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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.

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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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captainbucky-yt · 1 year

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"You're Not What I Was Looking For"

-- The Weeping Monk x OC (fem)

Chapter 68: to love so fierce [ ao3 ]

Chapter Summary: Ari and Lancelot make the most of their final night before war.

Content Warning: Smut/explicit/mature content. MINORS DNI. M/F nudity. Minor praise kink. Minor sub/dom. Vaginal fingering/penetration. Hand jobs. Oral M/F receiving. Edging. Unprotected M/F intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, guys)

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Lancelot dragged the roughness of his beard along her jaw, leaving a burning trail in his wake.

“Turn around," he instructed.

The depth in his voice had want and need flaring through Ari’s body.

Lancelot’s grip moved to either side of her hips as Ari turned herself around and pressed her shoulder blades to his chest, arching her body into his wandering touch. His fingers slid deftly over her hips, across her stomach, and then tugged upon the half undone binding over her chest. She breathed out in relief as the cloth fell away.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. Dipping his fingers down between her legs and branding her with the first curl of his index.

“Ohhh—” Ari buckled with a whimper at Lancelot’s delicate touch on her mound, feeling the hard press of his length against her rear. She’d forgotten all about the golden crown braided into her hair until it nudged against his collarbone, too lost in Lancelot parting her folds to reach up and work the braids apart. She pushed her hips back, delighting in the grunt she earned from him.

Across her body, Lancelot wrapped his forearm and hugged her tight. She held on while his fingertips massaged between her legs, and stars began to creep in to the darkness of her shut eyes.

“Nobody touches you like this—” Lancelot said with a warning as harsh as velvet in her ear, rubbing his cock up against her ass— “but me, remember?”

Ari chuckled lowly despite herself, remembering how much his tongue had boldly ran away from him the last time they fucked. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

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throped · 11 months

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The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 3

This place isn’t so bad. I’ve made friends but also some twats who love to annoy different people. Nimue is going to wield the Sword of Power; I just know it. But other than that stuff, I know everything from how to shoot someone directly in the eye to all the knowledge one could possibly hold. Although I’m a human, every adult in the village accepted me, I was given to them by The Hidden. Apparently I was a gift. I’m a lot older now, 21. I still reminisce about my old world, Earth. I hope that all of this will pay off. The hours and hours I struggled to grasp the knowledge and the hours and hours I sat with the healer because I couldn’t mount a horse back then. Now that I mentioned it, Lenore gave me a horse, he was swift and not to mention a gorgeous grey with black hooves. He is wonderful. I still remember the first day I met him, I was 14, it was exactly a year after I had arrived. I had been walking near around my hut when Nimue arrived, pulling on the horse’s reins as she tried to pull the horse towards me.

“This is a horse mother asked me to give you. She said you deserved it after all the work you’ve been doing,” Nimue spoke as she heaved harder to try and pull him towards me. But to Nimue’s disdain, the horse just wouldn’t move. I just laughed at Nimue’s angered face as she kept on trying to pull on the reins. I carefully made my way to the horse as to not startle him. I told Nimue to give me the reins and to my surprise, the horse licked my left pocket of my long black coat. I got confused until I reached inside and found a little baby carrot in it. I chuckled and handed it to the horse who gobbled it up in mere seconds. Then I pulled on the reins once more and he moved to my desired place. He would listen to all of my commands. I ended up naming the him Raven. He was intelligent for sure, and I was stunned when he always found his way back to me after running around in the woods.

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Squirrel came running into the gate as I and Nimue stood talking about her wanting to escape this village. I knew that they didn’t treat her right. Everyone called her a witch when she was just like them but had her share of scars. “Look what I have!” Squirrel jumped. “Where’d you get that from Squirrel, you’re not meant to be stealing!” I scolded him. I shook my head and motioned him to try it if he wanted, I couldn’t care less, as long as he didn’t get hurt. He took a sip and made an awfully good acting face, “little too much,” Squirrel said. I laughed it off as some person came walking and called Nimue a witch. “Piss off you old hag!” Squirrel shouted back. He sure had the guts. I muttered a small, ‘I need to go find Raven,” and smiled.

“There you are, boy,” you called out to Raven, he neighed in response, or just naturally? I don’t know. Well, I sat there feeding him his favourite apples, green apples. He loved green apples and that caused me to like them too. They are sour but they taste amazing. Just as I was about to get another piece to eat myself, Nimue came out of no where with Pym following her behind. “I was chosen by the Hidden,” Nimue mumbled, “and I’m leaving for good, I’m going to board the ship that sails in Gramaire, I never wanted to be chosen anyway,” she added. I suddenly stood up, “Nimue wait-.”

“No Dae, you cannot stop me, I’m going either way,” she said. Pym and I looked at each other. “It’s not that you idiot, we’re coming with you,” I stated. Nimue smiled and quickly packed her things. She’s always wanted to leave this place. I knew that the boat in Gramaire had already left a week ago and wasn’t going to come back for another 6 months but I knew I couldn’t convince Nimue since she would say I’m lying to keep her here. The least I can do is be there when she’s disappointed that the boat has left already.

We set out on our horses. Well, Nimue didn’t have a horse, so she borrowed one from the stables and Pym sat along with her. I took Raven of course, couldn’t leave that horse behind even for a second. As we galloped through the path, Pym kept asking Nimue questions on how we’ll survive. “Do we even have money?” Pym asked. “I have 20 silver, Pym. That’ll be enough to last us a week if we’re lucky,” Nimue replied. I sat on Raven for hours and hours and I probably fell asleep at one point, but I knew Raven wouldn’t drop me. When we finally reached Gramaire, I tied Raven to a stand nearby as well as the other horse Pym and Nimue picked up and ran up to Pym and Nimue who were already at the dock. Nimue asked a guy near us, “Do you know when the ship is mean to arrive?”

“It already left. The next one is going to come six months later,” he said. I knew it. She was sad. “Well, guess I’ll get to keep you for six more months,” Pym tried to lighten the mood. Nimue sighed and motioned for us to follow her back to the horses. I felt bad for Nimue, everyone insulted her and called her a witch when she wasn’t. Just because she’s more connected to this world doesn’t mean you shame her! It’s unfair. I cant even imagine the pain Nimue has to go through.

As we were walking back, Nimue suddenly stopped for a second and looked towards this man preforming a song. He appeared to look towards Nimue too and I was certain Pym saw it too. I didn’t have time for distractions though. I had sword fighting with some of the locals in a day, so I had to go back to prepare. I thought Nimue would just come back after hearing about the boat, but I was wrong. Seems like she’s found someone she’s interested in, so I’ll let her be. She deserves this. While Nimue was staring at the performer, I took a step towards Pym as my cloak followed behind me. “Pym, I trust you to take care of Nimue, it turns out that since we’re not leaving, I have sword fighting in the span of 14 hours. And I need you to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” I said, concerned whether I’d make it or not. “You’re leaving?” Pym asked. “Yes, I see that Nimue has found someone that she may like, I can see it in her eyes. But I have to attend, or the sword fight will be an automatic defeat if I don’t go. And you know that I’ve never lost a sword fight, Pym,” I said. “Okay, I’ll be here for Nimue. But Dae, seriously, travel safe, red paladins could be anywhere,” Pym said. “You think those dimwits can kill me? I’m here to kill them, Pym,” I stated with full confidence. “I know, I know, but just, be safe. Alright?” She said. “Yes, yes Pym, I’ll be fine,” I replied. I waved her a goodbye and wandered off to Raven.

“Hello Raven, Pym and Nimue aren’t coming so it’s just me and you back,” I smiled as if he knew what I was saying. I placed the saddle more securely on Raven’s back and mounted him. I then rode out of Gramaire’s gates and into the woods. It was cloudy and gloomy today, but I could see traces of the sun trying to shine through the clouds. “I hope Nimue and Pym are safe,” I spoke under my breath. I kept riding on the trail until I found myself at the entrance of the woods, I’ve been here for 8 years so I surely know my way around this place. It was part of my studying in the 8 years I’ve stayed here.

I then realised that Red Paladins were attacking other Fey villages and killing them. I hated the red Paladins, I promised myself that if I’d ever see one, they would be dead before they even knew what hit them. But of course, I feel bad for them too, they think we’re monsters. Wait no, they think the Fey are monsters. “You’re a human Dae, you can and never will be Fey,” I said to myself, sighing. I just need to find a way out of this fantasy world, but I fear it will be too late if I stay here too long. I fear that I will make attachments to others just like I’ve done with Nimue and Pym. I kept on riding into the woods until I saw a little clearing where Raven and I rested for the night. I set up a small fire, as to not catch much attention from Paladins because I know that they may be somewhere near here. My fight with locals is going to be fine and honestly, I didn’t need to practise but I was exhausted today. I really didn’t have a proper reason to leave Nimue and Pym in Gramaire, but I couldn’t help feeling like I needed to sleep. Just as my thoughts dimed down a little, my back resting on Raven gave up and I finally fell asleep.

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I post everyday now! I'm not sure if people are gonna read this but who cares, I'm still gonna post.

#lancelot #weeping monk x reader #the weeping monk #nimue #pym #lenore #witched #fire #cursed #netflix

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leftingbadly · 3 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.”

#cursed #tv show #tv series #the weeping monk #Daniel Sharman #the weeping monk imagine #the weeping monk x reader #the weeping monk x oc #merlin #fantasy #writing #books #literature #authors #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

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nateriverswife · 9 months

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What type of characters interest you?

I don’t think I have a criterion or criteria for the characters I like. I go case by case, to be honest. The characters I like may have similar traits, but I don’t like them by default because they possess them.

For example, Light possesses traits I like in other characters, but I find him irritating. Thinking about him gives me a headache lmao.

Since I am into Dice (not going to spoiler much, since it’s basic knowledge), Mooyoung is a bit like him: he wants to reset the world, because he thinks its current state is just the worst. He took upon him this impossible mission, thinking he’s the only one capable of defeating X. He is manipulative, ruthless and much more, but he doesn’t do it for “boredom” and he doesn’t have a plot armour. For fuck’s sake, the number of times he lost against X – makes him fucking pathetic at this point, but he is way more fascinating than shallow Light. He is op like Light, in a way, but he earned it. He spread the dices and killed more than 650 dicers with his own fucking hands, just to try to beat X and fail miserably. Light gets pretty much everything handed to him. Mooyoung has a Misa in a way (Taebin) but he “earned” him too. He works his ass off and always bounces back. / A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops, with gentle hands and a heart of a fighter. I'm a survivor. / vibes (he does love his kids – the people he killed – and I’m serious. When I found out what lies in his consciousness, it just broke me.)

It depends on the context the character finds themselves in, I’d say. I'll give you some other characters from other media, if you want to find a pattern or just get an answer (if you know them of course).

Mycroft Holmes & Moriarty (Sherlock).

Gin & Ai (Detective Conan).

The Weeping Monk (Cursed).

Berlin & Palermo (La Casa de Papel).

Joe Goldberg (You).

Rio & Beth (Good Girls).

Elesis, in her Crimson Avenger and Bloody Queen classes (Elsword).

Sans & Chara (Undertale).

Sideshow Bob (Simpsons).

Scaramouche (Genshin Impact).

Kafka & Blade (Honkai Star Rail).

BEN Drowned & Laughing Jack (Creepypasta).

Kishou Arima (Tokyo Ghoul).

Bill (Gravity Falls).

Heather & Alejandro (Total Drama).

Red (Orange Is The New Black).

Abed & Troy (Community).

Dwight (The Office UK).

Capitan Ray Holt (Brooklyn 99).

Dina & Garrett (Superstore).

Assane Diop (Lupin).

ROBOTUS / Alpha-Beta (Inside Job).

John Casey (Chuck).

Silas (The DaVinci Code).

Usually, I like more characters per series (to different degrees). These are just the first ones my mind went to lol.

#thanks for the ask!!#dn.inbox

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aceofwhump · 11 months

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Finally a trailer for Outlander! I'm so excited to get my babies Roger and Bree back, yassss! I missed them. Can't believe there's only one more season after this one :(. P.S unrelated but did Cursed ever get renewed? X

Yes!!!!! And oh my god the trailer gave me chills! It looks so good!! I'm very excited for this new season. Even more so since I haven't read Echo in the Bone all the way through yet so I'm not 100% sure what's gonna happen. I'm excited!

And yay Roger and Bree!!!! I've missed them too!!! And the glimpses of them in the trailer were great!! Roger looks so good with the short hair and beard. Look at them!!!

I am sad there was nothing for Fergus and Marsali in the trailer so I worry we won't see much of them at all this season.

Sadly Cursed did get cancelled and I'm still mourning it. I'm so pissed it got cancelled. I miss it so much. I am posting my Weeping Monk & Gawain fic that starts at the end of the season if you're interested. You can find it here

#mod replies #ask

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everlastingdreams · 5 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 1

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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: Caged

Notes: I'm so nervous. Also, tumblr is messing up the way the text is posted so yeah...

Warnings: 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: +190K

Chapter: 1/ It's a secret.

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Your mind had entered into a world it had created for itself. A world that did not include being owned or being hurt.

From afar, you heard the heavy door be closed and locked.

In this wretched place were only locks… one by one, all meant to keep you from ever reaching the world outside this room again.

The world…

As you sat on your hands and knees to recover, you felt the call of nature through the stone ground.

The silver pattern of leaves spread from your palms to your whole hand.

Was it night? Was it day?

No windows offered you any sights of the world outside the room they kept you in.

A candle, one might believe it was left with you out of pity, burned in the center of the room.

When the door was shut, that candle was your only source of light and the only thing to keep you warm.

You crawled towards it, sitting yourself beside the flame to study it’s every move for there was nothing else there to entertain you.

How much time had passed since these Manbloods, your captors, had brought you here? You did not know.

Weeks? Months? A year?

Obey and keep quiet.

Surrender and survive.

Your whole life you had tried to outrun them, the Brotherhood. The symbol they carried pinned on their clothing was feared by your kind.

The life of a Fey was worthless if not of service to these brothers, Ives and Hutch, who had imprisoned you.

Serve and be rewarded with the means to keep yourself alive.

Disobey and face the suffering.

Those were the options you had been given.

You laid down on the stone, eyes fixed on the dancing flame of the candle.

Some sleep to regain your strength, a moment to close your eyes and have your vision match the darkness surrounding you. A moment to escape this life of nightmares into one of dreams.

How much time had passed when you were awoken by the strange energy that seeped from the stone into your skin?

Something was coming…

No…

Someone.

You touched the floor, the faint whispers of the Hidden your new companions.

In the darkness, all you had was your connection to them, all your senses were attuned to it for there was nothing else your senses could be distracted by.

Closer…

By the power of the Hidden, every step of them was felt beneath your palm and your curiosity grew.

Who was this stranger that dared to enter this pitiable place?

Closer and closer, step by step…

They stopped…

The Hidden let you sense some things about who was dwelling inside the dungeon that led here.

Their heart was haunted by wickedness, much like this place, but different.

Something that had been lost in this dungeon, was still present in their heart.

Who was this? Who’s curious eyes had wandered into these walls covered by the blood from those who had been here before you?

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The Monk inhaled deeply, the scents of the forest filled his lungs.

This was the second time he had caught it here, that strange Fey scent he did not recognize.

Where was it coming from?

This time he dismounted Goliath to investigate where the faint scent came from.

Slowly he walked through the forest and let Goliath walk beside him. He came upon the ruins of a small fort that had once been there and thought nothing of it until the scent grew a little stronger.

He went closer to inspect it, would a Fey hide among these ruins?

After searching for a while, he found nothing and still the scent remained.

It wasn’t until he found the tracks in the grass nearby that he realized how it was possible.

A large trapdoor was hidden under a wooden plank he moved aside.

He opened the trapdoor and it uncovered a narrow stone stairway. Some light was visible coming from down there and he descended the steps.

What began as a narrow staircase, leaded down into an old dungeon. A long wide hall, with many closed doors at both sides. Old, but clearly been used as some torches on the walls were burning, just enough to cast a dim light in the dark path.

He followed the scent, which grew stronger with each step.

At the last door, the scent reached it’s height and the Monk knew he had found who dwelled in this forsaken place.

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The sound of the padlock being broken and falling to the ground had you jump to your feet.

Someone was truly here. Out of precaution you backed away from the door as far as you could.

The light crept into the dark room as the door creaked open.

The shadow of the stranger outstretched into the room, the sword was ready in their hands.

They stepped into the room and when the light of your candle touched their face, you cowered back into a corner.

Out of all the people who could have stepped through that door, it had to be none other than the Weeping Monk?!?

Was this the end? Would your family ever find your bones in this long forgotten place?

He must have seen you cower away, and knew why.

When he had broken down the door, this was not what he expected to find.

A Fey girl, imprisoned in darkness.

Who had done this and why? Were you dangerous?

The Monk got closer with caution and you tried to move past him by moving along the wall.

He anticipated it happening and proceeded so you could never make it to the door.

The scent was something he did not recognize. Hundreds of Fey, and only for the second time he found one he could not identify.

When he had you cornered, he caught you by the throat and held you against the wall, the short sword was at your stomach.

“What Fey kind are you?” He demanded to know.

Silence fell over you like a protective cloak.

A low warning followed, “Answer my question, or I will hurt you.”

Your silence persisted and he enforced the warning by tightening his grip and pushing your head backwards against the stone wall.

From reflex and fear, you grabbed his wrist and beyond your own control a surge of your magic was released.

At the sight of your eyes flashing a bright green, and the feeling of something happening to his hand, he released you from his hold and took a couple of steps back.

With the light of the candle in the room the Monk was able to see the wound, that he had sustained on his hand the previous day, heal before his very eyes.

You seized the moment of his confusion and bolted to the door, making it into the hall before he caught you.

With the sword to your throat, he held you against his chest and in place. “How did you heal me?”

You were trembling from fear, facing the long tunnel that led to freedom.

When no answer came, he leaded you through it and up the stone steps.

The sun was setting, low sunlight hit your eyes and you winced from how intense it felt.

It blinded you for a while and when your vision began to adjust he had already reached his horse.

If you didn’t escape now, only the gods knew what would happen to you.

You struggled against him, by stepping on the side of his boot and giving a push, you made him trip to the ground. Unfortunately, he brought you down with him, too stubborn to let go off your arm.

The sword was at your throat instantly to threaten you into submission as he tried to rise to his feet but failed.

Down on your knees, you surprised him by fighting back even at the threat of the sword. You hit him across the face hard, stealing the sword from his hand as his grip on it had loosened for only a second. He tried to disarm you, you hit him in the stomach.

As he leaned away with a pained grimace you pushed hard against his side, and when he lost his balance and fell on his back, you got the upper-hand. The sword pointed down at his chest, you were trying to drive it through him but he used all his strength on your hands to try and prevent it.

The fury burned in you, the monster beneath you deserved nothing else but the cold of death.

His grip on your hands was bruising, it only spurred you on to sink the blade in him.

He moved.

That was all your brain registered as he used his leg to push against your knee.

That little lose of balance was all he needed to regain some control, he ripped one of your hands off of the sword, then stole it back.

He shoved you against the chest, and you started to scramble away from him hoping to make a run for it.

The bastard grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled at it, dragging you by the leg until you fell down face first.

You tried to get up, he pushed your head down by the back of your neck.

He held his hand there, forcing you to stay as you were. “I could break your neck.”

You felt him grab your arm and pin it behind your back.

The constant healing had made you weak, and fighting the Weeping Monk was tiring.

His thumb was pressing against your cheek. “Try such a thing again, and I will end your life. Do you understand?”

You kept still and refused to look up at him.

He pressed his thumb into your cheek, knowing it was hurting you, “Do you?”

You only nodded.

For a moment he seemed to contemplate if he was content with only a nod.

Once he was certain, he grabbed you by the back of your vest and wasn’t gentle when getting you up from the ground.

He kept your arm pinned behind your back, the blade of the sword remained at your neck.

He collected a rope from the saddle and used it to bind your hands together in front of you. “Follow the horse. Do not try to escape again, I will capture you and put you over the back of my horse instead.”

You glared at him for the threat and he gave the rope a tug.

When he mounted the steed and made you walk behind them, you looked back at the ruins of the fort.

How long before the Brothers found you again? Your powers had served them well. Over the past weeks they had forced you to heal them and anyone they brought you to heal. It had earned them a lot of coin.

If you refused, they starved you or hit you.

The bruise still healing on your left cheek was proof of it.

Often did you notice the Monk looking back at you now, of course he was curious as to who or what you were. People always were when they learned of your abilities.

Your kind was rare, it was possible he had never encountered or even heard of someone like you before.

While passing a low hanging branch, you spotted an apple just in reach.

You tried to pluck it from the tree and almost ended up falling when the horse had no intention to wait for you.

The apple soon vanished from your sight again and your stomach growled in massive protest.

Still exhausted from all the healing, this walk was not pleasant in the slightest. Two hours after the sun had gone down, you fell to the ground, your legs could no longer carry you.

Finally he halted the horse, looked back at you on the ground on hands and knees and decided to dismount.

You feared he would hurt you for this, but all he did was pull you to your feet albeit a bit roughly and made you sit down against a tree.

With another end of rope, he bound your waist to the tree.

It was time to rest some before journeying back to the camp.

He went over to his horse, took a piece of bread from the saddlebag and began to eat it.

You couldn’t help but look at the bread in his hand.

It had been so long since you had gotten something other than crumbs to eat.

This was torture of the mind and your empty suffering stomach.

He went to sit against a tree opposite of you.

Curiosity was getting the best of him it seems, because he began to interrogate you.

“Can you see well?” Upon seeing you frown, he clarified, “With those eyes.”

So he had seen the green glow overtake them back there in the dungeon.

Don’t speak… not a word…

The power inside you should not be known among all, enough of your kind had died when they were drained dry when forced to heal others.

You wore the silence like a cloak, preferring a quick death by the sword over feeling the life being sucked out of you while healing.

The Monk tilted his head, waiting for an answer that would not come.

Another question was fired, “Can you heal yourself?”

Did he plan on killing you and wished to know beforehand if there was a chance you could rise from the dead?

The ongoing silence hanged between you like shards of glass, cutting at your nerves without mercy.

Suddenly he put down the bread and stood, crossing the short distance he took out a dagger.

Your heart sank at the sight of it, he would test the theory himself…

The Monk circled you, knelt down let the blade cut the skin of your hand.

It didn’t feel as painful as you thought it would have been, like a rose’s thorn puncturing your skin.

He wait for a while, two drops of blood came out and then it stopped.

The small cut did not heal.

The power you had would not protect you.

You leaned away from him somewhat, uncomfortable with how close he was.

It did not stop him from questioning you further, “How many of your kind have you healed?”

So far he had not gotten a word out of you regarding your ability.

“Silence will not save you.” He said.

It slipped out of you, sharp as a sword, “My voice will?”

Finally.

He picked his words smart. “Your cooperation might.”

Right away you questioned it, “My cooperation?”

He stood again and returned to the tree to rest. “Father will decide if you are useful to us.”

This was the perfect opportunity to appease Father after the failures in capturing the Wolf Blood Witch. A girl who could heal the sick and wounded, the power to be undefeatable by the enemy presented itself.

Father would be very pleased.

Useful?

Was this just going to be another ‘dungeon’ situation?!?

It was enough to tick you off further. “Since when does Father Carden collect Feys for his own benefit? Does that not go against what all of you believe in?”

He proceeded to ignore the question and leaned back against the tree.

How could he be so calm in the presence of an enemy? Was this truly a day to day occurrence for him?!?

Minutes passed by and it was baffling how he appeared so certain that you were unable to escape that he had no trouble falling asleep.

While you sat there staring at him in disbelief, and somewhat nauseous from the stress this had caused. The hunger topped it off completely, especially when you saw the bread discarded and forgotten on the ground next to him.

Someone had not been facing the hunger forced upon the Fey…

Your stomach growled merciless and your mind made up different scenarios where you broke free and ate the bread he had so wastefully forgotten about.

The clouds shielded the moon’s light and damned the forest to the darkness.

A branch snapped nearby and drew your attention. The owl you had heard a minute ago suddenly flew away.

Someone was nearing…

What were you to do? Wake the Monk, or hope that whoever was coming would be your rescue?

When the footsteps now grew audible, that choice was taken from you. It had awoken him from his shallow slumber.

He was listening for the sounds that had led the owl to flee and locked eyes on you, with a finger to his lips he signaled for you to be quiet.

What were the chances that they could defeat the notorious Weeping Monk in a fight?

Part of you really wanted to scream out for help, but your conscience stopped you.

Quietly, he got to his feet and drew his sword.

He must have seen the flicker of hope in your eyes, because he came closer and covered your mouth with his hand while scanning the forest.

“Stay quiet. I will kill them if you call out.” He warned lowly.

A sound came from the opposite direction and the Monk became highly alert.

Were they surrounding him?

Not Fey, he would have caught their scent a while ago with the wind’s direction.

He let go off your face, giving a look of warning before hastily cutting loose the rope at your waist that bound you to the tree.

Once on your feet, the Monk dragged you along.

His attention was on the footsteps that were following.

There was no mistaking it anymore, they were here for him.

He backed you against a tree all of a sudden. “Do not move from here.”

There were so many strange noises coming from all around, if this man wanted to keep you alive for now, he could be the best chance on survival.

The Monk left you by the tree.

If you were to run, he would find you by your scent anyway.

You glanced at the horse, he noticed and gave a look of warning. The idea to steal the black steed was discarded.

He focused all his senses on the sounds coming from around him and walked away from you somewhat.

A rope shot out from behind the trees and caught the Monk around the neck.

He cut himself loose before the rope could tighten, an action the attackers must have hoped for as they ran out of the shadows and took the moment of confusion to attack him.

Even in the darkness you recognized them, your former captors had found you again.

The Brothers were hunters their whole lives, their tricks had been your downfall as well.

And now the Monk fell to their brutality too.

They were here for you, to take back what would bring them wealth for the rest of their lives, and to punish the thief who’d stolen you.

It was Hutch who used an axe to lunge at the Monk, who blocked the attack with his arm and the blade cut through the padded clothing. A dark spot soon appeared on the Monk’s sleeve, blood stained the fabric.

Ives wasted no time to aid his brother in battle and ruthlessly tackled the Monk to the ground.

This would not end well, if he lost they would drag you back to that dungeon.

Unless you ran and found a safe place to hide.

Fear overpowered all else and you fled away from the fight, it were the voices of the Hidden that made you stop and hide behind a tree.

Why were they trying to stop you from leaving?

These were monsters fighting among each other.

From a distance you could see that the Monk was on his feet and gaining the upper hand on them.

He kicked Hutch in the stomach, and elbowed Ives in the face when he tried to attack him from behind. The rope came in handy to him, because he caught Hutch around the neck with it.

The crack that followed sounded like the gate being slammed shut back in that dungeon.

Your stomach turned and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Ives was cursing him out, not a word from the Monk came in response.

The fighting noise fell quiet like the drop of a rock. Silence overtook the forest once more and you held your breath.

Leaves were disrupted on the ground, crunching under the nearing footsteps.

The sound stopped not far from you, and you sneaked a glance from behind the tree.

The Monk held a hand against his side, looking quite confused.

Your sight fell on the dark liquid staining his hand.

One of them had stabbed a knife into his side, and he only noticed something was very wrong now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

It felt like his body began to burn inside, he could not take another step.

He was on his knees before it truly dawned on him how serious the injury was.

You came out from behind the tree and remained at a distance, wary of the one who had kept you captive as well.

He knew of your magic and what you were capable off.

Would he beg for life like others had done before him? You were expecting it to happen.

He looked in your direction and what struck you was that he did not look panicked. No, what you saw on his face was relief…

He fell over, the blood poured out of his side and caused the leaves on the ground to stick together.

Never did he call out for help, accepting of his fate.

When he stopped moving, you ran over to use a fallen sword to cut your hands loose from the ropes then you walked backwards slowly, still in fear that he would suddenly jump to his feet.

You turned to flee the place, the Hidden only let you run past a few trees before they showed their dismay.

The whispers grew so loud that it overwhelmed your every thought and brought you to your knees, your hands were covering your ears as if it would stop them.

“Please.” You begged them.

Whatever it was that they saw in the Monk, it was apparently worth tormenting you over.

But this man had killed so many of your kind, why did he deserve to live?

You defiantly refused. “Not him!”

The response they gave caused your markings to appear, and by the gods, the pain it brought was unspeakable.

It lasted until you surrendered to their will. “Please, stop! I will do as you ask!”

Their hold on your mind seized and left you gasping for air.

They would not be denied.

With trembling limbs you got up from the soil and returned to where you had left the Monk to die.

He laid motionless on the ground.

By placing a hand on his chest, you felt him take a shallow breath.

Why would the old gods insist that you save him? That you would weaken yourself further to help this monster?

Was this a test of your faith in them?

You placed both your palms on his chest and fought back the endless questions this brought into being.

By concentrating, the magic awoke and flowed through your veins into your skin. Your markings spread down your arms as the magic lured them out.

You knew it was healing him by how it was draining you of your energy instead.

It was not meant to last longer than a few seconds, but then you saw a green leaf pattern appear on the side of his face and on his hands.

The shock at the sight of it allowed him to heal further until you snapped out of it and scurried away.

No…no…no…

He was Fey?!?

How could he do this to his own kind?!?

You scrambled to your feet, appalled and confused by the discovery.

Had the Hidden wished for him to be healed only because he was Fey?

All that energy and strength lost for a traitor.

Usually you would take a moment to recover, but there was no time.

You stole his sword and when you went to steal his horse, the steed paced back and forth.

It was obvious that the horse would not let you mount and you gave up on the idea.

On foot you traveled into the darkness, getting as much distance between yourself and the Monk as possible.

Freedom was in your hands and you would not let it be stolen again.

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theweepingwitch · 2 years

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The Road to Avalon - Chapter 2, The Paladin Camp

Notes: The Weeping Monk x f!reader

Been a bad time, but here you go..

Warnings: non descriptive torture, violence.

Chapter 2 - The Paladin Camp

The monk had thrown Gawain over the back of his horse. As you were not injured, he tied your hands behind you, and put another rope around your neck. As he tightened the rope, you were able to get a close look at his face. You froze in shock, and stared at him. His eyes. Not just his eyes, but your fey senses confirmed his identity. He met your eye only briefly, but long enough to see the look on your face. You knew. He turned away quickly, and led the horse out of the woods. It was bad enough the knight had seen his hand change in the leaves, now he had you to worry about.

You watched Gawain bounce on the horse, and you prayed that he would survive long enough for you to get to him.

It didn’t take long to reach your destination.

Your heart pounded as you saw the white tents of the paladin camp. Since you left Avalon, you had only seen the occasional Red Paladin, having spent most of your time in Nemos, and always well protected. This place was crawling with them. As the monk walked through the camp, paladins began to take notice of the scene. Several of them spat in your direction, curses of “Witch!” being thrown at you. Their words didn’t bother you, but you knew all too well the damage their glinting weapons could do.

The monk brought the horse to a stop before a large tent. Paladins had begun to surround the area, curious what was happening. Two men emerged from within, one in red with a white beard, the second; younger, clad in black robes. The bearded man approached the monk, raising his hands in welcome.

“You had us worried, my son.” he said. Son? You frowned at the two in confusion.

The man in black stepped forward.

“Is this him? Is this the famous Weeping Monk?” he asked, a note of admiration in his voice. The bearded man looked annoyed, but turned toward the man slightly.

“His Holiness has sent Abbot Wicklow to observe us in our campaign against the Fey.” He composed himself, and walked toward the horse.

“So... what have you brought us?”. The hooded man stepped aside to allow the red man to inspect his haul.

“The Green Knight, and someone he takes orders from.” he said. The red man clapped his hands together, then motioned for two paladins to take Gawain off the horse. Two others grabbed your arms and untied the rope.

“God smiles on us today. Oh yes.” The man you guessed now to be Father Carden stood before Gawain, a nasty look in his eye. He addressed Abbott Wicklow.

“This one...This one likes to hide up trees and shoot my men. One of them died in my arms

on a ride through the Minotaur. His name was Peter, if I recall. Fourteen. Butcher boy.

Got a barbed arrow in the neck. Died swallowing his own blood. Are you proud of that, Green Knight? No? No answer? We like that. We have Brother Salt and his kitchens for the quiet ones.” Father Carden smiled. Abbott Wicklow approached Gawain, studying his face.

“Uncanny. He almost passes for human.” he hummed. Father Carden pulled at the rope that held you, pulling your head up.

“Some can, yes. And that's how they spread.” He bent to look you in the eye now.

“By fire...or by steel, you will sing to us. And you will tell us all we need to know

about you, and your witch.” he said, looking down at your chest, his face betraying lecherous thoughts. Gawain noticed and fought against the men holding him.

“You want my words, priest?” he spat. Father Carden stood to tower over Gawain.

“Oh, I do. I do.” he said, almost sweetly. Gawain looked him in the eye.

“Are you sure? I know many things. Many secrets.” Gawain looked behind Father Carden. Towards the Monk. He shifted his weight but didn’t look at either of you. The Abbot's eyes also flicked to the monk, clearly having his suspicions. Father Carden’s voice dropped dangerously low.

“Take them to Brother Salt.”

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Inside the tent, you and Gawain were tied to chairs. You could do nothing to help him, but it seemed that the monk had hit him to maim but save his vital organs.

“Gawain, I can pray to the Hidden for you, but I don’t know how much they can do.” you said. He nodded, groaning.

“The pain I can handle, I will not talk.” he said, defiant. You knew it was true. He was stronger than anyone you had met to date. Still, you called on the Hidden to be with him. The tent was dark, but you could clearly see the blood-crusted devices hung around the place. It was cluttered, and everything seemed to be specially designed to inflict terrible injuries.

“You, Lianna, you must be strong. They will hurt you but we cannot give into this.” he said, looking up to meet your eye. You held each other's gaze, a solemn knowing of what was to come.

“The monk,” he said suddenly. You frowned.

“What about him?” you asked

“You saw, you would know a fey if you saw one.” Gawain said. You nodded.

“How could he turn on his own kind?” you said, feeling deeply sad for the countless lives lost. Gawain shook his head, looking back towards the tent entrance. Voices were approaching.

“I do not know.” Just then a tall paladin with horrible scarred eyes entered. He was led by another paladin towards a table full of butcher’s tools.

“Do you know me, friends?” the blind man asked.

“Have you heard of Brother Salt and his Kitchen?” the man bent over and splashed water over his head before turning to face Gawain.

“Let me introduce you to some of my friends. God’s fingers, I call them.” He brandished a white hot poker he called Michael in Gawains face.

“Don’t worry, you will meet them all.” He turned his blind eyes to you.

“And you, you will watch what happens to your unholy followers.”

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You could only watch as Brother Salt did everything in his power to break Gawain. You cried and sobbed, but held your tongue. It would do no good to speak now, they would be killing you both anyway.

Brother salt threw down his latest tool and marched over to his table, wiping the blood from his hands.

“This one breaks slow. Some soup, then we start again, with the woman.” Brother Salt huffed, but was calm as he was led out of the tent. You shuffled your chair over to Gawain, and opened your mouth to speak, but the tent flap flying open again made you stop. It was the Weeping Monk. He walked cautiously around to the tent, stopping several feet away, facing the table. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

“Don’t be afraid, Ash Man. We don’t bite.” You stared at Gawain, then at the monk, who had turned to look at the bound man. He had a look of confusion on his face.

“It’s those eyes. The mark of the Ash Folk. There haven’t been any in these lands for centuries. How is it you found your way here?” Indeed, Ash Folk were almost extinct. They had been amongst the first to fall when christians first arrived. You were surprised Gawain knew that identifying mark at all, given how long it had been. The monk was silent.

“Have you just come to watch me die?”

“Why didn’t you tell them, before?” the monk cut him off.

“Because all fey are brothers, even the lost ones.” Gawain said. The monk stood silent, studying Gawain, who groaned in pain.

“This pain, it will cleanse you.” the statement made you scoff. Gawain shook his head.

“You parrot their words, but you know it’s all lies.” he said, “I can feel it in you, my brother.”

“You are not my brother.” the monk snapped. Anger rose in you now.

“They have turned your mind so far inside out that you no longer know the difference between kindness and hate.” you snapped, your words moving the monk to pace around the room. It was only now you noticed the pull deep in your being where your healer's abilities lived. Pain, such unimaginable anguish seeped from the man. You could almost cry from the weight of it.

“Who did this to you?” The monk moved again to stand before Gawain, not looking at you.

“We are saving souls. Your soul.” he said. Gawain glared at the monk.

“Tell that to the little ones that you burn.”

“I don’t harm the children.” Gawain shook with rage.

“You burn their homes, slay their mothers and fathers, and you watch as your red brothers run them down on horses. And you see it all through those weeping eyes. That makes you guilty.” The monk shook his head, and marched toward the tent opening.

“Brother,” Gawain called after him, “You can fight. I’ve never seen anything like it. You could be our strongest warrior. Your people need you.”

“You are not my people!” the monk said again. Gawain gave him a challenging look.

“Then tell them. If this is where you belong, tell them what you are.” The monk stared at him.

“I will pray for you.” he answered. You glared at him.

“And we for you.” The monk gave you a quick glance before rushing from the tent.

You stared at Gawain.

“Are you insane? Bring him to the Fey? After everything he’s done?” you asked. He looked at you, eyes intense.

“You know better than I what we do to bring back our fallen. We don’t know why he is here...but he could be our greatest ally. You have not seen him as I have.” Gawain said. You sighed.

“I doubt we will get the chance. Once the blind man gets back we’re dead.” you said.

No sooner had you said the words, paladins entered the tent. They marched past you and roughly took Gawain away, ignoring your pleas to be gentle. You had never felt so helpless, and you were sure this was the last time you would see Gawain alive. You cried as the sun set, left alone with the dripping butchers tools.

---

You were left alone for so long you had begun to wonder if they had forgotten you were here when the tent flap once again opened.

“Squirrel!” The boy was being dragged by the scruff by an annoyed looking man. The paladin holding him threw him roughly into a chair.

“Don’t hurt him, please he’s just a child.” you begged. The paladin finished tying Squirrel, and turned. He raised his arm and back handed you across the face, leaving blood in your mouth. Your eyes watered as your cheek burned. The paladin grabbed your chin and raised your face to look at him.

“Bite your tongue or I will remove it.” he said, smiling darkly. You stayed silent, but your eyes burned with anger. To your relief he left immediately, beckoned away by someone outside. You turned to Squirrel, whose face was red.

“What happened?” you asked, seeing the dried tears. The boy just shook his head, fresh tears in his eyes. Gawain.

“Percival,” you said gently. He wouldn’t look up or meet your eye.

“Percival, he would be proud of your bravery.” the boy sniffed.

“He made me a knight.” That confirmed it then. He must have seen Gawain first, and been caught.

“No matter what happens, you remember how brave you are, alright?”

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Night had fallen now. The only light in the tent was the few candles that someone had lit a while earlier. Through the fabric of the tent you could see men sitting around fires, winding down for the evening. A rustling pulled your attention, and Brother Salt made his way back in. He was alone this time, and needed no guide as he made his way around with ease. After a few moments, he picked up a gruesome looking tool. Squirrel’s breathing was speeding up, fear coming off him in waves you could sense without trying. Brother Salt stood before the boy, grinning.

“Shall we play now?” he asked.

“You’re the ugliest of them all! Inside and out.” Squirrel’s shout made you jump in surprise.

“Boy shut your mouth!” you said harshly, but the boy kept going.

“Kill me, fine, but you’ll still be you forever. And thats a worse hell than anything I can think of!” Brother Salt turned to his work table, feeling for, and finding a long knife.

“The tongue first, I think.” he said. Squirrels eyes shot between the knife and the paladins face.

“Go on, I’ll still keep talking, I’ll be in your nightmares talking, telling you how ugly you are. When you try and wake up, your eyes won’t open because you sewed them up like a bloody idiot!” You stared at the child. He was either the bravest or the most foolish boy you had ever seen. The Paladin chuckled, apparently amused by this outburst. He suddenly turned his head, as if to look behind him.

“Who's there?” he asked. The dark form of the hooded monk came from behind the blind man, who smiled.

“Come to watch, my weeping brother?” You stared in shock as the blade slid across Brother Salt’s throat. Quickly, the monk bent forward and cut the boy free, then yours.

“What are you doing?” you whispered. He didn’t answer, but grabbed your arm and the boys, rushing you out into the night.

What the hell he was doing he wasn’t sure. All he knew was he wasn’t about to let a child be alone with Brother Salt, no matter the cost. And it dawned on him how high that cost was. This was a betrayal of everything Father Carden had instilled in him. But the Green Knight's words had got to him. It was all lies…

All he had now was this boy, and fey woman. Getting them to safety was all he focused on.

You held Squirrel as close to you as you could, trying to shield him however you could. Your heart pounded with adrenaline.

The camp was still active, but quieter. Under the cover of darkness, the monk managed to lead you almost to the edge of camp. Almost.

“I wouldn’t.” The monk stopped. You turned to see Abbott Wicklow, and several black robed men in golden masks blocking the path. The monk pushed Squirrel and you behind him protectively.

The abbott cocked his head.

“Does he remind you of someone, this, fey orphan?” he asked mockingly.

“You don't need him.” the monk said.

“Why? Can’t he smell out his own kind like some sort of animal? Or is that just your species?”

This is the end Lancelot thought.

“Find cover.” Not needing to be told twice, you grabbed hold of Squirrel and ran. Thankfully none of the paladins followed. You pushed Squirrel down between some barrels, and threw a sac overtop of you. You could hear the fight, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart. Squirrel pushed up to watch.

“Squirrel no!” you tried to pull him back but he pushed your hands away.

“They’re going to kill him!” he cried. You looked through a space in the barrels and saw him. But man after man fell to his sword.

“My gods…” Never had you seen anything like that. But now the monk was on his knees, swords gone. In your distraction, Squirrel ran back towards the monk, picking up a fallen sword.

“Whose first?!” he shouted.

"No!" You screamed as you rushed out to grab the child.

It was the moment Lancelot needed, with all the strength he could gather he swung his blade and killed the remaining assailants. He stumbled towards you and you rushed to grab him, keeping him on his feet.

"Goliath." He managed to get out, you didn't understand but threw his arm around your shoulders and yelled at Squirrell to follow. You ran as well as you could half dragging the monk towards the treeline. As if sent by God the massive horse you had been brought into camp on appeared. No words were needed as the monk reached for the saddle. You helped him up and lifted Squirrel to sit in front of him. Then the monk reached for you, and you gladly took his hand, sitting behind him. You wrapped an arm around so you could reach the boy but the monk grabbed your hand and pressed it firmly against his chest.

"Hold on."

You barely had time to cling for your life as Goliath took off into the night.

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thrillofhope · 1 year

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First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

I was tagged by @iamstartraveller776 and @myrsinemezzo

Galadriel rushes into the restaurant, cheeks pink from the cold and the lingering rage of finding out her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—is married. [On the Twelfth Night, or, Epiphany: How Galadriel Seduced a Priest and Discovered the True Meaning of Christmas; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]

Halbrand steps away from the grill, the heat of the kitchen causing sweat to form at his hairline. [Half of My Heart; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]

He creeps from the void, drawn to the land made in his likeness. [The Lesser of Two Evils; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]

“There is no such future,” she denies vehemently. [The Music of the Night; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]

She had come to convince him. [To Follow the Light; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]

The door opens. [No Light, No Light; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]

“Let me find her, Father,” the Weeping Monk volunteers, thrilled at the challenge, at the opportunity it would present. [In Pursuit; Nimue x the Weeping Monk/Lancelot; Cursed]

They had been traveling for what felt like days. [Accursed Salvation; Nimue x the Weeping Monk/Lancelot; Cursed]

“Perhaps here you can find some peace, Galadriel.” [No One's Here to Sleep {coming soon}; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]

Finrod Felagund was two thousand three hundred and eighty one years old on the day his body was found split open and strewn before the apothecary’s doorstep. [When the Day Met the Night {coming soon-ish}; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]

If you see this and you write fic, drop your first lines!

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madamebaggio · 2 years

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Susan Pevensie Ships!

Today we have our Gentle Queen!

For the usual ships we have:

Susan x Éomer (The Lord of the Rings)

Susan x Steve Rogers (MCU)

Susan x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Susa x Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men First Class)

Susan x Gawain (King Arthur)

Susan x Legolas (The Lord of the Rings)

Susan x Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)

Susan x The Weeping Monk (Cursed)

And for the new ships we have:

Susan x Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Susan x Clark Kent (DCU)

Let me know your favorite ships and remember! The one with the most notes will get a kissing post later on!

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jplupine · 9 months

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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.

You can also read it on AO3!

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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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"You're Not what I Was Looking For"

-- The Weeping Monk x OC (fem)

Chapter 66: queen of all [x]

Chapter Summary: One evening gives Lancelot and Ari a chance to be free. Old secrets come to light.

Content Warning: -/-

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Exert:

Kaze eyed Lancelot for every step, all along the corridor as if ensuring that he did not think about coming back.

“How long has that been going on?” Kaze asked after she shut the door with more grace this time. Her voice was softer than Ari had anticipated.

She moved to Henry’s gift draping from the upright partition, trying to avoid the burning gaze of her friend. But she couldn’t. There was nowhere for her to hide from the truth.

The answer Kaze was looking for wasn't so straightforward. Since their first kiss? Since Lancelot pulled her from the river? Since the first flutter she'd felt in her body when he was around?

“Since before we arrived at the forest.” Her fingertips ghosted over velvety fabric.

“That long?” Kaze gawked.

Ari nodded, turning towards the bed. She sat, tucking one leg up beneath her, not fully able to meet Kaze’s eyes. She wasn’t prepared to be judged for who she loved today— and Kaze was no stranger to making her talk.

Her friend strolled her way across the room, the weight of her examining gaze prickling awareness on Ari’s skin. “I knew that there was something more to your friendship.”

Fiddling with the laces of her boot on the bed, Ari pushed a tired smile, her chin tucking down toward her chest. It seems that even Kaze had not been fooled by their facades.

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The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 2

Nimue and I were walking down the trail to her village. My head was swirling, and I felt like I was going to faint. “Wait, I haven’t asked you for your name yet, what are you called?” Nimue asked. My voice was hoarse, but I still answered, “Dae.” She smiled at me but realised that I looked paler than the first time she met me. Cold ran through me and I shivered while feeling nauseous too. “Dae, are you okay?” Nimue worriedly asked. “I feel cold. Too cold,” I mumbled before my legs gave up and I dropped to the ground.

Great, I fainted.

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A paining ache arose when I woke up. I quickly took in my surroundings. I was on a much softer surface this time, maybe a proper bed. The height of the room was quite low, reaching probably 1.5 metres. And when I looked below me, the ground wasn’t much of a pleasure. It was covered with stone as well as some specks of dirt. Just as I was looking around, I could hear the sound of people walking in, they were blurred as my vision still hadn’t adjusted to the amount of light. But as they came closer, I could recognise one as Nimue. At least there’s one familiar face. The other person was a lot older than Nimue, probably Nimue’s mother, I hope she didn’t mind me staying in her house. “Dae, you’re alright! You had me worried,” Nimue spoke up. I mustered up some strength and sat up in the bed and replied, “thank you for staying with me, I thought you’d leave me there,” I thanked her. The woman next to her rushed to ask me. “Dae, listen to me carefully, is it true, you just woke up in the forest? Nimue told me that you said you got transported from your world to ours,” the seemingly older woman asked. “Yes that’s true, I did wake up randomly in a forest. I’m not sure how though,” I replied with. “Thank the Hidden it is her. The one who was sent to us,” the older woman mumbled under her breath. “Listen Dae, I’m Lenore, Nimue’s mother and you’ve arrived, just as they said. Please reply honestly to this, have you touched anything ancient recently?” she asked. I stayed silent, I could only think of one time and that was when I touched the sword at the cash converters, but that obviously didn’t matter. Well, I guess I’ve got to say something and that is what I will say. “Uhm, yes I think. I may have touched a sword at a shop I went to in my world,” I said. “Did it have writing on it, some sort of ancient language I would say, that glowed when you touched it?” Lenore once again asked. “Yes, it glowed a bright orange and there was this writing on it… I feel like I could understand it somehow, I can’t make out the words, but it was something like ‘Whosoever wields the Sword of Power shall be the one true king’ in English,” I stated.

“Dae, you are powerful, just like Nimue, you both have been cursed. The Hidden sent you here so that you could fight back, you’re our fighter. The Fey’s fighter. From now on, you’ll stay with us, you’ll get accustomed to our culture and lifestyle, I know that where you are from, things are different, but you’ve got to stay with us if you want a way out of here. There is only one thing that will help you. The Sword of Power. The one you touched,” Lenore explained. I couldn’t wrap my head over this. I’m only thirteen! Yes, I may look or be smart, but that doesn’t mean you drag a child into a completely different universe! “Lenore, I’m too young, I cannot fight. I don’t have the slightest idea as to how to hold a sword,” I ranted out. What was I doing here? “Dae, if you do not know, I will teach you, people may live today but die tomorrow in war, it is going to be your job to prevent that in the future. Promise me Dae, that you will protect the Fey, you will do everything in your power to save them,” Lenore spoke. I don’t know about anything but as long as I will have to stay here, I will owe them, what’s better than preventing lives from being taken as a token of gratitude? “I promise, Lenore and Nimue, I will be by your side, and I will protect the Fey to my highest ability,” I took my oath.

After that day, everything changed, my lifestyle, the people I was surrounded by, my clothes and literally everything in my other life had been altered. I looked different than everyone else though, while Nimue and Pym got to wear normal clothes like the village, I had to wear black attire, great for camouflaging in the dark. While Pym, Squirrel and Nimue had their own responsibilities, I had to learn the culture of the Fey, the history and how to wield all sorts of different weapons. I learned how to fight….. just like how Lenore said I would.

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Anddd, that's a wrap, these past 2 chapters were how you settled in and where you came from so no more cheesy promises or stuff like that. This is my first series and I'm not sure how it'll go though... so yeah. But I'll continue until it's finished.

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