How to Tame An Outlaw Fanfiction Trailer | Allan/OC
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Once a simple peasant girl, raised in a pleasant village. She'd grown up hearing all about the monsters of Sherwood forest. Outlaws, her mother had called them. Gruesome to look at, foul in stench, and dangerous to cross paths with. Suddenly, she's the very thing she feared, her fate entwined with two brothers, and life becomes unhinged in her search for a place to call home...
Elaine Walker wasn’t even sure if she’d liked the comforts of home. It was a foreign concept to her. She’d heard the tales of cozy fires, a warm shoulder to lean on and laughing so hard your belly ached. For so long she’d roamed Sherwood Forest alone - an outlaw and a thief. On April 26th 1192 she found a spoilt lord, a rogue outlaw and a tavern trickster. All she knew was an Outlaw cannot be tamed.
Okay, so I’ve just spent the best part of a year re-writing my old fanfiction; How to tame an outlaw because i’m incapable of just letting things go and I needed to finish it and the previous version of this story is written so badly I can’t bring myself to even look at it. So a re-write seemed necessary (hahaha I had so much better things to be doing with this year but every night I’ve stayed up to write this fic and 160,000 words later and only the first season is written)
I’m going to be uploading the first Chapter next sunday and then each week one per week. It’s already pre-written so there’s no fear of late uploads. I just can’t wait to share it with you guys.
An Extract:
“Wait up!” Someone called behind her. With an aggravated sigh she saw it was Allan.
“What?” She snapped, bringing her daggers up in defence. Not that she’d ever use them on Allan. Instead she turned around and without aiming chucked them at a tree. A chunk of trunk spat back out as the dagger landed solidly in the centre.
“Geez calm down,” Allan panted, having caught up with her, “If it makes you feel any better I think you’re right. We should ‘ave just given it to the Miller.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better but thanks I guess.”
“Calm down…”
“Calm down!” Elaine turned to face Allan fully. Her eyes transforming into slits as she challenged him to watch his words carefully. “We just gave money to the man that kicked me and my sister from my childhood home with nothing and everyone’s acting like I’m the one whose being ridiculas-”
“I don’t think you are,” Allan softly said, hesitantly taking a few steps forward.
The softness of his words made Elaine still and force herself to control her breathing. Sniffing she managed to choke out the first sincere, “Thanks… thank you. Sorry.”
Carefully she stepped through the bushes to reach her dagger, giving it a tug out.
“I didn’t think when I signed up to help Robin I’d have to listen everything he said,” she admitted quietly, ashamed at her outburst and that it was Allan that had to see it. After all, he was the only one who was attempting to comfort her.
“Neither to be honest,” Allan said, “Following authority isn’t really my style.”
“What is your style?” Elaine raised an eyebrow, curious as to what his skills were.
“Tavern tricks,” Allan admitted, “I’m pretty good at getting rich at the tavern.”
“I like stealing from people like you,” Elaine swung her daggers around in her hand, watching as the light bounced from them, “Tavern tricksters are always so confident they’re the ones stealing, they never expect when someone comes up behind them and tricks them.”
“Not me,” Allan shook his head confidently, “I’m the best thief around, you can’t trick me.”
Wrap. Tuck. Pin. And hope for the best. Be careful not to prick your finger.
Or at least that was the advice Elaine had learnt to making a flower crown. Actually, choosing the flowers was the hard part as the colours needed to work together. Yellow daffodils for the base, Elaine Walker smiled with satisfaction, and for decoration, a bunch of lilac's threaded through. Once she tucked the last pin in place, she held it out to herself, turning and twisting to admire her work. The girls were already playing in the field. If she waited any longer, she'd miss the travelling festival through the village, going onto Knighton and with her mother's strict rules, she wasn't to leave the boundaries of Clun.
Three solid raps on the door followed. Sarah was outside. She always made the best crowns. pink roses intwined with ivy. Elaine was meant to ask where did she find such beautiful flowers inside the village?
"'Lainey, are you coming?"
"Just two seconds." She called back, firmly placing the crown on her head and twirling. Before she left, she caught her reflection in the edge of a kitchen knife. Lovely.
She was just about to leave when her sister hobbled up behind her. With sticky fingers, she grabbed the ends of Elaine's white cloak and begged in a whimper, "Can't I come?"
"That's up to mother." She dismissed.
"Mumma says I can come if you'll look after me."
"Ugh, Meghan. I just want to go to the festival. I don't have time to make another crown."
She could see Sarah waiting outside. They planned to go together; she didn't want to keep her waiting so shoved Meghan aside and fled. The festival music chiming from the hills where the cherry trees grew. In the soft wind, the air infested with a confetti of pink petals. For once, Clun Village was charmed with banners and music.
Arms wrapped between one another, her and Sarah giggled together until their legs beat their heads and they started racing to the top. Elaine won, only because Sarah's dress held her down. They joined the fray of other girls dancing merrily to the tunes. The long grass not fazing them, nor the mud already worn down on her white silk dress. Sarah was quickly dragged by the elbow, a nice man with a nice beard twirled her around. Elaine continued to clap to the beat, forgetting completely -as the band continued through the village, up past the cherry trees and into the trees - her promise to her mother.
"This is brilliant!" Sarah found her again, beaming merrily. Her face red from dancing with the stranger, and new addition of rose flowers prickled in her hair. "Why don't we have festivals every day like this."
"Because not every day is Prince Richard's birthday."
Flutes played - Oh god, how she loved flutes. Dancing to its mellow tune until she'd spun so much the world did also. Nothing felt better than the forest pines under her feet, watching as the leaves twisted in circles as she moved her body.
The trees parted and Knighton hall appeared on her left, Elaine jolted to a stop. She'd only just realised how far she'd gone.
Never had she travelled this far without her mother or father. They'd sometimes come to trade her father's crops for wool here. She recognised the market stand. The Apple tree looked familiar. And Maid Marian of course, everyone knew her. Rosy cheeked and gorgeous, merely thirteen years of age. She didn't join in with the dancing, simply observing with a smile until a young boy took her hand. Sir Edward, her father, rolled his eyes and she giggled, already swept away by the boy into the crowd.
Elaine turned her attention back to her current predicament. She hadn't meant to leave the village, but the music and dancing spun her thoughts away until it was too late.
Needling through the crowd of white, she found Sarah. Two men in either hand and spinning so fast it hurt Elaine's eyes.
"Can I steal her for a second?" She asked, fighting back the panic swirling through her head.
Sarah escaped and Elaine pulled her aside. She urged quickly, "How are we going to get back?"
"Back?" Sarah gaped, "I'm not going back, I'm staying with a friend in Nottingham once this festival ends."
"You never told me that!"
"I didn't realise you needed to know."
Elaine slammed her leg down, in a tantrum of frustration. "Well what am I going to do now? I told mother I wouldn't leave the village and I completely forgot! I don't know how to get back to Clun."
"It's easy. Just follow the path back." But the festival was already moved so far past Knighton hall that the forest edge had disappeared around the corner. "Or come to Nottingham with me and we'll travel back tomorrow with my friend's family."
"Mother won't like that."
"She'd rather you be safe," Sarah reasoned sensibly. Rather rushed, Sarah looked back at the festival. It's music and colour radiating the air, and Elaine knew she wanted to get back to it.
"I should start walking," Elaine decided. Already, she'd held Sarah back and her many suitors would be waiting to twirl her around again. The girls were moving fast into the age of trying to find husbands, and for Sarah it was paramount with her recently deceased father to secure financial safety.
"If you want to do that. Just please be careful."
Be careful. Yes – outlaws and beasts lived deep in the heart of Sherwood forest. Elaine wasn't sure what was worse. The tales of yellow eyes monsters, with fangs, leaching on the innocent. So many bedtime stories, that she didn't know if they were tales supposed to be about outlaws or animals.
Sarah was quick to dance back to the party, and Elaine turned with Clun in mind. The forest loomed closer with each step and so did the spike of her heart. Beating. Pumping. The image of outlaws with fangs and patchy skin came to mind. She was sure she saw one or two peeking around the edge of trees – no, that was just her imagination.
They hadn't turned any corners during the dance, had they? She truly couldn't remember and decided to carry on straight with each turn in the road. The forest grew in an arch above her and she couldn't even make out where the sun was to work out her direction. God. Was she lost? Breathe, breathe, breathe… the skies darkened, trees became silhouettes. The constant thought that her mother must be so worried about her, kept her moving. Every whistle of wind, rustle of leaves and owl hoot sent Elaine reeling. She surely hadn't been dancing this long, so why was she walking so far?
"Tom!" Someone hissed. A human voice. An angry human voice.
Elaine jumped. She hadn't heard anything but animal noises for the past hour. She spun, trying to work out where it had come from. She could only see trees. Green blurred around her as he eyes pricked to hear anything even slightly differently-
Something moved. Startled, Elaine stepped back. Without a plan, her body on instinct dashed to the side of path. Maybe if she got to the trees she could hide. Whatever it was, heavy footsteps followed after her. Pinching her eyes shut, preferring not to see whatever it was. Suddenly, a great weight slammed against her. She tumbled forward, head moving faster than her body. Rush of blood swam to her head. Barely managing to catch herself with her hands before she hit the mud.
Roughly, she was pulled around and something hard pushed against her throat. She wanted to scream, but a strange stillness took over her muscles, paralysing her in place.
"Give me all your money!"
"I don't – I don't have any money. Please."
The boy pushed the object harder into her neck.
"I said give over the money!"
He was only a boy, no older than Elaine. His hair ruffled and dirt smudged into his face. If he was an outlaw, he certainly didn't look like the pictures Elaine had painted in her head.
Behind him, another figure approached. I'm outnumbered, she thought in a stir of panic. Thump, thump, thump – was that the sound of another person approaching. No – Just the sound of her heart. She needed to think clearly. Scrunching her nose up to stop the pulsing, she focused on the scene in front of her.
The approaching figure looked similar to the boy, but older. Muscles more defined and beard growing through. Most noticeably, his eyes were a piercing blue. A brother, perhaps?
From the scruff of his neck, he tugged the younger boy on top of Elaine up, like a dog would their pup.
"Tom," the older one growled, "What are you playin' at?"
"What was I playing at?" The boy – Tom – echoed, "I was thinking about getting a decent bed tonight. Or do you wanna sleep on this floor again?"
"Oi, you were the one who ran away from home. I just followed."
Tom jabbed a finger at Elaine. It was then she noticed a knife hadn't been in his hand, but a very blunt stick. She'd been afraid for nothing. "Allan, we wanna live this way, we gotta steal from the people."
"I didn't want to live like this." the older one snapped, clearly irritation by his younger brothers' behaviour. "But she clearly don't have anything. Do you see a purse?"
Whilst they fought, Elaine considered crawling away. However, as the conversation turned to her on the floor, so did their eyes and soon both of them were staring back at her.
"We don't need money, maybe her cloak'll sell for something?"
"Tom, are you thick?"
"What?"
The older one groaned, his eyes popping from his skull. "She's a girl. How's it going to look if we go into Nottingham with a girl's muddy cloak and try and sell it."
Elaine clung the cloak around herself. Her mother had hand stitched this herself and was the most lavish thing she owned… but if it came to it, she'd gladly take it off and give it to them if it meant saving her life. Grabbing at the ties, she undid it and shook it from her shoulders. With trembling hands, she offered it to them.
Neither of them noticed for a minute, still bickering amongst themselves the way siblings do. Then, slowly Tom frowned and took note of the cloak offered to him. Viciously, he snatched it from her grip.
"Ah, see, the girls got some sense. She knows we'll kill 'er otherwise."
The older one snatched it back. "With what? A stick… here, take it." He offered it back kindly, his voice smoothing out as he spoke to her. "We don't want your cloak."
"Allan. That's good money there!"
Elaine shivered, "You're – You're not going to kill me?"
"No," Allan puffed a laugh as if the very idea was ridiculous and was now crouched in front of her. "My brother's the biggest wuss I know, I doubt he'd be able to hurt you."
Tom heaved a huff, "Shut up will you."
"Maybe don't go around, tackling teenage girls then, you idiot."
I just want to go home. Her father's warm embrace was waiting for her, as was her mother's carrot soup. She promised she'd keep it steaming for her. Edging up, she felt confident enough that they wouldn't harm her again, at least while the older brother was there. She made sure to keep him in between them as she rose from her knees.
But as she went to stand, her heel caught the back of her dress and she tripped again. Expecting the hard thud of the forest floor, Allan's arms instead caught her wrists and she remained standing.
"Uh – thank you."
"Look, I'm sorry about my brother. He's a right pain in the arse." Tom rolled his eyes and sulked off into the darkness of the trees. Elaine hoped to never see him again. "Just – uh, please don't tell anyone about this."
If she got out of here without getting killed, she'd be thanking them. Instead of saying this pathetic line, she simply nodded.
Allan mumbled a quite thanks and turned off the forest path to find his brother.
Almost alone again, Elaine spun in confusion. The fading light had gone now and all that was left was a shimmer of moonlight and stars seeping through the trees to guide her way. She didn't even know what way she'd come from.
"Do you…" Finding her voice, she tried again, "Do you know which way Clun is?"
Allan shrugged but looked around as if he'd find a sign that would give him the answer. "I'm sorry, I've got no clue. I'm not from around here. But there was a village just a bit down there that had these pink trees in it."
Delight sprung through her and every ounce of fear she'd just felt immediately evaporated. "Thank you so much!"
"Uh- don't mention it," Allan shrugged, his face darkening in shadow the further he backed away, "Good luck."
"You too," She sung happily. Not bothering to wait around to be attacked again, Elaine sped off, the wind ripping a thousand miles per hour across her ears. She had no intention of being attacked again.
As Clun Village sunk into her vision again, she looked to the sky and said a little prayer for Allan, the blue-eyed wanderer. His brother would surely get him in trouble if he wasn't careful.
