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noemitenshi · 9 months

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Masterlist

Here you'll find all the things I create (all type of fics, gifs, metas), conveniently collected in one place. So far I'm obsessed with Cursed and Fear the Walking Dead (which has one common theme, Daniel Sharman). Enjoy 🧡

Fear the Walking Dead

Fanfiction

Troy Otto

Ghost 2,126 words, WIP, angst, sad, exploration of Troy's headspace immediately after the last scene we see him at the dam, what did surviving this do to him?

Troy Otto x Alicia Clark

[Series] Sick like you [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05] Troy Otto x Alicia Clark, 9,850 words, finished, smut, so much smut, slight dub-con, D/s undertones, part one is canon compliant, Alicia is done being the good kid, but then she feels bad about it, cheating, enemies to lovers, unhealthy to healthy relationship

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog (Lee) || Troy Otto & Crazy Dog (Lee)

Addicted to mess Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 185,730 words, WIP, (lots and lots of) smut, fluff, angst, wholesome, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, watch them turn an unhealthy relationship into a healthy one , also have I said smut yet?

Fool me twice Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 20,350 words, WIP, smut, dub con, unhealthy relationship, Troy Otto has a deathwish, Crazy Dog takes advantage

Just around the corner Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 4,185 words, WIP, fluff, AU - no zombies, In a world without zombies Troy finds a different purpose

Love, endless Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 1,029, finished (for now), unhealthy relationship, angst, dark, tragedy, COMIC

Moonlit Kisses Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 32,750 words, finished, fluff, wholesome, sweet, first kiss, first time, smut, canon divergent, teeny bit of angst, some whump

Paint your body in hues of red Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 1,933 words, finished, smut, fluff, established relationship, wax play, facesitting

Sex Worker AU Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), AU - no zombies, Troy sells the ranch after his father dies and decides to have some fun, includes but not limited to hiring a sex worker (Lee), client to friend to lover, imagine

Soup Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 696 words, finished, fluff, Troy loves soup

Surprise Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 625 words, finished, fluff, Troy has a surprise for Crazy Dog

[Series] The easy part is always hardest to see [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 04 (alternative version) - 05 - 06] Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 42,204 words, finished, smut, teeny bit of dub-con, a lot of fluff, some angst, pining, whump, enemies to friends to lovers

[Series] The melody of sand and waves and hope and schemes Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 2,629 words, finished (for now?), AU - Royalty, arranged marriage, fluff, cute, pre-relationship, Princess Troy series

The monster that brought me here Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 28,323 words, WIP, dark, angst, hurt, little comfort, sad, Troy is dealing with the trauma of having been raped, Crazy Dog has his own trauma to work through, canon divergent, second part of a series, fallout from 'I'd do it all again'

The moon bathes your face in gentle light no official wordcount, finished (for now) Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, angst, fluff, Troy survives s8, saves Tracy and runs into a familiar face - the two former enemies bond over their similar grief

This insanity you give to me Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 29,551 words, finished, smut, fluff, teeny bit of angst, instead of avoiding Crazy Dog after their initial encounter in 'Addicted to mess' Troy seeks him out. After all, that asshole can't just do things like that to him and then leave, spin-off of 'Addicted to mess'

What's it gonna be, Troy? Troy Otto & Crazy Dog, 8,146 words, finished, oneshot, soulmate AU, angst, fluff, pre-relationship, enemies to friends (soulmates)

Troy Otto & Jake Otto

Cozy 353 words, finished, angst, some fluff, what was running through Troy's mind during the hug with Jake in s3ep9 (right before he was exiled)

Troy Otto & Madison Clark

Moral Compass no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), a stab at deepening Troy's and Madison's relationship (really just the beginning of it), a mututal madness

What should've been - Troy's revenge 1,242, finished, angst, hurt, some comfort I guess, fix-it I guess, how s8ep11 should've gone

When home becomes a strange place Troy Otto & Madison Clark, 3,370 words, finished, fix-it, hopeful ending, bittersweet, what would it take for Madison to actually start caring about Troy

Troy Otto x Nick Clark || Troy Otto & Nick Clark

I'd do it all again Troy Otto x Nick Clark, 10,185 words, finished, dark, angst, hurt no comfort, non-con (rape), suicide, not a happy story, what if things at the dam went a bit different - and how will they live with the consequences of their actions?

Sketch Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 337 words, finished, angst, hopeful?, fix-it?

That Crazy Bastard Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 728 words, finished, fluff, Troy had been vanishing for over a week now, refusing to tell Nick what he was up to. Until today

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog X OC

I can't stop imagining hurting you Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 9,424 words, finished, smutt, fluff, Troy gets introduced to the concept of spanking

Lost & Found Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 32,554 words, WIP, fluff, angst, Troy Otto being saved after the dam, finding his way back to himself, fast-burn, 'Addicted to mess' chapters 1 and 2 happened in this universe too, rest of s3 happened as in canon

No title Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, no official word count, snippet, fluff, angst, abusive!serena backstory

Troy Otto x OC

Earn your keep 131,622 words, WIP, Troy gets a redemption arc, major character death (happens in the first chapter), Troy Otto centric, slow burn, grudging allies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Follow me (down the streams of sweat on your body) Troy Otto x unnamed female (could be reader, could be author, could be OC, could even be someone from canon), 5,612 words, finished, smut, slight D/s undertones, bondage, aftercare, fluff, praise kink

Kept 14,893 words, WIP, dub-con, past sexual abuse, AU - no Clarks, dark, angst, suicidal thoughts, bad BDSM etiquette, unhealthy relationship, slow burn to a better place, two broken people trying to figure things out between them, will get worse before it gets better

Troy Otto & his parents (Jeremiah Otto, Tracy Otto)

Childhood memories 2,084 words, WIP, angst, hurt, dark, child abuse, a study of Troy's childhood, his mother's complicated feelings, what happened with the rabbits

Troy Otto & Tracy Otto (daughter)

Reunion no official wordcount, Imagine, finished, angst, fluff, Troy survived s8 and rescues his daughter

Gifs&Lyrics

I will do it again

Who are you to say that?

Asks & Metas

Jake Otto

Jake Otto as a Brother

even more

Troy Otto

...and Boundaries

...and the Horde

...as a father

Favorite Troy scene(s) and why

'I don't drink'

'I'd do it all again'

...in a relationship

'It's the first time I've felt fear'

On killing Mike

Post s8 thoughts

Troy and Madison

Troy's feelings in his last moments (s3)

Troy's sexuality and more on his sexuality

Why Troy didn't get poisoned like the other Militia members

'You stayed at the ranch because you love me'

Cursed

Fanfiction

Empty ways can cloud your eyes The Weeping Monk x Reader, 20,268 words, WIP (though ch 11 is a good place to end things), redemption arc, crisis of faith, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, whump

Madness is a narrow bridge The Weeping Monk, finished, oneshot, angst, dark, no comfort, a heartbreaking glimpse into the weeping monk's mind while he hunts his own

Gifs&Lyrics

The Weeping Monk & Squirrel, AOV by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Gawain, Custer by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his faith (i guess), Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

The Weeping Monk & his guilt, Lech by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his doubts, The burden by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Father Carden, The In-between by In This Moment

#troy otto #lancelot #the weeping monk #jake otto #alicia clark #madison clark #nick clark #ftwd #fear the walking dead #cursed netflix #fanfics #gifs and lyrics #masterlist #my writing #this took forever to make #god i'm really bad at keeping this up to date

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Summary: In which Squirrel and Gawain take care of a stubborn and badly injured Lancelot while making their way to the Fey camp. Along the way, Lancelot begins his path of healing and redemption. Takes place immediately after 1x10.

Tagging: @orithil, @dinosaurswant2rule, @wonderwhump, @waitingforrescue, @disappearinginq, @deepwoundsandfadedscars, @sowhumpful, @aarkose, @shadow-warren-whump, @theladyoffangorn, @jo-castle, @whumpappreciation, @whumpypepsigal, @whumpthencomfort, @jane--thors, @witchy-ace-of-hearts, @whumpwhumpwhumpwhump, @bauqui, @classicwhump, @nessadb2, @99point9percentwhump, @whumper-butterfly, @cosmicwanda

#ace writes stuff #my writing #whump #cursed #cursed netflix #the weeping monk #gawain #squirrel #fanfics #mod post #lancewain #my cursed fanfic #did i make this banner in 3 seconds just because i wanted something for this post??#maybe.....#btw i am TERRIFIED about posting this #i hope you guys enjoy it #i really do

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themuselesswriter · 2 years

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If you’re wondering where I disappear, I’m writing a fanfic about cursed:’) and it’s not over until now which is crazy.

#fanfics #fanfiction #museless memes #renew cursed #cursed lancelot #netflix cursed #nimue cursed #gawain #squirrel #the green knight #the weeping monk #lady of the lake #daniel sharman

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jplupine · 3 months

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⛓In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 13⛓

Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC] Word Count: ~4.2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Size Difference, Heat, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Marking, Getting Caught, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Devin makes it to the Fey safe haven only to realize they had lost track of time. Thankfully, Devin now has the help they need.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 13:

It hit a day after docking. I had woken up with a fever and locked the door to my room. I sealed the windows the best I could and kept the room dark.

Even though I knew this was coming from all the tell-tale signs, I had hoped to have a few extra days to prepare. I wasn't ready in the slightest. I had no stored food nor water in here, and going to the market would be too big of a gamble.

What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Starve? I couldn't.

Maybe if I wished hard enough, Lancelot would hopefully notice my absence and bring me food. However, I could only imagine what he must be dealing with right now since he was among all of the Fey while being known as the Weeping Monk. I had wanted to help him, but I couldn't do much of anything right now.

The gods must have wanted to rub my horrible predicament in my face when there was a knock at my door. I groaned while burying my face into the pillow. Maybe if I pretended I wasn't here, they'd leave me alone.

"I know you're in there. I can hear you." Lancelot's voice came from the other side of the door, and my heart raced. My ears went flat against my skull as I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to muffle how I whimpered. I was torn on what to do.

Should I unlock the door and let him in, or keep him out?

"Devin?" He sounded uncertain and concerned. Had he heard my quiet whimper, too? Fuck, I should've known better. If he could hear the howling from the Wolf Folk village all the way in my cave, no wonder he could hear me now even as I was trying to be quiet. "Devin, are you okay?"

I buried my face deeper in the pillow. Maybe he'd think I was still asleep if I didn't make any other noise.

My ears twitched when I heard metallic clicking. I quickly looked up when the door was swung open. Lancelot stood there and froze as soon as his eyes landed on me.

His gaze slowly wandered over my naked body laying across the bed. Lancelot's pupils widened, and he swallowed after breathing in. He closed the door behind himself before clearing his throat and putting his hands on his hips.

"Sorry. I, uh, thought you were hurt."

"Did you just pick that lock?"

"Again, I thought you were hurt." Lancelot shifted on his feet as he glanced at the closed windows. "I-I can leave if you-"

"No." I cut him off while sitting up. His scent was driving me wild, and since he was already here, I might as well accept the opportunity presented. "Stay. Please."

Lancelot's eyes fell to my bare chest, seeing how much it had swollen due to my hormones. His brows slowly knit together before realization dawned on his face.

"Before you ask, the answer is yes. Heats cause Wolf Folk breasts to enlarge. Pregnancy moreso. Did you really never notice?"

"I, uh, I assumed my memory must've been mistaken when I saw you were....smaller than our first encounter." Lancelot swallowed again. "Are you sure you want me to stay? You're in heat."

"Either you stay, or I remain locked in this room, miserable and alone. Please, help me." I said while spreading my legs. Lancelot saw how wet I was, and his breath shook.

He kicked off his shoes and quickly loosened the strings of his jerkin to get it off. Belts for weapons clattered to the floor as he crossed the room. Lancelot was naked by the time he reached the edge of the bed, and he pushed me to lay down.

His lips were on mine as I pulled his hair free of the leather strip. His rough palms were on my skin, and I leaned into his touch. My body was aching for him as a fire burned beneath my skin.

It was hard to believe a year had already passed from the first time I had met Lancelot. It was wilder to think about what all had happened in just that time.

Lancelot kissed along my jaw and down my neck. There was a possessive growl when his tongue curled over my throat, and I leaned my head back for him. I loved the way his mouth felt on my skin as he nipped and left hickeys in his wake.

He ground his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he was before his face went lower. He licked from the base of my throat to my jaw, and electricity danced across my skin.

"I love you." I panted as one of his hands slid down my stomach.

"I love you, too." His breath was hot against my skin. "Embrace me so that I may feel heavenly bliss once more, my sweet shepherd." Lancelot whispered near my ear. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him closer before moaning from his fingers sliding over my clit.

My fingers slid into his long hair as he pushed his fingers inside. I moaned when they curled, and Lancelot smirked while looking down at me.

"Oh, how the angels sing through your lips." His tone was nearly a purr as he praised me in his blasphemous way. "Such sweet music." Lancelot made me moan again as my back arched off the bed.

"Stop teasing me." I panted, and Lancelot kissed my cheek. He pulled his fingers free before lining up his cock.

"'I am my beloved's," He groaned from thrusting in, and I moaned. "'and my beloved is mine.'" Lancelot had such a gentle tone as his forehead rested against mine. He took in a slow breath through his nose before rocking his hips back. "Mine." He growled while snapping his hips into me.

Lancelot placed one of his large hands on my collarbone as his fingers rested around the base of my throat. He looked down at me with such predatorial eyes. His long hair fell over his shoulders as he kept thrusting and had me pinned against the bed.

My toes curled as I moaned and dug my claws into the blanket.

"Fuck~! Lance- Oh, fuck! Right there! Right ther- Aaahh~!" My back arched as my head lolled back. My heat had been chipping away at him, and he was finally crumbling and falling into rut as he thrust with such feral need.

Lancelot bared his teeth while growling, and the state he was in only turned me on more. The rumbling from his chest had me shivering in delight. He grabbed the back of my knees to push my legs toward my chest.

The new position allowed him to go deeper, and I cried out as my toes splayed. His balls smacked against my ass with each thrust, and I could feel the pressure rising. The old wood of the bed was creaking in protest from his lack of delicacy.

However, Lancelot's heavy thrusting lost rhythm, and I growled out of frustration.

He huffed before dropping my legs around his hips. He slid his arms under my back before picking me up with such ease. We were chest to chest while locking eyes.

"Gods, you are beautiful." I whispered while cupping his face in my hands.

"Such praise from your lips."

"You think me beautiful as well?" The corners of my mouth curled upward.

"Utterly divine." Lancelot panted before dropping me a few inches to have his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I moaned as my eyes closed, and he grabbed my ass in a firm grip to lift me up. "Are you still haunted by me?" His voice was low, and I looked at him.

"Whenever you are away from me. The ghost of your touch finds me even in my dreams."

"You still dream of me?"

"Often, mo chroí." I managed to say before moaning. Lancelot slightly tilted his head to the side.

"Mo chroí?"

"My heart." Hearing what it meant, Lancelot smiled. He kissed me and groaned while holding me closer to his chest. He snapped his hips as his tongue slid into my mouth.

I could do little more than hold on to him as he fucked me. I could feel the pressure building again, and I moaned into the kiss. Lancelot's blunt nails dug into my skin, making me softly growl.

He responded in kind without stopping. He was keeping the same wild pace, and it was pushing me closer to the edge. Our breathing was coming so heavily as saliva stretched between our bottom lips.

There was something so erotically satisfying about seeing Lancelot with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Listening to him grunt and groan had my thighs squeezing his sides. I swallowed and panted before moaning again.

Lancelot slipped one of his hands between us, and my claws dug into his skin from his thumb rubbing my clit. Biting my bottom lip, I was turned into a moaning and whimpering mess in his arms. My ears were flat against my skull as I was so fucking close to falling apart.

He knew I was about to cum if he kept up what he was doing, and he picked up the pace because he himself was nearing the edge. Lancelot held me firmly while slamming his cock into me. I cried out when he bit me, and his low growl was the last straw for me as he rubbed my clit.

My orgasm left me shaking and moaning that I barely noticed how Lancelot's teeth were drawing blood. He groaned into my skin, and cum was dripping onto the bed.

There was a moment where only the sound of our heavy breathing could be heard in the room. Calm washed over me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Lancelot wrapped his arms around me and hummed while burying his face into my neck.

"I'm so hungry." I mumbled, and he chuckled.

"How about I fetch you something, then?" Lancelot suggested.

"That would be lovely." I was smiling while playing with his hair.

We both jolted when the door suddenly slammed open. The man standing there was tall and looked thoroughly pissed. He had a staff with a sword strapped to his hip, but he didn't attack us with either as he instead balked.

The anger in his eyes turned into shock as he looked at us. Lancelot slowly grabbed the pillow to cover as much of our naked bodies as possible before clearing his throat.

"I guess I forgot to lock the door back." He whispered.

"Oh." The tall man seemed at a loss for words. "Oh." His eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "I.... We need to talk." He looked right at Lancelot.

"Can it not wait?" I asked, and the awkward tension in the air grew thicker. The man glanced at Lancelot's clothes scattered across the floor before grabbing the doorknob.

"Get dressed." He ordered, and the door was shut.

"....I think that was Merlin." Lancelot muttered and swallowed.

"If it is....good news."

"How is that good news?" He looked at me with furrowed brows.

"He just caught you in bed with a Fey. That proves you're not the same as before."

"That's your takeaway from this?"

"Lancelot, I'm in heat. All I can really think about right now is fucking you until this bed is but kindling." My tone was low, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. He licked his lips hungrily as he slowly leaned in closer.

However, he quickly pulled away while shaking his head.

"Don't look at me like that." He dropped me on the bed before getting up and snatching his trousers from the floor. "He looked angry, and I need to think clearly."

"Good luck."

"Devin." He had a firm tone, and I rolled onto my side.

"I'm serious. You're covered in my scent now." He heavily sighed when he realized it was true. So, even when he left the room, he'd still be able to smell me and my heat on himself.

Lancelot continued getting dressed before picking up the leather strip for his hair. He pulled it up in a quick bun that looked like a mess as he rushed toward the door to not make Merlin wait any longer.

I sighed while stretching out my legs. Curling up with the pillow, I laid there until Lancelot's return.

I woke up to a plate of food being held in front of my face. I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep. Sitting up, I took the plate and began to devour the fruit and poultry.

"Merlin's anger runs deep." Lancelot stated as he was crouched next to the bed.

"....Will you be okay?" I paused while looking at him.

"I will be. His anger is not directed at me, per se. I think Percival talked to him."

"What makes you think that?"

"He knew things he should not." Lancelot moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I think he's also grieving."

"We've lost many to the Red Paladins. That's no surprise." I ate some more of the chicken. "If he is not angry with you as you say, what did he want?"

"Plans. Tactics." Lancelot rested his elbows on his knees. "With my absence and Father Carden's death, their progress has greatly slowed. I still remember the maps and planned routes, and word will be sent to the Fey villages most at risk."

"There's something else you're not telling me." I said while tearing apart some bread. He looked at me and rubbed his hand over his jaw.

"Well, he, uh," Lancelot cleared his throat. "He wanted to address our 'situation'."

"Situation?" I chuckled, and he averted his gaze while looking embarrassed.

"You're clearly Fey, Devin. He wouldn't ignore catching us in bed together."

"And what did you tell him?" I set the plate to the side. "Did you try to save your Christian dignity by claiming I seduced you? I would understand if you had." Crawling closer to him, I saw that he was blushing.

"I didn't."

"Then? How did you explain yourself?"

"I....said that we are lovers." He looked at me, and our faces were only inches apart. "I may struggle with myself and how I feel, but I am learning. I refused to stand by and let you be taken by Odhran. I will not disavow you now to Merlin."

"That we are lovers...." I muttered while smiling.

"Should I not have said that?"

"Does it look as if I am upset with that?"

"You look happy."

"I am." My tail swayed, and Lancelot began to smile.

"You love me that much?"

"Having you declare to someone else that I am your beloved warms my heart, and if you so much as wish it, I will do the same. I love you deeply, Lancelot." Placing my fingers under his chin, I turned his face more in my direction to kiss him.

"It's so different." He whispered.

"What is?"

"Every time you say you love me, I can feel it."

"Shall I say it more?"

"Say it as much as you please."

"If I do, I may never shut up." Lancelot chuckled at my words, and I climbed onto his lap. "Did you remember to lock the door this time?"

"I did."

"Then it's safe to assume you don't plan on leaving soon?"

"How could I with you in such a needy state?" He settled his hands on my hips as I opened the front of his trousers. "The entire time I was gone, I was eager to return. You plagued my thoughts."

"Did I now?" My tone sounded nearly like a purr as I reached into his trousers to find his cock. His breath faltered as his grip on me tightened.

"Devin...."

"What is it, mo chroí?"

"I want you to know, I will do everything within my power to hold my promise to you."

"I would hope so. I've come a far way on your word, Lancelot." I kissed him again, and he suddenly stood. He gently placed my feet on the floor before pulling his clothes off. When he grabbed me to pull me closer, he spun me around to have my back against him.

"You smell so damn good." Lancelot rested his cheek against my temple, and his scruffy jaw was rough against my skin. His hands ran up my sides before he squeezed my chest. My tail lifted as my ass pressed against him, and a whimper came from the back of my throat. "Memories cannot compare to truly having you in my arms, my love." He whispered while pinching my nipples.

My breath faltered as my ears flattened.

"That's right. I still remember every way you told me to touch you. I could never forget what made you cry out in such beautiful ways.... What made you writhe beneath me." His tone dropped as he squeezed again. My thighs pressed together as I was leaning into his touch.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"I like to hear how you whimper for me." He pinched my nipples to make me whine before his rough palms went down my torso. His hands slid between my legs and forced them apart. Lancelot breathed in through his nose and growled.

His fingers went over my pussy to gather up slick. Raising his hand, he spread his fingers to show the clear fluid stretching between his digits.

"Hmm.... Shall I stop here?"

"No! Keep touching me."

"Why should I?" He was taunting me now while barely holding out himself.

"I want you." I panted, and Lancelot grabbed me as his lips brushed over my cheek.

"What was that?"

"I want you."

"Have some bloody manners." He pulled my hair to make my head lean back. His teeth scraped over my neck, and he nipped.

"Please."

"That's more like it." Lancelot used his hold on my hair to push me toward the bed until I had to kneel on the edge. He grabbed the back of my neck to push me down with my ass in the air. His other hand slid over my hip to move me into position.

When his hand lowered to grab my ass, my tail lifted out of the way. Lancelot's breath was deeper, and I felt his cock pressing against my core and using my slick to ease his way in. Feeling myself stretching to accommodate his length, I groaned. His grip on the back of my neck tightened while pushing my cheek further into the rumpled blanket.

When his hips were flush against me, he grabbed my hip again. Lancelot softly sighed with relief before slowly pulling out a few inches only to thrust back in. My heat left me so aroused that there was a wet slap from his balls smacking against me over and over again.

Lancelot groaned over me, and I dug my claws into the blanket. Feeling his fingers squeezing my hip and scruff as he thrust in deep made my head spin. Listening to his grunts and heavy breaths, I clenched when he moaned, and his hips bucked.

His rut soon had him pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy, seeking that high as the bed rocked. Lancelot put more weight behind the hand on the back of my neck, ensuring that I would remain in the position he put me in. It gave him perfect access, hitting every spot that made me cry out and my toes to splay.

My ears were turned back as I moaned and felt drool trickling down my cheek. Each thrust made my body jolt, the flesh of my ass jiggling from every impact of his hips slamming into me. Lancelot was panting and groaning, losing himself to the pleasure.

He placed one foot on the edge of the bed to lean over me more as if he were mounting. It drove my instincts wild as I cried out and arched my back. My tail swayed while still off to the side.

Gods, it was so hard to have a coherent thought with how good it felt. Lancelot pushed me further onto the bed to climb on behind me before fully mounting and biting my shoulder.

His arms wrapped around me, one hand going between my thighs to find my clit. My entire body shuddered when his fingers rubbed against the throbbing bud. Lancelot grunted into my skin while holding me to his chest as he fucked me.

His rut was no doubt filling his mind with thoughts of breeding. Lancelot's hand not between my thighs ran up my stomach and over my nipples, squeezing one of the swollen mounds as I bared my fangs. His touch sent sparks dancing across my skin, and he pinched my nipple to make me squirm beneath him.

Lancelot had me at his mercy trapped beneath him, left with no choice but to feel his body surrounding mine. My senses were drowning in him as I whimpered and moaned. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his eyes dark and full of hunger as he was watching me. His hair swayed from his thrusting, and he opened his mouth with his face so close to mine.

He licked my cheek, a show of affection before nipping my ear closest to him. I couldn't take it anymore with all of the sensations colliding like a spring storm. My moan was nearly a roar as I was cumming around his cock with my claws tearing through the blanket.

Lancelot groaned and fucked me through it. My body clenching around him became too much, and his cock was twitching while pumping me full of cum. His hips gradually began to slow as he panted and grunted in my ear.

I was trying to catch my breath, and he rested his head on my shoulder with his body slowly relaxing. He eventually pulled out, his softening cock covered in a mix of bodily fluids that were also leaking down my thighs. Lancelot nuzzled my cheek and jaw to help ease me back down from the high.

My legs felt weak, and when I eased them outward to lay down on my stomach, I felt the ache in my lower back. Lancelot began to leave sweet kisses over my shoulders and upper back, including where he'd bitten me.

"You're so beautiful." Lancelot whispered. Scoffing, I wiped the drool from my face.

"I'm a mess."

"You can be both at once." I could hear the smile in his voice as his lips brushed over my skin. "You are entrancing." Lancelot placed a hand on my lower back and slowly moved it upward. "The way you move and your muscles flex.... The way you sound. Your eyes." He kissed my temple. "Beautiful."

I propped myself up on my elbows as my tail softly wagged, giving away just how much I enjoyed his praise.

"Even the way your pretty lips part and shape your voice." Lancelot's fingers caressed my lips. "You are a work of art, my love."

"You certainly have a way with words." I smiled, and he kissed my cheek.

"I only speak the truth." Lancelot then laid down beside me and brushed his knuckles over my cheek. His eyes were so gentle as he looked at me, far from that cold stare that could bore through me.

"You truly don't find me scary? Monstrous?"

"....No. I understand what you meant by your nature." He gently tapped my chin with his knuckle while looking at my mouth. I playfully nipped his finger, and he smirked. "Your fangs and claws are just a part of you, meant to aid in your survival. I have yet to see you turn these on another out of pure malice." His gaze was focused on my fangs gently around his finger. "Sometimes I find myself even thinking they're a bit....adorable. It's a bit strange."

"It's not strange." I said after letting go. "Admiration, love, understanding; these can all make you see things differently." Holding his hand and opening it, I kissed his palm. "I no longer see you as I did before, either."

"....How do you see me now, Devin?" Lancelot hesitantly questioned as if he were afraid of the answer.

"My mate." I softly smiled and tilted my head. "You confessed your love for me in many ways, Lancelot, including under the light of a full moon. I reciprocated."

"And that makes us mates?"

"Do you not want us to be? You were calling me your lover not too long ago-"

"No, I want to be your mate."

"Good. I would have bit you if you said you didn't." Lancelot chuckled, his smile making me feel so light and for a warmth to bloom in my chest. "I'm going to enjoy having you around for my entire heat instead of just a few days."

"You are an insatiable wolf."

"Tell me you don't think you will enjoy it, too." I challenged while resting my chin on his chest. Lancelot's smile turned sultry before he leaned in to kiss me without saying a word.

Having his rut triggered by my heat made me not doubt that he would be fine. Lancelot wasn't human, and given what happened during my last heat, I would not be left wanting in any way.

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leftingbadly · 4 months

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holy man. | the weeping monk

After fighting for his life against a woman he once knew as a child, imagery of a burning village rushed to the forefront of his mind, and the weeping monk was forced to face one of his greatest regrets.

pairing: the weeping monk x ofc

An unloving embrace took hold of him, the cold chill of the forest settled within his body and the trees whispered their unwelcome, his bones rattled beneath a dead gaze and on his knees he stood before her, as she had once stood before him, defenseless and broken.

“Are you so afraid?” Her voice taunted him from behind shut eyelids, whispering the words he had seethed to her ages ago, when he was just a child and she was younger than that, and he had driven a sword through the flesh and bone of her mother and set her home afire with the flames of God, and drums bellowed so loudly in his ears he was sure death would embrace him.

“Not of you, you witch.” Despite his anger, his pain and his remorse, practiced words slipped from his mouth, the prayer rolled from his lips like metal against glass and his teeth shuddered as they slipped through, “God will protect me.”

“And yet your voice wavers,” her laughter began again, withered and bruised, “You have forsaken your own people for a God in whom you barely trust!” A disbelieving scoff, he blanched from her words, thought but never spoken aloud, he reveled in the truth of it, he cradled it to him as though they were the last truthful things he would ever hear, but he did not show it. He knew the punishment of hesitance towards Him.

“I do not fear you, devil-kin.”

“Devil-kin!” She crouched before him, “What then does that make you? Are you saved, oh holy man? Are you relinquished of the grasp the devil once held you in? Hear how the trees moan their anger,” she tilted his head up, her hands as equally bloodied as his face, “behold the forest, through those weeping eyes, and hear how your past rejects you.” A gaping hole formed within the bottom-most pit of his stomach, a hole that would swallow him from the inside. He shut his eyes to the sway of the trees, and steeled his skin from the wind of the forest.

“Please…” his voice had never sounded so broken to his ears, not before the Father with is whips and hot swords, never before the guards that had beaten him when he was young, yet before this woman now, who peeled his skin from his bones and throttled his soul, he felt the forest within him again, the woods that called to him, he felt it hard and clamoring and claiming, oh how it claimed him.

She stood an arms length from him, strong arms held onto a bloodied sword, and a heaving chest hosted a broken soul, she was as lost as he was, he saw, as broken, as pained. He wished to be anyone but himself then, and he wished she was anyone but herself. In that way, in any ounce of what good may befall broken souls, they could have saved each other’s souls from what evil had been wrought into it. She inhaled deeply, and the grip on her hilt tightened, “Pray to your God then, holy man,” she raised the blade above her head, “and behold your abandonment.”

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allgirlsareprincesses · 2 years

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A Song of Ash and Sky - A Cursed Fanfic

Chapter 21 - Betrothal and Betrayal

Nimue shares her plan to marry Arthur in a desperate gamble to take the crown and save the Fey. But her true desires are not so easily dismissed.

“Tell me that kiss meant nothing” he whispered across her lips. “Tell me, and I will go.”

Nimue heard her breath coming in short gasps.

He leaned closer, his voice now only a growl in his throat. “Tell me.”

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FINALLY some smut for y’all. This is the first time I’ve ever attempted to write it, so I hope I did okay!

Thank you for sticking with me thus far as I drag these angsty babies toward their Happily Ever After!

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rainyv-skies · 1 year

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A Weeping Monk MASTERLIST

A masterlist of my writings. I will continue to update as I post.

Crossovers\AUs

Dear Friend ; The Weeping Monk / Reader , Isaac Lahey / Reader 5300 ish words

Headcannons

None yet

Imagines

None yet

Oneshots

None yet

Drabble

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Smut

None yet

Angst

None yet

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captainbucky-yt · 1 year

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"You're Not What I Was Looking For"

The WeepingMonk x OC (fem)

Chapter 67: the eve of war [x]

Chapter Summary: Ari's army reaches the White Hart fields of Avalon. Lancelot finally makes a bold confession.

Content Warning: threatening language.

Master list: [x]

Taglist: @trenko-heart @nike90 @moonlightaura03 (if you want to be added/removed let me know)

Exert:

Squirrel stood a little distance away, toeing the sandy grout between cobblestones. He raised his tiny chin and worked the courage for what he wanted to say, but the words died on his tongue. His shoulders, too heavy for a child, deflated.

“Try not to die, okay?” Squirrel grumbled.

Lancelot hadn’t expected the most heartfelt of goodbyes— that wasn’t the way that they were with one another. But a part of him had hoped…

Before he could say anything, Squirrel pursed his lips in a thin line and turned on his heels. Leaving Lancelot with the sinking feeling that he had failed the child. If he’d been more— done more for him— then he would deserve the same embrace that Squirrel had thrown Ari within.

He wasn’t the boy’s father. Clearly the boy didn’t want him to be, and that left his chest feeling so empty.

A heavy exhale pushed through his nose. As Squirrel retreated across the courtyard, Lancelot turned back to his horse, but then a little body of someone barrelled into his side.

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everlastingdreams · 4 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 30

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: To Taste The Dawn

Notes: /

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +200K

Chapter: 30/ It’s a secret.

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“Just a moment!” You called out.

Lancelot looked at you for what he should do.

Dammit. You’d never had to hide someone in your room before. If your father saw him here…

You took him by the arm and leaded him along. “Hide behind the door. Don’t make a sound.”

With a hand against his chest, you planted him against the wall beside the door, ignoring the smirk and intrigued look he gave in response to it.

It should not have been so amusing for him to be shoved behind the door of your chamber like this. If Helio saw him here and now, his smile would surely leave him quite fast.

It made no sense to rub your cheek clean with your sleeve, it’s not like your father would have been able to tell what had been going on.

Still…

You opened the door to find him standing there with a plate in hand, “Father?”

He seemed to be a bit uncertain about it.

“I noticed you have missed dinner.” Helio held out the plate for you to take.

The plate was filled with things that did look quite delicious. In the past, if you ‘forgot’ dinner, your punishment was to go to bed hungry. If it hadn’t been for your mother, that rule would have undoubtedly been followed. Yet, here he was, bringing you a meal to eat.

You didn’t really know what to say while taking the plate other than, “Thank you.”

Helio was glad that you accepted the gesture. “I have send you to bed hungry many a night, yet I never asked how it was that you always forgot to eat.”

“My head was always up in the clouds.” It was no lie.

He sounded almost remorseful, “I should have been there more, to ask you to come down to the ground when it was time to eat.”

You didn’t want him to believe you thought he had failed you. “I know you had enough on your mind with keeping everyone here safe, and I was a stubborn child.”

“Was?” He jested.

Alright, fine, that was fair.

Helio did not wish to leave without saying what he had come to say, “Your mother and I, we love you, never forget that.” He stepped away from the door. “Good night, Little Moon.”

You’d almost forgotten about the plate in your hands. “Good night, father.”

As he walked away, you did not move into the room until you no longer saw him. After closing the door behind you, Lancelot moved to stand against it a little, mostly to make sure someone wouldn’t barge in after all.

“He means it, you know that?” He told.

“I believe it.” You placed the plate on your bedside table, “Even if we sometimes don’t see eye to eye.”

You turned to see him with his hand on the doorknob, “Leaving already?”

It was with reluctance that he made the decision. “I should.”

“In case my father returns?” You barely bit back a grin.

The look he had confirmed it, “I will see you tomorrow, yes?”

After what you had learned tonight? Without question.

“Preferably.” You told him.

He saw the small grin dancing on your lips. “Sleep well then, I shall find you tomorrow.”

With a polite inclination of the head, he bid you a goodnight and carefully left the room. That heightened sense of smell could sure come in handy when it was to sneak around a fort filled with Feys. Or to avoid enraging a father after sneaking out of the daughter’s room at night…

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In the morning, the first thing you did was make sure that Squirrel and Ciro were awake as well, you took them with you to the dining hall for breakfast.

While arriving at the door of the dining hall, you ran into Matthew. He only wished you and the children a good morning, then held the door open for the three of you.

“Thank you.” You acknowledged the kind action, and walked into the room with the children.

You didn’t have to tell them to go sit down, they were at a table in seconds. Mirena scolded them a little because they were eating before their behind even touched a chair. Squirrel sat down beside Ciro, and you sat down beside Squirrel and chose a piece of bread to eat with some fruit.

Helio was in a concentrated conversation with some of the knights, but gave a nod in your direction to greet you, you send a smile his way.

You were staring off in the distance while chewing your meal, when you heard the empty chair next to you move. Seeing Matthew take seat beside you nearly made you lose your appetite.

“You are right to hate me for what I did.” He sought to speak to you.

You looked to Squirrel and Ciro beside you, and hissed at Matthew, “Here? Really?”

He dropped to a whisper, one filled with remorse, “I am so sorry, y/n, for the pain I have caused you.”

It did sound like he was being honest to. With a nod, you recognized the apology. It didn’t mean you had to forgive him yet. He said not another word and let you eat in peace, which was unexpected, usually he would be more driven to keep a conversation going. That in itself, you considered an improvement in his character.

The meal went by peacefully, apart from some innocent shenanigans between Squirrel and Ciro that was.

Lancelot wasn’t present for the meal, which did not surprise you. He still kept to himself most of the time, allowing those around them to adjust to his presence at the fort. After breakfast you went to search for him, last night still in mind.

It still felt surreal, to come this far together and now a new path was opening. An unknown path, but one you were willing to walk with him.

One of the older knights walked up to you and pulled your attention back to the present, “Y/n, there is news from outside the village. The family of the carpenter has requested your presence at their home, they are too sick to travel here themselves. Will you go?”

You did not have to think long about agreeing. “Of course. I will fetch my horse and go. Please, tell my mother I will be back by nightfall.”

“Of course.” The knight said, then headed in the direction of the dining hall.

You headed to the stables, while also quietly hoping you’d see the Ash Man before you left.

At the stables, you heard a strange noise coming from inside. It sounded like scratching and things being thrown around, not the sort of noises you had heard from horses before.

It had spooked you, and with caution you stepped inside, “Hello? Anyone here?”

No reply came. Part of you just wanted to turn and bolt, but you needed to fetch your horse. Dammit…

It felt silly to draw your sword, but you’d rather be safe than sorry. The horses seemed calm, even though the noise continued.

You located the source of the sound at the very back of the stables, “Who’s there?”

Still no reply… Dammit…

Intimidation it was. “I’m warning you! I am armed!”

The noise simply stopped for a second, then started all over again. You had heard and read too many stories of spirits and it was not working in your favor now. With a deep breath, you went towards the noise, sword ready in hand.

All of a sudden a cat jumped down from a high stack of straw and landed close to your feet, you landed in a stack of hay from pure fright. The cat looked at you for a moment, judging you, then just left at a walking pace.

Your poor heart was running at the speed of a galloping horse as you dragged yourself up from the hay and back up on your feet. Your jacket and trousers were covered in it, and you tried to get as much off of it as you could.

From what you could see, the cat must have been busy catching the rodents that often housed in the stables, and from the looks of it the straw had been an excellent place to sleep.

You looked at the sword in your hand, feeling rather silly for comparing those sounds to those of old spirit tales. A faint noise came from right behind you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Still filled with adrenaline, it send you right into defense mode.

You had your ‘assailant’ against a wooden pillar, with your sword against his throat mere seconds later. Not a blink later you regretted how quick you had become to defend yourself after all that had happened.

The widened eyes of the Ash Man looked back at your shaking form.

“Gods…” You released him immediately, sword falling to the ground.

He was so taken off-guard that he didn’t move from the pillar.

The shock of it rushed through you, “Are you mad?! Why are you sneaking up on me like that?! I could have killed you!”

Lancelot only watched how you scolded him for it, unable to fight the cheeky smirk that grew on his lips.

A hot flush spread from his torso through the rest of his body like fire. It had been a while since someone was able to overpower and corner him like this, and he didn’t expect it to be you of all people. The reaction it had caused in him was not one of fear.

The genuine fear of almost having hurt him was present in your eyes. You even took a step back to stop yourself from shaking.

He remained standing still while watching you.”I thought you were in trouble. Who were you talking to?”

His brows drew together while looking around the stable.

It felt a bit awkward to admit it, “A cat apparently.”

The smirk grew. “Should I be concerned?”

You rolled your eyes. “No.”

He dared to let out a doubtful hum. “Do Dawn Folk understand animals?”

You had almost killed him, and he thought it to be the perfect time to get on your nerves.

“You are the worst.” You scoffed a little.

Finally, he stepped away from the pillar and bend down to pick up your sword, putting it back into your hands.

“Thank you.” It was a sigh. “Sorry for putting a sword to your throat. I really didn’t known it was you.”

The smirk still danced on his lips intriguingly. “Rather impressive that you have enough strength to push me the way that you did.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, “You… do you think I’m not strong?”

He knew exactly what his words would cause, “You are stronger than you look.”

Was he really trying to rile you up after that?

“I look weak to you?!” You snapped.

The daring look in his eyes said it all, someone had woken up with a wish to get some attention by any means.

Even though it was tempting to join him in this playful state, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Ugh. Go find someone else to play with, Ash Man. I have to go and help a family.”

You walked towards the mare you had stolen back at the paladin camp. A whistle of his rider was all Goliath needed to hear to block your path to the mare.

“Seriously?” You turned to Lancelot, the sword still loose in your hand.

He stepped to your side, brushing a hand along Goliath’s nose to reward him, “Will you not invite me to accompany you?”

Well, you did want to, but there was a problem. “My father does not want to see you leave the hill.”

He could not hide his disappointment, “What if I asked your mother for lenience?”

You chuckled at that. “You’d ask my mother, because you know my father would say ‘no’.”

With a tilt of his head, he pleaded to you.

You let out a sigh. “If my mother agrees, my father won’t be so inclined to shove you into the dungeons for a while. You may ask.”

Lancelot seemed quite confident that Mirena would agree to let him accompany you.

You began to walk past him, to move around Goliath to get to your horse. He quickly caught your hand and used it to reel you in.

“Before I do that…” He softly squeezed your arm.

You turned your body to his, eyes glued on the way he was touching you. It was such a small thing and it was enough to send a tremble through your body that you tried to suppress.

He cupped the side of your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw and stopping at the corner of your mouth. You felt his fingertips touch the back of your scalp, urging you closer.

There was no time to process it, he leaned in and his lips rained down on yours, it was a meeting long awaited, warm and welcome as one could hope for.

He held back in fear of being too rough. Tasting the Fey scent off your lips that had tempted him for weeks. All the yearning finally met it’s recipient, and he could not part with the softness that your lips had to offer.

“Lance-” You were not given the change to speak.

His mouth caressed yours, his arm hooked around your waist. The sword fell to the floor again as you pulled him closer. An invitation he took full advantage off, he left no space between you and let out a content deep hum. You tasted him carefully, matching his pace. His fingers gingerly massaged the back of your scalp as the kiss deepened, it felt like being rewarded and you gave in to the feeling he awoke inside.

All you craved was more, to be closer, to be held. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, locking him in.

He broke away, not even to breathe, only to stare in quiet disbelief. This was real, it was truly happening and neither could fully comprehend it.

Your hand was on the back of his neck and pulled him in again. Mouths colliding with the same eagerness, the same fierceness and greed. A shudder ran down your spine, strong enough to weaken your knees. He felt so good, he tasted so good, it was an overload to all senses and you wanted nothing more than to be consumed by it.

There was something underneath his gentleness that warned off burning passion threatening to spill, his fingers clenched the leather of your jacket between them.

When your mouths parted, shuddering breaths warmed skin. His forehead touched yours, to delight in the memory together.

Your eyes were still closed, your nose tenderly brushed against the tip of his. “I’ve never done that before.”

His fingers stroked your cheek, tracing your jaw. “I have not either.”

“I am glad it’s with you.” You leaned back a little and felt your heart swell at the sight of his eyes now. They were darker, deeper, focused.

It was so easy to forget everything around you, and you shook your head when remembering why you were even at the stables now.

With great reluctance you freed yourself from his hold. “I have to go, that family is waiting for my help. If you want to come, go and ask my mother for her permission.”

Lancelot handed you Goliath’s reins. “I will be back in a moment.”

You nodded and saw him walk out of the stables at quite a fast pace.

Whilst waiting for him to return, you readied the horses and led them out of the stables.

And waited…

You mounted your horse, getting anxious that this could be precious time ticking away. Finally, he passed under the gate and went right towards Goliath.

“What did she say?” You called out.

He recited Mirena’s words. “To stop wasting time and go.”

That did sound like something she would say.

Lancelot pulled himself up into the saddle. “Do you now the way there?”

You send him a look. “I do. Fear not, we won’t get lost, I grew up here.”

Without having to steer the horse, Goliath began to walk beside your mare.

Lancelot was quick to catch on as to why that was. “I believe Goliath is quite enamored with that mare of yours.”

It was impossible to miss. “He is. Good taste. Just like his rider.”

You send him a grin, seeing that sun bright smile overtake his being. Surely there was not enough sunlight today to have caused that redness to his cheeks now.

Some comfortable quiet minutes passed by. Once down the hill, he asked, “The book you left at my door that night. Have you read it?”

There had been times where you had the chance to read a bit of it. “I only got the first few pages in and thought it was interesting. Why?”

Interesting was one term he’d use for it.

He swallowed audibly. “No reason.”

The poor lying was something he needed to work on, because it was so obvious. “Just so you know, I know you just lied to me.”

Lancelot sighed quietly, finding it hard to speak of such matters out loud. “At the end of the book, it has descriptions of intimacy.”

It still needed a couple of seconds to dawn on you what that meant, it clicked when you saw how he was trying to keep his eyes on the path ahead.

Oh… gods…

You had given such a book, to a man who was raised in the clergy… how mortifying.

You immediately voiced your regret, “I’m sorry. Had I known, I would have picked another one. I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable, or corrupt you.”

Corrupt? That was quite amusing to hear.

He tried to make light of it. “They do not write such things in the scriptures.”

If he was trying to make you feel flustered, he had succeeded.

“Sorry.” You hid your face in the palm of your hand, the embarrassment was strong.

He saw the humorous side of it, despite the initial surprise it had offered. “I used to stay away from what the scriptures warned us for.”

You regretted giving him the book. “Until I came along, and left books at your door.”

Lancelot hushed your worries. “It was a thoughtful gesture, one I cherish.”

That was sweet of him, in the past your small gestures of affection had gone ignored by others, but he did notice and appreciated them.

You wondered how this vow influenced the daily life of someone who had taken it, “The vow you took, can you explain it to me more?”

It took some effort from him to do so, these thing were never openly discussed within the circles of the Church. “It was expected of those who had taken the Vow of Celibacy to avoid all temptation, it is believed it kept us focused on serving god and the mission. Such books, even songs, all of it were seen as sinful.”

The Church struck fear into the hearts of their followers, how expected.

Still, it interested you to hear how it had altered his view on things, “They would punish you for reading it?”

He gave a nod, the punishment for breaking the vow was depended on the ‘crime’. “They would burn the book, and the scourge would need to cleanse it’s influence off me.”

You feared he would feel the need to do so again after the book, “Do you believe you deserve the scourge for feeling something that is natural?”

It was such a personal thing to speak off.

“What was taught to me, lingers like a thorn in my mind. And-.” His sudden silence showed that he was about to say something he might regret.

Seeing how his eyes drifted down to his hands, stung at your heart.

“Something is troubling you. I can tell.” Your worry was clear to him.

He took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was to say. “The thorn sits into me. Stinging every time I give into what I was taught to forgo. I fear it will continue doing so as we proceed our lives together.”

You didn’t really know what to say, was it fair to him to proceed this path together if it caused him this concern?

Lancelot must have seen that you were troubled by his confession. “I need time to break myself free from the vow I made. And I will. For I will not let my past come between us.”

He was trying so hard to fight the man the Church had wanted him to be.

You gave him a soft smile for his honesty. “Thank you for telling me. It helps me understand your view on things better.”

He began to ride a little closer to you. “You have a right to know, this concerns the both of us. I will not expect for you to stay if I cannot offer you what you wish for.”

It broke your heart to hear him say it. “Don’t say that. I won’t ask anything of you that you’re not comfortable with, I know you wouldn’t ask it off me either. My heart is yours as long as you will have it.”

You held out your hand, fishing for his that were busy holding Goliath’s reins. With some comical effort, you caught one and it seemed that he was oblivious until then to what your intent had been.

His thumb brushed along your knuckles. “If it occurs that I hesitate, know that it is not your fault.”

You understood where the hesitation would come from. “It must have been difficult for you to kiss me. But, I did not notice you hesitate.”

He shared a secret kept, “I did not hesitate this time.”

That sure caught your curiosity, “Are you referring to the feast?”

He released your hand, feeling comfortable enough to share some secrets with you, “There were other times.”

All those moments where he had been close to you lately, how many of those had been filled with his desire to kiss you? He was slowly getting more comfortable in his skin and it showed.

“And you finally did.” You grinned.

His gaze dropped to his hands again. “The only regret I have is that I did not do it sooner.”

“We’ll make up for lost time.” You cheekily told him.

The way his eyes suddenly widened at you was glorious, it was such an innocent youthful expression.

It took him a moment to give the smug reply, “You sound quite confident about it.”

You didn’t know until then that you had it in you to offer him a suggestive look that made him fall silent immediately. He looked away and swallowed loudly.

“Just so you know, you don’t have to finish that book just because I gave it to you.” You told him.

“I already did.” He quietly said.

You couldn’t resist asking, “Was it good?”

He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and saw how hard you were trying to bite back your coy smile.

“Do you want to tell me some off it?” You teased.

His eyes narrowed. “I would not dare spoil the book for you, read it for yourself and we can talk about it afterwards.”

Oh, what a clever way to avoid the topic…

A light chuckle fell from you. “Very well.”

He was quick to change the direction of the conversation to avoid the matter of the book. “I wonder, have you told your parents that you brought me back from the dead?”

You snorted incredulous. “Absolutely not. I’d never hear the end of that if they knew.”

Any other would believe themselves to be a god with such power. Yet, here you were, barely speaking of it.

He understood why you did not tell others, this could change the world and perhaps not for the better, “Perhaps it is wise not to speak of it. Such power would be exploited in the hands of the wrong people. I will not share your secret.”

It was not only the fear of having to live your life in service of others, it was also the responsibility it forced on you. “It isn’t just that. It felt like going against nature itself and I don’t really know how I feel about it.”

“You do not feel worthy to be the one to make such decisions.” He stated it.

You nodded. “The dawn stands for rebirth to the Fey, and with my clan’s healing abilities the connection was made. I just never thought that an old legend like bringing others back from the dead was true.”

He was pensive. “If the legend of your clan is true, perhaps there is truth to mine as well.”

It had piqued your interest, little was known of his clan, “What is the legend of the Ash Folk?”

He sounded like he did not truly believe in the legend, “That we were once able to create green fire, and with it weapons of great power were forged. It was on the page you gave me.”

“Fey Fire existed, you know?” You wondered, because he didn’t seem to see the importance of what he was telling you.

He looked at your face, “Fey fire?”

Gods… he did not know?

“Green fire born of magic. Even now the Fey still pray for it’s return. It is said that the sorcerer Merlin has wielded weapons forged by Fey Fire centuries ago.”

Centuries?!?

“The sorcerer is immortal?” He blurted out.

The Church must have kept a lot of secrets from even their own.

“He has been alive for a long time. So yes, they believe he is.” You told him.

He took a moment to think, then asked, “Do you believe that… the Ash Folk created Fey Fire?”

It sounded like it. “The legend of your people does point to that.”

What other knowledge had the Church managed to erase of his clan? Knowledge that he may never encounter again, lost to the world for eternity.

His expression turned downcast, eyes on the path ahead but his mind elsewhere, “The only thing that remains of my clan, is a man who was taught to forsake it.”

“You are enough, Lancelot.” You told him upon seeing the reaction. “Even if you were not Fey at all, you are enough. A good heart is what this world needs and you have one.”

Together you rode into the village, it did not need to be said out loud that it was wise to avoid discussing sensitive topics whilst there.

He looked grateful for your kind words. “As long as I have your faith, I shall believe I am on the right path.”

You were pleased to hear it. “Good. Once we are out of the village, I think I will offer my horse some exercise, do you believe Goliath is prepared for it too?”

There was no doubt in his mind. “We will be right behind you.”

With a playful grin, you warned him of what was to come. It wasn’t long before you came at the end of the village and spurred the mare into a gallop. That surge of freedom fueled her energy to the bone and she darted through the trees much faster than she had ever done before. As expected, Goliath followed her without much encouragement from his rider.

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By the time you arrived at the carpenter, the mare had made sure that you were covered in fallen leaves. The afternoon sun offered some comforting warmth against fall’s cold breeze.

Your feet hit the ground not far from the carpenter’s house, and when Lancelot dismounted you handed him the reins of the mare. “It’s best if you wait here. I don’t know if they have heard the news about you yet.”

He understood, these people were ill and his presence could cause them further distress. “Call out if you need me.”

You gave a grateful nod, then proceeded to walk towards the house. With a few knocks to the nicely engraved wooden door, it was opened by the carpenter’s wife ‘Greta’.

Her graying hairs came from under a shawl she wore, she appeared to shiver. “The gods have mercy on us. I am so glad to see you here, Dawn Woman.”

You stepped into the house as she let you in. “I received word I was wanted here. You appear ill, Greta.”

She nodded, and explained what troubled her, “My husband and children, they’ve all fallen ill. I cannot get their fever down, I’ve tried everything. Please, help us!”

You put a hand on her shoulder to comfort and heal. “I will help you first, before you get any sicker.”

She would have objected, but your eyes glowed green already. The shiver that had been running over her skin was now felt on your own.

“Where are they?” You asked.

Greta quickly thanked you for healing her, and led you to the children’s room. A boy and girl laid curled up under the covers of their beds, sweat forming on their foreheads. You hurried over to them and offered your help to the barely conscious children. The energy it took was not so bad, but the phantom fever you received by it was. By the time you were done healing them, and they had gotten a more healthy glow to their skin, you were on your knees recovering.

Greta who was overjoyed to see her children alert and well, became concerned upon seeing you, “Are you alright? Do you want some water?”

That sounded like a good idea. “Yes, please.”

She hurried out the room and returned with a tankard of water that you drank in only a few gulps.

By supporting your elbow on one of the beds, you got to your feet safely, “Your husband?”

Greta gestured for you to follow and brought you to their bedroom. The carpenter was in the same condition as his children had been, forehead covered in sweat and barely responsive. You took hold of his hand and held on for as long as it took to heal him. It took longer than it took to heal the children, whom you could already hear laughing in the other room, finally his skin returned to a healthy glow. The first thing he said was his wife’s name, who embraced him immediately. You put a hand against the wall to keep yourself on your feet.

Greta shared her gratefulness with you, “Thank you, y/n. We will never forget what you’ve done for us. How can we ever repay you?”

The sound of children’s laughter filled the home and made you smile. “That sound, is worth more than any payment I could ask for.”

The Carpenter smiled and gave a grateful nod.

You left the family to rejoice at their renewed health, and returned to the waiting Ash Man. Even from outside you could hear the ruckus the children were already causing, it was moments like this that you believed you were making a difference in the world. Lancelot stood against a tree, hearing how the once eerily quite house was now filled with the sound of playing children.

You could have exploited your gift. Made allies with the most powerful people across the lands. But here you were, helping anyone who was in need of help without asking anything in return. Such selflessness was a rare thing he had experienced. No wonder his heart was so drawn to yours.

“All well?” He inquired, when you stopped at your horse to fish your flask of water out of the saddlebag.

You shook your head a little and took a sip. “It feels like their fever has come over me.”

Concern washed over his features, “Will you be able to ride?”

You closed the flask, nodding. “Let’s head home.”

He was watching you like a hawk and as you tried to hoist yourself into the saddle, your legs lacked the strength to do so. Lancelot was behind you instantly, using his form to prevent you from stumbling back and falling.

He hooked an arm around you. “Stop. You’ll fall if you keep trying.”

You held on to the hand he had on your stomach. “I made a knight tell my mother I’d be home by nightfall.”

He hushed that worry, “She would want you to return home well, and not risk your health.”

That was true…

“Come.” He made you walk beside him, leading the horses along, creating a distance between yourselves and the carpenter’s house.

Once the trees offered some discretion, he urged you to sit on the grass until you felt a little more secure on your feet.

You enjoyed feeling some of the sun warming your skin, the smell of grass reaching your nostrils. “I will always fear that my parents will think I’m back in a dungeon somewhere if I return home late. I don’t want them to worry so much. That’s why I don’t want to tell them what I experienced, I don’t want to hurt them.”

Lancelot knelt down beside you. “You never fully told me what happened during your time in the dungeon with the Brothers.”

It was true, he knew some of it. That you were forced to heal people and were not treated well. But you had spared him most of the details.

It felt strange to keep it buried, as if it was a secret never to see the light. And you wanted this to see the light, to let it be open in the world and not locked into your mind for it to fester like a wound.

“I was in darkness for weeks, " You sighed. “sometimes I saw some light coming from under the door from a torch. But mostly, darkness. Even now, when I awake in the night in my room, there is a moment where I think I’m still there in that dark cell. Until I see the window I am overcome by dread.”

When Lancelot remained quiet, you continued.

“Hutch and Ives never let me out of that room. They brought people to me to heal, received their payment and then left me there to suffer the reaction my body had on exerting my magic. Sometimes, before fainting, I thought I would not wake up again. Sometimes I hoped I wouldn’t.”

Lancelot shifted, too quiet after that revelation.

You were hoping for death?

A knot formed in your stomach at his reaction, part of you wanted to take it back but it was too late.

When he broke the silence, his tone barely hid his silent anger. “I would not have given them such a quick death had I known.” Regret washed over him once more. “I took you away from them, and then I harmed you.”

That day, he had cut your hand to see if you’d heal yourself, only to find that it was not within your abilities to do so. “You didn’t know. And I wasn’t up for conversation with you back then.”

He blinked too fast, betraying his remorse over it nonetheless.

“I was cruel.”

“Not as cruel as they were.”

His eyes turned to you, having heard the undertone and realizing there was more you had yet to tell.

You sighed once more. “The day before you took me out of that dungeon, Ives got too familiar with me. He was trying to bribe me with some bread, hoping I’d take off my clothes in return. Then Hutch came in with someone I needed to heal.”

Lancelot’s jaw tensed, fist clenching hard.

They had died far, far, too quickly.

Memories of your time in the dungeon were pouring in, drowning the air out, forcing the words to the surface.

“Most of the time they just hurt me, hit me, kick me, spit on me.” Recalling it made your stomach turn. “And as I bled from my injuries, they made me heal others.”

A bitter chuckle escaped you at the memory of the madness. It was that bitterness that forced the memories out. “One time Hutch struck me, and while blood was running down from my nose, covering my lips and chin, I had to heal a man who’s nose was bleeding after a fight.”

Your eyes pressed shut, palms pressed to your face. You heard Lancelot move. The warmth of his hands came to rest on your arms, gently trying to take the shield away they formed.

And when your distant eyes lifted from the ground, tears were brimming in his. The heavens were weeping, casting their rain down to cascade along the tears that were sealed into his skin by his heritage.

It was not the first time you suspected that he had survived a treatment similar to your own. You felt it in your bones, the Ash Man was reliving his past by hearing yours.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead, once… twice…

Forehead resting on yours, eyes shut, whilst whispering, “If I could go back to that day with what I know now, I would cut them apart. Limb by limb. A cut for every bruise and wound they inflicted on you.”

The grim jest passed your lips. “They would have run out of body parts rather quickly.”

He did not laugh, nor chuckle, every word he said was meant and true. This was no laughing matter to him. “I would have found a solution to that problem.”

It was so easy, so simple, to forget the danger that lurked in the man holding your arms so delicately.

He leaned back, letting a silence fall that you both needed, he brought a hand to your neck and let the pads of his fingers massage away some of the tension on the back of it.

You felt lighter, so much lighter, now that you had been able to speak of what you had gone through.

“I’m glad you’re with me. I would have dragged myself home on time if I had to.” You said.

He withdrew his hand and slowly rose from the ground. “They know you will return to them. Do not fear that they will think you have left them forever.”

It reminded you of what your mother had said. “The last time, they thought I had run off with you.”

He chuckled, recalling the moment of Mirena’s welcome. “I could tell. Your mother has a strong left hook.”

You winced at the memory. “I’m sorry about that. I’ve never seen my mother hit anyone before.”

The smile he had proved that he bore no grudges. “I know where you get your fighting spirit from now.”

With soft laughter you got up from the grass, he was there to support your elbow as you did. “Let’s go and avoid another such situation.”

You climbed into the saddle whilst he kept a watchful eye.

He was still concerned, “If you become unwell, tell me so I can aid you. Alright?”

That habit of him to worry about others more than himself made you tease, “Yes, Sir.”

You received a stern look from him, but he didn’t manage to hold it for long.

He returned to Goliath, mounting swiftly. “After you.”

The mare was eager to measure her speed against Goliath once more and you let her sprint to her heart’s content.

The sound of someone crying out for help made you put the mare to a sudden halt. Goliath had been going so fast that he darted past you and Lancelot came to a halt a few feet away from you.

“What is wrong?” Lancelot saw you look around.

You shushed him. “I heard someone call out for help.”

A scream of a child, calling out to their father, echoed through the forest. You steered the mare and galloped towards the sound.

Lancelot caught up with you and took the reins of the mare, slowing her down to a stop. “Slow down, if there is danger up ahead we must not make our presence known to them.”

Together you decided to dismount, leaving the horses in the safety of the forest, and proceed further on foot. He drew his sword, expecting trouble at the origin of the sound.

A glimpse of red and you ducked behind a tree for cover. Red Paladins were dragging a family of Tusks out of their home. An elder, and two adults who were begging them to spare their daughter, their pleas fell to deaf ears.

“We have to help them.” You quietly drew your sword.

Lancelot was behind an oak and scanning the area.

There was no other way to save the Fey other than confronting the paladins. Among them were two young paladins he had once taught a thing or two, and now he saw them put those lessons to use.

When Lancelot appeared conflicted towards the situation, a hint of panic planted itself inside of you.

“Lancelot.” You whispered.

He barely dared to look in your direction, and when he finally did, you saw the conflict in his eyes.

Had he known these paladins personally? Was it why he seemed so reluctant to head over there?

If nothing was done, these Feys would die. If that was not enough inclination for him to help them…

He was waiting too long…

It was upsetting to see him hesitate, your next whisper to him was harsh. “I’m going over there, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I pray you come to realize that those paladins are about to murder innocent people. Your people!”

You were gone before he could think to stop you.

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Okay, so remember when I said I’m writing another part for “I Wish I could Live More than One Lifetime”? yeah, I actually have planed out the whole plot, how the reader came to be, the twists and turns, how many chapters I think it should have, everything! I even wrote every chapter’s title so I won’t forget what would happen within that chapter, I had it all planed out, I’m polishing chapter 1 and 2 and then gone. I accidentally dropped my phone to water and it broke, lost all the data I have, I don’t have backups. It never occurred to me that such accident would happen to me considering how I take good care of it. But anyways, I’m rewriting it, I’m also changing some things for the plot which I think would be better than the initial plot, but I wouldn’t stray far away from it. I promise!

I also need to re-watch “Cursed” so I could give justice to the characters when I wrote them because right now? I can’t differentiate Geralt of Rivia from The Weeping Monk, I’m sorry 😭.

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Chapter 4 is posted! I really enjoyed writing this one. Had fun making up some backstory for Lancelot. Enjoy!

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The Monk’s Wife - Chapter 7: An Amused Queen

Characters: Lancelot Du Lac, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Squirrel

Summary: Tarja takes a day off to spoil her husband but Squirrel doesn't really allow them any peace, especially after he notices the bruises on Lancelot.

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: implied abuse

A/N: This fanfic has been becoming more of a night-time imagination than a well constructed work that makes sense, it will only get weirder from here so enjoy!

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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The next morning Tarja woke up with a headache, she looked around at the state of the house, it was a mess, broken furniture everywhere, a few drops of blood, she recalls nothing “Lancelot” she called, but he did not answer, her heart raced, someone broke in and hurt him! Who would dare! She rushed to search for him, he wasn’t in the kitchen preparing a meal, nor in the bedroom, at last, she decided to search for him in the second room and that’s when she saw him, sitting in a corner, hugging himself, he was barely visible “Lancelot?” she asked worried.

He lifted his head up and looked at her, she rushed to him and knelt next to him “Lancelot, are you alright? Who did this?” She asked once she noticed the dried blood on his face, he flenched as she reached out to examin it “I’m sorry, alright? I wish if I had the courage and the understanding to end my life, I sadly didn’t and I couldn’t! I will leave just like you requested” he wept, the woman looked confused “I don’t understand, why would you want to leave?” She frowned.

The weeping one looked at her confused for a moment “because you don’t want me here” he replied, she looked even more puzzled “what makes you say that? I just pardoned you, I want you here, of course i do! You are my husband!” The man opened his mouth to speak but he was uncertain of what to say, this was beyond odd “do you not recall yesterday?” She shrugged “I got drunk and I assume fell on the ground asleep” She truly remembers nothing, none of the hatred nor the beating “what happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Who did it?” She asked “y-you” She blinked a few times, she recalls nothing of last night.

That’s when it hit her, Tate, he intoxicated her, she groaned “I’m sorry about whatever happened yesterday but it wasn’t me, I swear it” she assured him, he looked confused “my people… we manipulate fire and intoxicate thoughts, if the brain loses control which I assume happened by the hands of ale! I apologize, I never meant to hurt you” She said softly “this makes no sense” She nodded “I know but my brother… Tate, I suppose he used his powers on me yesterday and made this happen, it is a rare gift that he alone holds” she huffed.

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In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 6

Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC] Word Count: ~3.7k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Angst, Religious Trauma, Little Spot of Fluff, Brief Nudity

Summary: A trip to the Wolf Folk village before a hawk brings a letter.

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After Squirrel had returned with his new stick, Lancelot went straight to brushing down Goliath. He didn't look at anyone but at least acknowledged the boy and told him they would resume training once Goliath had been seen to. Squirrel didn't seem to pick up on the shift of Lancelot's behavior at all.

When the man had finally stopped crying, he seemed to snap out of whatever state he was in and couldn't look me in the eye anymore. If I could guess at anything, I would assume Lancelot was embarrassed by his actions.

Squirrel, on the other hand, was excited to hear I would be taking him to the Wolf village tomorrow. He would have to bathe and put on a clean set of clothes first, of course. If anyone caught my scent on him, it would give me away no matter how I disguised myself.

Once I'd told him some more about the village, he'd run off back outside since Lancelot had finished brushing Goliath. I listened from inside the cave as the man instructed the boy while my mind wandered.

All he had ended up confessing to me wasn't something I could easily brush off. He had laid bare his truth and his confliction. I didn't even know how to feel about being told I, in many ways, showed more of his God's grace than his own Father Carden.

Of course, I wasn't showing his God's grace- I did not believe nor ascribe to that religion. However, Lancelot still did, and that was what he felt to be true. And there was some humor to be found in it all as well. I'd been concerned I was too harsh on him, that my crueler choice words would drive him right back to the church, only to learn the opposite to be true.

That I was leading him out of the darkness.

I also now understood his reactions to the story of the first Wolf Folk. The she-wolf of that story had her prayers answered and found a new home while Lancelot's prayers were met with silence and his own fear of damnation.

Rising from the water, I took a breath while pushing my hair out of my face. Birds flew by overhead as there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Hearing the woods and the running water of the river was rather calming.

Standing there in the river that came up to my hips, I lazily ran my fingers through the cool water. The sun felt wonderful on my skin since it wasn't too hot out. The chill of winter would be coming around the corner, so it was best to relish in this weather while it still lasted.

My ears flicked back, catching the sound of foliage rustling. The movement was quiet, so I doubted it was a human with how loud they could be in the woods. Looking over my shoulder to check, I stretched out my claws just in case.

"I brought the change of clothes you asked for. I cannot fathom how you plan to make them fit...." Lancelot trailed off as he stopped in his tracks. He carried a pile of folded clothes with him that he was now gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

I rose a brow since he'd gone silent, and Lancelot quickly turned his face toward the sky as his face bloomed bright red.

"I didn't know you were already in the river, I swear." He said rather quickly before spinning on his heel to turn his back on me.

"You have seen me naked before, Lancelot. There is no need to be bashful now." I chuckled while seeing how red his ears were getting.

"As I have told you many times, I was not myself then. I-It is sinful to-"

"Not a woman, remember?"

"It doesn't matter. One is not supposed to look upon the nude form of another."

"Unless they are married."

"Yes. Wait, how do you know that?" His head slightly turned, but he kept facing the woods.

"Wisdom of the Ravens, remember?"

"I remember."

"So you seriously cannot look at me?" I crossed my arms while tilting my head. "Even though you have been balls deep inside of me many times before?"

"Y-Yes." Lancelot dropped his gaze to the ground as he shifted his weight on his feet. "That is also....very sinful." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Even more sinful, actually." He added, speaking barely over a whisper.

With his head tilted down, I could see how the back of his neck flushed. The man's face had to be as red as a ripe tomato by now. This was so different from before, and I couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Then how do you expect to give me those clothes if you cannot even look at me?"

"Turn around."

"Turn around?"

"With your back to me. I will set them down near yours."

"All right, then." I said but didn't move an inch. I wanted to see how he was going to do this without looking at me since my clothes were piled on the edge of the river right in front of me.

"Have you turned?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just set the clothes down." Lancelot hesitated even after I gave him the go-ahead. When he turned, his eyes landed right on me- my chest specifically.

"Jesus Christ-!" He hissed as he jerked his head back in the direction of the woods. I burst into laughter, finding his reaction utterly ridiculous. I understood my heat made him throw away chastity and modesty, but I didn't have anything he hadn't already seen. "This is not funny."

"Oh, but it is. You have seen my body both in bed and in your head, but now you avert your gaze like a blushing maiden?"

"I was raised devout Christian. Nudity is not....commonplace. I also see you lack modesty whether in heat or not."

"Oh, you see, huh?" I laughed, watching his shoulders rise.

"You know what I mean, Devin." My ears twitched as my smile fell. Even after calling him Lancelot for this long, he had never said my name in turn.

Until now.

A tingle went up my spine as I found myself quite liking how his voice said my name. Swallowing, I briefly glanced away before regaining my composure.

"Fine. I won't do it again." I said before lowering myself into the water up to my chin. "Okay, I promise you can turn around now without seeing me naked." Lancelot was even more reluctant to turn now, but he eventually did, and my mouth went under the water.

He really was as red as a tomato. He was also quick to set the clothes down before rushing off back into the woods. Standing back up once he was no longer in view, I grabbed the soap among my belongings.

Once I was done bathing in the river, I wrung out as much water as possible from my hair and fur. Picking up Lancelot's shirt first, I sniffed at it to make sure my own scent wasn't on it. However, his strongly was. How was it he could smell like this?

Bringing the garment closer to my face, I deeply inhaled through my nose. I was picking up so many things on the shirt, most of which were just him. It was such a nice scent, though, and my tail began to wag.

I didn't care this time- It wasn't as if anyone could see it.

My ears twitched again before swiveling, hearing incoherent whispers in the woods around me. Lowering the shirt, I quickly looked around as I was on high alert. However, when I saw nothing, I realized the whispers came from the Hidden.

It wasn't often that I heard them. But when I did, it seemed to be at the most random of times. Now included.

Sighing through my nose, I pulled the shirt over my head before grabbing the trousers. Lancelot had thankfully brought a belt as well that I used to keep the pants on my hips. The clothes were indeed too big for me, but simply rolling up the pant legs fixed the length issue.

Draping the cloak over my shoulders, I made sure to tie it on tight. I didn't want it to fall off at the worst possible moment. I left my hair down to air dry as I carefully gathered up my things and carried them at arm's length back to the cave.

Lancelot wasn't there when I returned, and I didn't pay it much mind given what happened earlier. After dropping my clothes on my bed, Squirrel and I left to have time to get to the village and back before nightfall.

"Do we really have to leave after we get the sword?" Squirrel asked as we were riding together on Goliath.

"I do plan to get some supplies and food. There's a vendor here that sells the best roasted elk I have ever had." I replied while seeing the village up ahead.

"How do you even have money if you don't work?"

"I work." My brows furrowed as I looked at Squirrel. "I've been working this entire time."

"How? You go nowhere, and no one comes to your cave."

"Well, my pelts sell mainly in the fall and winter. I provide my own food most of the year to save money, and in the summer and spring, I sell herbs from the woods. Those bundles you saw me prepping to dry- did you think I was keeping all of them?"

"You have a lot of bottles with dried plants in them. How was I supposed to know?" Squirrel's response made me chuckle. Dismounting from Goliath, I then held up my hand to help the boy down.

He took my hand before hopping off of the large horse to the ground. Grabbing Goliath's reins, we then walked into the village together. My hood was low to cover my face, and being covered in Lancelot's scent seemed to be working so far.

The village was alive with chatter and laughter. Children ran around, chasing each other or their toys. Squirrel was lit up with interest as his eyes took in everything around him.

The last time he had been anywhere full of people like this was Gramaire. However, Gramaire was very different from a Wolf Folk village.

"Stay out of trouble, and you can explore." I turned Squirrel around to make him face me as I leaned down. Pulling a few coins from my pocket, I held them out for him to take. "No mischief, you hear?"

"I hear." He grinned while taking the coins.

"Either wait here when you are done, or I will find you when I am."

"Okay." Squirrel nodded, and I ruffled his hair before he ran off. I didn't have to worry about his safety- he was a Sky Folk boy, and this was a village of wolves. He stuck out in the crowd, and children here were raised with the aid of the community, meaning no matter where he went in the village, someone would have an eye or ear out for him.

Not to mention if he got into trouble, he was scrappy and loud. It would be impossible for no one to notice.

Leading Goliath further into the village, I noticed there were a handful of other Fey present as well. From where I stood, I could see a few Snake Clan and a couple of Tusks. Had some refugees found their way here?

Walking on, I soon found myself standing outside a familiar home. Taking in a deep breath, I pondered a little longer on whether or not I should turn back now. I already came this far, though.

Tying Goliath's reins to a post, I pat the horse's neck.

"Wish me luck, would ya?" I whispered. As if understanding, he nickered. "Thanks." I chuckled before nervously straightening out the oversized shirt as I walked toward the front door.

Knocking, I waited for the door to open. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I hadn't seen my family in a few years and wasn't sure how much had changed or if anything had at all.

"Hello?" My mother's face was the first one I saw. She glanced at the horse from over my shoulder before looking at me with confusion. "Can I help you?"

"Can I come in first?" I asked in a soft tone while raising my hood to where only she could see my face. She took in a sharp breath before grabbing me by the shirt and yanking me inside. The door slammed shut, and I had to catch my balance to keep from falling on my face. "Wanna yank a little harder next time, Ma?"

"What in the world are you doing here, Devin? You know you-"

"Relax. Not even you recognized me."

"Because you smell like a-" This time she cut herself off as her burnt orange eyes narrowed at me. She stepped closer, sniffing at me while I pushed the hood off of my head. "You smell like a man and definitely not even a wolf." Her tone sharpened. "Who is it this time, huh?"

"You make it sound like I'm promiscuous. And it is not what you think. This is just a disguise."

"From?"

"A friend." I replied while glancing around. There were some new things like a replaced table and blooming herbs hanging from the ceiling. "Oh, you managed to find some of these this late in the season? And this big?" Delicately touching the pale blue flowers surrounded by greenery, I could feel my mother's gaze cutting through me. "What?"

"Devin, I have missed you so, but you know it is not safe for you to come here."

"My family is worth the risk. Where's Pa?"

"He should be back any minute."

"Okay, I get your concern, but why am I getting such attitude?" I gestured at my mother while looking at her expression and body language.

"Because you never wrote."

"I wasn't sure any of you would want me to." I admitted. "After everything happened, I had no clue where I stood."

"Oh, Devin." Ma heavily sighed before she pulled me into a warm hug. "You are still a part of this family."

"Even after the shame I brought? I remember how Pa nearly burst a vein."

"Yes, even after." Ma pulled away and held me at arm's length. "Your sister is pregnant, by the way."

"Cara? Pregnant? Shit, since when?" I asked as my eyebrows rose high on my forehead.

"We found out last month. She'll be due next summer." Ma chuckled.

"Is she joined too?"

"Two years ago."

"Two years?" I had to sit down as I rubbed my forehead. "Fuck. What about Darragh? Ciaran?"

"Darragh is to be joined this winter, and Ciaran is....Ciaran." Ma softly laughed while taking a seat next to me at the table. "That boy may never settle down."

"It has only been a few years." I mumbled.

"A lot can happen in that time, Devin. What of you? Joined? Expecting? Planning?"

"Nothing of the sort." I waved my hand as my brows furrowed.

"Still courting, then?" Ma quirked up a brow at me as she glanced down at my clothes again.

"I told you, these are just from a friend for a disguise. I swear I am not with anyone."

"At least half my children are growing to be fine adults. I would have preferred better odds."

"Oh, come off it. I fare well for myself."

"You smell like a man you swear is not your partner, who is clearly Fey, but I cannot even tell what kind, and you even have the scent of a Sky Folk on you."

"The two are temporarily in my care. The Sky Folk is a boy with the foulest mouth I have encountered a child having."

"Fouler than you?" Ma joked, and we both laughed. "So what is it you do now? Are you a healer?"

"Not really. I have had to use your teachings, though. I still deal in pelts and sell herbs."

"Then why are the two you insist on being vague about in your care?"

"I agreed to provide them shelter until they can regroup with their people."

"The paladins?" Ma gave a knowing look, and I nodded. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Horrid, those men are. We have been lucky thus far."

"Do you not worry how long that will last?"

"It is ever-present in our minds. Nearly everyone in the village has made plans for a quick escape shall the need ever arise." Ma reached across the table to take my hand in hers. "I know you want to ask."

"....What of Odhran and Liam?"

"Odhran is still alone." Ma's tone was somber. "His broken heart has taken some time in healing."

"I did not intend to hurt him so."

"I know." Ma nodded while rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "Liam.... Well," She sighed. "he is joined and has a litter." I ran a hand through my hair while sighing.

"I really was a fool."

"You cannot blame yourself, child. You do not choose who you love."

"Yeah, but clearly Odhran would have been the wiser choice. At least he loved me so deeply to still be heartbroken after all this time. And I would still be with my family."

"The past has happened. You were young and following your heart."

"Of which I will never do again."

"Try not to speak too soon." Ma gently squeezed my hand. "The heart can lead to wonderful things."

"Aileen? Whose horse is that?" Pa's voice called out as the front door opened. He was still looking at Goliath as he stepped inside. When he turned, I saw the confused look on his face before it quickly turned to shock at seeing me.

"Hi, Pa." And the door slammed shut.

Storing the bought supplies into Goliath's saddlebags, I made sure nothing was going to fall out. I was glad to have gotten time with my parents even if I missed seeing my siblings. However, Ma and Pa had told me stories well enough about them to help me catch up on what I had missed.

And now that I had finished getting what I needed, I had to go find Squirrel. Calmly walking with the horse, I didn't want to draw attention to myself nor come off as suspicious. Acting as if I were simply passing through as some others were was enough to keep my identity hidden.

Lancelot's scent threw other people off so much that they would never guess it was me under the hood. I had known these vendors, grown up with them and around them, but no one could tell who I was. I wasn't too surprised by that since not even my own mother had been able to recognize me.

I eventually found Squirrel sword fighting with another boy around his age. He looked as if he was having fun and winning while the Wolf Boy was asking where he learned to fight as he did.

"Squirrel!" I called out to get his attention. "It's time to go." He nodded to me before turning back to the kids he was with to say his goodbyes. They were all waving and bidding him farewell as he ran my way. "Have fun?"

"Yeah." He had such a bright smile. Storing his wooden sword away in his belt, Squirrel then looked up at me with his hands on his hips. "Now, where is this roasted elk you mentioned before?"

"Work up an appetite training?" I softly laughed while leading the way to where I remember the vendor being.

"Wolf kids are a lot faster than I thought they would be."

"Make any friends?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe is not a no."

"We are getting some for Lancelot, too, right?"

"Of course. Don't want him to get moody as he does for being left out." I joked.

"....Either you are really good at hiding how you feel, or you really don't want to stab him anymore." Squirrel's words made me look at him with a twisted expression.

"What?"

"Lancelot. You haven't glared at him in a while now. Also, you care about how he feels."

"I do not-"

"'Don't want him to get moody as he does'." Squirrel mocked me while waving his hand. Rolling my eyes, I looked ahead of us as I could smell cooking meat.

"Why do you want me to like him so much?"

"So that I'm not the only one who does. He could use more people that like him." He answered. "Nimue said that even if you are lost, so long as you have people that care about you, you will find your way home."

"Those are some wise words."

"Mm-hm." Squirrel hummed. Reaching the roasted elk vendor, I bought three portions before leaving the village and heading back home.

Riding in quiet, I contemplated what Squirrel had said. He'd clearly grown more attached to Lancelot. However, I could understand why. Beneath the Weeping Monk was a man worth redeeming. It was a source of my own confliction how Lancelot could be so kind and concerned and yet have the blood of only gods know how many Fey on his hands.

My ears twitched when I heard the call of a hawk. Looking toward the sky, I had to quickly raise my arm when a bird flew down right at us. The hawk landed on my arm as Squirrel twisted in his seat to look.

"There's something tied to its leg." He stated before reaching up to untie what was no doubt a letter from the bird's leg. As soon as he had it in his hands, the bird flew off. "It's from Arthur."

"And?" I rose a brow to encourage him to say more about what he was reading.

"And I hope you have money for a horse."

"....What?"

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