Alan Rickman Character One Shots

The Heart And Spoon (🥄)

You were hired, being the best assassin in England was a full time job but it was your passion. You'd loved the hunt since you were a child, your father teaching you when you were young how to use many weapons. When most men figured out you were a woman they laughed in your face. But then again, they wouldn't be laughing when they handed you your payment.

You approached the castle of Nottingham, your hood up and head down. You weren't in the mood of getting questioned today. As you walked through the gates a Knight stepped in front of you. "State your business." He commanded.

You sighed softly and stared into where you assumed his eyes to be, "I was hired by a Sheriff George of Nottingham? I believe to find a Robin Locksley?" The man looked you up and down and laughed, "A woman?!"

You rolled your eyes and kicked his knee in as you started to walk away the Knight called out in pain. You walked into the castle and saw a man. His face was curious looking at you. This is the man who called you here, you could feel it. You kneeled bowing your head. "Sheriff I presume. I am the Raven."

The man smirked at you and stood. "I've heard much about you, Raven." His low voice spoke. "Never did I expect you to be a woman... but it makes so much sense now." The Sheriff takes your hand and kisses it softly. His eyes bore into yours and you nodded at him out of respect.

"My target?" You asked, dropping your hands from his. He nodded and examined you. "Well... I'd like to see your skills for myself." You were used to this of course, for many years you were put up against kings and their strongest forces. "Of course sir."

You took your hood down, letting your long (H/C) braid fall out of your hood. "If you can cut my braid you win and you pay me half. If I manage to disarm you. I win, you double pay."

The Sheriff chuckled and nodded, "Fair enough. But what if I decide not to hire you?"

Of course, men were so predictable. "You won't."

Sheriff nodded at your confidence, "May the best... person... win." He drew his sword and you smirked, drawing yours. You faked a ridiculous stance and your opponent started counting down. He looked cocky, too cocky. You'd already sized him up in the few seconds he gave you. You knew exactly what his first move would be.

When you fought it was like the world faded away, it was only you and your sword, an extension of your arm. It was a blink of an eye until you heard metal clatter to the ground. In reality it was five minutes of constant and fair sword fighting. You relaxed and smiled at the dark haired man. He looked back at you, impressed, you put your sword away.

"I will give it to you... you put up a fight." You put your hair back into your hood, bringing it back up. "I haven't fought that long in ages."

The Sheriff chuckled and you bowed to him once more.

"The man you'll be sent for is Robin of Locksley. His alias is Robin Hood. My men have been searching for him for a long while now. That's why I have resorted to hiring you. Do beware. I've lost many numbers to this man, he is no joke to me. He may be aware of your arrival. Sometimes these walls have ears if you know what I mean. I'm sure he knows who you are. Where ever you go a Black Death follows. He is somewhere between the forest and his old home. That's all I know."

You nodded once and turned on your heel, waking out. "You have quarter here. As long as you're hunting my bounty you are allowed in my walls." The Sheriff said as you were walking out. "Thank you sir!" You yelled before going out of the castle and getting on your horse, Loki. You were going to find this man. No matter how long it took.

After an entire day of searching you decided it was time to call it a day. Considering you started very early you had searched for fifteen hours. You looked at the moss on the trees and went north, back to Nottingham castle. Loki galloped quietly, he was a perfect stealth horse, you snapped his reins to tell him to pick up the pace and that work was over.

Loki neighed and ran jovially back to the castle. You smiled and put him up in the stables next to a stallion. You walked up to one of the guards, "I'm looking for the Sheriff?" The guard nodded once and lead you up a long spiral stairwell. You pulled your face mask down and dropped your hood. The guard knocked on a big English oak door and after a while it swung open.

The Sheriff looked at the man who lead you to the room, "What."

You cleared your throat and stepped in front of the guard. The Sheriff raised his brows and stepped out of the door way, "Come in. Remember what I said about those ears."

You hummed and stepped into his room. To the left there was a big bed decorated in riches and to the right there was a sitting area and a fire. You walked over to the sitting area and sat down. "I'm sorry to inform you that today's search was fruitless. But I did find something interesting."

The Sheriff hummed and sat across from you, looking into your eyes, he was trying to figure you out.

"Traps. They were built into the ground. Clearly trap doors. Would you know anything of that?"

"I would not." The Sheriff leaned forward, he was intently listening.

"I believe they're for your men if they wander out into the woods too far. I'm sure I can make something of it tomorrow morning." You started to take your armor off, removing your gloves, the fire making it unbearably hot.

The Sheriff was really watching you now. "Sheriff?" You asked, waiting on his response.

He snapped out of his small trance, "Oh yes. Of course. I didn't set these traps. Must be the enemy."

"Right..." you gathered your things and stood, "Where is my room might I ask?"

The Sheriff looked up at you, "Next door madam."

You nodded and shook his hand, "I will not stop until I find this man. I promise you this." Sheriff smiled and gave you a firm grip, feeling the calluses on your skin. He wasn't used to feeling rough women, only smooth ones who cared about their skin. All for him, no restraint.

You let his hand go and walked to your new room. You removed all your armor and sighed softly, you couldn't deny that the Sheriff was attractive. You'd be lying to yourself and noble, loyal girls never lied. That's what your father always used to say to you. If only he could see you now.

You got under the covers and closed your eyes, exhausted. That night you'd dream of the Sheriff, both of the two dreams you had were very different, one would be of catching your prey and receiving your rewards the other similar, but this reward was something different, something you'd never felt before.

To think impure thoughts of a man before marriage was a sin, you couldn't.. but god did it kill you to not.

This is part one! Continue to part two if you wish to continue to read!