#the weeping monk x OC

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The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 1

.~ PROLOUGE ~. I'm not sure how many chapters there are gonna be but I'll let you know after the story is finished! This is an OC one but I'm also going to make a reader insert the same, but just the names changed.

Also, you're about 13 in this part, it is the part where you become involved with the Fey.

This world is messed up. Every little bit of it. People don’t listen, people don’t talk, people are mean while some people are too nice. I just don’t get it. My school doesn’t get much better though, not when there are little twats running around like they own the place. I have but merely two friends and one whom I never even asked to be friends with. Stupid people running this stupid world. This place would literally be in shambles if my anger could be expressed physically. But sometimes I find it amusing, people going about in their daily lives while having arguments over little things. I’m working on a plot, a plot to make everyone’s lives miserable. I enjoy their twisted eyes staring into my soul, almost like they could kill me. But they can’t. Nobody is capable of killing without being angered enough. They all think they’re above one another, but they just don’t realise that they are all exactly the same.

My part-time job also sucks, the fact that the person who runs the place makes me feel like I’m dumb also annoys me. Intelligence can come in many forms, whether it be academically or just survival skills and logical thinking. I prefer the one where I don’t have to waste my time studying, I simply don’t get the logic in that, study your WHOLE life just to get a paper and a handshake from a person who just went through the same thing? That just doesn’t sit right with me.

PRESENT

My parents and I decided to go to a cash converters store where we could buy things given by other people for a downgraded price. As I made my way into the store, my breath was immediately contaminated with the stench of bicycles rotting so I put up my hand to cover my nose from that foul odour. “Don’t exaggerate so much, Dae! Let’s be in a good mood today, shall we?” My mother encouraged, the words flowing into one ear and out the other.  “Huh, oh yes, good mood. Got it,” I replied with. As I walked deeper into the store, leaving my parents and little brother, I made my way to the paintings area. My eyes floated around, clearly mesmerised at the sight in front. How could one sell such an exquisite painting for FOUR DOLLARS? That’s literally nothing compared to what stood right in front of my eyes. The waterfall and garden looked extremely captivating but there was something else that caught my attention… There on a stand, laid a sword, a majestical sword one would say, it was simply magnificent. My fingers carefully brushed through the blade of the smooth sword. There was also writing, writing that looked quite ancient. I was wondering why a sword like this would be in a painting isle. But my thoughts were short-lived as my parents called me for suggestions on the quilts they had seen. I sighed and made my way over.

That night I went home and ate dinner, which was rice, my favourite! I put my laptop in my laptop bag while grabbing the keys from the back pocket and putting it into the front which would ultimately be easier for me. My body thumped against the bed because of the sudden pressure added. I yawned as my body melted into the soft bed. The relief of the night washing in on me.

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My head felt like it was getting pierced by branches while the whole of my lower body felt like it was resting against a stone. The only problem was that when I woke up, a whole forest surrounded me. “What? Where am I, is anyone there!?” My restless voice yelled out. My body jerked into action, and I quickly stood up at the sound of sticks breaking and leaves rustling around me. I don’t know where I am. Is this a dream or what? Some kind of unexplained reverie? I’m not sure but all this seems pretty real to me. The rusting only continued to come nearer and nearer as my breath suddenly quickened. What a morning, is this even a morning? I’m not sure about anything anymore. Tall green trees and traces of flowers growing on the soft garden bed of the woods. Now that I think of it, it wasn’t the best idea to yell out in the woods where literally anything could pounce at you and supposedly end you. As the rustling still continued, I pressed myself against a tree to make myself less visible. But to my surprise, a feminine voice suddenly rang out, “who’s there!? Show yourself!” Seemed to be a girl, probably young, her voice didn’t sound as developed as adults. But the real question was, what was this girl doing in the woods alone? She was likely alone as an adult wouldn’t let her out here herself. Although, for all I know, this could be a fantasy world where pigs fly. I’m not really sure.

I relaxed a little as I saw the face of the voice. She was young, probably as old as me, if not, younger. Her brunette hair contradicted with her icy blue eyes as her attire looked quite different from mine. I stared at her for a solid five seconds and finally broke out of my trance, “who are you, where am I?” I questioned. “Uh, I’m Nimue, and this is the path to our village, do you not know where you are?” she looked puzzled to say the least. “To be honest, I was sleeping in my world, and I suddenly woke up and ended up… here?” I spoke as my panic seemed to arise. Was this the past, another world, another universe!? “Also, why are you dressed like that?” The girl or should I say Nimue asked. “I’m dressed perfectly fine thank you very much. But the real question is, why are you dressed like that,” I said as I compared our clothes. She had braids and it seemed as if she was wearing a black and white outlines cloak, probably with a knee length dress inside as her legs were visible. I looked down at myself and my white fur puffer jacket which always kept me warm, I was wearing long cargo black pants that were of good quality and a simple t-shirt inside. I’m happy that I didn’t change into my nightdress. “I always wear this, everyone wears this. And why are you wearing white? It looks stuffed,” Nimue said. “Well, this may sound crazy, but I think I’ve been transported from my world to yours because of something I’ve done… Also, my jacket is stuffed with something called jute, it’s meant to keep us warm in our world,” I replied to her questions. “I’m sorry for annoying you with my stupid questions but I can take you back to the village if you wish?” Nimue asked. It hadn’t even been a split second before I answered, “of course, I desperately need a place to seek refugee until I can get back to my home.”

It was prohibited to follow a stranger in my world, but this time it felt fine, I need somewhere to stay and this girl doesn’t seem like the kind to kill me in cold blood. Also, I want to get to know more information about this place so I just wanna ask her some questions to know my way around this place. As we were walking, I didn’t have the courage to utter a word, but I was awe-struck at the beauty of the forest as we were walking down the trail. Considering Nimue is using the term ‘village’, I determine that this place must not be as well developed and is probably not modern at all. Even looking at her clothes, in my world, they’d be considered shabby. “So, do you think the village will like me?”. “Maybe, I don’t really know, those old shriveled up onions that are considered elders may like or hate you,” she shrugged. But she suddenly changed her demeanor, “are you a human?” she quickly asked. Wondering why she asked me such a weird question; I nodded my head instead of answering. She gasped, “I’ve never met a human before and I’m pretty sure they may not accept you.” “Aren’t you a human too, Nimue?” I replied with clear confusion. “Well, no. I’m Fey, we have powers, and we can connect with the Hidden!” She said. This was too much for me, I didn’t understand anything. What is the ‘Hidden’? And what is ‘Fey’? All I can hope now is that the village will be welcoming since I’m a human. Or maybe… I just tell them I’m Fey.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader Masterlist part 1

The City Of Fey:

Summary:   As a fey queen you are by now used to it that fey come into your woods seeking refugee or a place to hide. Things get complicated however when your knights have not just brought a fey boy but also the red paladins’ fiercest warrior into your city.  

Word count:  43K

Warnings: Mentioned on the chapters themselves.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Playing With Fire:

Story Summary: The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Story notes: Enemies to lovers (kinda?), pining, mutual pining, fluff and humor, lots of sarcasm. Slow burn.

Important: For the people who don’t like smut, 39 is the last chapter ! 

Warnings: Violence, physical abuse, rape threat, slut-shaming, trauma, death, childhood trauma, death threats, torture threats, lots of angst,  !!!! SMUT in chapters 40, 42 & 43!!!! 

Word count: +116K

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 12   Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22  Chapter 23   Chapter 24  Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Smut chapters (40-42-43): Chapter 40  Chapter 41  Chapter 42  Chapter 43 

Reign Of The Heart:

Story Summary:  As the first in line to the throne of Riviel, your Father King Cador requests that you go to Uther’s Castle to convince Uther to support the church’s mission to extinguish the fey. You do not share the same views as your father when it comes to the fey, but still you do what he asks of you.On your journey to Uther’s castle you were asked to go and visit Father Carden to see for yourself how the mission is going. As you and your company prepare to continue your journey to the castle, Father Carden insists on sending some of his men along to ensure you arrive at the castle safely.What you did not expect was that he not only send some of his Red Paladins, but also his Weeping Monk along.

Extra notes: Enemies to lovers-ish, Slow burn?, angst, voilence, deaths, Percival being a smartass, pining, the whole batch okay.

Warnings: Mentioned on the chapters themselves.

Word count: 290K

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13   Chapter 14   Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Chapter 22  Chapter 23  Chapter 24  Chapter 25  Chapter 26  Chapter 27  Chapter 28  Chapter 29  Chapter 30  Chapter 31  Chapter 32 Chapter 33  Chapter 34  Chapter 35  Chapter 36

More to come...

[ask-forbidden-peach]

Peach pit - Oc X Wukong fanfic

Warning: Brief mention of kidnapping. Brief mention of breeding. No nsfw

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Ài was in her garden, softly holding some baskets of peaches as she walked through the garden, she happily waved at the passing monkeys who bowed. She smiled only to feel a certain breeze.

“Ah. Ah. Peaches. Nothing heavy. Remember?”

A Cheeky voice came as Wukong jumped from his cloud, taking her basket from her hands.

“Dear. It's fine. It is not that heavy.” She said as she rubbed her round belly.

Ài was about 5 months pregnant, her belly was round and her feet were a bit swollen but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Honestly the pregnancy was a surprise. Wukong was joking about being able to breed her but here they were. Honestly she remembered when she first found out. How she gotten nauseous and sweaty. She went to see a doctor from the monkey clan and well…we already know. Honestly the way everyone reacted when she told was priceless.

Her father? Overjoyed and weeped tears of pure joy and pride as he hugged his daughter

Xiù? Immediately started to cuddle her stomach and lay on her softly, holding her like an egg in a nest

Yìng? Weep and quickly have her sit down. She later learned he ‘accidentally’ hit Wukong in the head with a shovel

Wukong? Laugh at first until he realized she was serious. Then…he immediately grabbed her and cuddled her stomach

It was so nice to see that Wukong had a good reaction to the news. She worried if he didn’t want kids with her. They never really talked about it. They joked about it but still.

“Hey peaches. Here you go.” Wukong voice came, interrupting her thoughts as he held out some sliced peaches to her.

“Thank you Sun.” She was softly as she took the peach slices and ate them.

Well she will enjoy meeting this little peach pit in her.

Wukong smiled but seemed to saddened. “Ài…do you think I would be the best father to our cub?” He asked her softly, rubbing his neck a bit.

“Wukong? Of course you will. Why do you ask that?” Ài asked, looking surprised as she finished her slices, looking surprised and confused.

“It just…I ain’t really the best guy there is. The amount of trouble I caused, my selfish behavior, my well…tendencies.” Wukong chuckled nervously as he remembered some of his not so good moments.

“Wukong love.” Ài said as she softly leaned his head in her chest, holding his head softly. “You aren’t the best person that is for sure. You changed, you learned. You remember every single one of your monkeys names, their birthday. You are basically everyone father or grandfather. You cherish your monkeys so much that you actually planned to go to war on heaven for burning it and killing half of your subjects.” She said softly as she rubbed his ears, hearing him purr.

“You also cared for the monk and your brothers on the journey for the scriptures even when you got kicked out, angry or had that headache spell on you activated. You still saved them and made sure they were safe. You even rejected the title of the victorious fighting Buddha just to stay with your monkeys.” She said as she scratched his chin and felt him thump his tail softly on her leg.

She smiled as she kissed his head. “Remembered when you saved me from that demon when he kidnapped me? We weren’t even mates and you still came to save me, letting your hand burn from removing the talisman that bonded my powers and you…held me as I cried.” Ài voice seemed to waver a bit at the memory, the dread and terror coming back temporarily before she pushed it aside.

“You aren’t perfect but you are a gold heart monkey. You may be made of stone but under that is gold that shines through the cracks at time.” She said as gently made him look up at her. “You will be the best father for our cub. The best. You will cherish our cub. You will be the best father cause you will love, protect and guide this cub in life.” Ài said softly.

Wukong burnt ginger fur turned a bit red due to the blush as he nuzzled in her, purring a bit as he cradled her stomach. “Thank you Ài.” He said softly as he rubbed her stomach.

“Thank you Wukong.” She said softly as she kissed his head, holding him closer as the baby kicked, making Wukong nuzzle in her more.

The king and queen smiled, softly content in there growing family as the peach pits grew in the queen.

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

I'm so down bad for Gwayne Hightower yet absolutely cannot allow myself to write a purely Gwayne centric fic until I have at least part one of my Lancewain (Gawain The Green Knight x Lancelot The Weeping Monk) fic that I mayhaps have written him in as an OC... whoops.

You tell me these two wouldn't immediately hate each other.

And Lancelot would probably find that quietly amusing...

[violetvapours]

@lokiinmediasideblog Whump is always good. That's amazing Loki inspired you to start writing!

My pattern is 4 Lokis and a Squirrel; in medias res, protagonist usually talking, walking, or dying:

'When do we start?'

- Spellbreaker (Insomniac!Loki x Bedwarmer!Sigyn)

Loki sat slyly surveying the band of freaks assembled in the bizarre airship on which he was held hostage.

- Blood Of A God (Scepter!Loki x Vampire!Sigyn)

Loki returned from Muspelheim over his brother's shoulder, his blood darkening Thor's cape to a deeper shade of crimson.

- Sanguine (King!Loki x Bloodwitch!Sigyn)

Loki prowled the crowded decks of the Statesman, his roving gaze narrowed in search of his wife.

- Queen Takes King (Bratty Sub Loki x Switch Sigyn)

Loki strode the length of the great hall at a leisurely stroll, jaw sharp with a determined smirk as he watched the shockwave that rippled along the rows of noble faces to the two stunned gods crowning the dais.

- Infinite Fidelity (Variant!Loki x Villain!Sigyn)

'- He is not a Paladin, they tried to kill him! He's Fey, his name is Lancelot and he saved me! You have to help him!'

- Altar In Ashes (The Weeping Monk x Fey Healer!OC)

Not sure who'd like to be tagged anymore so open tags to writer moots 💜

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Lol. There IS a pattern! My fics usually start with someone experiencing discomfort, either mental or physical. I also typically use short choppy sentences to begin fics.

Thanks for tagging me @your-dark-thor

I only have 5 fics. Lol. Posted from oldest to newest.

Repeat Offender (dark!Lokius)-First fic I've ever written. It's "ID: L-1130" because I start with a pretend intake form. After the "intake form" it's : "After his brief attempt to elope with the other variant, L-1130 remained uncooperative and provided no information regarding the rogue variant’s whereabouts despite multiple rounds of kicks to the groin, courtesy of the Lady Sif."

Electric Eye (Gen)-"Heimdall closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his ear ducts."

Ambrosia (Lokius (mostly), minor Sylki)-"His thoughts were too noisy. "

Would You Still Love Me, Anyway? (Sylki AU)-"For as long as he could remember, Loki coveted."

Scorchmarks (Gen)-"Loki’s skull throbbed and his eyes felt dry no matter how much he closed them. "

No pressure tags @nostalgia-tblr @queen-of-meows @pennie-dreadful @sylvies-kablooie @bisexual-panic @theneonghosts @tyrannuspitch @violetvapours

[captainbucky-yt]

"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)

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

Exert:

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.”

[theweepingwitch]

Road to Avalon - Ch1 Caught

This is a quick boring ch, the first couple are episode rewrites essentially, it feels a bit rushed, but gotta get through this to get to the good stuff. i saw a few people liked the prologue, so if you’re reading, I'm sorry it took so long lol

*This is a reader insert, but you’re referred to as Lianna because of the healers oath. The name just means healer*

Rating: M, but this ch not really

Warnings: fighting, violence, death

Chapter 1 - Caught

“THE GREEN KNIGHT!” You looked up from your table. Out the window you saw a Tusk teen running through the paths as he did whenever Gawain returned to Nemos. Your friend and fellow Lianna came up beside you to see what was going on.

“I wonder if we are needed.” She asked. You sighed.

“We usually are.” You wiped your hands on your apron, turning to the room. It was large for the space Nemos had. It served as both your home and a hospital of sorts for the refugees fleeing the Red Paladins. Cots lined the walls, though thankfully few were occupied. A small hearth lay in a pit in the middle of the room, a small pot of healing potion on the boil.

“Lianna!” you heard a voice call from outside. It was the Moonwing Elder. You rushed to the door, surprised to see her, but the now panicked muttering of the people told you something was wrong.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Paladins.” She said, slightly out of breath. Your heart dropped.

“They found us?” the elder nodded.

“Gather the sick, we’re going to the ships.” she said. You nodded, rushing back to the other Lianna. She had a worried look on her face.

“We’re leaving, grab what you can. I’ll get some help to move those who can’t walk.” you said. She nodded, and you put a comforting hand on her arm.

“Fear not, the Hidden will protect us.” you said, trying to sound more confident than you were. She nodded again and rushed off to pack. You went back to your work table, and grabbed the bag you had packed beneath it. Hurriedly, you shoved some last minute things inside, and you rushed out the door.

Fear had taken hold now, people were running, children clung to their guardians, and warriors readied for battle. You made your way through the crowd until you reached the Tusks, strongest of the fey. They nodded briefly in acknowledgement, but continued to ready themselves.

“I need four strong of you to help with the sick.” you said over the din. The Tusks looked among themselves and soon four volunteers came forward, three men and a woman. You nodded in appreciation.

“Come, quickly now!” They rushed off to their destination. Being a Lianna did come with some small role of authority among the fey, no matter the race. Task complete, you wove your way back to the healing room.

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The next hours passed in a blur, but everyone had managed to get out in time. As you walked along the caravan of fey, whispers began to go around.

“They want to take Gramaire.” the other Lianna said. You looked at her, surprised.

“Are you sure? That’s a well guarded town.” you said. She shrugged.

“With the Red Spear on our side who knows what can happen.”

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To your surprise, and overall relief, the fey did manage to take Gramaire. You hadn’t thought much of Nimue as a leader, but she had surprised you. Her use of the Sword of Power was clumsy, her abilities not strong enough to wield its power. But you knew she meant to take it to Merlin, so you said nothing.

You had only heard of the fighting, as you remained hidden deep in the woods with the injured. Gawain assured you he would be back to get you, and he had.

There was an infirmary in the town, which you and the other Lianna now occupied. There were two nuns in the back room, but they cowered in the corner as you entered. You raised your hands, showing you meant no harm.

“Sisters, I am a healer, like you. We only wish for a brief sanctuary while we wait to leave this land.” you said. The nuns looked at eachother.

“You are a witch!” one managed to get out. You sighed.

“You may believe what you wish. But know that I and the other fey will not harm you.” you said. Your words seemed to have little effect, not that you were surprised. You pointed to the empty cots in the room.

“We have wounded, we will tend to them here.” You didn’t give them any choice. It half-pained, half-annoyed you to have to be forceful but it was necessary. As if on cue, the Tusks came barreling through the door with wounded in tow. They placed them on the cots, and you got to work. The nuns watched as you pulled bottles and supplies from your bag. One simply couldn’t stand the sight of such “EVIL!” and fled. The other stood frozen in place. You turned to her.

“Your saviour sat with the whores and lepers, and fed them and healed them. Are you not a follower of your god? Will you stand by and watch as people suffer?” you asked her. She stared at you, slowly shaking her head. You motioned for her to join you.

“Then come and I shall show you.” the nun stepped forward cautiously, and knelt down beside you. You turned your attention to the blond raider. You gently put two fingers on his forehead, and prayed.

“Hidden, show what is broken, torn, and bruised. Show me disease, and guide me to health.” You closed your eyes and felt the bands on your arms pulse with power. Slowly, whispers filled your ears, telling you what needed to be done. But then the whispers were quiet, and the voice of the widow came to you.

“I am for him, go tend to others that are not past saving.” You opened your eyes, pulling your hand away. A commotion at the door caught your attention, and Pym came crying into the room.

“Dof! Oh no, no, no.” she cried, falling to the man’s side. You put a hand on hers, shaking your head. Pym’s face contorted in sobs, laying over her lovers dying form. You looked at the nun and nodded to the door. The two of you rose, and left quietly. In the corner of the room, the black veiled Widow watched. You nodded briefly to her, and moved to tend another patient.

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Gramaire had been under fey control for several days now. The wounded were healing quickly, and the nun had become an enthusiastic student. Nimue had taken the throne from Sir Ector, even if only for a few days. Despite this, the people of the town and the fey came to an uneasy truce. The Red Paladins had been vicious occupiers, while the Fey were peaceful, even helpful, but more importantly, you were leaving.

You were sitting outside the infirmary drinking tea on the 3rd day when you saw Gawain approaching. He came to a stop before you and bowed slightly. You nodded back in greeting.

“What can I do for you, Green Knight?” you asked. He shifted slightly, looking concerned.

“There are caravans of fey missing in the woods. Smugglers bringing fey up to the ships have not arrived as they should. I’m going to investigate, and I think having a healer along may be beneficial.” he said. You took a deep breath. While the council had sent you here, it was to do your work, not going out on scouting missions. Gawain seemed to sense your hesitancy.

“The boy Squirrel is coming along if that makes you feel better.” he said. You smiled, looking behind Gawain to see young Percival practically jumping with excitement.

“He idolizes you.” you observed. Gawain looked back at the boy, smiling.

“I can only hope to be worthy of it.”

“Of course you are, Green Knight.” you said with a wink. You stood and went inside to grab your bag, and your short sword, just in case. The other Lianna was seated by a patient, explaining something to the nun. You went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you, eyeing the weapon on your back.

“Lianna, I’m going with the Green Knight. I will return by tonight.” you said to your fellow oath taker. She nodded, but looked concerned.

“Be safe.”

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You knelt beside the body of a fey woman, putting a hand on her wrist.

“They’re gone, Lianna.” Gawain’s voice came up from behind you. You sighed, and got to your feet.

“We will pray for them.” you said. You looked around at the surrounding trees.

“Do you think any made it into the woods?” you asked. Gawain drew his sword, but shook his head.

“Unlikely, but we should check to be sure.” he said. You drew your weapon as well.

“We can split up, cover more ground. But do not stray too far, the paladins may still be here.” you said. Gawain bowed, and set off to the north, and Squirrel to the east. You headed west, using your senses to find life. Only a few minutes had passed when you heard Gawain shout. You spun your head in the direction of his voice, and heard the clash of swords. Your hunch had been right, someone had stayed behind. You ran towards the fighting, and gasped as you saw the Weeping Monk attacking Gawain. You stood frozen, watching the two spin around each other at high speeds. For a moment, the monk was knocked down, and you saw Gawain hesitate. To your horror, the monk took the moment to plunge his blade deep into Gawain’s side. You watched as he fell to the ground.

“No!” You shouted. The Monk’s head snapped to you, surprise on his face. You brandished your sword, and charged at him. He deflected you easily, tripping you so you hit the ground hard. Your sword tumbled away from you, and his heavy boot landed on your back. You felt the wind get knocked out of you.

“Leave her! She is of no use to you!” Gawain tried to yell, but the stab wound made his voice crack. The monk took his foot from your back and pulled you to your feet by the hair. He put his sword up to your neck as you gasped for air.

“Then tell me, why would you bow to her? This isn’t the Wolf Blood Witch.” he said quietly. You realized that this must have been a trap all along, the monk had been watching the whole time. The monk pointed his blade down to Gawain.

“They want you alive, Green Knight. And you,” he looked at the Lianna bands on your arms.

“are an extra gift for Father.”

[lahnistersden]

randvi + lancelot

In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill.

tag list: @ochub @ocappreciationtag​ @anotherunreadblog @eddysocs @notanannoyingfangirl @raith-way @johnbolton - want to be added? pm me!

[dramatic-aspirant-writer]

L'Appel du Vide

In a time when the flames of the Catholic Church feast on the flesh of an uncountable number of innocents, salvation is a weapon. Fire purifies everything he tells himself surrounded by his red brothers, red like the Fey blood they spill everyday. But water can wash away everything, even an entire civilization. He is driven by a fear he calls faith. She kills for revenge and calls it justice

Hello, if someone is still reading this I'm really sorry for the really late update, this three months have been crazy and I was busy with uni. As always I apologize for my English, it's not my native language so I probably do a lot of mistakes that I don't notice. Also this story is inspired by The Old Guard, yes immortality.

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Chapter one: A wind ancient as time.

The cold water of the ocean. A field of perfectly green grass. The warm colors of the leaves and a forgotten Fey village celebrating Samhain. An abandoned tower made of dark, moss covered stones.

There were plenty of calm memories in her most recent past, she wanted to remember the last place she had called home the way it was before the Paladins destroyed it, a drop of civilization in a sea of wilderness. It was difficult.

She used to like the smell of burned wood before, it reminded her of a home too far away in time for her to recall it clearly, the deformed faces of the villagers burning with the wood were a fresher memory.

She never got used to abandon her numerous lifetimes, not after a century, not even after two. It was devastating, everything that concerned life was. Death was something easier to understand and yet the living had created a million of different ways to explain the ending of life and even if she didn't believe in Hell she was ready to give to the Paladins a taste of their most terrible fear.

After the attack at the village she hid in the water and the Mer people protected her like many other times before, they took her to the most impervious part of the cliffs were she always kept a boat ready. Humans and Fey had long forgotten about the existence of the Mer folk, their numerous legends about beautiful mermaids who liked to drown sailors were far from the actual reality.

Her departure was not like she had imagined it, usually the mortals hunted her out of their lifes after a while, she never blamed them for the fear of those incapable to succumb to the insults of time. It was just natural survival instinct to reject her at some point.

While traveling in the water with the help of the spirits of those who died in the ocean she felt safe, they had guided and protected her for most of her life.

It was rude to observe the others hidden by the illusions of her ghosts, a habit she had developed during her long years of solitude; but it was always fun to watch them when their masks were lowered and all their thoughts and desires were clearly visible in the surface.

She knew too well that the King’s druid was a man of immense power who had walked through more centuries than any others, so his clumsy attempts to do magic were amusing her. She had suspected that he had lost his powers for years but seeing that the rumors were a reality made her upset, many lifetimes ago Merlin had been the one who taught her how to use hers, before meeting him she didn't have any concept of magic.

The first time they met she was still at the beginning of her immortal existence. The merchant ship she was traveling on as a healer was stuck in the port of Alexandria for some reparations after a particularly violent storm. The ship belonged to a wealthy merchant from the city of Parthenope and it was directed to Costantinopolis with a load of ceramics. She had no intention to leave Alexandria on the ship she arrived with.

Merlin was not the traveling companion she had hoped for the times she had dreamed about finding other immortals during her constant wanderings around the Mediterranean sea, after some time he settled as the personal wizard of an emperor and she decided to finally go on her own path.

With a sigh she ordered to the drowned souls that were hiding her to leave.

The cup that Merlin was holding fell on the ground with a loud clash.

-By the unholy Gods, Merlin, I leave you alone for a couple of decades and you become the loyal dog of a king again- she said dramatically with the shadow of a smile on her face.

[american-satanxx]

All the King’s Men//The Weeping Monk ch. 1

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I watch from afar as my uncle talks to men in red robes. I watch as they get into a heated argument. I watch as my uncle practically begs them for something. I watch as my uncle pleas with them to take me.

“I can’t believe your uncle is going to basically toss you to the Red Paladins.” Alice, my lady-in-waiting, states as she comes up behind me. “He’s tossing you to the enemies.”

“He’s doing what he thinks is right.” I sigh. “Even if it means throwing his only niece into the lions den.”

“I wonder if he’s doing this because you’re next in line for the throne and not him.” She muses. “He has to know about your nightly activities at this point. And he must know there is no way he’ll be king with you still around.”

“I’ve been careful not to tip people off.” I state. “He has no idea what I do at night. You are the only one that does, as well as Mister Danvers.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.” She simply states. “Especially if you think you’ll be able to continue while under the protection of the Red Paladins.”

“I think I might just be able to continue while under their protection.” A smirk appears on my lips. “I’ll be able to get inside knowledge. I’ll be able to dismantle them from the inside. I’ll be able to help the Feys so much more from the inside.”

“And that’ll result in your death.” Alice harshly whispers. “Do you want to end up like your parents? Plans like this is how you met our maker.”

“Alice, will you stop worrying?” I ask her, my smirk never faltering. “It’ll take a little more than a bunch of assholes in red dresses to take down me and the resistance. I promise you this. I’ll be careful. But I’m not going to let them win; not without a fight.”

“How are you going to get in touch with Gawain if you’re under constant watch?” She questions. “With the murderer of your parents still at large, you’re gonna be on constant watch.”

“This is where you come in, my darling lady-in-waiting.” I simply smile, causing the tiny blonde in front of me to grown. “You can do this Alice. With an angelic face likes yours, they’ll never suspect you of betraying them.”

“And if they do?”

“They’ll regret the day they messed with me and anyone in my court.”

“You’re going to get us killed one of these days, Kalypso.” Alice groans.

I just chuckle. “Not in this lifetime, darling…”

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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.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Fem!Oc : From Hunter To Prey

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Story Summary: Father Carden accepted a Huntress to aid in the mission. Her favorite pastime is irritating the Weeping Monk. One evening, they both push past the limit of their quarreling.

Notes: Please note, this is a spicy one-shot. 🌶️ 🌶️ Also, I need to think of a better summary for this :S

Warnings: Frenemies to competitive lovers lol?. Unprotected sex. Strong Language. Slight Dub/con at first(?). Consensual.

Word count: 3,9K

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These past few days had been nothing but obstacles and trouble. The task Father had given him had proven more difficult than he had expected. It was a failure, and to know that Father had entrusted another with the task because of it was humiliating.

The Huntress, Annora, had been given the task. The golden haired woman had been raising in ranks rather quickly since Father had chosen her to join the mission. And since that day, there had not been a single moment where this woman did not make a mockery of him. Tasks that normally would go to him, were now entrusted to her. She succeeded when he failed, she had Father’s unwavering attention and not a bad word was spoken off her among the paladins. Some of it because of her talents in battle, some of it because of her appearance. The Huntress, much like himself, stood out between the Red Paladins. Her wavy golden hair always tied up, otherwise it would run far past her shoulders and hinder her in a fight.

Those sharp eyes of her had searched the paladin camp for Father Carden, and she spotted him standing at the side of the Weeping Monk. The Huntress approached, it wasn’t necessary to wait long, Father Carden put his attention to her immediately. The Monk’s jaw tensed just enough for her to notice. She was not taller than his shoulder, he towered over her, but the determination in her eyes could bring down anyone faced with them.

“Our talented Huntress returns victorious again. This, my son, is what I ask.” Father told him.

Annora’s mouth curved into that smile that she knew the Weeping Monk hated. Oh, how amusing it was to see the Monk look at her with a bitter expression. It made her day.

“Yes, Father.” He answered, knowing very well that it was meant to point out his recent failures in catching the Wolf Blood With again without having it be said.

She was beaming with pride, a thorn to his eyes.

Father Carden put his hands on her shoulders, proud of the woman. “Rest well tonight, my dear Annora. Tomorrow you will receive your next task.”

“Yes, Father.” She politely tilted her head.

A paladin called out for Father Carden and the priest went to see what he wanted.

Annora looked up at the Monk. “You must be glad that I undid your mistake today.”

He had forgotten about a mill still storing flour. A group of Feys had stolen all of it. The Huntress had seen this happen and these Fey had not gotten far.

His jaw tensed even more, he was swirling the protests in his mouth to prevent them from being spoken.

“The plan was to starve the enemy. Have you forgotten?” She sounded far too sweet while rubbing it in his face.

Annora knew that he despised her, he dismissed her presence unlike the paladins. He avoided her like she was the plague running through the camp. Months had passed and the Monk’s envy for her achievements had only grown.

He clenched his jaw. “I have not.”

That coy smile danced on her lips, “Are you sure? I could ask Father Carden to remind you of the importance of it.”

He turned to her, staring her down, gritting out through his teeth. “Do not play your childish games with me, Annora. I know my duty, mind your own.”

Not even his icy tone could wipe that arrogant smile off her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the Monk turned and walked away from her.

“Do not be so sensitive, my Weeping Monk. I was merely joking.” She called out after him, embarrassing him in front of the paladins.

He shook his head, continued on his path, and refused to listen to her mockery.

Later that night Annora found her favorite target just outside the paladin camp. The Monk seemed rather calm tonight, he was looking down at a small map in his hands.

She walked over to ruin his peaceful evening, “Studying the maps in the hope to prevent further mistakes?”

He let out a loud obnoxious sigh, and rolled the map up again. “Is there something important you wish to discuss, Annora?”

“No.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Or maybe… yes. I wonder why you have been performing so terribly as of late?”

He pressed his eyes and mouth shut.

She circled around him, intruding his personal space with, like a feline would. “I might begin to suspect that you are leading the paladins to those Fey camps too late on purpose. Is that what is happening?”

His tone was as sharp as cold steel, “What are you insinuating?”

She feigned a pout, her voice soft, “Is our Weeping Monk growing weak?”

He cast his eyes to the trees, clearly bothered by her.

Annora faced him, sounding more serious now. “I don’t want to have to keep fixing your mistakes. I expect better from you, I know you, you aren’t usually this…” She gestured to him, “Distracted.”

For the first time he looked down at her face, just for a second, and only because he heard some genuine concern underneath the rudeness.

He did not appreciate her derogative comment. “Your disappointment is not my concern. I only answer to Father. And as I recall, I still outrank you.”

Annora hated to hear him remind her of it. “Only because you happen to be a man! If I were born different, Father would have made me his second in command, not you!”

The Monk smirked, oddly amused to see her get angry.

It made her all the more furious, that feigned sweet smile was gone, “Soon Father will see who is truly capable of leading the paladins!”

His tone grew as venomous as hers, “You? How? Will you whisper your commands in their ears to make them listen to you?”

Annora was insulted by the blatant mockery and what he was insinuating. She gave him a shove, he barely moved. The Monk took a step back and started to leave, before this could spiral downwards further than it already had. He made the mistake of losing sight of his surroundings and pushed a branch out of the way when he wanted to storm off. A branch of an Ash tree…

The control he had over his body was slipping away, and to his dismay he felt his Fey markings rise to the surface of his skin far too fast to stop it. One look in her eyes told that she had seen them form on the back of his hands, her eyes were trained to notice these things. He had sealed his fate with this.

Annora’s eyes widened, shocked to learn that the Weeping Monk was Fey himself.

“You’re Fey.” She stated if firmly.

His jaw tensed at the tone, he knew that the line of ally to enemy had been crossed.

“Does Father know?” She demanded an answer.

The answer was quiet. “Yes.”

Annora got closer, much closer, invading his space once more.

“Why should I not kill you where you stand?” Her voice never changed, it remained light and almost sweet, it made her all the more dangerous to unsuspecting targets.

A wicked smile danced on her lips so temptingly that she saw him look down at them, “Or are you going to kill me, my Weeping Brother?”

He rolled his jaw, seeing the challenging way her eyes were glancing up at him, that coy smile on those plump lips.

“I’ll keep your secret.” She boldly brushed her palm over his chest up to his shoulder. “I will enjoy reminding you of the power I hold over you now.”

He glared down at her and took a step away. “I will not be your toy, Annora! You hold no power over me.”

Her hand dropped away. “I was only joking. I suppose Father finds your skill more important than your treacherous heritage.”

The Monk held her gaze, staring her down. “Have you forgotten, when you first joined our mission, who it was that made certain you were not butchered during the cleansings?”

Annora forced her eyes away, crossing her arms over her chest. It was true, she had not been prepared for how chaotic it could be when half a battlefield was on fire and the rest of it was filled with people fighting for their lives.

She took a step away, “Are you asking for my gratitude for doing your duty? For doing what was expected from you?” Annora scoffed, and looked at him condescending.

It did not come as a surprise that she would act ungrateful.

He turned away from her. “I want nothing from you. Not even gratitude.”

She was almost stunned to hear him speak to her in the same tone. Annora watched the Monk walk away from her, leaving her among the trees as he returned to the cluster of tents.

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The next day, Father had made the decision to return to the monastery to better plan the course of the mission. It was hours upon hours of Father speaking with other priests, standing over countless maps that were acquired by both the Monk and the Huntress.

And then, early in the evening, Father had decided to choose Annora for an important task, a task he would have given to his most trusted Monk had she not been there.

Father’s trust in him was wavering. His own faith was wavering. And now this. Of course the Huntress flaunted with Father’s trust in her capabilities. Especially because Father has given her the task whilst he was standing right beside them. An objection had come from him, one that was met with Father’s cold glare, it had silenced him immediately

Now the Monk was standing outside the monastery, whilst his Brothers slept, because he could not calm his mind enough to let it rest. Perhaps some cool night air would calm the envy, soothing it until it was nothing more than disappointment in himself again.

“What are you doing out here?” The disapproving voice of Annora rang from behind him.

He shut his eyes and sighed. “Standing.”

She got right into his view, and leaned against the wall of the monastery, “I can see that. But why?”

It came out cold, and far less polite than he often forced himself to be. “Do you have no one else to bother, Annora?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “Everyone else here loves my company, it wouldn’t be bothering them.”

Annora leaned a little closer, grinning at him, her tone constantly bordering on how one would speak to an infant. “Come now, did I make you angry?”

He tried so hard not to roll his eyes, but they still betrayed his irritation.

The way she was leaning was almost playful, “Is this about me being given that task instead of you?”

“No.” He lied.

“No?” She echoed. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re angry that a woman is succeeding where you are failing.”

He drew a deep breath, and told her. “This has nothing to do with you being a woman, Annora.”

“I see.” Annora pushed her back against the wall, breathing in deeply. One might be tricked into thinking she was moving sensually on purpose, “You are just jealous because Father knows I serve this mission better than you ever could.”

He wondered how he had the patience to be around this woman on a daily basis. “Your haughtiness will be your downfall in battle one day, Annora.”

She sounded terribly condescending. “Oh, you wish. I will outlive you, my Weeping Brother. Run along now. Go be a good boy and fetch us the Wolf Blood Witch.”

His palm slammed loud against the wall just next to her before she could walk past the spot, it stayed there, blocking her from just walking away after that.

Annora arched her brow, then a soft chuckle came. “What? Did I hurt your feelings?”

She roughly pushed his arm out of her way. He responded in a way he never thought he would.

The Monk had grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back against the wall. The otherwise mouthy, brazen woman had a hint of fear in her eyes. A rare thing for her and a rare sight for him. Something in his own eyes changed upon seeing it.

Her she was, constantly provoking him. And now she had the look in her eyes that he had seen in others hundreds of times before. Why did it bother him to see it in hers?

Annoralet out a shocked sound when he suddenly grabbed her throat and harshly kissed her. He was loaded with all the disrespect she had shown. She hated him. She hated how good it felt. She hated that she wanted him to do more.

Annora tried to act reluctant, even when she opened her mouth for him and began to reciprocate. Then she pushed him off, at least she tried, but the shove barely got him an inch away.

“How dare you!” She sneered.

He looked back at her, unimpressed by her response.

He had felt her react and reciprocate, she was as guilty as he was. Father’s perfect little Huntress was flawed after all.

Annora glared at him, until her aroused state won from her pride. She pulled him back in and pressed her lips to his just as harshly as he had done to her. Even now she tried to get the upper-hand, to be the one in control.

He would not let her, she was kept against that wall by him no matter how much she tried to gain control over him. And for the first time since he met her, she yielded to him.

“Good girl.” He remembered how she had disrespected him earlier, and used the same sort of language on her.

She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth after her own had beckoned for his. His hand went under her shirt and groped her breast. The cold of his hand caused her to try and squirm away from it, but soon her need for him grew stronger and his hand warmed by touching her.

“Such a good girl…” He purred the praise into her ear.

He was growing hard at the feeling of her becoming so pliable in his hands. The icy huntress who had spend her days tormenting him, was now letting him take control over her.

His hand sank down between her legs, cupping her through the fabric of her trousers as he let the bottom of his palm rub against her. She had felt his cock poke her against the thigh.

“If you intend to stick your cock in me, hurry up before you bore me again.” Annora told him with that usual demanding, condescending tone he hated.

His hands flew to her hips, turned her, and pushed her front against the wall. “I will.”

She never thought he would actually do it. He pulled her trousers down to her knees. The sudden cold chill against her legs was torment. The cold was forgotten when she felt him sink two fingers into her. A surprised yelp forced it’s way out of her. The sound of her wetness as he pumped them into her made embarrassment hit.

The Monk leaned in close to tell her, “This does not sound like I bore you as you claim.”

She swallowed her pride, to desperate for the feeling of being filled. He was more generous than she anticipated, she believed he was determined to show her why she was wrong to disrespect a man who could bring her pleasure. He worked her so much that she got dangerously close to her release. The Monk must have sensed it, because he withdrew his fingers and began to undo the cords of his trousers.

He sucked at the skin of her neck and ground himself up against her rear a bit, “Still want me?”

She had lost her maidenhead long before she met him, and it had been too long since she had felt filled. “I want your cock. Not you.”

“Good.” He replied almost coldly to her.

He pushed her legs apart with his leg and inserted himself to the hilt right away. A curse flew out of her, she hated how he could surprise her in this. He was more merciful when he began to thrust, his hips rolled against her slowly. She bit back her moans, biting her lip until it was too painful to keep doing so. He did not bother to hide his vocal responses from her.

He was not rough like others before him had been with her, there was a patience with which he moved that stunned her. Her rear was being caressed much like a lover would do, it worked terribly confusing on her. Was it so bad to pretend for just one moment in time that he wasn’t someone she loved to anger everyday? To play the act of lover instead of fighter?

Annora leaned into him, taking the hand he had held on her hip and using it to move his arm around her instead.

His nose touched her ear, he heard how she had begun to moan differently. Longingly. She was as close as she could get to him, moving her hips along with his.

“Lancelot…” She moaned the name she had always been too stubborn to speak.

In return he gave all of him to her, thrusting deep and holding her hips still for just a moment to let her feel it well. Then he didn’t thrust for a moment, but moved his hips a little.

“Fuck…” She quietly slammed her hand against the wall, he filled her far too well.

He began to roll his hips again, hearing how her wetness sounded every time he thrusted into her. She shameless pushed herself back into him, too impatient to let him thrust with long strokes anymore. He matched her impatience and quickened his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the air and burdened it with the sin. She bend forward just a little, causing him to hit just the right spot. She was scratching her nails into the wall, whimpering for release. He put a hand on her back, keeping her as she was now that the pressure in his groin was close to unwind. She heard him quietly curse and felt him lose the restrained he had shown. She did not complain when he bucked into her faster, chasing his own pleasure, it hit her just right.

“Keep going. Just like that.” She couldn’t manage to sound commanding, it came out like begging.

He stroked along her back, quietly praising her, “My beautiful Annora…”

She didn’t protest when he spoke of her possessively whilst he was fucking her so good. It worked to arouse her further, something he had undoubtedly noticed because his praising continued.

“You are not so cold between your legs, as you are to me otherwise.” He dragged his hand along her back, then caught a handful of her hair and pulled her close again, his teeth grazed her ear, “My good, good girl.”

Her release hit her like thunder, she quaked on her legs and he slowed his thrusts to keep her on her feet. The slow strokes of him made her cry as it increased the feeling that had taken hold on her. He fucked her through her release patiently slow, and when she had her hands on the wall to recover, he quickened again.

She knew he was close and offered him the answer to a question he might be asking himself, “Just keep going… don’t retreat.”

She swallowed the ‘please’.

The Huntress was asking him to spill his seed into her? It got him so close to the edge that he cared not for the repercussions that could follow.

She gave him the first bit of praise he must have heard in weeks, “You’re doing so good…”

He bucked into her fully, once, twice…

She felt him swell inside of her, and pushed her pride aside to offer him some more, “You deserve this.”

He throbbed and spilled, feeling how his seed shot into her. She felt the hot liquid enter her quickly and gasped at the amount he gave her.

He kept her still, letting her receive it all and relishing in the feeling it gave him to know that she had wanted him to give it to her.

They both were quiet for a moment as they regained their breaths. Annora let out a small noise when he withdrew himself from her and hid himself back into his trousers. She shut her legs, already feeling his seed starting to slowly run down from her. The Monk reached down and moved her trousers back up. She said nothing while she closed them with the cords again. Neither really knew what to say after the mutually committed sin. She batted her eyes at him, finally her voice broke through the silence.

“I was wondering when you’d finally realize you like me more than you think you do.” She sounded quite proud.

He looked off to the side, cheeks still flushed down to his neck.

Her arrogance returned. “You’d better not speak of this to anyone.”

His eyes returned to her, “You believe I would be so disrespectful?”

Annora blinked twice, taken aback by his respectful approach to this. “I never thought you would be so considerate about this.”

He spoke of it in a calm manner. “It is not my fault that you have always refused to learn who I am as a person.”

She nodded, a rare thing for her to admit that she had been prejudiced towards him. “Would you believe me if I said that I want to learn?”

The Monk looked at her in silence for a moment, studying her eyes, then nodded. “I believe it.” The hint of a smile presented itself. “I no longer bore you?”

She nearly scoffed, but her coy smile curved her lips. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He was trying not to smile.

Annora curled her fingers around the leather straps of his cloak, and stood on the tips of her toes to peck his lips. “It’s much better to like me, than to hate me. Is it not?”

That seductive tone slithered into his ears. “I never said I liked-”

“Don’t…” She stopped him from denying it, and realized that she did hope that he actually liked her.

He fell quiet immediately when he saw her smile vanish, her eyes were filled with sincerity. She took a step back, turning her head to look at the trees.

The Monk reached out for her, touching her chin and making her look at him. “You make it difficult for me to like your company, but it is even harder to go without it.”

The admission made her look at him. “I suppose that is fair.” Her smile returned. “Maybe I will make it less difficult for you from now on. Perhaps it will make you feel more inclined to seek my company.”

By the look in his eyes, she knew that he understood what she was offering. He cleared his throat.

“We shall see.” He said.

She smiled at him a little suggestive.

And after they had made themselves presentable again, they headed back into the monastery.

The Huntress remained arrogant towards him, but he did not mind. Because he often reminded her of what he had to offer in return for her yielding to him.

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Survivor: chapter one ❥ runaway

Authors Note I finally finished chapter one! I did not proofread this yet but if i made any mistakes/if you have advise for me i’d love to hear it! This is quite a short chapter im sorry for that, i hope you’ll enjoy it though <3

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Ache was felt, heavy pain in the lungs. The footsteps retrieving from the balcony and a groan in annoyance is what she heard with her sharp ears. Once she was sure that the coast was safe and no one was glaring daggers in her back she rose up to the surface. As soon as her head left the embrace of the cold water she gasped for air, the air seemed even fresher than before. It must be because of the lack of oxygen.

Amberle grabbed onto the side of the river, getting a hold onto the dirt and the roots before climbing up. She brushed her long, dark hair out of her face and started running. Dodging the thick and small tress in her way. Her family had prepared for when the paladins would come and try to kill them all. Yet their own plan got them killed, and most likely her sibling too. There was no way that her little brother would’ve survived. But there was no time to think about them now, she could grieve them later.

Amberle suddenly stopped running, her eyes scanning for the familiar round stone. Once she saw it, her eyes widened. Not because of happiness. No, it was because of shock.

The stone who always shone brightly, now looked like a regular stone. It looked like a regular stone just like other stones. The spiral engraved in the middle of the stone looked darker, like someone carved it.

Amberle quietly made her way over to the stone and knelt down. The tips of her fingers gently touched it, “I’m sorry this happened to you,” she whispered, as if the stone was her best friend. The sound of a brance that broke startled Amberle. She quickly got up and continued on her journey, it was no doubt that her escape plan was killed too.

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“Father Carden,” The deep voice of the weeping monk made Father Carden turn around. He gently nodded in approval so that he would continue. “One escaped, a girl. She jumped into the river and she certainly can’t have gone far,” He explained. “I will send out men to capture her, bring her back here. That family is special, she can not get killed.” Father Carden replied and wanted to make his way over to scouts but Lancelot stopped him.

 “No father, let me. With all respect father. Your men are bloodthirsty, they will kill her on sight and forget your orders.” Lancelot spoke softly how he usually did, with little to no emotion but with pride. “Very well,” and with that, the weeping monk left. He got on his horse and rode off to where he sensed her.

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It turned out Amberle was wrong, her escape was still alive but the other were not. The white horse stood in the lush green grass, eating. He was already tacked up with Saddlebags and all. When she found him she was grateful. Amberle took was she needed from a covered hole in the tall grass and put it in the saddlebag. She had her own handmade swords ready on her back. And her dagger on her side. Amberle had a dark blue cloak around her body. The hood covered most of her slim face. And her hair covered her pointy ears. Amberle had the front pieces of her hair split into three and twisted them to the back of her head, where they connected.

Now she was making her way to the fey village her family had ties to. Amberle was alone with her thoughts. She remembered being pulled away from her father, into a different section of the castle. She remembered locking eyes with her younger brother Louie, giving him a sign to run. She saw how her mother was ruthlessly killed. And she heard her fathers screams of pain.

The memory made her tear up while she stared at the silverblue mane of her horse. “We have to find Louie girl. I’m sure he is alive, but first we need to get to the sky fey,” Amberle said gently to the horse before signaling for him to gallop. There wasn’t so much daylight left and they still had to travel all the way to the village. 

This was going to be a long night

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

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

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

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

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

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