RoS fic: Meant To Be - Robert/Nasir
I bring you tree!porn. This kept me awake for many a night and simply insisted on being written. Enjoy! *eyebrow waggle*
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Title: Meant To Be
Sequel: The Welcome
Fandom: Robin of Sherwood
Paring: Robin of Huntingdon/Nasir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slashy smut!
Word Count: 3,996
Summary: First time tree!porn or how to finally make a Saracen lose control.
Notes & Disclaimer: My first RoS pr0n fic. This story is based upon the assumption that Robin and Nasir have become very close friends, they just haven't taken that final step yet. For expediencies sake, the timeline for this is after the last episode, obviously so that Marion is out of the picture. ;) All errors are purely my own. Don't own them, wish to God that I did.
Credits: Very special thanks to
desertskies for the beta work and for going above and beyond the call of duty. I was at a complete standstill with this until she came along with some wonderful suggestions and ideas, one of which was the poison (I still love you for that btw). She also supplied the Arabic, as well as some technical assistance. :)
Who reproaches me for love of the friend,
When, slain at the friend's foot, I am content?
Dost thou not, one day, in helplessness, yield the soul?
Then it is best thou surrender it at the feet of the beloved.
~Sadi
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Comments are ♥
Title: Meant To Be
Sequel: The Welcome
Fandom: Robin of Sherwood
Paring: Robin of Huntingdon/Nasir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slashy smut!
Word Count: 3,996
Summary: First time tree!porn or how to finally make a Saracen lose control.
Notes & Disclaimer: My first RoS pr0n fic. This story is based upon the assumption that Robin and Nasir have become very close friends, they just haven't taken that final step yet. For expediencies sake, the timeline for this is after the last episode, obviously so that Marion is out of the picture. ;) All errors are purely my own. Don't own them, wish to God that I did.
Credits: Very special thanks to
Who reproaches me for love of the friend,
When, slain at the friend's foot, I am content?
Dost thou not, one day, in helplessness, yield the soul?
Then it is best thou surrender it at the feet of the beloved.
~Sadi
( Read more ... )
