![]() ![]() ![]() But the children are doing very well,” you said as gently as you could even if one of the boys was awfully off pitch in that very moment. “Oh, you sing better, miss?” You blushed slightly as the man struggled to look up at you. With that, unfortunately, came the burden of not being really capable of enjoying sounds of the lesser sort. Singing had been part of your very expensive education and because of that you had been granted beautiful sounds and grand voices during your youth, through your education. “They are very sweet for trying,” you said as gently as you could. You glanced to your side only to see a hunchbacked old man with a cane and thick coat. “They sing beautifully,” a man said beside you. “Bless you, my child,” he said and you gave him a tight smile before stepping back to listen some more to the children. You added a handful of coins to the little box and the priest, that was too fat for your liking giving the state of the thin children, smiled widely at you. But it was sweet, and the donations people gave went to the orphanage so that was good too. The church’s Children’s Choir was singing right by the outskirts of the square and you stopped for a moment to listen to them sing a carol with uneven tones and varying pitches that didn’t go all too well together really. ![]() You hadn’t been to Nottingham in many years as your father had had you preoccupied back home but with him out fighting alongside King Richard you had been afforded some more freedom, that included going to visit your unorthodox and free-spirited aunt in Nottingham. Stopping here and there to greet townsfolk or give some coin to the needing, as you had done for a few days now since your arrival. You gave her a smile and continued on your way. “You’re welcome, buy some food,” you said gently and she nodded as she cradled the coins. “Bless your heart, Lady (Y/l/n),” an old lady said as you gave her some coin while passing her by. Besides, if I don’t give it away it will just be turned into taxes anyway and I will not have any part in funding the stupid war if I can help it. You simply believed that other’s shouldn’t starve when you had more than you needed or could ever really spend. Neither was what you would have said about yourself. Some called you kind, some said you were unwise to give away your riches and some called you a saint. You had been busy all morning giving out alms to the poor of Nottingham. Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE Tags/TW’s: Charity, Poverty, Wealth, Enemies, Harsh Language, Devil Worship Mentioned (Canon), Threats, Weapons, , It’s not an actual song but you can sing it if you think of the tempo and tones of Pentatonix singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen with some differences ofc but the tempo is about what I had in mind xD ^^ I just couldn’t find any song that matched what I wanted Y/N to sing xD So had to come up with my own xD Apparently, I have this weird need to recreate at least one Christmas song each year - last year it was 12 Days of Christmas xDĪnd, this fic is a little strange perhaps as I wasn’t planning for it to be an xReader fic but a platonic enemies fic - then shit hit the fan a bit more than halfway through and, well, here we are… O.O Sorry about the strangeness in advance! +A/N: There is a “Christmas song” in this fic that I’ve come up with. However, when he hears you sing for the first time he suddenly has a new appreciation for the tradition even if he has already made an enemy of you… A/N: The Sheriff of Nottingham is not a fan of the holiday spirit and least of all the incessant singing of carols that could be heard everywhere around this time of year. ![]()
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