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salliesimpkins · 1 year ago

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“I like you a lot”

Isaac lahey x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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everlastingdreams · 7 months ago

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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 5

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: The Fall Of Embers

Notes: !!!!!!PLEASE NOTE, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT!!!!!

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. !!!!Self-harm!!!. !!!Suicidal thoughts!!!. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 5/47

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!!!!!!PLEASE NOTE, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT!!!!!

You were in that tent alone for hours, dozing off into sleep when the sun no longer sneaked into the tent. Even when the Monk finally entered his tent late at night, your eyes felt too heavy to look. By the time you opened them, time had clearly past. He was sleeping on his cot. You were glad to have avoided conversation after that encounter earlier. This was no place for you, one hell had traded itself for another. The paladins who had brought you back there had used a rope of poor quality to bind you to the pole, it even smelled rotten. You continued to move the rope against the wood, just as you had done during those hours alone. Finally the last strand of the rope broke and set you free, you sat still for a while, debating on where to go from here. Carefully you got up from the ground and moved towards the sleeping Monk, his hand was resting on the swords he had put down beside him, taking those would surely wake him. So you decided to steal one of the small daggers still resting at his waist. A cold sweat formed on your back during the moment it took to steal the dagger, but you had a lethal weapon in your hand as a reward. Then his hand shot out and grabbed your sleeve, you stumbled back and his hold faltered, he was on his feet fast. You cowered away, he stood between you and the exit. He didn’t even reach for his swords yet, like he was certain he could overpower you without them, it filled you with dread.

“Don’t come any closer!” you warned, pointing at him with the dagger.

His brow arched arrogantly, that dagger was no match for him and you both knew it.

You turned the blade and pointed it at your own heart. “Let me leave.”

His eyes dropped to the dagger, then snapped back up to your face. “I cannot let you leave. Hand over the dagger.”

Despair crashed into you, consuming what little hope that had kept you going. The Monk had gotten closer. The dagger felt like the only thing keeping your thoughts together. You had moved the blade before doubt could set in again.

He had never moved so fast before. His hand was partly on yours, stopping the dagger from going into your chest, when he felt resistance his other came to wrap around the blade. It cut into his palm slightly.

“Stop!” he ordered, standing behind you, arms around to be able to push the dagger forward and away with his strength.

His order gave no resolution, you only grew angrier, desperate…

His breath touched the side of your head, his voice much gentler than it had been. “Stop.”

The tears you had kept contained broke free, your struggle lessened, your voice cracked, “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

He plucked the dagger from your hands and tossed it far out of reach, still his hold on you remained as he could feel you crumble apart.

“Why?” he quietly asked.

“There is no point to it.” You heaved through the sobs.

The Monk was quiet for a while, he held on, refusing to let you flee from his hold. You had grabbed hold on his sleeve, hating how deep down your soul welcomed the touch even from someone like him.

“Is that what the sellsword wants you to believe?” he asked.

You didn’t answer.

His breath went passed your cheek. “I have seen the fight in you, I saw it again just now. You are not surrendering to the fight, you are searching for a reason to keep fighting.”

“I don’t have a reason.” You tried to control your breathing.

“Then have this as one,” He took a breath, “You and I may be the only ones left alive of the Ash Folk. I believe your survival means that you are meant for a greater purpose.”

“To serve the Church?” It came out colder.

“Perhaps.” He made you turn to face him. “I know you desire to belong. Manblood, Feyblood, not belonging to either kind but dangling right in the middle. I believe your place could be here.”

You were still calming down and oddly enough the Monk’s presence now helped, those eerie voices in your ears were noticeably softer. Was it because the blood of the Ash Folk ran through him too that you felt a strange connection to him?

“My place isn’t here.” It was a whisper as you shook your head a little.

He breathed out a sigh and finally let go off you, he looked towards the dagger on the ground then at the small cut on his palm. “You could have killed me as I slept…”

It slipped out of your mouth, “I was trying to escape, not slaughter a monk.”

He pointed out the flaw in that, “I would not have been able to stop you if you had.”

“I regret it.” The bold statement fell out of you.

The Monk appeared surprised to hear you say it, a slight smirk formed on his face. “You are not done fighting.”

It was said with a pinch of admiration and it was enough to help find a little hope within yourself.

“How did you free yourself from those ropes?” he asked.

You pointed at them. “Can’t you smell it? They’re rotten.”

Was the arrogance intentional? He did not know. But he did enjoy how innocent you had looked whilst saying it. Perhaps he could toss some wood onto that fire…

“Those ropes were very close to you.” he said, unblinking.

It took only two counts for you to understand the insult in his excuse. And then you did something you never thought you were brave enough for. You gave him a shove, he hadn’t seen it coming and was almost imbalanced for a second. “If I smell, it is because I’ve been bound and unable to bathe!”

He actually chuckled. The Weeping Monk chuckled. With wide eyes you stared at the one who might have purposely riled you up.

Realization hit. “You said that just to anger me…”

“There is still fire in you.” he stated, not even slightly angry for the shove.

You took a step away from him.

“You do not smell, but perhaps bathing will offer you some comfort?” He saw no threat in it.

Was he really asking? By the way he was waiting for an answer, he must have been.

“How?” you asked.

“There is a river near here.” he suggested.

“But…” You stopped.

He tilted his head, “But what?”

You explained the problem. “You want me to bathe in a river, with my hands bound and without dry clothes to change into afterwards.”

The Monk blinked, then cleared his throat. “I believe I can arrange some clothes. As for your hands, I could make an exception.”

You were wary of it, “What sort of exception?”

He set the terms. “The rope stays on as we travel there, once at the river I will remove them long enough for you to bathe.”

“You trust me not to swim off?” you blurted it out.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I know your scent now. Wherever you would go, it would only be a matter of time before I find you again. And when I do, I would remember the time you broke the trust I gave you tonight.”

It was a warning. This speck of trust must have been hard for him to give. “I agree with your terms.”

He gave a sharp nod. “Go to the pole.”

With some reluctance, you did as asked. And he tied your hands to the pole, not with a rotten rope this time, while you stood.

“Wait here.” He turned to walk out of the tent, then stopped after two steps when realizing what he had said. When he looked over his shoulder he saw the glare send his way.

Your tone was prickly. “Don’t mind me, I’m not going anywhere.”

There was just the faintest hint of a smile on his mouth, but he turned away before you could be sure.

Not much later he returned with clothes, a spare set, trousers and a shirt… they must have anticipated you needing it.

He held them up for you to see. “Change into these fresh clothes after the river.”

You nodded in agreement.

“We go now.” he said.

Bathing in the dark of night with a stranger nearby was a little unnerving to think of. Still, you let him guide you out of that tent and to his horse. Until then it hadn’t crossed your mind that he would be riding there, probably to make sure to be back soon.

“Mount.” He moved you to the saddle.

It was easier said than done with your wrists bound together and while wearing a dress, thankfully the skirt of it was wide and long enough. You clumsily climbed into the saddle then to the spot a little in front of it. The Monk on the other hand hoisted himself up into the saddle effortlessly and took place behind you. You tensed up completely when his arms came around your form to take the reins. For a Monk, he was not so reserved to be close. And as you rode towards the river, you wondered why he would even allow you to bathe at all, it was known that the paladins would rather see Fey-kind burn than help them.

“Are you hoping the sin will wash off of me?” You kept your eyes on the path ahead.

The Monk’s response took a moment to come, “Are you?”

You were a bit defensive. “No. Because I have none.”

There was a huff of air, “You stole from a priest.”

Alright… he may have had a point there…

“You let me keep the ring…” you mumbled through your teeth.

“Because I believed you to be an innocent person who was forced to steal. Not a thief.” he said.

Was he truly so scorned about that? Anger boiled inside of you. “I wasn’t lying when I said that Cassian forced me to steal!”

The Monk kept quiet, it somehow only made you angrier. That silent judgment…

You spat out the words in fury, “You think I’m just some thief, that I chose to live like this! I never had a chance to choose, I was taught to be quiet and obey!”

“Do you fear the sellsword so much?” He didn’t sound condescending.

You were done with this conversation.

“And your father? You spoke of him. He must disapprove of how his son behaves.” he asked.

Your voice was very quiet, “Where do you think Cassian learned it…”

He had to strain his ears to hear it, but he had heard it.

After a brief silence, he asked, “Who is your father?”

“Lord Aldith of Ravenwick.” you answered.

The small rise in his tone was audible, “Lord?”

With a nod you confirmed it. “He rules over the village.”

He was piecing the puzzle of your life together, piece by piece. “When we met, you said that stealing was necessary to ‘earn your meal’, am I correct to assume that your father expects you to steal even though he is wealthy?”

You nodded.

The Monk was prying the truth out of you. “Is your brother given the same treatment?”

“No. He is his son.”

To him it didn’t seem to make sense. “And you are his daughter.”

You sighed a bit. “My father only wanted sons, so he wishes a daughter was never born.”

What the Monk said next was unexpected. “If he did not want to risk having a daughter, he should have abstained.”

Your eyes widened slightly, then you heard the river’s stream nearby.

He halted his horse. “We walk the rest of the way.”

He dismounted first, then gave some aid to get you to the ground as well. You knew the risk that dress posed and refused the help, seeing him from up at you.

“Dismount.” He grew wary, perhaps he thought you were going to ride off.

You hated having to ask. “I will, but you should step back a bit.”

“Why?”

Hated. Really hated. “Because when I dismount, the odds are high this dress will reveal more than I wish to share. I barely prevented it when I mounted.”

It clicked in his mind right away, he cleared his throat and took a step back, looking off to the side until your feet were on the ground.

“I spared you from the sin.” you said dryly. “You’re welcome.”

He ignored it. With one hand he held the reins, with the other the rope that was attached to the one on your wrists. He retrieved the clothes from the saddle bag, handing them to you to carry, then he began to head towards the river.

The moonlight reflected in the river’s stream, the Monk took the clothes from you again and removed the rope from your wrists.

“Do not flee.” He turned you to the river with your elbow.

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to get into the water, you took the opportunity with open arms and were in the river seconds later. The water was just a bit too cold, but it had been a while since you had the chance to bathe like this. For just a little while your mind was distracted from all the bad things around you, even the Monk. You splashed the water up to your face, pouring it over your head to wash your hair. The dress was completely soaked. The Monk made a small bonfire to keep his hands warm. You looked over at him, quietly wondering why he wasn’t getting irritated that you were taking so long. But he kept his attention on the small fire mostly, only looking your way once or twice to see if you hadn’t swam off yet. The fresh clothes laid close to the fire, warming up for you to wear. A shiver had settled into your bones, the temperature of the water was getting the better of you.

The Monk had probably noticed it, because he beckoned for you to get out of the water. “It is time to head back.”

You walked out of the river, letting the water pass through your fingers as long as they could touch it. It wasn’t until you were close to the fire that you noticed how hard he was trying to keep his attention on the grass. The wet fabric of the dress was stuck to your skin, and your face heated up at the realization. The Monk gestured to the clothes just next to the fire, you moved to take them.

Wind went through the fire, pushed the flames in your direction and caused them to lick the skin of your hand. You don’t know what frightened you more, being burned or seeing the flame turn green upon contact. A loud gasp of fright forced it’s way out of you, then everything happened so fast.

The Monk responded immediately, he grabbed you by the arm and brought you to the river, he forced your hand into the water and held it there.“Does it hurt?”

A frown formed on your forehead, it wasn’t hurting… why wasn’t it hurting?… “I don’t… no.”

Maybe he thought it was the shock that dulled the pain, because he didn’t let you pull your hand from the water to inspect it, “How did you do that?”

Had he not seen the same thing you had? “I just wanted to grab the clothes, but then the wind blew the flames to me.”

“That is not what I meant. You changed the flames, I saw it.”

“I didn’t.”

“Do not lie.” his voice got deeper, a warning.

“I’m not lying!” your voice wavered just a little, hating to be called a liar while speaking the truth.

His eyes scanned your face for a moment, then focused on your hand as he pulled it out of the water. He should have looked more surprised to find no burns on your skin, but he truly wasn’t.

The fire that lived in his dreams, causing comfort instead of fear… had come from your hands.

He turned your hand over, inspecting the unscathed skin of your palm.

“I don’t know what that was…” you whispered, fearing the response yet to come.

The Monk let go of your hand and rose to his feet. “Change your clothes. We return now.”

You looked up at him a little lost but did as he asked. He watched closely when you reached for the clothes on the ground again to change into them, expecting to see it happen again. But you were far more cautious now, the fact that you hadn’t burned your hand yet didn’t mean that it couldn’t happen. The Monk was still looking, as if he was trying to decipher you.

“Could you… uhm…” You lost the courage to ask him to turn around.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and gave a shallow nod when he understood what you were asking, he turned around and faced away. You changed rapidly into the dry warm clothes, the trousers fitted well but the shirt was a little too big, you took some of the excess fabric on the side and made a knot in it.

“I’m done.” you informed him.

He turned around and came closer to bind your wrists with the ropes again. He hadn’t asked any more questions about what had happened just moments ago, you didn’t know if you had to be relieved or worried. What would happen if they began to see you as a threat? What if he knew that you heard whispers in your ears almost daily?

The Monk made you mount his horse again and got into the saddle right after as well. The silence between you felt suffocating, you had so many questions running through your head. Why had those flames changed upon touching you? Why hadn’t they burned you? Why was he so quiet?… The answers would have to wait, because he was determined to get back to the paladin camp in as little time as possible and he spurred the horse on to canter.

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Back at the paladin camp he told you to be quiet and not say a word until back in the tent. And the moment you set foot in the tent with him, the questions he must have prepared were fired at you.

He was tying you back to that pole by the waist. “Have you ever seen that kind of fire before?”

You shook your head, sitting on the ground again. “No. And I’ve never put my hands into fire by accident before either.”

“Do you know what it is?” He stood in front of you now, hands folded behind his back and the same look of intrigue in his eyes still.

You shook your head again. “Do you?”

He was of the Ash Folk, there was a possibility he knew more of them than you did.

“I do.” he said. “It is called ‘Fey Fire’.”

“But… what does it mean?” You hoped to learn what it was that had happened.

The Monk was quiet for a moment. “Fey Fire has not been seen in centuries, it is thought to be extinct. It is fire born of magic.”

You knew exactly what happened to those with magic when the paladins found out, you didn’t want to be cleansed in some horrible way. “I have no magic.”

The fear in your voice was clear to hear.

“You must have.” He stepped closer and knelt down to your height, you flinched a little.

You shook your head, denying what he believed to be true. “Please… I never used any magic. I wouldn’t even know how.”

His voice was more gentle now, “I believe you. Do not fear. I believe Father will be pleased to learn of this.”

You frowned at him. “Pleased?”

He gave a small nod. “Yes. Your abilities are a valuable asset to us.”

“I am not your asset.” You didn’t want to hear it.

“Your conscience is stopping you from seeing what must be done.” The Monk said. “Those Fey you defended when we met, refused to do the same for you. They left you to die at my hands, and I spared you.”

Were you supposed to be grateful that he hadn’t murdered you that day? “At least I still have a conscience.”

He stood up from the ground, jaw tense. He went over to his cot and plucked a small book from it which he put right into your hands.

“What is this?” you asked.

“The scriptures.” he answered. “They may offer you the answers you seek.”

Another attempt to corrupt you, your brow arched high, “Do these help you?”

He didn’t answer and went to his cot again, taking seat after removing his cloak and putting his swords down on it.

You put the book down in your lap and looked over at him. “I wasn’t raised with any religion. My brother mocked whoever spoke of a divine power.”

And your father would never have allowed another to influence you instead of him…

“The sellsword…” he spoke under his breath, sighing. “I do have a personal dislike for your brother. He threatened my horse. No one has done so before and lived.”

“He traded me for his life, will you uphold that agreement?” You wondered, because the Monk sounded like he hated Cassian.

“Father will uphold the agreement.” he said, then added casually, “But I made no such trade with him.”

Your frowned at him. “But-”

The Monk explained himself. “He traded with Father. You, in exchange for clemency for his past sins. However, should he commit new ones, which I am certain he will, I will not be obligated to offer him clemency.”

“Cassian just bought himself time…”

“Yes.”

You looked down at the book in your lap.

He noticed. “You may keep it.”

“Don’t you need it?” You weren’t interested in the scriptures.

The Monk, laid down on the cot, swords neatly beside him. “They are in my head.”

“You memorized them?” you asked.

He shut his eyes. “If you read something enough, it tends to happen.”

The blatant attempt to convert you to a follower of the Church didn’t sit well with you at all. “Is that what Father Carden did all those years ago, give you this book and hope you would believe in what it said?”

He took in a deep breath, having heard the sneer to the faith. “You would do well to rest now. Dawn is not far off anymore.”

You rolled your eyes, he couldn’t see it anyway. But you followed his advice and tried to get some sleep before that chance would be taken from you again.

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

At dawn, the Monk was summoned by Father Carden. He knew others would have noticed him leave the camp with you at night and reported this to Father.

“How is the Fey girl?” Father asked him.

He knew Father was not asking about your health.

“She is conflicted.” The Monk told him truthfully.

Father was glad to hear it, this opened up opportunities. “That means there is doubt in her. Use it to show her that our path is the only one to salvation, my son. Has she been given the scriptures?”

He gave a nod. “Yes, Father.”

Then the Monk gave him a brief explanation why he had taken you out of the camp last night. To earn your trust and convince you of the benefits to joining them.

“Fey Fire…” Father breathed in quiet shock. “Are you sure?”

He could see the interest in his mentor’s eyes. “Yes, Father.”

The priest placed a hand on his shoulder. “Do what is necessary to gain her trust, show her why her place is here. Become her redeemer.”

The Monk gave a nod.

Father was asking to let an attachment form that would benefit the mission. If this was what was necessary to make Father believe in him again, then this needed to be done.

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