger up to my lips and shushed me before I could say anything else.

“It’s cold, and if your staying out here any longer you need to make sure you don’t get sick. Don’t worry about it, I have plenty anyways.”

He started to lift his feet from the tree stump we’re both sitting on,

“You mean the one other cloth you own?”

He just smiled at me, with that same gentle smile.

“You haven’t even known for more than twenty for hours and you already got me figured out completely.”

Suddenly he switched from happy and playful to a serious look on his face (I could tell he was still joking with me, well at least a little.)

“But seriously, don’t get sick.”

He pointed his finger out towards me as if to say “I mean it.”

“Your such a mom.” I just chuckled under my breathe, I don’t think I had ever made conversation with some one so easily before.

He started to walk backwards away from me putting his hand out in front of himself and dramatically bowing,

“Fair night…?” He looked up from the ground still half way in his bowing position, eyebrow cocked..

“Y/N.”

“Huh, what a pretty name. And to think I hadn’t known it up until this point.”

He had finally finished showing off his royal gesture as he walks off into the distance probably towards his shelter, and while he walks he throws his hand up in the air one more time as to wish me goodbye.

I couldn’t help but smile at him. I looked back into the fire.

I definitely think that this place feels like

Home.

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AN - Hello, I hope you enjoyed this first little chapter of a series I’m starting Called Domicile. This is gonna be Will Scarlett x Reader series (From Robin Hood Prince of Thieves.) Along with falling down the Heathers (Movie) rabbit hole, I have also grown an unhealthy obsession with Christian Slater which leads us to here. I have tried finding fan fiction for this beautiful man but there is very little, so I thought why not do it myself? So here we are! Fun fact Domicile means home in French.

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