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captainbucky-yt · 2 years
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“You’re Not What I Was Looking For”
— The Weeping Monk x OC (female)
Chapter 63: fathers forgotten [x]
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Chapter Summary: Lancelot's attempt to help a friend brings them closer together. Ari confronts the power that she'd let slip through her fingers.
Content Warning: -/-
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Those tumultuous thoughts were ended soon enough when he’d realised he’d followed Ari and Gawain into the crowded valley. Fey lined all up the grassy verges, and the Ash were gathered in the trough.
He had not needed to hand over his blood this time. In fact he had said very little.
Causing a mumbled reaction, Ari announced him as leader of the Ash, and then his people came forwards with various flora from the forest in their hands. A little girl, one of only two, placed a daisy in his hair. In another life he would have shrunk with humiliation, but his lips had twitched and he'd smiled at her. She didn’t recoil or run from him. Her crimson fingertips reached up, not a great distance since he was kneeling, and poked at his tears before her mother drew her away.
That was the first moment when Lancelot recognised that no others bore the same marks as he did.
For the sole purpose of annoying his brother, Hector too placed something in Lancelot’s hair while smirking. Not a flower, but the ugliest leaf that he’d found on the forest floor. Squirrel snickered at that before Hanna tapped him upside the head.
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everlastingdreams · 1 year
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Weeping Monk x Reader : The Forbidden Apple    Chapter 21
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Story Summary: Father Carden begins to notice how his Weeping Monk starts to question all he was raised to believe in. In an effort to distract him, he has his Red Brothers bring him a 'gift.' The Monk is skeptical when he hears of this, Father never just gave him gifts. But when the Monk enters his tent in the evening he understood what Father had meant by 'gift'. You, a fey girl, were the gift.
Chapter Title: Scars Of The Past
Notes:  Feeling a little better. Finally finished my fight with chapter 26 I think.
Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Stockholm syndrome (?), lima syndrom (?). Rape threats, sexual assault, murder and violence. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Mention of menstruation.
Other warnings: ! Smut ! Jealousy. Enemies to lovers (?). Romance. Pining. Thigh grinding.
Word count of this fic: +140K
Chapter:  21 / 27
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The next morning you went to the infirmary to find something for the headache and to see how Arthur was doing.
Arthur seemed to be in a better mood than you despite his injury, half laughing at the state you were in “Wow, you look terrible. What did you do last night ?”
“Thanks.” You deadpanned.
After drinking a vial with some medicine you told him what happened the night before “I forgot to drink water yesterday, drank ale instead.”
Another laugh came from him “I take it that it did not work out well ?”
You stood next to the cot he was on “It didn’t. I ended up fainting. Luckily Gawain was there.”
He sat upright now “Oh, are you alright ? You didn’t fall did you ?”
Your eyes fell on the hand that he placed on your arm “Gawain caught me, I didn’t hurt myself. Speaking off last night, did the Red Spear come to see you ?”
He withdrew his hand “She has.”
You waited for more information but he looked…reluctant “I like her. She’s terrifying, but I like her.”
Arthur smiled coyly “You love danger then ?”
Quick as a whip you turned it around “Do you ?”
That smile grew nervous real quick, perhaps he did not know what he loved yet.
But he was not ready to surrender “I think you do.”
You quirked a brow “Why is that ?”
He said it like it was a fact “You like to be around terrifying people.”
You denied it “There is only Red Spear.”
Then he cheekily added “And Lancelot.”
An actual soft laugh escaped you “He is not terrifying !”
Arthur was ready to prove his point “To you. Because you know him better than anyone else here.”
Was he really fighting you on this ? “Don’t be ridiculous. I am not drawn to danger.”
He patted a hand on the cot “Well, if that is the case, come sit with this non-dangerous heavily wounded man then.”
You didn’t know why you hesitated to sit with a friend, but you did…
Arthur noticed this and sounded rather hurt “You sat with him when he was here…”
There was no judgment in his tone, he was stating only facts.
With a look of guilt you apologized to him “I’m sorry…”
Arthur was sure of the matter now “I was right, wasn’t I ? Something did happen between you and him.”
Slowly you walked over and sat at the foot on the cot “I…” what to say “He might have kissed me once. But it doesn’t matter, he explained that the vow forbade it. And it won’t happen again.”
The sheer surprise on Arthur’s face went unnoticed, you were too busy looking down at your fidgeting hands.
Lancelot had done the right thing by admitting that the kiss should not have happened, it was better considering the circumstances the two of you had been in. The thing that you could not forget was how you had not been upset that your first kiss was ‘stolen’ from you by him…
There was doubt in his voice when he parroted “It won’t happen again ?”
It felt too personal to speak further of this “I respect his choice.”
Arthur could tell that you wanted to end this topic “He saved my life, could’ve left me to die out there, but he didn’t. Complicated man that is, one moment he looks like he wants to hit me, the next he’s helping me.”
That sounded familiar “When I was with him in the paladin camp, it took a while to see the real person behind the Weeping Monk.”
Then he admitted “I trust him. Call me mad, but…I trust him.”
It caused you to smile “You’re not mad. And I’m glad to hear that you two are finally becoming friends.”
He sat upright and reached for your hand, placing his on top “I can see why he is so fond of you. You’re lovely, y/n. A great person to be around. Don’t ever let your parents make you believe that you are anything less but incredible.”
The compliments were followed by him swiftly leaning in, catching you off-guard, and kissing your cheek.
If you hadn’t turned your head to the side, he would have gone ahead and put his lips to yours.
He was quick to understand that you were rejecting him.
An awkward silence fell between you. Arthur was sweet, handsome and always there to help, but something more was missing and kissing him wouldn’t have felt right. And then there was the fact that the captain of the raiders had her sights set on him.
It was not often that using his charms did not work, but he had a vague idea why “Sorry. You did not want me to do that ?”
You felt a bit guilty, had you given the wrong impression ? “I’m sorry too, I just don’t think I feel more than friendship.”
It was not his first rejection and he handled it with grace “At least you’re honest.”
You decided to inform him of the captain’s interest in him, doubting she had been brave enough to do so herself last night “Red Spear fancies you, Arthur.”
He seemed rather surprised “Did she tell you that ?”
Well, Arthur sounded rather interested in the news “Not with many words, but it’s quite obvious. Did she say anything to you about it ?”
He recalled what the Red Spear had told him “She told me that she felt sorry and blamed herself for how I got injured, she sort of said it rather quietly. Also said that she was glad I was alive, said a good swordsman would have gone to waste otherwise.”
That was perhaps the closest thing to a confession of love that the raider’s captain would ever get “We both know that Red Spear is more for action than words.”
The Manblood would have to read between the lines quite a lot if he wished to figure the captain out “That’s true. But…” he gestured between the two of you “Are we…alright ?”
Ah, clearly he was wondering whether you took offense to him pursuing another after almost kissing you “We are.”
Arthur, the charming and flirtatious Manblood, would have quite a challenge if he would indeed pursue the Red Spear.
You got up from the cot “I need to go and find Percival, I promised to give him a drawing of a fox today. Will you be alright ?”
He gestured a little hilariously to himself “I’ll be on my feet again in no time.”
You shook your head, laughing “Alright, I guess you’ll be fine. I’ll see you later.”
He nodded and you left the infirmary to find Percival.
   And you did find the spirited boy, he was busy with demanding attention from Lancelot. Pulling out all hidden weapons he could find in the saddle from the Ash Man’s horse.
More than once, Lancelot had to disarm him. It ended with the Ash Man grabbing a dagger from him and holding the boy with an arm around his chest, leaving the child to twist and turn to try and get free. Lancelot only shifted his grasp on the boy each and every time, barely able to contain a loud laugh.
They both looked so happy and playful. The often serious Ash Man had a strong playfulness inside of him, you had experienced this in the forest once when he had indulged you with a game of hide and seek.
That was a nice moment to remember…
“Stop doing that.” A voice came from right next to you.
It made you jump a little and move a step to the side, blurting out “What do you mean ?”
Pym was looking at you with a judging only she could show, she mimicked your voice and parroted “What do you mean ?” then chuckled “Come on, do you think I’m stupid ? I know you’re not staring at nothing.”
You rolled your eyes but felt very caught “Fine, you’re right, I was staring. Can you blame me for looking ? I know that nothing else will ever happen again.”
You had told her about the kiss and how those serving the Church took a vow. It was a one time occurrence. All those touches shared, but there was still a line he would never cross. The desire he had once felt was kept under control. A romantic conjoining was not possible, he had been honest to you about this. And you would not expect him to break his vow, if this was his choice, then you respected it. You had made your peace with it.
The occasional hug and other signs of affection from him were already more than you had ever known.
It was enough, he was enough and you wouldn’t want to miss him for the world.
She then casually mentioned “Hmm. I guess you’re right. I’ve seen others stare at him too.”
It came out sharp “What others ?”
Pym snorted a laugh at the sudden bitterness you spoke with “Gods, y/n. Can you be more obvious ?”
You denied what she was clearly still hinting at “He’s my friend, I’m just worried about him. I don’t want people to bother him.”
She muttered quietly under her breath, yet perfectly loud enough for you to hear “How can they bother him when you are doing it all the time ?”
You scoffed loudly and gave her a light playful push “Are you calling me annoying ?”
Pym put an arm around your shoulder “Nah, but I think you are absolutely mad for staring at a monk.”
You removed her arm from your shoulder “I never tease you for staring at the Green Knight. And you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
She had never looked so speechless before, her cheeks turning a soft pink color “Have not !”
With a raised brow you looked at a flustered Pym “Shall we talk about something else ?”
She was eager to take that opportunity.
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  After handing an ecstatic Percival the drawing, you went to find Lancelot in the stables, he was busy brushing Goliath’s coat with some straw.
While knocking on the wooden walls, you greeted him “Good morning.”
Glancing over at you, he greeted you too “Good morning. How are you feeling today ?”
It would surprise you if he had not noticed the squinting of your eyes from the headache you had “Better.”
There was doubt written all over his expression and he reached into the saddlebag to take out his flask filled with water, offering it to you “Drink.”
You didn’t even protest, he would wave away any excuses you would give him.
“Thanks.” You took the flask and drank some sips.
Just as you were drinking, he reached higher with the straw to brush Goliath’s back with it.
When he lifted his arm something caught your attention.
You held his arm in your hand, moving his cloak to the side “What happened to your shirt ? I could try to sew it back-”
When he shifted, so did the fabric and revealed the wound that had stopped bleeding only hours ago. The bloodstained piece of cloth wrapped around it now visible to your eyes.
Immediately you wanted to know why he had not spoken off this “You’re wounded ?!? Gods, Lancelot ! Why didn’t you say something ??”
He moved your hands away first, then moved you a step back too “It happened at the Mill. It will heal, I have cleaned it. Do not worry.”
How many times had he been wounded before and never said a thing ?
You could tell that he would brush this off and ignore the injury so he could continue his work with the Green Knight “Come with me to the infirmary. I will see if I can help with that.”
He was used to cuts and bruises, a variety of injuries had caused a variety of scars.
Of course the Ash Man politely declined “You fainted last night, y/n. I will not give you more work.”
It seemed like you needed to be a little more persuasive, taking a step closer, your hand curled around one of his “Let me take a look at your arm, Ash Man.”
You held your intertwined hands close to your body.
That different tone in your voice made it very difficult to decline the offer again.
With a hard swallow and timid nod he accepted the help offered.
He did not say a word while following you to the infirmary, you blamed it on him not being used to accepting help from others.
After entering the infirmary with him, you patted a hand on the cot, signaling for him to sit down.
Used to offering patients help, you treated him no different “Need a hand to undress ?”
He mentally scolded himself for almost lying.
Mildly distracted, he took off his, cloak, aketon and then carefully the linen shirt.
You sat next to him to inspect the damage, the wound had indeed been cleaned well but it would not heal properly without stitches “I need to sew it shut. Otherwise it will hurt for months before it heals.”
Pain was no stranger to him, the prolonged healing process of wounds was often a punishment to himself for even getting injured in battle.
Without meaning to question your healing skills, he did feel the need to inquire “Have you ever done so before ?”
Quietly you muttered “Once or twice.”
Perhaps he should have declined the offer and just let the wound heal on his own. But you had his hand resting on your lap while you were focused on his arm and he considered the pain of having his skin sewed back together a fair trade for it.
With a grin, he decided to jest “As long as my ear is not attached to my arm after this.”
You gave him a playful push “I’ll sew your mouth shut if you’re not careful.”
He quirked a brow “Pardon ?”
He heard but wanted to see if you would dare say it again.
You repeated louder “I said, I’ll sew your mouth shut if I hear you question my skills again.”
A look over his shoulder was aimed at you accompanied with a lopsided grin “Is this how you treated all of your patients ? Threatening them ?”
Your eyes must have sparkled from the fun you were having “No. Just you.”
Still grinning, he questioned it “Just me ?” then clicked his tongue “Is this for laughing at your unfortunate encounter with a spider yesterday ?”
You prepared a needle and thread, then got to work “Quiet. Don’t distract me or that needle could end up doing more damage.”
The jest rolled out of his mouth “You are less frightening with a sword.”
It earned a glare from you “I’m going to pretend you did not just say that.”
Stitching the wound on the back of his arm wasn’t so simple, it ran horizontally over it. Still you did your best and even though you had threatened him with the needle you were very careful not to hurt him.
It also caught your attention that there were no fresh scars on his back.
After finishing closing the wound up, you lightly ran a hand across his back “They are better…”
He quietly said “I stopped.”
With a squeeze to his shoulder you showed your support, this was good news, it meant his mental state was improving.
He must have found another way to process difficult matters.
You got up for a moment and grabbed the bowl with ointment while opening the subject on Father Carden “How are you handling the news of his death ?”
It was not necessary to ask who you had meant “I handled it.”
You doubted that it was as easy as he pretended it to be “You never speak of him anymore.”
He countered it with “You do not speak of your parents either unless I ask about them.”
True, neither of you had fond memories with parental figures in your lives.
He had never thought that he would react so numb to the news that Father had died and yet he had. It was only weeks later that mourning began. Anger, hatred, sadness, guilt… he felt all of it and carried it in silence. No one here would like to hear how he mourned the death of someone who had caused such pain to so many.
But you had been with him during his darkest times, maybe you would listen “I gave my whole life to him, to what he believed in. And I will never see a day where I do not carry the guilt on my shoulders for it.”
You put some ointment on your fingertips and gently smeared it on the wound “And still you mourn him.”
You knew…
He fought back the tremble in his voice and the tears that dared to form “What does that make me ?”
Did he expect that you would call him a monster for this ? “Compassionate.”
Your stomach sank when he leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, he was truly struggling with this.
Unexpectedly, he apologized “I am so sorry, y/n.”
It confused you greatly “You don’t have to apologize, Lancelot.”
He forced himself to breath, to stay in control of his emotions “Father did this to our people. To you and even to me. I should hate him-”
The guilt he felt for mourning Father Carden must have been tearing him apart inside, his own empathy causing him to feel this way.
Without thinking, you carefully wrapped your arms around his arm and leaned close to his ear “I want you to know that mourning someone who you have known all your life is normal. It proves that you have empathy, even if it is for someone like Father Carden. It’s admirable even. Someone has to pray for the wicked, for they can’t do it themselves anymore.”
There was truth in that…
His head tilted a little, just enough to feel your forehead against his temple, eyes held shut until his tears would dry “Will this stay between us ?”
You scrambled some courage together and brushed a hand over the back of his neck to sooth him “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
God… your fingers moving over his neck made him want to lean back into them more.
The content hum however was not something he wanted to emit.
At the sound of it you drew back your hand and those Ash Folk eyes locked on yours.
There was an intensity in them now that made your heart want to leap up a hill.
With your gaze dropping to your lap, you informed “I’ll bandage your arm now. I fear your shirt is ruined though…”
Blood on white linen for so long would be near impossible to remove.
That innocent, shy expression and reaction you still had to him…
The atmosphere between you had made a palpable shift again.
In the laden silence you covered his wound by tying a fresh clean piece of linen around it.
He waited patiently until you were finished “Thank you.”
A quiet response “You’re welcome.” before rising to your feet and crossing the room to the chest with spare clothing ‘found’ by the raiders “I think there might be a shirt in here that will fit you.”
You sat down on your knees to search through it and heard the sound of his boots moving over the wooden floor as he neared you.
Just when he stopped beside you, you found a shirt.
He held a hand out to you and you believed it was for the shirt so you handed it to him.
He moved it to his other hand and kept holding out his hand.
Staring up at him, you sheepishly placed your hand in his and let him help you rise to your feet.
He held on to your hand “There is something else I wish to tell you.”
You waited for him to do so when the door flung open.
Pym was helping a raider drag another raider into the room “Ugh, bollocks ! Gavin stepped on his own trap again.”
Both your attention dropped to the raider’s leg.
Why on earth had they not removed the metal device from his foot before bringing him here ??? How was this raider so calm ??
Lancelot put the shirt on, rolled his eyes while grabbing his sword and going over to the raider to open the metal device up.
It only took him a few seconds to set the raider free.
“Ha ! Thank you !” The raider gave him a grateful pat on the shoulder and then proceeded to almost fall over.
You were quick to help the idiot and got him to the cot with both Pym and Lancelot’s help.
“Wanna help with this ?” Pym asked, pointing at the gruesome sight.
With a nod you agreed to help “Of course.”
You did take a moment to say something to Lancelot “Is it alright if we talk later ? I know there was still something you wanted to talk to me about.”
With a nod and tilt of his head he acknowledged it and left the infirmary so you could focus on the injured raider.
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  Close to evening, there was something that had reached your ears thanks to the Green Knight.
Percival was cleaning out the stables.
Percival…
Cleaning…
It sounded so unlikely that you had to go and see it for yourself.
Upon arriving at the stables, Lancelot stood outside and kept an eye on the working boy.
It looked so unbelievable and once you got the Ash Man’s attention, you gestured at Percival “Lancelot…is he cleaning these stables ?”
He only gave a nod.
Now that he was here, you brought up your earlier conversation “Earlier, in the infirmary, what was it that you wanted to tell me ?”
This was not the time or place…
His sights darted from you, to Percival who had not yet seen that you were there too “I wanted to tell you that…” the pause almost took too long “-that I appreciate how I can confide in you regarding my past.”
It didn’t go unnoticed that he looked quite nervous all of a sudden “Oh. Alright, I see. Never be afraid to speak of what troubles you, I know how difficult it has been for you. If I can carry half or all of your burdens, I would.”
His restless hands were folded behind his back, sight falling on you from the corner of his eyes “The sentiment is mutual.”
You hummed and smiled “Tell me, why is Percival the one cleaning the stables now ?”
Instantly he straightened his back “If he can steal-…” he corrected “If he can ‘borrow’ Goliath without my permission, then he should know how to care for him.”
This had been a punishment for the boy’s ‘crime’ “He took your horse ?”
He had been upset, yet impressed with the boy’s ability to ride Goliath alone “I could not find Goliath or Percival an hour or two ago. I was not surprised when they returned together.”
Soft laughter fell from you “He wants to be just like you.”
There was a slight frown forming “I could not say by how he often speaks to me. Sometimes I believe he considers me a nuisance.”
You felt sympathy for the fragile heart of the Ash Man that the child could apparently trample over “Aw, don’t think that. If he really didn’t like you then he wouldn’t be running after you all the time.”
It slipped from his tongue “Spoken from experience ?”
You side-eyed him “What are you trying to say ?”
He wasn’t backing down from messing with you a little “We run into each other an awful lot.”
You stated the obvious “We sleep in the same building.”
He cocked his head arrogantly “Still.”
While feigning a sweet tone, you jested “What do you want me to tell you, Ash Man ? That I spend my days finding excuses to run into you.”
With a lopsided grin, he acknowledged your sarcasm “So defensive. I never insinuated that I meant you. Perhaps I was speaking of myself.”
It could have meant he was the one finding excuses to speak to you so much, but you had responded like you were the one guilty of it.
Your eyes narrowed at the trap you had stepped into “Admit it, you arrogant twit, you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend my time with you.”
He only hummed, like it was not the certain fact that it was.
At that moment a mixture of dirty straw and other things landed a few inches from Lancelot’s boots.
Your focus snapped to the young Fey Knight who was innocently shoveling the dirty stable clean.
He looked down at his boots and then back to the boy.
At least it had not been thrown against him, there was progress being made.
After waiting for a scolding to be given to the boy, you realized none would come from Lancelot “You’re so afraid he won’t like you anymore if you scold him for it. Aren’t you ?”
He held his tongue, it wasn’t far from the truth.
You called over to the boy all of a sudden “Percival.”
The boy stopped shoveling and looked back at you “Y/n ?”
Without shame, you told the boy what Lancelot would never tell him “Lancelot fears you might hate him or grow to hate him.”
He could not believe you had just told the boy like this.
The Ash Man opened his mouth but failed to find the words.
Percival looked at the two of you like you had gone mad and dropped the shovel “What ?” the boy approached the Ash Man as if it had been a grave insult “Why would you think that ?!?”
Both of you were taken rather aback by the defensive stance of the boy.
He looked to you for help, before understanding that it would be best to handle this himself.
After a soft nudge from your elbow, he confessed to the waiting boy “You cursed at me when I told you to clean Goliath’s stable.”
There was some frustration from Percival who had always been used to little or no supervision “You wouldn’t let me ride Goliath ! You’re always bossing me around !”
He expected the reply “I only want what is best for you. I do understand that you will not always be happy with the choices I make to ensure a better future for you. I hope, in time, you will forgive me for the flaws in my attempt.”
Percival was calmer, it had sounded like the Ash Man was determined to stick around and help him through life, quietly uttering “I don’t hate you.”
Slowly Lancelot knelt down in front of Percival “I would understand if you did.”
The boy wasn’t having it “I don’t.”
He explained why he disliked how the boy had rode Goliath beyond his knowledge “You are brave, and you are still quite young and growing. I feared you would fall off Goliath and break your neck. I would never forgive myself for not having been there to help.”
Now Percival understood the reason he had been punished and tasked with cleaning the stable, he quietly risked asking “Can I ride Goliath if you’re with me ?”
Lancelot thought for a moment, then answered “Finish cleaning the stable. I will let you ride Goliath but I will hold the reins and walk beside you. Agreed ?”
There was eager nodding from Percival as he agreed to the terms.
He rose from the ground, ushering the boy to complete the task “Go on then. Off you go.”
This time Percival was more enthusiastic to clean the stable.
It was only when he rose to his feet again that he noticed he had knelt down right in the dirt the boy had tossed at his feet minutes ago.
You were quick to notice and failed to stop yourself from laughing at the sight of it.
With a deep disgruntled sigh, he tried to brush off the dirt from his trousers as much as possible.
You reached out and gave his arm a squeeze, rubbing it a little “Well done, Lancelot.”
It was endearing to see him slowly but surely open up to others, especially towards the feisty child.
There was that boyish smile again and seeing it warmed your chest.
Then he slowly and discreetly moved a hand to your own, fingers hooking around yours loosely.
You were the one who went ahead and clasped your hand around his.
A squeeze from him…
A squeeze from you…
He uttered a heartfelt “Thank you.”
How in heaven’s name could it be that the sparkle you had in your eyes now could cause his heart to jump in joy ?
After you nodded, he let go off your hand before it would draw the boy’s attention.
You didn’t even realize you were staring at him for a moment “How is your arm ?”
He clasped his hands behind his back again, it was the only way to keep them still “It burns less.”
It was a relief to hear “That means the ointment is working.”
With a tilt of the head, he silently asked you to step out off the stables with him, of course you followed.
He walked at a slow pace, remaining near the stables “Have you had any more trouble with your parents ?”
It dawned on you that neither your mother or father had hounded you today “No. It’s odd. Maybe they finally listened to Gawain ?”
He kept a neutral expression, only his brow arched slightly “Perhaps. Let us hope. Will you tell me if anything arises again ?”
With a nod and grateful smile, you responded “I will. Thank you, Lancelot.”
Right then, he had to take a step to the side as a woman walked past him.
The brunette with luscious curling locks send him a look that could not be mistaken by anyone, and a smile that could enamor the coldest of hearts.
You didn’t expect or like the strong gnawing feeling it gave to your self-confidence.
Pym had been right about him catching the attention from others…
It distracted you so badly that you hadn’t even heard him speak just now.
He halted “Y/n ?”
It took you a second to realize he must have said or asked something “Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”
Mildly concerned, he repeated what had costed him so much courage to say just even once “I am glad you feel better after last night. You look better.”
There was something else he had muttered half under his breath and you couldn’t decipher it “Excuse me ?”
It took so much to say it louder “You look…” he wanted to scold himself for being so cowardice, then finally voiced openly “Stunning.”
Your foot hit an uneven spot of grass and you lost your balance, thankfully he caught your elbow to prevent a fall.
Had he ever even complimented your appearance before ?
He let go when you regained your balance.
You never saw it coming “Stunning ?”
After weeks in Gramaire, you looked healthier and more lively. You smiled more and radiated a social warmth that drew people to you.
Living here made it possible to have proper meals and a chance to rest. All of it benefited to a healthier life.
And yes, it strengthened the beauty that you already had. He had seen it and knew others noticed too.
That raider had been one of the many that were starting to have attention for you.
And the thought that you were catching the eyes of others…
Even now, while walking beside him, he could see them turn their heads to look again.
If he was to tell you of his affection, what better way to start then by making it known that he was not insensitive to your appearance too ?
If he had once been brave enough to tell you he desired you, this should not be much harder.
Desire, lust…it had grown into what he felt now.
With a tilt of the head, he confirmed his words “Being here has done you well. I can see how your health has improved.”
It was understandable, when first meeting him you had been starving and wore torn clothes.
Now you had better access to water, food and a warm place to sleep with an actual bed “You look healthier too. Not as tired. And some color to your cheeks.”
Not pale and so terribly haunted by what had troubled him when he was with Father Carden.
No, he looked good. Stronger, healthier and calmer. And most importantly, happier.
That color on his cheeks intensified when you returned the compliment with a cheeky smirk “Very handsome. As always.”
Beyond his control, his gaze swiftly moved over your form until it locked on your face.
As always ?
Percival ran out off the stables and found the Ash Man outside with you, shouting excitedly “I am finished !”
You gestured to the waiting Percival “I should let you go and keep your promise to the boy. He looks very happy for someone who was just shoveling through dirt for an hour.”
He gave a nod but ended up catching your arm before you could fully walk away.
You looked back at him, saw him hesitate…
His fingers glided down your arm as they released it, leaving you with some advice “Do not forget to drink enough today. Water, not ale.”
You scoffed “Thanks. I will.”
He send a smug smirk as you walked off.
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The Monk’s Wife - Chapter 7: An Amused Queen
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Characters: Lancelot Du Lac, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Squirrel
Summary: Tarja takes a day off to spoil her husband but Squirrel doesn't really allow them any peace, especially after he notices the bruises on Lancelot.
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: implied abuse
A/N: This fanfic has been becoming more of a night-time imagination than a well constructed work that makes sense, it will only get weirder from here so enjoy!
Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart
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The next morning Tarja woke up with a headache, she looked around at the state of the house, it was a mess, broken furniture everywhere, a few drops of blood, she recalls nothing “Lancelot” she called, but he did not answer, her heart raced, someone broke in and hurt him! Who would dare! She rushed to search for him, he wasn’t in the kitchen preparing a meal, nor in the bedroom, at last, she decided to search for him in the second room and that’s when she saw him, sitting in a corner, hugging himself, he was barely visible “Lancelot?” she asked worried.
He lifted his head up and looked at her, she rushed to him and knelt next to him “Lancelot, are you alright? Who did this?” She asked once she noticed the dried blood on his face, he flenched as she reached out to examin it “I’m sorry, alright? I wish if I had the courage and the understanding to end my life, I sadly didn’t and I couldn’t! I will leave just like you requested” he wept, the woman looked confused “I don’t understand, why would you want to leave?” She frowned.
The weeping one looked at her confused for a moment “because you don’t want me here” he replied, she looked even more puzzled “what makes you say that? I just pardoned you, I want you here, of course i do! You are my husband!” The man opened his mouth to speak but he was uncertain of what to say, this was beyond odd “do you not recall yesterday?” She shrugged “I got drunk and I assume fell on the ground asleep” She truly remembers nothing, none of the hatred nor the beating “what happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Who did it?” She asked “y-you” She blinked a few times, she recalls nothing of last night.
That’s when it hit her, Tate, he intoxicated her, she groaned “I’m sorry about whatever happened yesterday but it wasn’t me, I swear it” she assured him, he looked confused “my people… we manipulate fire and intoxicate thoughts, if the brain loses control which I assume happened by the hands of ale! I apologize, I never meant to hurt you” She said softly “this makes no sense” She nodded “I know but my brother… Tate, I suppose he used his powers on me yesterday and made this happen, it is a rare gift that he alone holds” she huffed.
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The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 2
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Nimue and I were walking down the trail to her village. My head was swirling, and I felt like I was going to faint. “Wait, I haven’t asked you for your name yet, what are you called?” Nimue asked. My voice was hoarse, but I still answered, “Dae.” She smiled at me but realised that I looked paler than the first time she met me. Cold ran through me and I shivered while feeling nauseous too. “Dae, are you okay?” Nimue worriedly asked. “I feel cold. Too cold,” I mumbled before my legs gave up and I dropped to the ground.
Great, I fainted.
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A paining ache arose when I woke up. I quickly took in my surroundings. I was on a much softer surface this time, maybe a proper bed. The height of the room was quite low, reaching probably 1.5 metres. And when I looked below me, the ground wasn’t much of a pleasure. It was covered with stone as well as some specks of dirt. Just as I was looking around, I could hear the sound of people walking in, they were blurred as my vision still hadn’t adjusted to the amount of light. But as they came closer, I could recognise one as Nimue. At least there’s one familiar face. The other person was a lot older than Nimue, probably Nimue’s mother, I hope she didn’t mind me staying in her house. “Dae, you’re alright! You had me worried,” Nimue spoke up. I mustered up some strength and sat up in the bed and replied, “thank you for staying with me, I thought you’d leave me there,” I thanked her. The woman next to her rushed to ask me. “Dae, listen to me carefully, is it true, you just woke up in the forest? Nimue told me that you said you got transported from your world to ours,” the seemingly older woman asked. “Yes that’s true, I did wake up randomly in a forest. I’m not sure how though,” I replied with. “Thank the Hidden it is her. The one who was sent to us,” the older woman mumbled under her breath. “Listen Dae, I’m Lenore, Nimue’s mother and you’ve arrived, just as they said. Please reply honestly to this, have you touched anything ancient recently?” she asked. I stayed silent, I could only think of one time and that was when I touched the sword at the cash converters, but that obviously didn’t matter. Well, I guess I’ve got to say something and that is what I will say. “Uhm, yes I think. I may have touched a sword at a shop I went to in my world,” I said. “Did it have writing on it, some sort of ancient language I would say, that glowed when you touched it?” Lenore once again asked. “Yes, it glowed a bright orange and there was this writing on it… I feel like I could understand it somehow, I can’t make out the words, but it was something like ‘Whosoever wields the Sword of Power shall be the one true king’ in English,” I stated.
“Dae, you are powerful, just like Nimue, you both have been cursed. The Hidden sent you here so that you could fight back, you’re our fighter. The Fey’s fighter. From now on, you’ll stay with us, you’ll get accustomed to our culture and lifestyle, I know that where you are from, things are different, but you’ve got to stay with us if you want a way out of here. There is only one thing that will help you. The Sword of Power. The one you touched,” Lenore explained. I couldn’t wrap my head over this. I’m only thirteen! Yes, I may look or be smart, but that doesn’t mean you drag a child into a completely different universe! “Lenore, I’m too young, I cannot fight. I don’t have the slightest idea as to how to hold a sword,” I ranted out. What was I doing here? “Dae, if you do not know, I will teach you, people may live today but die tomorrow in war, it is going to be your job to prevent that in the future. Promise me Dae, that you will protect the Fey, you will do everything in your power to save them,” Lenore spoke. I don’t know about anything but as long as I will have to stay here, I will owe them, what’s better than preventing lives from being taken as a token of gratitude? “I promise, Lenore and Nimue, I will be by your side, and I will protect the Fey to my highest ability,” I took my oath.
After that day, everything changed, my lifestyle, the people I was surrounded by, my clothes and literally everything in my other life had been altered. I looked different than everyone else though, while Nimue and Pym got to wear normal clothes like the village, I had to wear black attire, great for camouflaging in the dark. While Pym, Squirrel and Nimue had their own responsibilities, I had to learn the culture of the Fey, the history and how to wield all sorts of different weapons. I learned how to fight….. just like how Lenore said I would.
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Anddd, that's a wrap, these past 2 chapters were how you settled in and where you came from so no more cheesy promises or stuff like that. This is my first series and I'm not sure how it'll go though... so yeah. But I'll continue until it's finished.
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In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 6
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Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC] Word Count: ~3.7k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Angst, Religious Trauma, Little Spot of Fluff, Brief Nudity
Summary: A trip to the Wolf Folk village before a hawk brings a letter.
You can also read it on AO3!
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Masterlist | Chapter 6:
  After Squirrel had returned with his new stick, Lancelot went straight to brushing down Goliath. He didn't look at anyone but at least acknowledged the boy and told him they would resume training once Goliath had been seen to. Squirrel didn't seem to pick up on the shift of Lancelot's behavior at all.
  When the man had finally stopped crying, he seemed to snap out of whatever state he was in and couldn't look me in the eye anymore. If I could guess at anything, I would assume Lancelot was embarrassed by his actions.
  Squirrel, on the other hand, was excited to hear I would be taking him to the Wolf village tomorrow. He would have to bathe and put on a clean set of clothes first, of course. If anyone caught my scent on him, it would give me away no matter how I disguised myself.
  Once I'd told him some more about the village, he'd run off back outside since Lancelot had finished brushing Goliath. I listened from inside the cave as the man instructed the boy while my mind wandered.
  All he had ended up confessing to me wasn't something I could easily brush off. He had laid bare his truth and his confliction. I didn't even know how to feel about being told I, in many ways, showed more of his God's grace than his own Father Carden.
  Of course, I wasn't showing his God's grace- I did not believe nor ascribe to that religion. However, Lancelot still did, and that was what he felt to be true. And there was some humor to be found in it all as well. I'd been concerned I was too harsh on him, that my crueler choice words would drive him right back to the church, only to learn the opposite to be true.
  That I was leading him out of the darkness.
  I also now understood his reactions to the story of the first Wolf Folk. The she-wolf of that story had her prayers answered and found a new home while Lancelot's prayers were met with silence and his own fear of damnation.
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  Rising from the water, I took a breath while pushing my hair out of my face. Birds flew by overhead as there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Hearing the woods and the running water of the river was rather calming.
  Standing there in the river that came up to my hips, I lazily ran my fingers through the cool water. The sun felt wonderful on my skin since it wasn't too hot out. The chill of winter would be coming around the corner, so it was best to relish in this weather while it still lasted.
  My ears flicked back, catching the sound of foliage rustling. The movement was quiet, so I doubted it was a human with how loud they could be in the woods. Looking over my shoulder to check, I stretched out my claws just in case.
  "I brought the change of clothes you asked for. I cannot fathom how you plan to make them fit...." Lancelot trailed off as he stopped in his tracks. He carried a pile of folded clothes with him that he was now gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
  I rose a brow since he'd gone silent, and Lancelot quickly turned his face toward the sky as his face bloomed bright red.
  "I didn't know you were already in the river, I swear." He said rather quickly before spinning on his heel to turn his back on me.
  "You have seen me naked before, Lancelot. There is no need to be bashful now." I chuckled while seeing how red his ears were getting.
  "As I have told you many times, I was not myself then. I-It is sinful to-"
  "Not a woman, remember?"
  "It doesn't matter. One is not supposed to look upon the nude form of another."
  "Unless they are married."
  "Yes. Wait, how do you know that?" His head slightly turned, but he kept facing the woods.
  "Wisdom of the Ravens, remember?"
  "I remember."
  "So you seriously cannot look at me?" I crossed my arms while tilting my head. "Even though you have been balls deep inside of me many times before?"
  "Y-Yes." Lancelot dropped his gaze to the ground as he shifted his weight on his feet. "That is also....very sinful." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Even more sinful, actually." He added, speaking barely over a whisper.
  With his head tilted down, I could see how the back of his neck flushed. The man's face had to be as red as a ripe tomato by now. This was so different from before, and I couldn't help but find it amusing.
  "Then how do you expect to give me those clothes if you cannot even look at me?"
  "Turn around."
  "Turn around?"
  "With your back to me. I will set them down near yours."
  "All right, then." I said but didn't move an inch. I wanted to see how he was going to do this without looking at me since my clothes were piled on the edge of the river right in front of me.
  "Have you turned?"
  "Yeah, yeah. Just set the clothes down." Lancelot hesitated even after I gave him the go-ahead. When he turned, his eyes landed right on me- my chest specifically.
  "Jesus Christ-!" He hissed as he jerked his head back in the direction of the woods. I burst into laughter, finding his reaction utterly ridiculous. I understood my heat made him throw away chastity and modesty, but I didn't have anything he hadn't already seen. "This is not funny."
  "Oh, but it is. You have seen my body both in bed and in your head, but now you avert your gaze like a blushing maiden?"
  "I was raised devout Christian. Nudity is not....commonplace. I also see you lack modesty whether in heat or not."
  "Oh, you see, huh?" I laughed, watching his shoulders rise.
  "You know what I mean, Devin." My ears twitched as my smile fell. Even after calling him Lancelot for this long, he had never said my name in turn.
  Until now.
  A tingle went up my spine as I found myself quite liking how his voice said my name. Swallowing, I briefly glanced away before regaining my composure.
  "Fine. I won't do it again." I said before lowering myself into the water up to my chin. "Okay, I promise you can turn around now without seeing me naked." Lancelot was even more reluctant to turn now, but he eventually did, and my mouth went under the water.
  He really was as red as a tomato. He was also quick to set the clothes down before rushing off back into the woods. Standing back up once he was no longer in view, I grabbed the soap among my belongings.
  Once I was done bathing in the river, I wrung out as much water as possible from my hair and fur. Picking up Lancelot's shirt first, I sniffed at it to make sure my own scent wasn't on it. However, his strongly was. How was it he could smell like this?
  Bringing the garment closer to my face, I deeply inhaled through my nose. I was picking up so many things on the shirt, most of which were just him. It was such a nice scent, though, and my tail began to wag.
  I didn't care this time- It wasn't as if anyone could see it.
  My ears twitched again before swiveling, hearing incoherent whispers in the woods around me. Lowering the shirt, I quickly looked around as I was on high alert. However, when I saw nothing, I realized the whispers came from the Hidden.
  It wasn't often that I heard them. But when I did, it seemed to be at the most random of times. Now included.
  Sighing through my nose, I pulled the shirt over my head before grabbing the trousers. Lancelot had thankfully brought a belt as well that I used to keep the pants on my hips. The clothes were indeed too big for me, but simply rolling up the pant legs fixed the length issue.
  Draping the cloak over my shoulders, I made sure to tie it on tight. I didn't want it to fall off at the worst possible moment. I left my hair down to air dry as I carefully gathered up my things and carried them at arm's length back to the cave.
  Lancelot wasn't there when I returned, and I didn't pay it much mind given what happened earlier. After dropping my clothes on my bed, Squirrel and I left to have time to get to the village and back before nightfall.
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  "Do we really have to leave after we get the sword?" Squirrel asked as we were riding together on Goliath.
  "I do plan to get some supplies and food. There's a vendor here that sells the best roasted elk I have ever had." I replied while seeing the village up ahead.
  "How do you even have money if you don't work?"
  "I work." My brows furrowed as I looked at Squirrel. "I've been working this entire time."
  "How? You go nowhere, and no one comes to your cave."
  "Well, my pelts sell mainly in the fall and winter. I provide my own food most of the year to save money, and in the summer and spring, I sell herbs from the woods. Those bundles you saw me prepping to dry- did you think I was keeping all of them?"
  "You have a lot of bottles with dried plants in them. How was I supposed to know?" Squirrel's response made me chuckle. Dismounting from Goliath, I then held up my hand to help the boy down.
  He took my hand before hopping off of the large horse to the ground. Grabbing Goliath's reins, we then walked into the village together. My hood was low to cover my face, and being covered in Lancelot's scent seemed to be working so far.
  The village was alive with chatter and laughter. Children ran around, chasing each other or their toys. Squirrel was lit up with interest as his eyes took in everything around him.
  The last time he had been anywhere full of people like this was Gramaire. However, Gramaire was very different from a Wolf Folk village.
  "Stay out of trouble, and you can explore." I turned Squirrel around to make him face me as I leaned down. Pulling a few coins from my pocket, I held them out for him to take. "No mischief, you hear?"
  "I hear." He grinned while taking the coins.
  "Either wait here when you are done, or I will find you when I am."
  "Okay." Squirrel nodded, and I ruffled his hair before he ran off. I didn't have to worry about his safety- he was a Sky Folk boy, and this was a village of wolves. He stuck out in the crowd, and children here were raised with the aid of the community, meaning no matter where he went in the village, someone would have an eye or ear out for him.
  Not to mention if he got into trouble, he was scrappy and loud. It would be impossible for no one to notice.
  Leading Goliath further into the village, I noticed there were a handful of other Fey present as well. From where I stood, I could see a few Snake Clan and a couple of Tusks. Had some refugees found their way here?
  Walking on, I soon found myself standing outside a familiar home. Taking in a deep breath, I pondered a little longer on whether or not I should turn back now. I already came this far, though.
  Tying Goliath's reins to a post, I pat the horse's neck.
  "Wish me luck, would ya?" I whispered. As if understanding, he nickered. "Thanks." I chuckled before nervously straightening out the oversized shirt as I walked toward the front door.
  Knocking, I waited for the door to open. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I hadn't seen my family in a few years and wasn't sure how much had changed or if anything had at all.
  "Hello?" My mother's face was the first one I saw. She glanced at the horse from over my shoulder before looking at me with confusion. "Can I help you?"
  "Can I come in first?" I asked in a soft tone while raising my hood to where only she could see my face. She took in a sharp breath before grabbing me by the shirt and yanking me inside. The door slammed shut, and I had to catch my balance to keep from falling on my face. "Wanna yank a little harder next time, Ma?"
  "What in the world are you doing here, Devin? You know you-"
  "Relax. Not even you recognized me."
  "Because you smell like a-" This time she cut herself off as her burnt orange eyes narrowed at me. She stepped closer, sniffing at me while I pushed the hood off of my head. "You smell like a man and definitely not even a wolf." Her tone sharpened. "Who is it this time, huh?"
  "You make it sound like I'm promiscuous. And it is not what you think. This is just a disguise."
  "From?"
  "A friend." I replied while glancing around. There were some new things like a replaced table and blooming herbs hanging from the ceiling. "Oh, you managed to find some of these this late in the season? And this big?" Delicately touching the pale blue flowers surrounded by greenery, I could feel my mother's gaze cutting through me. "What?"
  "Devin, I have missed you so, but you know it is not safe for you to come here."
  "My family is worth the risk. Where's Pa?"
  "He should be back any minute."
  "Okay, I get your concern, but why am I getting such attitude?" I gestured at my mother while looking at her expression and body language.
  "Because you never wrote."
  "I wasn't sure any of you would want me to." I admitted. "After everything happened, I had no clue where I stood."
  "Oh, Devin." Ma heavily sighed before she pulled me into a warm hug. "You are still a part of this family."
  "Even after the shame I brought? I remember how Pa nearly burst a vein."
  "Yes, even after." Ma pulled away and held me at arm's length. "Your sister is pregnant, by the way."
  "Cara? Pregnant? Shit, since when?" I asked as my eyebrows rose high on my forehead.
  "We found out last month. She'll be due next summer." Ma chuckled.
  "Is she joined too?"
  "Two years ago."
  "Two years?" I had to sit down as I rubbed my forehead. "Fuck. What about Darragh? Ciaran?"
  "Darragh is to be joined this winter, and Ciaran is....Ciaran." Ma softly laughed while taking a seat next to me at the table. "That boy may never settle down."
  "It has only been a few years." I mumbled.
  "A lot can happen in that time, Devin. What of you? Joined? Expecting? Planning?"
  "Nothing of the sort." I waved my hand as my brows furrowed.
  "Still courting, then?" Ma quirked up a brow at me as she glanced down at my clothes again.
  "I told you, these are just from a friend for a disguise. I swear I am not with anyone."
  "At least half my children are growing to be fine adults. I would have preferred better odds."
  "Oh, come off it. I fare well for myself."
  "You smell like a man you swear is not your partner, who is clearly Fey, but I cannot even tell what kind, and you even have the scent of a Sky Folk on you."
  "The two are temporarily in my care. The Sky Folk is a boy with the foulest mouth I have encountered a child having."
  "Fouler than you?" Ma joked, and we both laughed. "So what is it you do now? Are you a healer?"
  "Not really. I have had to use your teachings, though. I still deal in pelts and sell herbs."
  "Then why are the two you insist on being vague about in your care?"
  "I agreed to provide them shelter until they can regroup with their people."
  "The paladins?" Ma gave a knowing look, and I nodded. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Horrid, those men are. We have been lucky thus far."
  "Do you not worry how long that will last?"
  "It is ever-present in our minds. Nearly everyone in the village has made plans for a quick escape shall the need ever arise." Ma reached across the table to take my hand in hers. "I know you want to ask."
  "....What of Odhran and Liam?"
  "Odhran is still alone." Ma's tone was somber. "His broken heart has taken some time in healing."
  "I did not intend to hurt him so."
  "I know." Ma nodded while rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "Liam.... Well," She sighed. "he is joined and has a litter." I ran a hand through my hair while sighing.
  "I really was a fool."
  "You cannot blame yourself, child. You do not choose who you love."
  "Yeah, but clearly Odhran would have been the wiser choice. At least he loved me so deeply to still be heartbroken after all this time. And I would still be with my family."
  "The past has happened. You were young and following your heart."
  "Of which I will never do again."
  "Try not to speak too soon." Ma gently squeezed my hand. "The heart can lead to wonderful things."
  "Aileen? Whose horse is that?" Pa's voice called out as the front door opened. He was still looking at Goliath as he stepped inside. When he turned, I saw the confused look on his face before it quickly turned to shock at seeing me.
  "Hi, Pa." And the door slammed shut.
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  Storing the bought supplies into Goliath's saddlebags, I made sure nothing was going to fall out. I was glad to have gotten time with my parents even if I missed seeing my siblings. However, Ma and Pa had told me stories well enough about them to help me catch up on what I had missed.
  And now that I had finished getting what I needed, I had to go find Squirrel. Calmly walking with the horse, I didn't want to draw attention to myself nor come off as suspicious. Acting as if I were simply passing through as some others were was enough to keep my identity hidden.
  Lancelot's scent threw other people off so much that they would never guess it was me under the hood. I had known these vendors, grown up with them and around them, but no one could tell who I was. I wasn't too surprised by that since not even my own mother had been able to recognize me.
  I eventually found Squirrel sword fighting with another boy around his age. He looked as if he was having fun and winning while the Wolf Boy was asking where he learned to fight as he did.
  "Squirrel!" I called out to get his attention. "It's time to go." He nodded to me before turning back to the kids he was with to say his goodbyes. They were all waving and bidding him farewell as he ran my way. "Have fun?"
  "Yeah." He had such a bright smile. Storing his wooden sword away in his belt, Squirrel then looked up at me with his hands on his hips. "Now, where is this roasted elk you mentioned before?"
  "Work up an appetite training?" I softly laughed while leading the way to where I remember the vendor being.
  "Wolf kids are a lot faster than I thought they would be."
  "Make any friends?"
  "Maybe."
  "Maybe is not a no."
  "We are getting some for Lancelot, too, right?"
  "Of course. Don't want him to get moody as he does for being left out." I joked.
  "....Either you are really good at hiding how you feel, or you really don't want to stab him anymore." Squirrel's words made me look at him with a twisted expression.
  "What?"
  "Lancelot. You haven't glared at him in a while now. Also, you care about how he feels."
  "I do not-"
  "'Don't want him to get moody as he does'." Squirrel mocked me while waving his hand. Rolling my eyes, I looked ahead of us as I could smell cooking meat.
  "Why do you want me to like him so much?"
  "So that I'm not the only one who does. He could use more people that like him." He answered. "Nimue said that even if you are lost, so long as you have people that care about you, you will find your way home."
  "Those are some wise words."
  "Mm-hm." Squirrel hummed. Reaching the roasted elk vendor, I bought three portions before leaving the village and heading back home.
  Riding in quiet, I contemplated what Squirrel had said. He'd clearly grown more attached to Lancelot. However, I could understand why. Beneath the Weeping Monk was a man worth redeeming. It was a source of my own confliction how Lancelot could be so kind and concerned and yet have the blood of only gods know how many Fey on his hands.
  My ears twitched when I heard the call of a hawk. Looking toward the sky, I had to quickly raise my arm when a bird flew down right at us. The hawk landed on my arm as Squirrel twisted in his seat to look.
  "There's something tied to its leg." He stated before reaching up to untie what was no doubt a letter from the bird's leg. As soon as he had it in his hands, the bird flew off. "It's from Arthur."
  "And?" I rose a brow to encourage him to say more about what he was reading.
  "And I hope you have money for a horse."
  "....What?"
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ishiptoomuch · 4 years
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Did anyone else get protective dad vibes in this scene cause I sure did and I loved it. :)
Already ready to rewatch the entire season, would highly recommend.
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barneswclf · 4 years
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THE WEEPING MONK & SQUIRREL 🖤
CURSED, SEASON ONE
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booknerdinglasses · 2 years
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Okay so I just finished watching Cursed on Netflix and I know season 2 was canceled but there were TOO DANG MANY cliffhangers so here’s what I want to see happen:
Season 2 should get picked up by Netflix or literally any platform
Then, in season 2...
1. Need to know what the hell happened to Nimue after she fell into the lake. It was teased since the first episode. Is she alive?? Is she the lady of the lake?? If so, is she be able to leave the lake and fight for her people?? SO MANY QUESTIONS
2. I love that Nimue and Arthur both had good romantic experiences with each other but they really didn’t have much chemistry. Pym had a crapton more chemistry with Dof and they had like a minute of screen time together. So I hate to say it but.. I think Lancelot should meet Nimue. All those near misses? ✨🔥 ✨ and Arthur and the red spear/Guinevere were definitely vibing. Maybe while Lancelot is riding with Percival they can come across Nimue? Because I can’t wait to see that encounter. Nimue will definitely go into mama bear mode and I think Lancelot would secretly love it even though it’s directed at him. Although he might also hate himself more for it. It’s a coin flip. Then when Nimue and Arthur run into each other, since Arthur is coming for her, they can peacefully end things.
3. I need to know what the hell Nimue did to Gawain’s body. Is he coming back? Is he part of the earth now? Does that mean it’s a sacred place??
4. I really really really want to see lancelot, Arthur, Nimue and the fey, and the red spear just totally rage attack the rest of the red paladins and uther’s armies.
5. Iris should die. Painfully. But not immediately because she’s one of the best villains I’ve seen in a while. Doubtful she would surrender.
6. Where the hell did Merlin and widowMorgana go??
7. Also is Merlin going to be a total bloodthirsty monster now that he has his magic back or will he be okay or will he proceed to destroy the sword? I vote destroy it.
8. Arthur and the red spear had some serious sparks. They should hook up.
9. Kaze is definitely going to get lost in the mix. Kaze deserves happiness.
10. Squirrel/percival better have Nimue and Lancelot raising him
11. Pym deserves happiness too. Not sure who she’s gonna connect with though. Maybe if Gawain does come back to life they can be a thing? If not someone else.
12. This should really be higher on my list. What the hell does it mean that MORGANA is a widow now? Does that mean she is fulfilling the cailleach’s destiny? Especially since merlin took her with him? I really don’t want this to be a version where morgana kills everyone
13. Can we also see a little bit of merlin’s history and how he survived when he left Lenore because obviously he was heartbroken.
14. Sooo just remembering this. Did Lenore tell Jonah that nimue wasn’t his? Is that what he was talking about when he said she was cursed, or was it something else??
15. More of Merlin and nimue and merlin being a badass dad who loves her so much
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threesilverthings88 · 4 years
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Careful spoilers ahead so if you haven’t finish the show stop reading.
I’ve been wondering why I’m so obsess with the Nimue x the weeping monk (aka Lancelot) arc when they don’t even had a scene together. And yes, I know that shipping two characters that have no interaction is, well just weird. But the more I think about the more it makes sense. So here is my breakdown of the 5 top reasons their arc will work:
1. In the final episode we learned that the weeping monk (a character we were all obsess with even before we knew his real name just admit it) was revealed to be Lancelot. If you don’t know your Arthurian story then you are missing something big here because Nimue is a very important character is Lancelot’s life. After the dead of his father, Lancelot is raised by Nimue, the lady of the Lake and becomes a surrogate mother to him. In other words, Lancelot is the man we all know and love because of Nimue. She protected him and help him in many of his adventures. Now, I know we are far from the mother-son relationship here, and the show is an entirely new take on the story and the characters, but you cannot just ignore a connection that strong, perhaps it won’t be a romantic one (as much as I would love one the characters aren’t ready for that, they have a lot of growing up to do) but maybe a allies/protector kind of way?
2. Tragic backstories. They are both characters who were taught to hate their nature, for years they were lead to believe that they were evil and that what they were was a sin to nature itself, him with the red paladins and her with her own fey clan. I think no one truly understand this because none of them ever suffer the rejection and distrust of all who soround them. I believe this will create a special kind of link between Lancelot and Nimue.
3. Squirrel. And really this should have been reason #1, because you know Nimue loves squirrel and tried to protect him and save him in the first few episodes. And now, Lancelot decided to save him and adopt him maybe? And you know Nimue won’t just sit and watch the weeping monk, the killers of some many fey, be close to her squirrel. It would be fun to see them acting as surrogate parents to this wonderful, funny and brave child. I think that as much as he hates him for killing her village, she would still be grateful to him for saving Squirrel’s life.
4. They’re both Fey. They are the same kind, but unlike the others, they haven’t truly accepted this fact about themselves. It would be very interesting to see them be trying to get comfortable in their skin and accept their powers. All of their lives they’ve been outsiders and now, I want them to find a sense of belonging, it won’t be easy, but these characters deserve that.
5. A Queen and a General. If she truly is meant to be queen, she will have to fight many evils like hungry power Kings and a corrupt and twisted religious cult, all hell bend on destroying her kind. You have so many knights in the show, but who better to lead the armies of the fey resistance than the former weapon of the red paladins. What better way to really stick it to their enemies than to have the same sword they raise to kill the feys now turn against them and be the one to protect the Fey, and more importantly, their Fey queen. After all, Lancelot was always known to be a true knight at heart (if you take the adultery part anyways), a warrior and the best and most skilled knight in King’s Arthur court. So I don’t care what anybody else thinks, Lancelot is meant to be one of the greatest warriors in the show. If we really continue down this arc where Nimue will become queen, then she will need her knights, and for me, that includes Lancelot, the former weeping monk.
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Theories for season two of Cursed but they are MEMES 4
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euphoniumpets · 4 years
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Addiction | The weeping monk x reader (SMUT)
Summary: After riding for hours, trying to search for a shelter to stay for the night, the three of you came across a cabin in the woods, as a young woman who offers to help to heal Lancelot’s wounds. The reader and Lancelot are then forming a bond with each other. 
Authors Note: Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, a Lancelot fanfic?? My first smut?? Oh, yees. Also, I want to say that this is my first smut so this will be not be the best at the first time but, hey. Also, this is kind of what I imagine after my ordinary series? lmao. Hope you guys enjoy this bcz I miss writing Lancelot. Also, so sorry if this is so long bcz again, I have no zero self control. Also, someone plz give me holy water. Also, tagging those ppl bcz i want to see their reaction to this  😂
Tag list: @purerepelsdirt​ @weeping-redemption​ @parabatai-winchester​
Warnings: SMUT (obvs), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) fingering, oral (both female & male), soft smut but like also rough smut at the end?? 
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A sigh left your lips as the sky were in a midnight sky above you. Your exhausted tired eyes was looking at the path in front of you as you tried to keep your eyes open. After the battle with the trinity guards and the reader saved Lancelot from giving up and getting himself killed, the trio was now searching for a safe place to stay. 
After hours of riding, they found smoke as they rode closer, Squirrel spotted a cabin not to far from them. ‘’Y/n, Lancelot, look!’’ Squirrel exclaimed as your exhausted eyes looked up as you saw a cabin. You could feel your stomach growling and the warmth from Lancelot who had his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder. 
Everybody was pretty much exhausted from earlier as the horse stopped and Squirrel jumped off from the horse. You tied the rope around a tree or a branch before you helped Lancelot. You let out a grunt as you tried to lift him down on the ground as he had his arm around you. 
Squirrel ran towards the cabin as he knocked several times. A young woman with brown hair and brown eyes opened the door as she widened her eyes. ‘’Please, help us, my friend is hurt!’’ He pleaded the woman as Squirrel turned his look over to you and Lancelot. She could see how you struggeled to keep him up and he was about to close his eyes. 
The woman nodded as she and Squirrel ran towards you as she placed his other arm around herself. With the help of her, she led you into the cabin where she placed Lancelot on a bed. She began to patch Lancelot off as you looked at him with concerned eyes as his eyes were closed. 
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It has been several hours since you met up with the woman. It turned out that her name was Irina and she was a fey. You had gotten to know her under the time she was cooking a meal for you and Squirrel. ‘’He’s quite a chatty boy,’’ She chuckled along with you. 
You smiled softly when you saw Squirrel, sleeping peacefully on the bed for the first time in forever. The fireplace was lit up and you could feel the warmth spreading through your body. ‘’Yeah, he is, the only problem is that you can’t shut him up,’’ 
A silence passed by between you two before Irina looked at you with curious eyes. ‘’How did you three end up here?’’ You turned to her with the bowl and the spoon in your hands as you placed them at the table. You didn’t know if you could trust her that easily but your gut told you something else. 
‘‘That’s a story you get for another time,’’ You replied with a smile as you got up from your chair and towards Squirrel. He was placed on the couch in front of the fire place as you placed the blanket further to his body. Then, you walked towards the room where Lancelot was on the bed. 
Opening the door slightly, you walked inside the room as you closed the door behind you. You sat down on the edge of the bed as you held your hand on top of his. His eyes were closed and you were worried for him. 
Suddenly, you felt his fingers twitch as you watched him with hopeful eyes as his eyes started to open. Lancelot let out a small groan as his lips formed into a smile when he saw the familiar eyes. 
‘‘Irina! He’s awake!’‘ You shouted carefully to not wake Squirrel up as she ran towards the room. She examined Lancelot before she looked towards you. ‘‘He’s alright, all he needs is resting,’‘ She informed you as you nodded. ‘‘I’ll leave you two alone,’‘ She walked out of the room. 
‘‘Where are we?’‘ His horse voice ran through your ears are he tried to stip up. He winced towards the pain as you helped him up as you placed your hand on his bare back. ‘‘Don’t worry, we’re safe,’‘
‘‘Squirrel?’‘ He turned to look at you as he leanded against the wall as you could see the bare chest and not to stare at it. 
‘‘He’s asleep,’‘ 
‘’I was worried,’‘ You replied after a long silence. 
‘‘Of what?’‘
‘‘That you were gonna die,’‘ Lancelot reached out his hand as he cupped your cheek gently before he leaned in and started to kiss your lips. You sighed in plesaure since you had missed his touch. You brought your hands up to his neck as the two of you let go of each other and placed your forhead against each other. 
‘‘I missed you,’‘ You smiled towards the response. You looked at his eyes and it was indeed strange to see him without the cloak on. His hair was tied up but you could see his piercing blue eyes clear. ‘‘I missed you too,’‘ You replied before he started to kiss you again. 
For Lancelot, it seemed that he couldn’t stop kissing you, it was like an addiction that he needed more of you. He cupped both of your cheeks before going deeper into the kiss. Without letting go, you placed your legs between him as you sat now on top of him, digging him closer to your body. 
You could feel his hands on your waist before it landed on your shirt. Lancelot broke the kiss before he stared deep into your eyes. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he whispered. ‘’Yes,’’ Lancelot kissed you again, with more force before he started to take your shirt off. 
He tossed it over on the ground before the two of you were on the bed as he was above you. He began to kiss you on the neck as you let out a gasp as you could feel he was smirking on your neck. 
He began to take off your bra as he tossed it on the ground before he started to kiss every inch of your body. You felt exposed as you were about to cover yourself but Lancelot stopped you. ‘’Don’t,’’ 
You placed your arms next to you, slowly as Lancelot scanned over your beautiful body. ‘’You’re so beautiful,’’ He whispered as you could feel your cheeks go warm as he began to kiss you on your collar and then trail off down. 
You bit your lip when you could feel his wet kisses on your breasts as you felt his left hand on your breast squeezing it slightly. ‘’I want to hear you,’’ He murmured as he began to suck your nipple. You let out a moan of pleasure before he started to suck both of your breasts. 
You started to feel wet towards the actions he made you feel on your pussy. 
‘‘Lance...’‘ You whispered in pleasure as you could hear him groan. He did not waste another time to take off your pants and panties before he tossed it to the ground. He kissed you down on your stomach before he spread your legs apart. 
You felt so exposed to him that you almost wanted to hide but you wanted this with him. Lancelot leaned towards you as the two of you locked your eyes as he were asking for permission. You nodded as you felt him kiss your thigs and you began to gasp when you felt small kittens licks on your cunt. 
‘‘You’re already so wet for me,’‘ He muttered as you moaned out in pleasure as you gripped the sheets tighter. Lancelot began to dive in as you could feel the circulation movements with his tounge on your clit. 
As a response, you reached out as you gripped his head forecfully. You moaned towards the feeling. Without a warning, you could feel that he was entering one of his finger into your cunt. ‘’Lancelot...’’ You moaned louder as you could feel him stop as you let out a whine. 
‘‘Keep it quiet will you? Don’t want to wake Percival up,’‘ He smirked towards you as you were about to argue as he entered his finger inside you as you let out a moan. Lancelot kept going in and out slow at first to see if you could handle the pain. ‘‘Faster, please...’‘ You whimpered as you moaned and Lancelot smirked. 
He began to pump you faster as he leaned forward and started to kiss your neck. You gripped your hands onto his back as he let out a growl when you digged your nails on his back. You started to feel the unfamiliar knot starting to build on your stomach as Lancelot could feel your pussy be tighter around his finger. 
He began to pump you with a faster speed as you let out a gasp. ‘’Lancelot..’’ You moaned out loudly as he put his hand on your mouth as you began to tremble into orgasm. After some minutes, you fluttered your eyes open as you could see that Lancelot looked at you with a dark look. 
You swore that you heard a growl before he began to kiss you. You flipped him over as you was above him and placed his hands above. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He questioned you as you didn’t answer him when you took of his undies. 
You saw his member coming out straight as you widened your eyes. You didn’t knew that it supposed to be this big and long. You could feel his precum dripping down at his shaft. 
Before Lancelot could even ask again, he moaned when he felt your mouth around his cock. ‘’Y/n’’ He moaned when you bobbed your head up and down as you closed your eyes in delight. You licked his long member up to his tip as you began to tease him a bit which made him growl. 
Lancelot took a fistful hair as he gripped it tight and began to bob your head up and down as he sighed in pleasure. You started to go in a rythm with your hands and mouth. He started to go a faster speed as before he went deeper. You startet to gag as he lifted you up and looked at you with worried eyes. 
Before he could even start, you went down again. Lancelot could feel that he was so close to cum. He lifted you up as you looked at him with confusion. ‘’I want to feel inside you,’’ He mumbled before he flipped over as you could feel him stroke your wet cunt. He looked towards you. 
‘‘Are you sure?’‘ 
‘‘Yes,’‘ 
He began to enter you as you could feel the pain enter your body. You let out a gasp and a moan at the same time where you could hear Lancelot gasp towards the pleasure. ‘’God, you’re so tight and warm and wet,’’ He moaned before he turned to you again. ‘’You okay?’’
‘‘Yes, just... go slow...’‘ You responded. Lancelot began to pump you slowly as you felt the pain. He knew that you were tense and needed to relax so, he placed his hand on your clit as he began to move it with circulation movements. 
You felt the pleasure and pain at the same time as you let out a moan. You had your arms around him as you gripped it tighter. Then, after a few minutes, you started to feel pleasure and started to relax. 
‘‘Faster, lance,’‘ He could hear you mumble above him. Lancelot started to move a little faster which let you out a moan. But you wanted more. 
‘‘Faster,’‘ Lancelot tried to keep a faster movement before you sighed out in frusteration. ‘’For the love of gods, I’m not going to break, lance, faster!’’ Lancelot growled as he slammed into you deeper as you let out a moan. 
‘‘Fine, you want to see faster? I’m gonna show you faster,’‘ Lancelot growled into your hear as he began to pound into your pussy. ‘‘Lancelot...’‘ You moaned as he slammed into you deeper with a fast movement. ‘‘Is this what you wanted, y/n? To feel my cock slam into you deep tight pussy?’‘ 
‘‘Y-yes,’‘ You moaned as he growled. 
You started to feel the familiar knot form inside your belly. ‘’Lance, I think i’m gonna cum,’’ You moaned as he nodded. ‘’Me too,’’ He replied as he kept going faster before he slammed into you one last time as you could feel your orgasm explode and feel his cum fill your womb. 
The two of you breathed heavily before he took out of his cock out of you as you winced a little towards the feeling. He laid next to you as he placed his arms around your waist and cuddled next to you as the two of you drifted into a good sleep. 
**Someone please give me some holy water and I’m so sorry that this smut was so awful. 
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captainbucky-yt · 2 years
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“You’re not what I was looking for”
— The Weeping Monk x OC (female)
Chapter 62: son of Ban [x]
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Chapter Summary: Lancelot is reunited with the Ash folk and Ari prompts him to make a decision.
Content Warning: -/-
Masterlist: [x]
Taglist: @trenko-heart @nike90 @moonlightaura03 (let me know if you want to be added/removed)
Exert:
“Lancelot?” The man who had called him by his father’s name shuffled forwards, his brow pinching as he viewed him.
Lancelot swallowed convulsively. The patches of deep crimson beneath the man’s aged eyes were like Hector’s. It wasn’t possible. No others had survived. His throat went uncomfortably dry.
“By gods!" The man was overcome with recognition. "Lancelot, you are a man!”
The greying elder rushed forwards to him with his arms wide and welcoming but Lancelot stepped back, thrusting his hand out between them. The other palm ghosted over his sword instinctively in warning.
His eyes stung and his nose was stuffy. He did not know these people. All forty or so of them standing behind the one who’d called his name. But their discoloured fingertips and dark under-eyes said that he did. He had to.
They were Ash.
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everlastingdreams · 1 year
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Weeping Monk x Reader : The Forbidden Apple    Chapter 17
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Story Summary: Father Carden begins to notice how his Weeping Monk starts to question all he was raised to believe in. In an effort to distract him, he has his Red Brothers bring him a 'gift.' The Monk is skeptical when he hears of this, Father never just gave him gifts. But when the Monk enters his tent in the evening he understood what Father had meant by 'gift'. You, a fey girl, were the gift.
Chapter Title: Healing Hands.
Notes: Not to be an emotional loser, but it’s so nice reading what people like about this fic omg ;_;
Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Stockholm syndrome (?), lima syndrom (?). Rape threats, sexual assault, murder and violence. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Mention of menstruation.
Other warnings: ! Smut ! Jealousy. Enemies to lovers (?). Romance. Pining. Thigh grinding.
Word count of this fic: +140K
Chapter:  17 / 27
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Two days went by and the conversation you could have with the Ash Man was extremely limited to the point where you could only say things about his health.
Both Arthur and Red Spear demanded there were some of her raiders present in the infirmary room at all times to ensure the safety of both you and Pym.
Lancelot seemed to undergo it all without much protest, letting his wrists be bound together when alone or bound to the cot when being treated.
Privacy was non-existent in the room, two raiders were always guarding the door. And he doubted there were not more outside to keep an eye out for trouble. He had seen Percival only once in two days, he had grown attached to the child so easily and was even starting to miss his constant bluntness.
He kept quiet, cooperative with those who were giving him a chance in this new place with all these new people.
If given time, there must come a moment where he could speak to you in private again, right ?
Today this was not really possible, both you and Pym were trying to see if there were any internal injuries like broken bones. Even letting him walk around the room once to see if he could keep his balance.
As he sat motionless on the cot again, his hands held on to the edge of it, clearly showing that he was not going to lunge at someone all of a sudden. Sometimes he looked at the raiders near the door, noting that one of them was sweating and the other was so nervous that he had dropped his sword twice.
Were they supposed to protect you and the healer ?
“Can you raise your arm for me ?” You asked, focused on finding out whether any bone in his lower arm was broken.
In silence he obliged and raised his arm, glad to have the freedom to do so today.
You took it in your hands, trying to feel the bones inside but ended up distracted. He was muscular and when given the chance and excuse to find that out for yourself…
Mentally you were scolding yourself for it, it took longer then necessary. Your hands moved over his lower and upper arm, fingers digging in lightly while turning his arm and moving his elbow.
It took a moment before you realized both him and Pym were looking at you. And gods was it embarrassing…
Pym blinked, then asked “Uh…need help ?”
You blurted out “I can’t find the bones.”
Great…now they both thought you were acting weird…
She shuffled over to you to take over, mumbling “They’re in there.”
While taking a step back you stammered “Sorry…I meant.. I can’t feel if they are broken or not.”
Pym needed only a moment, basically commanding him “Move your fingers.”
He did as told, showing no signs of pain when doing so even if Pym was far less careful.
His focus glided back to you and how you looked rather flustered. The way your fingers had moved over his skin just now… he had seen enough healers to know the difference. Was it just your inexperience as one, or was it done on purpose ?
Still, he had to tilt his head down and bite back the smirk forming at seeing your innocent reaction.
One of the raiders called out to you and Pym “Could you inspect me for broken bones too ?”
Pym rolled her eyes at his nonsense, used to hearing the same teasing over and over again.
Quick as a whip, you answered “Before or after I tell the Red Spear of your request ?”
The raider swallowed his tongue right away, his captain would not appreciate it if he interrupted the working healer with his nonsense.
Pym pointed at the bandage across Lancelot’s chest while addressing you “You can take that bandage off, I’ll prepare a fresh one.”
With a nod, you quietly and shyly told him “Sit up, please.”
The difference between you and Pym was staggering. You asked him to cooperate, Pym practically commanded him.
He sat up, lifting his arms when needed so this could go smoothly, detecting your increasingly nervous state.
Helping him and putting on bandages when he was unconscious was very different to when he was awake. You felt ridiculously self-conscious when leaning over him to remove the old bandage. You had been close to him before, why was it difficult now ?
With trembling hands you tried to be as quick as possible.
A whisper coming from him reached your ears “It is alright.”
When your eyes locked on his, they were calm and you felt some of the anxiety fade away.
With a nod you continued, more patient this time.
Pym noticed the change “Do you want to put the new one on ?”
You held out your hand and she placed the fresh long pieces of cloth into your hand “I’ll try.”
She encouraged, sounding like she didn’t have a single doubt “You can do it.”
He had barely spoken a single word to Pym other then ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but he was already starting to appreciate her. It looked like you had found a friend and he was glad to see it.
It took two tries but you did manage to put the new bandage into place.
“Not too tight ?” You asked him while securing it.
He heard the uncertainty and wished you had more faith in yourself “You did well.”
It felt good to hear some praise and it put an instant smile on your face “Pym ?”
She looked at it for a second, then went to wash her hands “He’s right.”
Only then did you feel proud of having learned something new, you went ahead and offered him a clean undershirt, his previous one had been beyond saving “I got you a new shirt. Do you need help putting it on ?”
Of course he did not.
Lancelot gave a nod “Please.”
You only asked him out of politeness, not expecting him to actually need the assistance, highly doubting that he actually did…
It would have gone so much faster if he had just put on the shirt himself, thank heaven he had lied and had you near a moment longer.
After clumsily helping him put on the shirt, you took a step back “There you go. Pym and I will be leaving again, we’re told not to stay longer then necessary to help you. Don’t worry, Arthur and Red Spear will come around. You won’t be locked into this room forever, I promise.”
He wanted to say something but the raiders walked up and bound his wrists together again, you hated seeing this happen.
Pym noticed the look in your eyes, gently taking your hand in hers as she steered you away from the scene “Come on.”
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  It took a week before he was given his first chance at being outside of the infirmary room. Still they limited where he could or could not go, the Manblood was responsible for this.
The Green Knight was there to help and thanks to him he got just a bit more freedom.
His former attire had been ruined by the blood and he was given other clothes by the knight. A off-white shirt, a dark brown aketon along with a dark blue leather jerkin he could wear. The new cloak was still grey, but it looked the same as those worn by the people around him in Gramaire, perfect to keep some discretion.
No crosses on the fabrics this time…
He was permitted to walk around in the castle, but he was not to set foot outside, there was not enough trust build to do so.
So he walked around with Percival at his side inside the castle, glad to be on his feet again and out of the room for the first time since he was brought here.
You were busy drawing one of the maps while sitting by a window when you saw them walk nearby.
He sure wasn’t holy, but he had the patience of a saint when it came to the spirited boy.
Countless times you had heard from afar how the child asked him “Why ?” Whenever he told or asked something of him.
“Do not do that.”
“Why ?”
“Do not eat that.”
“Why ?”
Or your personal favorite…
“Do not take that.”
“Why ?”
“It is not yours…”
“It is if I take it.”
You had rarely seen him look so stunned before by the boy’s audacity. You had laughed upon overhearing it, sharing a sympathetic look with the man who went from being a monk to a father like figure.
It was hard to decided which was funnier, Lancelot’s flabbergasted reaction or the reaction of the boy when he told him that stealing was a ‘sin’.
From where you stood you could see that he had trouble reasoning with the child, Percival was known to be impressively stubborn.
As the Ash Man scolded the young boy for it, you couldn’t resist chipping in “That’s rich coming from the man who stole from a monastery and nuns.”
Percival could not believe his ears “You what ?!?”
He was not amused in the slightest.
Now the boy could use this against him “Thank you.”
You pretended not to notice the sarcasm “You’re welcome.”
Percival was almost appalled by the Ash Man’s ‘crime’ “Who steals from nuns ?!?”
Lancelot set his eyes on your face and never let them wander, reminding you why he had committed the sin “I had a good reason. I did not do it for myself.”
Sweetly, your head tilted a little “Lancelot is telling the truth. He stole from nuns to help me. I share in the blame.”
He refuted that “You do not.”
Percival stared up between you and the staring Ash Man, squinting his eyes “So, stealing is alright if it helps someone else ?”
He could not tell the boy that that was wrong “Sometimes.”
You spoke to the boy “Gawain told me he knighted you. A knight of the people does not steal from his people.”
To you the boy listened well, as if it was only out of sheer spite and to rile Lancelot up that he feigned not to understand his view, you respected that.
In the past week the raiders nor the Manblood had granted him a chance to speak to you privately and from the corner of his eyes he could always see at least two raiders keeping an eye on his every step.
Percival tried to get himself out of any trouble “I was just going to borrow it.”
Hmm, like he ‘borrowed’ whatever it was that he stole from your parents ?
You brushed something that looked to be grass from the boy’s arm, readjusting his jacket that somehow ended up looking very crooked “Remember what I told you, if you are hungry just tell me. I’ll make sure you get something to eat, alright ? Don’t steal. Ask.”
Percival got a little quiet when you concerned yourself over him and his clothing “Yes, y/n.”
Lancelot was watching you intensely, watching how you cared for the young boy, it warmed his heart to see it “Drawing again, I see ?”
You held the parchment up for them to see “Maps. As per Gawain’s request.”
The Green Knight saw you as a valuable asset, you had lived with the Red Paladins, seen what sort of weapons they had, how many there were…
And most of all you had been near Father Carden as they traveled. Heard him speak of the plans the Church had for the Fey and those Uther had too.
But it was when Arthur discovered your love for drawing that Gawain had asked you to become a map maker. Helping them document what areas were safe and which were not.
He reached for the parchment, noticing something “May I ?”
Without hesitation you gave him the map you had been working on for the past few hours.
Lancelot studied it for a moment, then pointed out “This bridge is continuously guarded by paladins. Does the Green Knight know this ?”
Your eyes widened, Gawain had not spoken of this “No, he doesn’t.”
He went to stand beside you, ignoring how two raiders got ready to interfere, pointing at the mill you mention on the map “This mill is burned, the area should be avoided by Fey.”
Percival was standing on his toes to look at the map the Ash Man was studying.
Gawain stood behind the three of you in silence along with Arthur, watching how the Ash Man helped point out what formed a danger to the Fey.
Arthur shared a look with Gawain, clearly not expecting to see the Weeping Monk help.
Gawain cleared his throat, drawing the attention “Lancelot, let’s go take a walk outside.”
Lancelot turned, frowning in response “Outside ?” eyes briefly landing on the Manblood “I was told it was prohibited.”
The Green Knight waved that away “Not anymore. Come on.”
Arthur said nothing as Gawain and the Ash Man walked past him, but he did look with you at the map and talked about what you had learned.
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  Everyone was staring at him, that was how it felt like at least.
He walked beside the Green Knight at a distance from those who had seen the two of them coming, a distance those same people had created to avoid coming face to face with him.
The Green Knight spoke with him “We need people who can fight. We need everyone we can get.” a sigh “But I will not force you. If you want to leave and find your own purpose then you may.”
Lancelot sights trailed off to Percival and you who were passing by not far from him “My purpose…”
Gawain saw where his attention had trailed off to, it was clear to him that the Ash Man had reasons enough to stay “It will not be simple, my friend. You will have to be strong, our people are yet to know the real you. Even I still have to learn.”
Did he himself even still know who he was ?
The knight was already planning ahead “Y/n told me you can hear The Hidden. That is something we need to put our attention on, they do not reach out to everyone. It is rare.”
The Ash Man walked right into the edge of a wheel from a wagon that was parked sideways, Gawain guessed that his attention was not solely on him.
The knight had to look away before he’d laugh at the Ash Man’s faltering, deciding to speak of this further once a certain woman and child were out of sight.
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  By evening, the Green Knight and Red Spear had given the people the order to not engage with the man formerly known as the ‘Weeping Monk’, it was the only way to ensure that somebody would not try to retaliate against him.
You were searching for him around the place, room after room, finally finding him outside.
You made eye contact from afar and smiled at him.
Finally you could have a moment to talk again, or so you thought…
“Ah, there you are !” Gawain startled you, placing an arm around your shoulders and steering you into a different direction “I found something that needs to be added to the maps.”
You threw a look at Lancelot over your shoulder who seemed to sigh deeply by the stolen chance.
Neither of you were happy with it.
The second time, later in the evening when you went to find him again, he was talking to Gawain. They were conversing and standing over the maps, he seemed to be sharing information needed to ensure safe traveling.
It didn’t stop you, not giving a damn anymore if anyone questioned why you did what you did.
“Good evening, y/n.” Gawain greeted with a friendly smile as you walked into the room.
You cast your eyes at him only briefly “Evening, Gawain.”
Lancelot took a second longer to greet you.
Without warning you embraced a startled Ash Man, ignoring the surprised look on the face of the Green Knight.
Gawain took the hint, it was impossible to miss “I’ll uh… give you a moment to talk.”
“Thank you.” You quickly said and he walked out of the room.
The second the door fell shut, Lancelot’s hand reached into the back of your hair while pulling you into his chest.
Finally.
The confession came from you without effort “I missed you.”
His own was spoken against your temple “And I you.” he leaned back, telling you what had transpired that day “I believed you were dead. Father had given the order without my knowledge, I found the cross…”
Stating the obvious “That wasn’t me.”
It was a rare thing to see him smile and you locked the one he had on his face now away in your memory forever.
His hand was restless as it caressed your cheek, your jaw and neck…
Like he couldn’t believe you were really actually there.
It’s movements slowed down when it settled for your cheek, thumb brushing over it and even over your nose “What happened that day ?”
You recalled that horrible day “I tried to save Gawain, they caught me. Dragged me off into the woods to… I saw that cross too.” if only you could erase that memory “I fought them, I ran. Like I promised.”
He fell silent, recalling how upset you had been when learning of the Green Knight’s torture that day, never expecting you to risk your life to safe him.
Before he could put too much thought to it, he brushed his lips to your forehead, resting his own against yours after “I-…” everything he wished to say got stuck in his throat “I am so sorry, y/n.”
Could he even ask for forgiveness ?
Sending him a soft smile, you put to rest the fear he held regarding it “You did what you were taught was right and you were brave enough to leave behind everything you knew when learning the truth. We are both starting over again here.”
He took your hands in his, thoughts slipping out through his mouth “Together ?”
Together ?
Gawain entered the room again and Lancelot released your hands and clasped his own behind his back “Sorry. Lancelot, I need you outside.”
He gave a nod, hoping the knight would give him another moment, which he did not.
After seeing his hesitation to go with Gawain, you whispered just loud enough “We are here now, aren’t we ?”
Back then you had meant it, if he had wanted to leave the Church but could not return to the Fey then you would have stayed with him regardless.
He was the only one you had, the first friend…
Gawain cleared his throat when the Ash Man seemed to forget he was even in the room with the two of you.
It was you diverting your attention between them that made him snap out of it.
Finally he went to follow the Green Knight who had been impatiently waiting for him.
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thiswasstarkslydia · 4 years
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i see lots of people already talking about nimue x weeping monk, saying that they have more chemistry than nimue x arthur without having sharing any scene yet, etc
but hear me out !!!!!!!!
weeping monk x green knight / [redacted] x gawain............ being the mlm knights we deserve......... raising squirrel or [redacted] together...... following the enemies to friends to lovers trope...... many thots head full
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The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 3
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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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jplupine · 8 months
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In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 12
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Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC] Word Count: ~3.4k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Blood and Injury, Murder
Summary: Peace doesn't last with the Red Paladins around.
You can also read it on AO3!
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Masterlist | Chapter 12:
  Waking up the next morning, I found Lancelot still there in my arms. He had his head resting on my bicep while his arm was draped over my side. His slow, warm breath hit my chest, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
  Last night crept back into my mind, including the confessions and promises made. He said I'd never be alone again if I stayed with him, and I believed him. But I also knew this was going to be difficult.
  Lancelot was still the Weeping Monk to most others. He was still frightening to them, and only time would tell whether or not that fear remained. Going to the Fey with him in tow meant facing one challenge after another.
  But he was willing to do it.
  Gently running my fingers through his hair, I softly kissed his forehead. My mind was made up regardless. I was leaving with Squirrel and Lancelot and letting go of my past to move on.
  The man stirred as I was tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He took in a slow breath as his eyes opened, and when he looked up at me, I was caught in a trance. I couldn't look away from his beautiful eyes surrounded in darkness.
  "Sleep well?" I asked, and Lancelot's lips turned up in a small smile.
  "Yes." His nose brushed against mine, and my tail reacted to the sweet gesture by softly wagging. "How are you feeling?"
  "Must you ask?" I scoffed, and he chuckled. "I could get used to this."
  "What?"
  "Sharing a bed." Trailing my fingers over his jaw, his eyes seemed to shine brighter.
  "In general, or with me specifically?"
  "With you." My fingertips brushed over his bottom lip as I enjoyed the closeness between us. Lancelot gently grabbed my hand before bringing his face closer to mine. He was going for a kiss, but both of us froze when we heard footsteps crunching in the snow and getting closer to the tent.
  I saw him look toward the opening of the tent before pulling away. My ears flicked back with the absence of his warmth. Lancelot was on his feet and fetching the green cloak just before the flaps of the tent were opened.
  "Good. You're up." Squirrel had food with him and tossed me some bread. "Odhran's been like a fussy baby since last night."
  "What?" My brows furrowed.
  "Whatever you said to him pissed him off plenty." Squirrel was now looking at Lancelot. "When you two didn't come back, Arthur had to stop him from going into the woods after you. He's still grumpy."
  "Yeah. Some....serious things were said." I muttered before taking a bite out of the bread.
  "Don't expect me to apologize." Lancelot said firmly while pulling the cloak's hood over his head.
  "I don't. He'd know it's fake."
  "So what did you say?" Squirrel asked with a raised brow.
  "Something you shouldn't worry yourself about." Lancelot replied, and Squirrel rolled his eyes. He tossed some food to the Ash Man, and he caught it.
  "I'm not a little kid."
  "You don't need to know everything, Percival."
  "Speaking of, there is something you should know." I spoke up, and Squirrel looked at me. "I've changed my mind. I'll be going with you and Lancelot." The boy's eyes widened.
  "Really?"
  "Really." I nodded.
  "What about your cave? And Odhran?"
  "There's not much for me back in that cave, and I'm sure Odhran can travel home safely on his own."
  "That's not what I meant." Squirrel had a more serious tone, and the tent was quiet for a second.
  "I've told you before. He's only a friend."
  "You should tell him that."
  "I will."
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  I was picking winter plants in the woods surrounding the camp, and Odhran had joined me. It had been mostly quiet so far, and we were both aware of the tension in the air.
  Moving the snow to the side, I plucked some leaves from the weed growing under a bush. I was racking my brain trying to think of how best to tell Odhran my change in plans. However, before I could figure it out, he spoke up first.
  "I'm not stupid, Devin." His words made my ears perk up.
  "What?"
  "I know you still have no interest in me. I just...." He sighed while collecting fallen pine needles. "I hoped that would change after you saw the man I'd become. And, to be honest, seeing how close you are with that monk....it made me jealous."
  "Odhran-"
  "I don't want you to feel pressured. Seeing you unhappy and forcing yourself to do something you don't want to would hurt more." Odhran didn't look at me even as he scooped snow out of the way to find more needles.
  "I'm sorry. I wish you could find the happiness you seek, but it won't be with me. You deserve better."
  "I want your honesty, Devin. Don't be scared to tell me the truth. I'd rather hear it than see the struggle in your eyes."
  "I guess we were both a little foolish."
  "Yes. We were." He softly chuckled and finally looked at me. "Even if you do not love me, I still hold our friendship dearly."
  "You're a good man with a fine head on your shoulders. I doubt you'll be alone for long." I smiled.
  "Thank you. I must ask, though. You are aware of how the monk feels, are you not?" Odhran looked me in the eye, and I sighed while averting my gaze. "I haven't been around long, but I can see it. I recognize the way he looks at you."
  "I didn't think it was that noticeable."
  "It might not be to the man-bloods, but it is to me. That hard expression of his softens when you're around. And how he acts when you praise him." Odhran scoffed.
  "I didn't know you were so observant of Lancelot."
  "Jealously makes one keen to such small things." Odhran sighed while shaking his head. "I also noticed how you relax in his presence. You trust him."
  "I do."
  "....Do you love him?"
  "I-"
  "Be honest. I deserve that much from you." His tone remained calm, and I ran a hand through my hair.
  "Please, don't hate me."
  "I don't think I ever could."
  "But I keep hurting you."
  "Devin, you don't keep hurting me. Your heart just leads in a different path. I've been clinging to the idea of you, and I know that." He looked at me again while slightly tilting his head. "So, why?"
  "Why what?"
  "Why do you love that monk? I know it's not just his pretty face."
  "If he could hear you calling him pretty." I chuckled before fiddling with a twig. "You know, I tore him down several times to put distance between us and to make him feel bad for the things he's done. And yet....it strangely seemed to bring us closer. He bared his heart at his weakest moments. He accepted me at my worst. I saw how he cares for Squirrel. Even Goliath."
  "You saw more than a monster."
  "I did. I wanted to deny it, but I did."
  "I wish I could disagree. Maybe it'd be easier if I could."
  "What do you mean?"
  "How he looks out for you and Squirrel. He holds you both dearly." Odhran sighed while looking into the woods. "No man that doesn't care would put himself before an angry Wolf Folk and stand his ground the way he did."
  "You truly aren't mad?" I asked, and Odhran shook his head.
  "How can I be? He treats you well and makes you happy. I can see that much." There was a quiet pause before he spoke again. "Do you really plan on just letting him go, though? You may never see him again if you go back to that cave."
  "About that.... I actually changed my mind."
  "Good."
  "Good?" My brows furrowed as I looked at him. He sighed through his nose as one of his ears flicked.
  "Devin, you're Wolf Folk. You go back to that cave by yourself, and you'll only be in pain again. You'll be filled with regret and loneliness, and probably stuck in the past once more. It's time we both moved on."
  "Will you tell my family?"
  "Only what you want me to." He replied, and I thought about it for a second.
  "....Tell them I finally got the courage to take the first step."
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  Odhran left that night to head back home. Putting things out in the open with him had seemingly lifted a weight from both of our shoulders. He even wished me well on my travels.
  I wished him well on his, and he disappeared into the woods while waving over his shoulder.
  The next day, the last group of refugees arrived. However, as we were packing up camp to head to The Red Spear's ship, the paladins had found us.
  Chaos quickly spread as the Red Paladins set fire to the tents still erected. People were running and screaming as Arthur was shouting orders for the Fey to follow the Vikings to safety.
  Squirrel had been with me when the attack happened, and I never let go of his hand. I didn't want him lost in this madness. My eyes wildly searched the clearing, jumping from face to face to try and find Lancelot.
  He was nowhere in sight, and I could feel the panic setting in.
  A paladin on horseback came riding toward us with his sword raised. I pulled Squirrel behind me before flashing my claws and baring my fangs. I snarled with my hackles and tail raised, and snapping my jaws caused the horse to rear back in fear.
  The animal knocked off the rider while bucking before bolting in the opposite direction. The Red Paladin quickly got to his feet, and I grabbed my ax. Squirrel drew his sword as well, and the paladin swung at him.
  I caught the edge of his sword with the curve of my ax before swinging outward. The man was thrown off center and left wide open. My claws tore through his throat, causing blood to spray as he fell to the ground.
  Dragging Squirrel with me, we kept moving as I continued to search the crowd. I could hear Arthur shouting in the distance and Vikings giving war cries. My ears swiveled as I tried to search through all of the noise.
  I heard heavy hoofbeats before seeing the black horse rearing up while crying out. Goliath crushed one paladin beneath his front hooves before kicking another one behind him. Lancelot was in the saddle and swinging his sword with deadly precision.
  My ears turned back, and I swung my ax at the man that tried to run up behind us. The sharp edge sank deep into the side of his head, and I wished Squirrel didn't have to see such violence. However, he likely saw worse when his own village had been destroyed.
  Yanking my ax free, another Paladin came running from the right with a war cry. Before he could reach us, an arrow struck him in the chest. He went down with wheezing breaths as blood gushed from his mouth. The arrow had punctured a lung and possibly more since he wasn't getting back up.
  "Hurry!" Arthur nocked another arrow, and I pushed Squirrel in his direction.
  "But Lancelot-!" The boy tried digging his feet into the ground.
  "He's buying us time! Get moving!" Arthur ordered before letting the arrow loose on another paladin.
  "We can't leave him!"
  "You'll only get in his way." Arthur grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn in the direction everyone was fleeing in.
  "How did they even find us?" I questioned, and the man looked around while drawing another arrow.
  "I think they followed the last group. They may not have covered their tracks well enough." He shot a paladin about to kill a Tusk, and the Fey managed to get away.
  Once we reached the boat, Arthur was hauling Squirrel aboard even as the boy was kicking and screaming. It was then that I turned back.
  "Devin!"
  Running past burning tents and dead bodies, I followed the sounds of battle to find Lancelot surrounded. He was fighting, and I saw a Red Paladin aiming an arrow at him.
  With a snarl on my face, I swung my ax down and cut through the arrow and bow. The string snapped, and the paladin screamed from it hitting his eye. I killed another by throwing my ax, and his body fell from the back of his horse as the animal ran away.
  Steel clashed against steel just a few yards away, and I climbed up a tree to the lowest branch before pouncing on another paladin. I dragged him down with me off his horse, and we hit the ground. My claws tore through his robes as I viciously growled and ripped his throat apart with my fangs.
  I didn't let go until he stopped moving, and hot blood dripped from my chin. Looking up, my hackles were raised as I locked eyes with another paladin.
  He reeked of fear as he was breathing quickly and holding up a sword in shaking hands. Squirrel had mentioned before how the Red Paladins had yet to come across any Wolf Folk, so it was likely this was his first time encountering a Fey such as myself.
  I could see it in his eyes. He thought me a true devil as I bared my bloody fangs. The cold air showed my breath as a low growl rumbled deep in my chest.
  Staying low, I got closer as he stepped back. I rushed him, and he screamed while raising his sword over his head. Diving between his legs, he missed, and I mule-kicked the back of his knees to make him fall. Taking the dagger from the side of his belt, I buried it to the hilt in his neck and twisted.
  Turning around, I was met with the tip of a sword aimed at my heart. I looked at Lancelot as he looked at me, and we were both panting.
  "Why did you come back?"
  "I couldn't leave you."
  "You're unarmed."
  "I'm never unarmed with teeth and claws such as mine." I said while placing my hand on his sword to lower it. The rush of battle dissipated with no more Red Paladins in sight.
  "Where is Percival?"
  "With Arthur on the ship. Which may not wait for us, so we must hurry." He turned away from me and whistled to call Goliath. He mounted the horse first before holding his hand out to me. Accepting the offer, Lancelot then pulled me into the saddle with him.
  Goliath raced through the destroyed camp, and I clung to the saddle. Lancelot took one hand off the reins to wipe my face with his sleeve. He was cleaning the blood from my face before we reached the boat.
  When we reached the coast, Goliath finally slowed before going up the wooden ramp. The order to leave was shouted, and there was no turning back now.
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  Sitting next to Lancelot quietly, I was wrapping a clean strip of cloth around the wound on his forearm. He kept his eyes on the ground the entire time.
  "Do you think me a devil again?" I quietly asked, and he finally looked at me.
  "What?"
  "What you saw today. Do you think me a devil again?"
  "No. You showed another part of your nature." He spoke softly while watching my hands tie the cloth.
  "As did you. Your actions saved many lives, Lancelot."
  "And yours saved mine."
  "You know, an actual healer could do better work than this."
  "The healer is busy tending to the others. Your work has also kept me alive thus far." He smirked, and I scoffed.
  "I think you're just too stubborn to die."
  "Only when I have a reason to live." Lancelot looked at me, and my ears turned back at the implication. He leaned closer before speaking quieter as he tilted his head to the side. "'Cause me to hear thy loving-kindness in the morning, for in thee do I confide; make me to know the way wherein I should walk, for unto thee do I lift up my soul.'"
  "You must be feeling rather bold to make such a declaration."
  "We are alone in the galley." His face was even closer now, and my gaze dropped to his lips. "You helped me. Now I must show my gratitude." Lancelot brushed his lips over mine. My heart beat quicker, and he kissed me.
  He was slow and deliberate while sliding his fingers over the back of my neck to pull me closer. I rested my hands on his chest and felt how his heart was pounding. He nipped my bottom lip while softly growling, and a delightful shiver went up my spine.
  "Did I ever thank you for coming back for me?"
  "No."
  "Please, forgive me. I shall rectify that." He kissed me again before pulling away by only a few centimeters. "Thank you." Lancelot's lips were so warm and soft, and I was drowning in the bliss of his kisses.
  However, we pulled away from each other when we heard footsteps against creaking wood. Swallowing, I tried to calm down as much as possible so that whoever was coming wouldn't know what had just happened. Picking up another strip of cloth, I grabbed Lancelot's arm and placed it on the galley table to cover the cut on his shoulder.
  Guinevere walked in and seemingly took a second to observe us. Lancelot had his back to her, but she could clearly see my face from where she stood.
  "If it's not too much, do you mind helping the healer when you're done here?"
  "I'm nearly finished." I nodded, and she walked closer.
  "So I see. And a good job it is." She said while looking at Lancelot. His expression was unreadable as he looked up at her from the galley bench. "I also want to personally thank you. By holding back the Red Paladins, we were able to save most of the Fey in camp."
  "And the Vikings?" Lancelot asked.
  "Most survived as well. It will be known how your efforts helped us."
  "That is unnecessary-"
  "It is. Fighting for the Fey is how you gain their trust. How else do you plan to continue to care for Squirrel if you remain an outcast?" Her tone was steady and firm. Guinevere was looking at Lancelot as a fellow warrior to respect rather than hate.
  It was a step in the right direction.
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  The trip to the Fey safe haven took longer than expected, and several had gotten sick along the way. I became busy as the healer's assistant since there was only one for dozens of passengers. I hardly had a moment to myself, and when the ship docked, we were unloading those still sick first to get them better treatment.
  Thankfully, no one had died during our travel across the water. Fey and Vikings were bustling about as several families were crying with joy from being reunited. Parted lovers were kissing in the street, and parents were clinging to their children.
  The animals were unloaded after the people, and several were herded toward stalls while others were returned to their owners.
  The put-together refugee village was built around what looked to be the ruins of a castle. The castle wasn't too destroyed, though, and was being used to house Fey temporarily until a place of their own was made. This system seemed efficient enough since I'd seen several houses and even a market just beyond the docks.
  When I finally got to the room I'd be staying in, I immediately crashed into the bed. It creaked from the sudden shift in weight, then quieted after I pulled my legs up after me. I was exhausted.
  Not really getting a moment to myself in weeks meant I had hardly even rested. I'd been on high alert and trying to help the sick every waking moment. But now that they were in the proper care of several healers, my help was no longer needed.
  I could finally rest. However, I wasn't sure how long that would last given it was spring again. I was glad the boat ride hadn't been longer, or my predicament would've been much worse off.
  Sighing, I curled up and pushed my worries away for now. Drifting off to sleep, I pulled the grey cloak I wore around me tighter.
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