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“I like you a lot”

Isaac lahey x fem!Reader

TW: Smut, oral (fem receiving), use of pet names, claws, nipple play

+16 read at your own risk. I’m not your mommy A/N: first smut to write + english isn’t my first lang word count: 2.5K

You were at school, leaning against your locker. smiling at and laughing with Stiles, until you caught Isaac glaring at you across the hall, visibly upset.

"alright Stiles I've got to go now, I'll see ya" you walked away after Stiles nodded and walked to Scott, and you made your way to Isaac.

"hey" you flashed him a smile and he blushed. How could he not? he thought you were the most beautiful thing ever.

The beta glanced over Stiles before turning back to you. "hey.." he spoke softly.

"Just tired... I uhh, I’ve got a lot on my mind lately" he said slowly and softly, not wanting to ruin this moment between you two.

You nodded slowly, feeling bad for him. "well you know, you can always talk to me" you said softly, reassuring him that he's got someone by his side.

You watched him closely as he looked at you quietly, and you didn't want to rush him to speak, you knew how sensitive Isaac is. It made him feel pathetic when he opened up to anyone or asked for help, that's what his dad has taught him. That a man is a man, boys don't cry, but Isaac knew you, he loved you, trusted you, and he knew your listen and get him anytime.

"I've just been going back.. thinking about my family" He looked down as his expression softened.

"oh" you whispered softly and placed your hand on the boy's back, rubbing it gently. "I know you've suffered from your dad your whole life, but his death Isn’t your fault".

Isaac flinched, but he didn't move away from you. Even though your gesture was tiny, it felt huge to him, It made him on top of the world. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know... I just-" he paused, unsure if he can keep going or not, but he really counted on you, so he kept going. "I didn't even cry at the funeral and everyone thinks I don't care, that I was wishing the whole time i'd get rid of him, and the problem is.. it's true. I was relieved that he's dead"

"Honey listen to me" you took a step closer, placing both your hands on his shoulder. "your dad used to lock you in a freezer. that night.. that night he hurt you and you ran like any other night, because you didn't know what he would die" you then place your hand on isaac's cheek, caressing it softly "you were just scared, you did nothing wrong"

Isaac paused for a moment and leaned into your touched as he shivered. The relief he felt when his father died was a burden to him, but he knew you were saying the truth so he bit his lip thoughtfully. He wanted to say that your hand felt to right on his skin, but he didn't and rubbed his face with his hand then looked at you hesitantly as he spoke. "I- Iwas scared" his voice trembled as he stammered softly, making you unsure if he meant you to hear him. he slowly smiled at you softly and leaned into your touch again, causing his breath to hitch.

you sighed softly as you try to build up some courage and confidence to ask him to go out with you, but you were too scared that he'd turn you down so you just looked quietly at the ground until you heard a familiar 5 taps on the locker next to you and looked to the direction to see lydia. She must have noticed your flustered face because she tilted her head at Isaac and winked at you. You two have been talking about it and she was eager for you to confess to him, and apparently she was so sure Isaac wouldn't let you down for a reason she wouldn't tell.

you snapped out of my trance as Isaac cleared his throat and looked at the same direction you were just looking at, except there was nobody there.

"sorry about that. I was just wondering if you would want to go home with me? I mean-" You paused and took a deep breath. "why don't you come over and we can just.. relax?" you asked nervously as he just looked at you quietly. "Scott's sneaking out with Allison again and our mom won't be home until ten.. so I was thinking if you'd want to just come over instead of staying alone or with Derek, he could be lame sometimes" I chuckle nervously and put on a fake confident grin.

Isaac stayed quiet for a moment or two, taking in your words, and he thought there was no way he could turn that down, the thought of you and him alone in the house with no distractions. He knew he wanted it but he wasn't sure if you did. if you were just doing him a favour because you felt bad, but he decided to push his paranoia to the side and smiled at you softly with a blush on his cheek, nodding. "I'd like that, if you're okay with it"

"ahh perfect! we are gonna have so much fun! we can watch the notebook too if you want to, or maybe cook or play or just" you pause for a second or two, not wanting to creep Isaac out with your sudden excitement. "we could just.. chill you know?" You looked up at him with a smile.

The two of you walked to your house, as Stiles has already left with his jeep, and while you were walking you felt Isaac's hand brush against yours until he took it in, intertwining your fingers together. you could feel how his hand shakes softly and you knew his stomach was probably flipping, he was a nervous wreck.

You held his hand confidently the way home until you reached it and opened the front door for the two of you. After walking in, you turned to Isaac and smiles. "do you wanna stay in the living room, or go to my room? or we can even cook something!" you asked excitedly.

"Your room...?" He asked hesitantly. Your room was usually off limits, that's where you go to relax on your own, away from the pack. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to be there with you. But part of him knows it won't end at just being in your room. Not that he had a problem but that he was worried from Scott's reaction if he knew Isaac was in his sister's room alone in the house. Scott and Isaac were best friends and Isaac didn't want to risk it, but he still loved you.

you saw the look on isaac's face as he started to look overwhelmed, and more anxious than he was, so you decided to cool it down. "I mean it's okay but if you don't want to that's fine. we can sit in the living room" you shrugged, leaving the decision for him to make as you looked at his eyes.

Isaac nodded slowly, looking at your lips then your eyes. "your room" he said softly and carelessly. He wanted to be with you alone. he didn't care what scott would think, he didn't care what the whole pack would think, he only cared about you and being with you, he wanted you.

you smiled and tilted your head for him to follow you. you walked past Scott's room until you reached your room then you walked to the bed, After taking off your shoes, sitting on the bed, then patting on the space next to you for Isaac to sit on.

Isaac followed you to your room, closing his door behind him. His heart skipped a beat when you asked him to sit next to you and the only thing he could think of is how nervous he is. he looked at you and he thought you look so vulnerable, sitting alone waiting for him to join you, so he took a few steps, trying to regulate his breath before sitting next to you. He was so close and nervous, slowly turning his neck to look at you.

"so.. what would you like to do?" you asked softly, trying to make sure he's not uncomfortable.

Isaac looked at you and for the first time he has walked in the room, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to kiss you and see what happened but he didn't want to make you pressured, and he didn't want to risk kissing Scott's sister, he was the leader of the pack, so he let the silence between you linger before he decided to break the ice.

"can I be honest with you?" he stressed.

"of course, I won't judge" i nodded in reassurance

Isaac struggles to speak so he leans closer to you. He just wants you to understand him, he needs you to know how he feels, what he's been thinking of, but it's hard for someone like him, someone whom emotions always were rejected. He took a deep breath and leaned closer as his eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes then he opened his mouth to speak but he failed so he looked one more time at you before smashing his lips on yours as he moved one hand on the back of your neck as the other ran over your back to your hips, pulling your whole body into his lap while you froze in shock before pulling him closer, cupping his cheeks while you kissed him back with the same amounts of passion.

After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you in shock, he had expected everything other than you kissing him back.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you and if scott finds out he's gonna kill me and-" you cut him off pulling him in another kiss, slowly pushing him to lay down as you move on top of him.

"Scott doesn't have to know" you whispered pulling him in a deeper kiss that made him forget everything.

he was in a daze as he pulled away from you. "you look so beautiful when you kiss me like that" he said softly with a soft smirk that caused you to blush.

He smiled softly as he gently ran his fingers thorough your hair. "you're so beautiful you know? it's just so hard to focus on anything else when we are like that, when you're with me. We can take this as slow as you want"

you pulled him for a kiss in response, breaking it as you smiling against lips, and he moaned softly, slipping his hands under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

"i want this. you. Right here, right now, But I also don't want to hurt you so tell me what you want, darling." he whisper in your ear as his breath hit your neck, causing you to shiver.

"i want you, please" you whined and pulled him into another kiss as your tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. he let out a soft involuntary moan, as his caresses on your back got faster. His tongue danced with your and he began to grind on you, making you feel the hard bulge in his jeans that rubbed your throbbing pussy, until you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, pushing him up by his chest, reaching to his shirt, playing with a soft fabric slowly. He sat up on his knees in front of you between your legs, taking off his shirt. You looked up at him, slowly placing the balm of your hand on his chest, tracing your finger over it to his stomach. He let out a low groan while he watched you trace your fingers over his chest, his muscles tensed under your touch.

"you're killing me honey" He whispered, moving closer to you as he kissed your neck slowly, then he sat up again as his hands found their way between your legs. Should undo your bra, or maybe start with these pants?" he teased, and sprung his claws out, moving them swiftly above you, tearing off your clothes.

"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked

"i'll get you new ones" he pulled your clothes off your body, tossing them away on the floor with his shirt.

He smirked when he saw the blush on your face when you looked away, leaning down to your neck. "don't be shy baby" he whispered, before tracing kissed down your collarbone.

you moaned softly, moving your hands to caress his back softly and he let out a sigh against your skin. His hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly, kissing lower and lower. His kisses and nibbles reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking around it while he groped the other one with his hand, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly.

"I love you, so much" He showered your stomach with smooches and pecks, until his mouth found your slit, running his tongue through your wetness, humming in satisfaction. "so wet baby" he flicked your clit with his tongue as you struggled to answer him back, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled them gently. He took one of his hand, wrapping it around my waist to keep me down while he slid a finger in you with the other, slowly and gently, causing you to moan softly.

he sucked your clit harder making you pull his hair tightly, causing him to moan which vibrates against your pussy as his fingers go faster, feeling you clench around them, sucking them in. "Fuck Isaac" you whined. "i'm so close" you whispered, wondering if he even heard you, then he confirmed as he added a finger in, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out as you pull his hair tighter. "Isaac!" you warned, and he understood as you reached your climax, coating his fingers with your cum while he kept his gaze on you then he pulled them out, lapping at your pussy hungrily, taking in your juices.

"you're so sweet baby" he moved up to kiss you as you taste your own arousal. He pulled away from the kiss and you bit your lip, panting for air and you moved your hand to his head, pulling him back down to kiss you, you couldn't get enough of him.

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everlastingdreams · 6 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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