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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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anyways I love your writing style! could i please request going with the paladins on a space walk and admiring space and telling g each other they love them? preferably she/her pronouns but they/them is fine and thank you :)

HELLO ANON 😏 thank you so much for requesting! So, I only write x readers as gender neutral and with they/them pronouns. I just want anyone and everyone who reads my writing to be able to imagine themselves in the story, regardless of their gender or lack there of. I also try not to add any detail about skin color/race, weight, height, ect. I just want to be as inclusive as possible! Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy 💖

Ps: I only included the main 5 paladins cuz this was getting soooo long and I wanted to finish this in one day!

SPACE DATE 💫

It was a nice day off for you, rare but greatly appreciated. You’re happy that your day will be calm and stress free, but…you’re kind of bored. Besides training, what else was there to do with yourself? Just as you’re racking your brain with ideas of what you can do with all your free time, you hear a knock at your door. You’re quick to jump up from bed and open it, your favorite person on the other side.

“Hi.” “Hey.” There’s a brief moment of silence as you stare at each other. “Wanna…go for a walk?” You smile a bit but raise a questioning brow. “Like…around the castle?” “No, out in space.” You laugh softly for a second. “Oh…oh wait. You’re serious?” “Yeah, let’s find a nice looking planet and take a stroll.” A dreamy smile forms on your face as you nod slowly. “Sounds like a date.”

KEITH ❤️

Keith had taken you in the red lion to a tiny planet not too far from where the castle is now. It was so small, in fact, that you two began walking in silence and found your way back to the lion in a matter of minutes. You walked the entirety of the planet in literally 12 minutes. The planet was small and simple, having light blue skies and grass similar to Earth. Keith finally breaks the silence as you stand still now. “Welp…I guess I picked the tiniest and most boring planet ever.” This causes a soft laugh to leave your mouth as you step closer to him. “No, that’s not true. This is so cool! We can tell everyone back on Earth that we walked the entire planet in mere minutes! That’s hella cool! It’s perfect for a first date.”

You sit down in the lush green grass and let your hands gently run over it, the texture reminding you of when you were a kid playing in the grass at the park. It was quiet again, so you look up at Keith who is still standing beside you. “What are you thinking about?” You question, seeing his face turning pink behind his long dark hair. “You said…first date.” You nod and watch him glance down at you then quickly avert his gaze when he sees you staring up at him. “Yeah, and?” He slowly sits beside you, his arms resting on his knees. “Does…does that mean…we can go on more?” His voice is so soft now, you have to lean closer to hear him. “Of course. But you’ve got a busier schedule than me, Mr. Red Paladin. So, you let me know when you’re down for a second date.”

You’ve never seen such a huge grin on his usually grumpy face and that makes a huge, dorky grin form on your own face. “You’re cute.” You tell him before your hand gently rests on his shoulder. “No, you.” Is all he offers in response before he removes your hand from his shoulder and holds it tightly in his own. It was often like this with you two, short soft spoken phrases with gentle touching. “You really are though.” You give his hand a squeeze as you watch his lips move. “What?” “Cute. You’re…r-really cute.” And suddenly, the words just began to flow from his mouth. “I love being alone with you, (Y/N). You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met and I adore you and you’re always so easy to talk to and you just get me and I…I just love you so much.”

Your once smiley face has turned to one of shock. “You love me?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Like…a lot.” He responds just as quiet and you’re at a loss for words now. You’ve loved this stubborn boy for so long now but you were never sure how he felt about you. It was obvious he liked you as more than a friend but love was a strong word. “You don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you.” You struggle to find the right words now. “I love you too! I’m sorry…I just…wow. I don’t know, I’m just…” He is staring at you now, trying to read your expression. “I’m sorry. I’m not good with words…and you’re making me nervous.” You say before chewing on your lip nervously. He moves his hand in yours to interlace your fingers. “Shit…I’m sorry. Maybe it’s too soon for me to have-“ You’re quick to stop that train of thought. “No no! I really do love you too, Keith. I guess I just thought I’d be the one to say it to you first and now I’m just…speechless.”

“I’m not good with words either. Let’s just shut up now.” He keeps his hand in yours as you both embrace the silence once again. He’s staring at his shoes now, the smallest smile on his lips and you watch his face, wondering what he’s thinking now. All that’s running through his dense head is “I really do love you too, Keith.” He can’t get your voice out of his head for weeks. The way you followed the ‘I love you too’ with his name just made him feel all gooey inside. He’s got it soooo bad for you.

PIDGE 💚

Of course Pidge takes you somewhere cool as fuck. “Look! There’s four moons! Isn’t that the coolest thing you’ve ever seen?” They are excitedly pointing and rambling, long scientific words spilling from their mouth at a rapid pace. You were always a little lost when Pidge got like this and they knew that, but you always listened and nodded along and they loved that about you. You never interrupt, you just listen and try to follow along. “Wow, the air here is safe for us to breathe.” They check the info about this planet on a gadget attached to their wrist before they pull off their helmet. You copy them, pulling your helmet off with a sigh.

“Wow. It’s beautiful.” That’s all you could come up with after the long rant Pidge just went on about this amazing planet and it’s many moons. You’re looking around, admiring the dark and barren land surrounding you as Pidge’s gaze locks onto you. As you turn your head, your eyes meet. “What?” You tilt your head at them as they continue to stare. Like…hardcore stare until they finally speak up. “You’re the only one who listens to me.” Your lips slowly turn to a soft frown. “What? No way. Hunk is always more responsive with this stuff than I am. And what about Matt? You guys literally complete each other’s sentences.” Pidge looks down at their shoes, gently moving some dirt around with their foot. “Yeah, but you’re missing the point. You actually LISTEN. You make me feel heard. You never talk over me or try to out smart me or even ask questions when I know you have no idea what I’m saying.” This causes an embarrassed blush to appear on your face. “Yeah. I just…like your voice.” They look back to you, their lips turning up into a grin. “I like /your/ voice.” They shoot back in response before they step closer to you.

Now only inches apart, eyes gazing into each other’s, you’re both consumed by red hot blushes and shy smiles. “So…is this…like actually a date?” You ask at a low volume, nervous for their reply. “Do you…want it to be?” You nod as you clasp your hands together behind your back, still keeping eye contact with the green Paladin. “Then it is. The first of many. Uh…I-I mean if that’s what you want. Is that…is that what you want?” Suddenly, the little genius seems to be stumbling over their words, obviously nervous about the lack of space between you and the way your sparkling eyes won’t look away from them. “More than anything.” And your response has them giggling with excitement. “Cool. Cool.”

You begin to wander, bending down to pick up interesting rocks and looking up at the dark blue sky. You look back, seeing Pidge glued to their spot. “I thought we were gonna walk.” Your voice brings them back to reality, making them scurry over to your side. “Right. Sorry.” They loop their arm in yours, walking slowly with you. It was quiet for a bit before Pidge began ranting again. “You know, the gravity on this planet is just less than on Earth.” You nod and look over at their face, noticing a smirk on their thin lips. “Yeah? What’s with the face?” “I bet I could pick you up.” “No.” “Come on, let me try!” “No, Pidge. Pidge! Don’t you dare- AH!”

A yelp rips from your throat as Pidge sweeps your legs out from under you, picking you up bridal style. “Oh my god, YOU BETTER NOT DROP ME!” You can’t help but laugh at the face they’re making right now. Their whole face and neck are turning red, they’re holding their breath and you can feel them shaking. All they ever want is to impress you. “Wow, my Prince Charming.” You lean in to kiss their cheek just as their muscles give out on them. Instead of dropping you completely, they fall to their knees with you still in their thin arms. They smile sheepishly, admiring the way you’re laughing, taking note of your squinted eyes and the small wrinkles around them.

“I love you.” They blurt out, their smile never dropping. “What?” “I love you, (Y/N).” They repeat plainly, watching for your reaction. “I love you too, Pidge.” You feel them sink down to the ground more, still holding your legs in one arm and your back against the other arm. They’re not the strongest on the team, that’s for sure, but seeing the deep sincerity in your eyes when you declare your love for them made them sooooo weak~

LANCE 💙

Lance had brought you to the first planet he saw and after landing, you sat in his lion for longer than expected, just chit chatting and enjoying alone time together. “I thought we were gonna go for a walk, lover boy. Stop flirting and take me on a walk already.” He flashes a cheeky grin before standing from his seat, dramatically gesturing towards the exit from his lion. “After you, darling.” His multitude of pet names for you always made your heart race when he said them, always different and ever changing. You walked down out of blue’s mouth, gasping slightly when you realized the gravity here was similar to the moon of Earth. It took several seconds for your feet to gently meet the ground, making you and Lance get all giddy and excited. “Oh my god, this is so sick!” He exclaims before he’s trying but failing to run to you. He forgot for a second that he couldn’t run at the same speed here that he could on Earth. This leaves you laughing so hard you’re gasping for air. Lance never failed to make you smile and laugh and feel genuine happiness when you two were together.

You watch with a smile still stuck to your face as he tries to make his way over to you, his lanky limbs swimming through the air. He reaches out for you, huffing when you ignore his hand just inches away from yours. “(Y/N)! I wanna be close to you.” He whines, finally making you grab his hand and pull him to you. He’s fast now as he pulls himself up against you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mmm I love you~” He sort of moans, finding great comfort in your embrace. You’re silent now, eyes wide with surprise. “Huh?” He pulls back to look you in the eye, his typical flirty facial expression causing you to blush all over. “I said…” And he leans in to your ear, whispering in a deeper voice now. “I love you.” As he tries to pull back and get a good look at your dumb and flustered expression, you hide your face in his neck, hugging him tighter. “Shut up.” “I mean it.” “Yeah right.”

Now as he pulls back, he looks very serious, almost concerned. “I’m serious, (Y/N). You think I’m messing with you?” You look up at him now, biting your lip as you think of what to say to him. He flirts with everyone, even with Keith sometimes. How were you to know if he was truly into you or not? Sure, you were head over heels for him but…are you enough for him? “Oh my god. And they say I’M the dumb one.” His comment causes you to lean away from him. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m in love with you, stupid…like so hardcore. Listen…” He sighs. “The flirting with other people…I’m sorry, it’s just a nervous tick for me. I’m not good at making friends so I flirt and try to be funny. That’s all I really know how to do. I’m…I’m really only into YOU though, (Y/N). Seriously. You gotta believe me. I swear-“ You stop him. “I love you too, Lance.” And now he’s smiling again, nearly melting out of your arms as he admires your plump and smiling cheeks. “You do?” He asks in an excited, high pitched tone, making you laugh again. You can’t go a single second without laughing when you’re around him, he just has that affect on you. “Obviously.” You reply, watching him wiggle with happiness. He pulls you against him tightly, nearly squeezing the air out of you. You didn’t mind, you’d happily let him crush you to death in his arms. It would be the best way to go.

“I want you to be my partner. Let’s go steady.” He says in all seriousness and now you’re pushing him away. “Ewwww you’re so cheesy. ‘Go steady’.” You mock him. “You’re straight out of an 80’s romcom movie, I swear to god.” He laughs as you push him harder, making him float away from you. “Hey! Get back here! I’m not done expressing my feelings for you! Come on, (Y/N)! I love youuuuu.” He continues to pester you as you both swim through the atmosphere, your cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling.

SHIRO 🖤

Shiro totally let you decide where to land and took soooo much time checking to make sure it was safe for you two to exit the black lion. Finally, without speaking, he grabs your hand and pulls you out into the vast openness of space. The planet you chose was huge and pretty dark, it was almost spooky. Shiro watches you for a moment, smiling sweetly as you examined your surroundings. You could really see the stars around you due to the lack of light and it took your breath away. “Wow…the stars look so pretty! I’ve never seen the stars like this.”

Suddenly, you feel his big arms circle loosely around your shoulders from behind. “Isn’t it wild how different things look this far away from Earth.” He speaks softly to you, his helmet gently resting against your own. “It’s truly remarkable.” You respond before turning around to look at him. Usually Shiro knows all the right things to say, but similar to Keith, his throat goes dry and his mind goes blank when you look him in the eye.

It’s quiet for a moment before you finally decide to speak up. “This is so-“ “I’m glad we got the chance-“ You speak at the same time before you both break out into laughter. “Sorry, sorry you go-“ “You talk first-“ You laugh more as you continue to talk over each other. “I was gonna say…I’m glad we finally got the chance to sneak away from the others. I love spending time with you like this, Takashi.” You see his lip quiver as his face begins to feel hot. He wants to respond but he forgot what he was even gonna say in the first place. Shiro is malfunctioning at this point. No one has called him by his full first name in quite some time but the way you say it makes him lose it for a second.

He leans in towards you, his eyes fluttering closed as he wraps his arms around you more. You can’t help but smile as your eyes mimic his, leaning in closer. Your palms are resting on his hard chest and you’re standing on your tippy toes to get the best angle. Suddenly, your helmets collide and all that’s heard is a plasticy “thump”. You both begin laughing as you realize you were so caught up in this special moment together that you forgot you even had helmets on. “Hahaha! Oh my god, we’re so dumb.” Your laugh rings out into the air, making Shiro laugh along with you. Sure, the moment was funny and laughable but Shiro just found your laugh so sweet and infectious. Even in the most serious of moments, if you began to laugh, so would he.

Now, you’re impatiently yanking on his arm, trying to get him back to his lion. “Whoa, what? We just got here.” “Yeah, but I want that kiss.” His smile widens as he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. “Geez, you’re so eager.” You scoff, pulling on him harder. “Psh! YOU leaned in to kiss me first, sir!” He nearly chokes when you call him ‘sir’ and now he’s totally running with you back into his lion.

You push him into the pilot’s seat and plop down in his lap before yanking your helmet off, watching as he follows along. The kiss was hot and very eager and almost comedic. You’d always thought your first kiss with him would be super romantic and serious and soft but here you are, giggling against his lips as his hands gently tickle your torso. “I love you, (Y/N).” He pulls back from your lips for just a second to see your reaction to his words. You throw yourself against him once more, kissing him harder than before. “I love you more, Takashi.” You mumble against his lips, his breath lingering on your skin. You’ve never felt so safe and warm in your entire life.

HUNK 💛

You and Hunk sort of argued for a bit over where to land. Not like a full blown argument but he’s a worry wart and would never forgive himself if anything happened to you so he’s double checking EVERYTHING. “I guess this seems fine. You can take your helmet off here if you want.” And at his word, you yank your helmet off and toss it behind you before you’re running out of his lion. “Hey, wait up!” He throws his helmet off and chases after you. The planet you landed on was mostly water but it was all very shallow, maybe a foot deep at the most. You splash around and laugh, loving the feeling of the warm water on your legs. “Oh my god, babe! This is sooooo coooool!” You continue to play in the water as Hunk just watches you, a goofy smile plastered across his tan face. “Did…you just call me babe?” You stop abruptly and look back at him. “Noooo….” You reply shyly but before you know it, he’s running towards you, water splashing up with each step he takes.

You squeal with joy as he swoops you up in his arms, twirling you around before he plops down in the water, soaking both of you from head to toe. You playfully flick water at his face, smirking as he returns the gesture. Within seconds, you’re in a full blown wrestling match, trying to see who can dunk the other’s head under water first. “Ah! Hunk! No!” You yell and laugh and try your best to overpower him. He takes you down easy, pushing your face under the water for just a second before you pop back up and rub the water out of your eyes.

“I adore you, (Y/N).” Just as you open your eyes again, you are greeted by his shy blushing face just inches away from yours. “What? Me?” He chuckles and nods. “Yes, absolutely.” He responds whole heartedly before he leans in to gently kiss your wet forehead. You’re both kneeling on your knees now, the water coming up to your waist. You slowly crawl even closer to him, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches you with nervous eyes. You gently cup his face in your hands, giving him an innocently sweet smile as you lean in closer. Once you see his eyes close and his lips pucker, you use all your strength to push him backwards, cheering triumphantly once he’s full submerged under the water.

You jump up to your feet, hooting and hollering as he sits up and huffs. “That was so mean! I thought we were gonna kiss.” You offer him a hand to help him to his feet. He takes it and once he’s standing in front of you, you gently grab him by the shoulders and pull him in for a soft and short peck on the lips. “Happy?” You ask softly, watching as he blinks a few times, completely dazed by this whole interaction. “No. I think I need another one…to make up for you pushing me so hard.” You laugh softly as your lips meet again and this time he’s wrapping his thick arms around you and lifting you up off your feet. “I love you so much, (Y/N). You’re the only thing keeping me brave and sane out here.” He stares up at you with a look of such fondness and comfort.

Your playful smile disappears and is replaced by a mushy gushy expression of love and gratitude. “Aww. You…you really mean it? You really love me?” He sets you back down on your feet and slides his hands down your arms until they fall so perfectly into your own. “With all of my heart. You’re the peanut butter to my jelly.” And now he’s just examining your laughing face, noticing your pink cheeks and shiny teeth and wet hair. “I love you too, Hunk. More than I could ever explain.” Eventually, you found yourselves laying back in the water, side by side, floating on your backs while holding hands. What a perfect day with the perfect person.

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everlastingdreams · 9 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 31

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Until The Dawn

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Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +200K

Chapter: 31/ It’s a secret.

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You stalked closer to the group of paladins. They had thrown the elder and adults down to the ground and bound their hands behind their backs.

This would not be easy, there were eight of them terrorizing the family. Two of them were starting to tie the child, a girl around Squirrel’s age, to a cross that laid on the ground. The other six were ruthlessly lashing at the adults with whips.

If Lancelot did not find it in him to face his former red brothers, you would need to count on the Hidden for help.

Those who were tying down the girl were your first targets, you managed to remain unseen until you were close enough to lunge at one.

The paladin ducked just in time and fell to the ground in surprise, the other was quick to attack you with his axe.

You had the benefit of distance with your sword and stepped to the side quickly while letting the blade cut his hand off, it fell to the ground still holding the axe. You spun and sliced his throat open, sealing his fate.

Just when you raised your sword to kill the one on the ground, three of the ones attacking the adults came to attack you instead.

You managed to parry the attack of the first, and ward off the one of the second.

The third struck you in the side with his fist and send you stumbling away.

A dagger cut through the air and pierced the throat of the first, who began to choke on his own blood immediately.

The second received the Ash Man’s short sword in the chest, and the long sword’s blade was buried in the neck of the third. With one half spin, the swords freed themselves again as blood rained down on the grass.

There was no time for you to be in awe, the paladin who had been on the ground was on his feet again and you turned just in time to defend yourself against his attack.

“Help them!” You shouted to Lancelot, the bound Fey were powerless against the brutal attacks those three paladins were aiming at them.

He hesitated for only a moment, grabbing the young child by the arm. “Find cover! Go!”

The child ran for her life towards the trees.

You were getting the upper-hand against the paladin, and the Ash Man went towards his former red brothers that were tormenting the helpless Feys.

The paladin kept spewing the most outrageous names at you as his anger increased.

He kept lunging at you with his rusted sword, over and over again you warded off the attacks.

Until your foot hit that stupid cross on the ground and you were unable to duck in time, the sword cut through your sleeve and shoulder.

The green glow suddenly presenting itself in your eyes distracted the paladin long enough for you to angrily stab him in the gut.

You withdrew your sword with force and felt every limb of your body shake with adrenaline.

You turned to see where Lancelot was and saw that the rest of the paladins were dealt with.

He was cutting loose the ropes on the bound Fey, whilst they looked quite shocked to see who was helping them.

Lancelot immediately stepped back from them once they were all free, seeing the fear they had in their eyes towards him.

The girl ran out of her hiding place among the trees and into the arms of her father. The mother helped the elder Tusk man to stand.

You approached them and saw that Lancelot had seen the wound on your shoulder.

“May the gods bless you both!” The father said to the both of you. “I thought we were going to be burned.”

The elder spoke to Lancelot, “Thank you, Sir…”

Lancelot gave a small nod.

This place was no longer safe for them. Though, it was uncommon for paladins to cause trouble so close to Uther’s castle.

You offered them a safer place to live, “You shouldn’t stay here. It is safer up north, where I come from. There is a village, we will welcome you there if you wish?”

“May we travel with you there?” The father asked hopeful.

You glanced at Lancelot who nodded immediately, “Of course. Do you have horses?”

The Mother was relieved by the prospect, “Two. And a wagon. We shall follow you. Will you give us a moment to collect our belongings?”

“Of course.” You gestured to them. “We will fetch our horses in the meantime and return here in a moment.”

They gratefully thanked you and went into their home for the last time to collect their things.

You headed back to the horses who were waiting a little further away.

Lancelot had wanted to take a look at your arm, so he had carefully taken hold of it whilst you were walking.

But the unexpected act did cause pain. “Ow!”

He let go instantly. “Forgive me…”

You didn’t often see him look like a kicked pup. “I’ll look at the wound once we get home. We’ll talk then.”

Was he in trouble for his slow response to aid the Fey?

You untied the reins of the mare from the tree and managed to hoist yourself into the saddle without accidents. The phantom fever was nearly gone, the pain of the wound on your shoulder had taken it’s place.

Back at the village, you healed the wounds the Tusk family had sustained at the hands of the paladins before handing them to the care of the villagers.

No one spoke to Lancelot, at most they acknowledged his presence with a simple nod in his direction. At least they refrained from harming him.

It was the Tusk girl that was brave enough to fling her arms around his waist for three counts before she ran back to her parents, leaving the Ash Man a little rattled. Children were often the ones who sensed the good in others.

It was late, and once the Tusk family was helped, you rode home.

Before you could even begin to ride up the hill to the fort, Helio met you at the bottom with two knights on horseback.

He was anything but happy by the late arrival and appeared distressed, “I was told that you would be back by nightfall!”

After all the healing, and the wound you had sustained, you just wanted sleep and kept it short, “We ran into trouble, father. Paladins were attacking a Fey family. We helped them and brought them to the village.”

He believed that you were truthful, “Are you harmed?”

You looked at Lancelot, wondering if he had been wounded in the fight.

The Ash Man looked at you incredulous, dismayed that you would ignore your own injury, “I was not. Y/n is wounded to her shoulder.”

You send him a glare for pointing it out, the darkness of the night was hiding most of the blood on your arm. “It’s not so bad, father.”

You could hear the sigh your father emitted from miles away.

Helio knew you well enough to know it could also mean your arm was near severed, “Will you survive the rest of the way to the fort?”

“Yes.” You quickly answered.

He called out to Lancelot, “Ash Man! Ride with me.”

Your expression changed to silent panic, Lancelot had a similar expression but he could not have looked more guilty than he did now.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, you did the same…

He did not let your father wait any longer and rode towards him, while the two knights distanced themselves from them and joined you.

“Evening, Ma’am.” The suave one greeted you maybe a bit too enthusiastic for it to be just out of politeness.

“Good evening, Ser.” You greeted him, keeping your eyes on Lancelot and your father who quietly conversed.

“Ser Florent.” He introduced himself with a smile.

It looked like Helio was asking questions while Lancelot gave short answers…

“Y/n.” You answered the knight who kept distracting you.

The older knight scolded him for it. “Ser Florent.”

Ser Florent sighed and kept quiet for the rest of the ride up the hill.

Your eyes never left the men up ahead, and you caught Lancelot almost looking back at you just once.

Whatever Helio was telling him, you couldn’t wait to hear it yourself.

Their secretive conversation ended at the stables, where you shared questioning looks to both of them.

Reading Helio’s face was like reading a bland stone, there was nothing you could learn from it.

Lancelot looked like he thought he was in trouble with you, gods… Squirrel was better at hiding secrets than him.

Suddenly your father was beside you, with a light touch to your arm he healed the wound on your shoulder.

“I heard you have fought well.” He praised.

Was that what they had been talking about?

“I did my best.” You were modest about it.

Helio patted you on your, now healed, shoulder. He gave you a gentle push to your back, sending you towards the exit of the stables. “Go on and rest. You have earned it.”

Was he steering you away from Lancelot on purpose? Or was it just him being considerate?

For once you decided not to question your father’s motives and headed to the fort alone.

You went slowly and were halfway there by the time they caught up with you again.

Ser Florent offered you his flask of water. “Thirsty?”

Had he really taken that flask all the way from the stables just to ask you?

Some water sure sounded nice, so you accept the offer and took a few sips, then handed the flask back. “Thank you, Ser Florent.”

The knight looked back at the older knight but met a few pairs of eyes, none looked amused by his innocent action.

Ser Florent told you, loud enough for the others to hear, “My lady love told me of how you healed her grandmother after the fire. You’re incredible.”

Your head spun around to look at him, the compliment had been filled with admiration and tugged at your heart.

You only vaguely remembered healing an elder that night, it had been so chaotic. “I just did my duty.”

He saw it differently. “Just because you were born a healer, doesn’t mean you owe it to others to be one. That is a choice you make for yourself.”

“I…” You fell silent.

“We are grateful for your service to the Fey.” Ser Florent said. “Some pray to the Hidden, others pray to the Dawn Folk.”

The knight held the door to the entrance hall open for you and the others.

You appreciated the kind words he spoke of your clan and yourself. “Thank you, Ser Florent.”

He acknowledged it with an inclination of the head. “At your service, Lady Of Dawn.”

The knight earned a pat on the arm from Helio, who also took note of the kind gesture.

Your mother had been sitting on one of the benches in the entrance hall, awaiting your return. Upon seeing you, she came up to embrace you.

“Little Moon.” She said in a sigh of relieve.

You put your arms around her. “Sorry, I’m late.”

Helio eased Mirena’s silent worry, “They got caught up in some paladin trouble, do not worry my dear, I have healed her.”

Lancelot greeted Mirena whilst quietly removing himself from the group and heading to his sleeping quarters.

Maybe he just didn’t feel comfortable being among a group yet.

But what had that conversation between them been about?

The urge to go after him to talk was strong, but it was late and it would surely be seen as suspicious.

Mirena cupped your cheeks. “You look so very tired. Go and rest.”

For a moment, it felt like being a little girl again.

You bid them goodnight, gave Mirena another hug, and retreated to your room.

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In your room, you took off your vest and saw the damage done to it. Blood was all over the sleeve and a tear ran across it, you’d have to ask for another or visit a market to purchase one, there were still some coins hidden under your bed for safe-keeping.

You took off your bodice and one look at your shirt was enough to see it was ruined, luckily you still had one of those left.

Still, with the temperatures going down it would be wise to invest in some proper clothing for the cold.

For the night, you had fished a nightgown out off your wardrobe. The fabric didn’t cover your ankles, which was a pity, longer would have been warmer.

It was an hour or two past midnight and for some odd reason you could not sleep.

Then you recalled that you had been healed not long ago and that given energy would take a while to wear off.

Of course these were the most common times of day when one’s mind filled with things of the past, present and future.

Yours went to how Matthew had been polite and respectful of your need for distance. Then to the conversation shared between Lancelot and your father. And there had been that moment of hesitation in the Ash Man when faced with the paladins’ actions. Yes, your thoughts weren’t very helpful to get you to sleep.

The sound of rain hitting the glass of the window brought some relaxation, but not enough.

When you closed your eyes, it was not long before those familiar mystical whispers called for your attention.

You turned over in bed and used a pillow over your head to try and drown them out.

They sure didn’t like your attempt to ignore them when they summoned you, fair enough, you didn’t like it either if they ignored you in your time of need.

With reluctance, and without the will to put your boots back on, you got out of bed and followed the whispers barefoot.

Once you had passed Ciro and Squirrel’s room, you could already guess where the Hidden was leading you to.

They led you right to Lancelot’s door, you did knock but no answer came, and the Hidden were persistent.

You entered the room slowly, quietly whispering his name a few times to alert him off your presence just in case.

Finally, it became clear why they had wished to bring you there. A nightmare was plaguing him in his sleep, he was tossing and turning in his bed, begging that which haunted him for mercy…

You hurried to the bed and thought for a second on what to do.

Not wanting to startle him, you gingerly rubbed over his arm and gave his hand a squeeze.

His response to it came fast, he jolted awake. He was quite disoriented, “Y/n? What-”

You explained your presence, “You had a nightmare. The Hidden warned me off it.”

He seemed to still be processing the dream and turned to face the other direction, moving his feet off the bed to sit on the edge of the mattress, head buried in the palms of his hands.

You felt powerless against what was haunting him, “Lancelot?…”

All you heard was an exhale.

Without thinking, you crossed the distance to him by crawling on and across the bed, stopping right behind him to sit on your knees on the sheets.

He turned his head to the side, sensing your presence and feeling the dip in the mattress.

Your fingertips hovered an inch from a scar to the left of his shoulder, he still did not look at you, but you were in his peripheral vision.

Tentatively your palm touched the scar, he emitted a sound that was akin to relief.

You brought your arms around him, leaning into his back with your chest, nesting your nose into the crook of his neck.

To hold him, was to shield him with the only thing you could offer him in that moment.

Comfort.

“I’m here.” You whispered against his neck.

He leaned into your warm embrace.

Your hands wandered to his shoulders to gently knead the tension in his muscles away, “Gods, your shoulders are tense. Am I not hurting you?”

He had shut his eyes to fully indulge in the way it felt. Pain was not what he was experiencing at the generous pampering you were bestowing upon him.

The truth was kneaded out of him so easily. “It feels good.”

Very, very good.

It was evident that he was honest, because he leaned into you more, tilting his head back. You couldn’t resist bringing a hand up into the back of his hair and gingerly scratch at his scalp.

He reached a hand behind him and stroked along your arm, “Keep going.”

Even though you had heard him perfectly well, you asked, “What was that?”

A dashing smile formed on his lips at the teasing, he turned to see your eyes.

“Stay with me tonight.”

Your hands left his shoulders. “I… uhm…”

He answered the unspoken question upon seeing your flustered state, “To sleep. I would be grateful.”

After that nightmare, it was not so surprising that he did not wish to fall asleep alone.

“Where?” You blurted out.

He let his gaze fall to where you were currently seated, then lifted it back up to your face.

On the bed…

You were concerned, “Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

His gaze fell again, this time involuntarily and slower, skimming over your form. “I’m quite certain.”

Having such a look aimed at you was very different in a nightgown, compared to your usual layers of clothing.

“You do not want to…” He stated, after mistaking the hesitation for rejection. “Forgive me, I would never-”

You reached for the fabric of the sheets. “You’re sitting on the sheets. If I am to stay here, I demand to be under these. It’s cold.”

“Demand?” It was half a chuckle escaping him.

He moved off of the sheets and you were able to crawl under them, they were still nicely warm and you let out a content sigh.

For a moment, he seemed frozen in time, watching you over his shoulder.

It crossed your mind that he would believe it to be too forward to crawl under the sheets himself as well. To make sure he knew you had no objection to it, you moved the sheets back a little and patted the spot beside you.

He timidly took the invitation, then not so timidly snaked an arm around you. With a skill you did not know he possessed, he moved you by the waist to lay on your side facing away from him. It happened so fast that a small gasp fell from your lips, where you had once faced the window, now you faced the door.

With one gentle tug at your waist again, he brought your back into his chest.

He hummed, content with his achievement whilst making sure you were well tucked in under the warmth of the bed sheets.

He made no advances apart from slowly getting closer to touch his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear. He was still figuring out how to maneuver through these feelings, much like yourself.

You could tell that he was very tired. Not a word was said between you for a moment, all communication was through slight touches.

You placed your hand over the one he had around your waist, he nosed into the back of your hair.

Your lower body remained at a distance from his, although it put a strain on your leg to stay the way you were.

“What were you dreaming off?” You asked.

His hold on you tightened for a brief second, then loosened again. “The night we left the paladin camp with Percival. I could feel the pain again, every blow, every cut…”

The Trinity Guards had nearly killed him that night, it was the night the ‘Weeping Monk’ had died and became the man you now knew.

You rubbed his hand and played with his fingers, giving him the chance to speak of his nightmare further.

He brought up what had happened earlier instead, “I am sorry for what happened today. With the paladins.”

He had been faced with a reflection of the man he had once been, and it had shaken him to the bone.

You didn’t know how to feel about how slow he had been to respond to their actions, “You weren’t ready to face them?”

He confessed to the reason. “I knew some of them. It was confronting to see how cruel they were, how cruel I was.”

It must have been quite difficult to confront his past so directly, and he had been there to help you after all. “I’m sorry you had to kill those you knew.”

“Don’t be. I am not sorry, it had to be done. They would have never stopped cleansing.” He told. “Know that I am with you, and with the Fey.”

There was no doubt in you that he would never betray you, or the Fey. “I’m glad you told me. Never fear to share what you wish. You’re safe with me.”

He moved overly slow to brush his lips to your temple, as if he feared you’d elbow him in the nose for one wrong move.

You managed to knit a sentence together, “How long have you felt this way about me?”

Lancelot recalled a moment that stood out to him, “The night we saw the stag.”

He had indeed been different that night, more personal and unafraid to get closer to you, playful even.

You spoke quietly, “At first I thought it was the Hidden binding us together. Now I know we have been orbiting towards each other for a while now.”

There was a warm timbre to his voice that betrayed how happy he was to be there, “I never thought that one night I would be here, like this.”

You guessed, “With someone in your arms?”

That cheeky twit had not forgotten the days after you had first met. “With the Fey girl who told me I was not ‘stirring something in her loins’.”

What began as a giggle, ended up in having to muffle your laughter.

You had not spared him from your blunt remarks back then, and defended yourself, “Back then, you were not.”

It slipped out of his thoughts, “Am I now?”

Your mouth fell agape, knowing for certain that he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, a surprised chuckle fell out of you. You stole a glance, looking over your shoulder at him. If it had not been dark in the room, you knew you would have seen a reddening on his cheeks.

“Must I answer?” You calmly asked.

“Only if you wish to.” He sounded quite timid, regretting having blurted it out.

You hummed, choosing to let the silence answer in your stead.

Your fingers twirled around each other, caressing his and weaving together, “What did my father speak of to you?”

He thought for a moment. “He wanted to know if there were more Feys within the clergy. There are not, none that I know off at least.”

“What else?” You asked.

He took a breath, as if he needed to collect his thoughts on the matter. “He did speak of you.”

Ah, there it was. “He threatened you. Didn’t he?”

There was a light chuckle. “Not with many words, but yes. I could tell that he just wants to keep his family safe, I respect that.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry. The Dawn Folk isn’t quick to trust, but in time he’ll warm up to you.”

He was nodding, then whispered in your ear. “As you have.”

You let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying how close he was. “Perhaps not as much, but you know what I meant.”

Another soft chuckle followed, and you felt him get comfortable behind you.

His whisper reached your ears. “Sleep well.”

“Sleep well.” You mumbled back to him.

It felt so warm and cozy that you felt yourself drift away quite quickly. A few minutes past.

There was a slight tug at your hip, it registered a few seconds later that he had gotten closer and your rear was touching… him now.

That calmness you had felt was gone, replaced by a sudden anxiousness that gripped a powerful hold.

The intimacy of it wasn’t something you had prepared for. To be in the same bed, wearing a nightgown instead of trousers, made one feel far more vulnerable.

Through the thin fabric, he could easily feel the shape of your body if he’d want to.

That knowledge, mixed with the lack of experience on those matters, caused your brave attitude to falter.

In no small part of it, it was caused by insecurity.

Your self-esteem had taken one too many dents after vying for the attention of a man who hadn’t even respected you.

What if, now that you finally found someone who loved you back, you would disappoint him?

His steady breath passed over the bare skin of your neck, his hand spread open over your hip.

The anxiousness towards the intimacy, towards the unknown, became too strong.

“I’m sorry. I can’t…” You pried his hand off your hip and slipped out off the bed.

He was sitting upright instantly, looking very sleep drowsy.

Lancelot spoke your name, but you were out the door already.

You didn’t go far, a few hallways down you stopped to collect your thoughts.

Two Tusk women living at the fort passed by you and shared a smile, even though it must have been a strange sight for them to see you like this.

It wasn’t long before the Ash Man had found you again.

When seeing how lost in thought you were, he kept a small distance.

He had hastily put a shirt on and grabbed his cloak, you could tell, even his boots looked manhandled.

Remorse was written all over him. “I am sorry.”

You hugged yourself against the cold, speaking quietly, “It’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong.”

By going to stand closer to where he was, you showed him that you were not upset with him, “I am the problem.”

You sat down on the low wall in front of one of the large arched windows.

He was frowning while slowly approaching, and after taking off his cloak to put it over your shoulders, he took seat right beside you. “There is not a problem we cannot face together.”

A soft sigh passed your lips. “This one we cannot…”

His hands folded together, almost like he would begin to pray, “Why did you run? Was it something I did?”

“No.” You answered.

It had only been the fire on the oil that had already been spilled, and he did not even know it was there.

He remembered getting closer. Had it caused this frightened response? Had he been too personal? Too bold when pulling you close against him?

For him, there had been no other intentions behind it. Did you not feel safe anymore? His mind was swimming with concern.

You scooted closer, your leg touching his. “I need to tell you something.”

His heart sank. It took everything to not let it show.

By instinct he took one of your hands to hold in his own. “I am listening.”

The confession burned into your chest, you had to get it out, “I know my body and I don’t want to disappoint whoever I share it with. I can’t stand the thought. That’s why I’ve never…”

You couldn’t even speak it out loud and just placed your forehead against his shoulder, hiding your face from him.

You forced a small smile that could not fool anyone. “I’m just frightened.”

He was quiet as he let the admission sink in, you could feel his breaths against your temple.

His fingers gingerly curled under your chin, then took hold of it. “Look at me.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into those eyes that stole your very soul and breath every time you did. There was so much uncertainty and fear running through your head, that you feared it would ruin what was between you.

Lancelot saw the struggle in your eyes and waited until his own had won them over.

“Look at me.” He instructed again.

The firmer tone had effect, you swallowed the forming lump in your throat and looked at him.

He made certain your eyes were on his. “There is nothing about you that could ever disappoint me.” The intensity of him made it impossible to protest it, he believed in it devoutly. “I will never turn you away.”

The fear released it’s hold on you and made room for the fluttering in your chest. “I shouldn’t have fled.”

You touched his cheek and his gaze lowered to your lips. He moved closer, until your hand on his chest stopped him. Anyone could walk into the hallway and see.

Your fingers laced in his shirt, “Tempting. If only we weren’t where we can be interrupted.”

He collected your hand from his chest and stood up from the low wall. “Come.”

It was said so invitingly…

You clasped your hand around his and followed him like he was the call of a siren.

He left the choice in your hands, “Do I bring you to your room, or mine?”

To continue the night together or alone?

You came to a sudden halt. “Yours.”

Those hopeful eyes fell on your own.

The way they looked at him so expectantly. Was he misreading them, or…

And then there was the slight pull you gave his hand.

He pulled you into him, your body fell against his like a feather to rock, your lips collided like waves to shore. The way he cradled your head with his hand was both protective and desperate. The risk of being seen slipped to the back of your mind, just for a moment, just long enough to nourish your love again.

He parted, then brushed his lips to yours briefly again. You stroked along his neck and jaw when he broke away. His forehead rested to yours for a beat, his nose brushed past it when he took hold of your hand again.

The Ash Man led you through the hallways, back to his room.

Once there, he navigated the dark room with ease and shut the door.

After you seemingly almost tripped over nothing but air, he asked, “What are you doing?”, in the most smug way he could have possibly asked.

It got on your nerves just a little. “Dancing. What do you think I’m doing?!? It’s pitch dark in here!”

He brought you closer to him and steered you by the shoulders towards the bed. “Careful. The bed is right in front of you.”

Lancelot took the cloak from your shoulders again, and gave a soft push to the low of your back.

You felt around in the darkness until you felt the sheets, then carefully sat down. When reaching for him, you grasped at nothing but air.

He was putting the cloak down at the foot of the bed while watching you navigate in the dark until your eyes adjusted to it.

“How can you see so well in the dark?” You turned to where you saw a shadow move.

“I spend many a night in the woods for the mission.” He answered.

Your eyes adjusted slowly, and you moved an outstretched arm around you until you felt the bed dip down a bit behind you. From what you could hear, he was taking off the shirt again.

You pulled your legs up on the bed, and as you turned to him he put the sheet over your form up to your waist. This time you laid down facing him, and after he had stroked over your head he laid down too.

“This bed is small.” You remarked.

He agreed with you on that. “I do not believe it wise for me to request one that is fit for two.”

A fair point.

You gave a cheeky smile. “You don’t have to mention that it is for me.”

He arched a brow at you. “Indeed I do not. Because they would know it without it having been mentioned. There is no other I spend my days with.”

Your giggle filled his ears like the song of birds.

The caress of his hand along your neck came with the confession, “I fear you will be shunned for loving me.”

You traced the mark beneath his eye. “As long as you do not shun me for loving you, I can bear the opinions of others.”

And with that, he inched closer, pulling you in by the waist. You cupped his cheek, slowly moving to kiss him, he met you halfway. It felt more experimental, you focused on his upper lip while he seemed transfixed on your bottom one.

There was something raw in the way he kissed, all he could not say was transferred into action and this was no different. He breathed in your breaths greedily, his own quickened when you let your hand skim over his bare chest.

His thoughts began to blur. To be touched with such tenderness was the complete opposite to his life’s experience. The craving for it grew with each touch instead of lessening.

He seized your hand and spoke against your lips, “It will raise suspicion if we both appear tired tomorrow.”

You wouldn’t have minded to continue this until dawn and beyond, but he was right. Your eyes had adjusted enough to see how his skin was flushed from his cheeks down to his neck, it sure suited him.

You couldn’t help but point it out by touching the affected skin. “We shouldn’t ruin our virtuous reputation.”

At the touch of his neck, he had to resist giving into the temptation that was in his arms.

“We shouldn’t.” He agreed, half-distracted.

“Yet.” You looked at him inquisitive.

That brow of his shot up, and he forced himself to look away.

“Yet…” He breathed, thinking of the prospect.

His inexperience was visible now, it only made him more attractive.

You put his mind at ease. “Not until we are sure we want to take that step together.”

For him it had to be difficult too, to have vowed to never give in to desire and now to be here. He could have had a bad experience you did not know off, just because he was once a Monk, didn’t mean that others had not once tried to harm him. Maybe he was as scared as you were, still he had chosen to be with you. And it was that knowledge that you found comfort in.

It was easier to act brave if it was to help the one you loved. Two souls facing the same fear together was double the courage.

He put his head down on the pillow, whilst holding your hand close to him. “I wish I knew how to be the man you need me to be.”

The smile you were giving him fell, and you nested yourself into his chest. “You already are.”

You weren’t Father Carden, you did not need him to forsake what he was to fit your needs. You just needed him, only him, as he was. The rough exterior that protected a gentle heart, with eyes that resembled the sea, and an instinctive intelligence not many were blessed with.

You stole his hand and held it to your chest, closing your eyes. “You’re in my heart.”

His eyes fell shut, the scent of you filled his lungs.

In that moment, he swore to himself to forsake all that the scriptures had commanded him. To plead loyalty only to one, not to gods or deities, but to the woman in his arms.

No heaven could tempt him to forgo your love. No damnation could frighten him out of your arms.

As sleep pulled you into it’s embrace, the last thing you heard was a whisper.

~“You are in mine.”~

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patrickdiomedes · 3 months

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So I've been slowly teaching myself to engrave, mainly using a dremel. I decided to try making some wax seals, for...no particular reason, other than I thought it'd be neat. I think I've put them in order of when I made them. First was the Red Mage symbol, then the other FFXIV ones (Warrior, Dragoon, Paladin, Black Mage). Then the Lantern Corps symbols, which I'm still not 100% happy with some of them. Then Savathun's symbol. Then the Knight Radiant glyphs. Then a second, better version of the Green Lantern symbol. And finally, the Krakoa Era X-Men symbol, and Apocalypse's new Krakoan Name/symbol (Which i always read as someone saying the letter "A" but really bass boosted)

#my art #personal #engraving #ffxiv #destiny #marvel #x men #dc comics #green lantern #cosmere #the stormlight archive

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The Paladin and druid

Zevlor x druid reader

Summary - You go out looking for herbs and someone saves you from a goblin.

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A/n - hello so uh Zevlor definitely needs more love and more story's for him so I thought why not make one foe him so here it is. Happy with took one day and bot 4 lol, I'll probably come back to this to fix bits and bobs

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Your eyes scan the area as you walk along the dirt path looking for herbs as well as berries to pick to help back at the grove, your eyes land on a gooseberry bush with some light green round berries on it as you grab a container from your basket you hold in one hand, opening it and then start plucking out some berries that looked good.

As you were busy you didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching you from behind as you heard a voice shout out to you.

"Watch out!" You hear from behind you and turn around to see a goblin running straight at you with its sword raised, your eyes widen you don't have enough time to react, feeling someone push you to the side as you land on the ground, hearing two swords clashing against each other looking up to who save you from being stabbed by a goblin.

You see a tiefling whose skin is a deep red, his horns dark He is tall and looks strong as he fights the goblin, watching as they move away slightly from where you where as you continue hitting their swords together you see as the goblin grows weak as the tiefling strong blows weaken it, the goblin realises that it didn't have a chance as you drop it sword and run away. The tifling turns back to you.

"I do apologise for pushing you over miss/sir/mx," he says as he exchanges his hand to

rds you to help you up, you reach up and take it, giving him a little smile.

"No, no it's quite alright you did save me from being impaired by a goblin, Sir," you say looking at him as you look back where you were on the ground you see that your basket had broken and the herbs and berries that you have collected had all spilled out, making you sigh a little.

Bending down as you try and pick it all you and put it back into your broken basket, seeing the tifling bend down to also help you pick up the container of gooseberries as he hands it over to you.

"I am Zevlor, by the way," he says as you both stand up straight, you now holding your basket in both arms.

"Am Y/n, you are quite far from home no?" You ask, eyes watching him.

"Our home Elturel has fallen, we are refugees and we are looking for somewhere to stay, while we get ready to travel to Baldur's gate" he explains to you, your eyes filled with sadness as you frown a little.

"Well am sure my people will be happy to take you in for a while, until you are ready to travel again, but I'll have to talk to them about it," you say with a small smile.

"Actually, how about you come with me to the grove, so you can talk to the first druid and no need to worry he is very nice" you say as you grab Zevlor's hand and drag him with yours as take turns, left and right following the dirt path coming to a place with a huge wooden gate.

As they open you're welcomed by Halsin who is your brother as well as the first druid, looking a little crossed with you with his arms crossed over his chest, as you were actually not allowed to be out of the grove because of the goblins roaming around, give him a little sheepish smile as he raised his eyebrow at you then looking over at Zevlor, the tifling becoming a little nervous.

“Brother, I have come with someone seeking shelter as well as his people, I think we should let them stay with us until they are ready to head on their way to Baldur's gate” You walk to your brother as well as see Kagha standing nearby, as she watches the tifling.

“Y/n I told you to stay in the grove, or go out with someone not yourself,” he says with a sigh.

“I know, but I did get some of the herbs we needed,” you say, as he gives you a look.

“The tifling and his people need somewhere to stay for a while?” Halsin says as his eyes move to look at Zevlor, as you nod.

“I am Halsin, First druid and you may be?“ he asks as he holds his hand out to shake.

“Am Zevlor, I am leading my people to Baldur's gate for a better life, am asking if we can seek Refuge here until we start travelling again,” He says explaining to Halsin the elf nodding.

“well am more than happy to let you stay until you are ready to set off again you may stay here as long as you need, Y/n will go with you to go back to your people and help guide you back here” looking back at you giving a little nod, and you give him you basket.

“it will be getting dark soon we should go get your people,” you say as you turn your head to Zevlor having to look up a little.

“You right we shall return before it becomes too dark” he says to your brother as the elf nods, as you take the lead on heading out the grove watching the big wooden open again letting you and Zevlor out.

After walking in silence for 20 minutes following Zevlor he speaks up.

“So what do you do at the grove?” he asked with curiosity.

“oh am a healer and study animals, and what role is it that you are?” you ask looking at him.

“I tend to think that am a leader to these people helping them find a better life,” he says to you, making you feel warm that it seems he cares deeply for his people.

“it's nice to see you care so much about your own it's hard to find now a days,” you say

“Thank you, we're almost there just around that corner and our small camp is there,” he says pointing to where it is as you nod.

Once you get around the corner you see tiflings crowded around each other some look tired, some are in need of food and some ill children are running around playing seeing them makes you smile a little.

“well then let's get you people to the grove, they need better shelter,” you say looking back at Zevlor.

“yes I'll tell everyone what's going on and then we will travel back to the grove,” he says as he walks off to tell his people about what's happening. You look around until you feel a tug on your sleeve, looking down you see a little girl tifling looking up at you with curious eyes.

“Hello, miss/sir/mx why are you here?” she asks, she has orange-ish hair her skin grey and purple and bright orange eyes. As she stares at you.

“I am here to help you until you are ready to set off to adventure to Baldur's gate,” you say as you crouch down

“What's your name, am Y/n” you say as she still looks at you with big eyes.

“I'm Arabella, I like your bracelet” she says as you look at your bracelet made up of different greens, browns and tans, that you made in your spare time when you were bored. You untie it with your other hand as you look back at her.

“Hold out your hand, small one” you say as you tie the bracelet onto her wrist as she takes her hand back looking at it.

“thank you, I got to tell my parents,” she says as she runs off making you smile as you feel eyes watching you, you turn around and see Zevlor leaning on a tree his arms crossed but a smile dances on his face. Deciding you get up from the crouch you are in and stand up straight watching him as he pushes himself off the tree and heads towards you.

“It seems that everything is ready and we will head back to your grove once we're done packing” You nod your head as his eyes watch every movement you make.

“It was very kind of you to give that bracelet away to the child,” he says to you, as you hum a little before replying.

“Yes, but she seems very interested in it and they are easy to make so I might as well give it away” you say turning to look at him and seeing something in his eyes, not knowing what it is.

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aviculor · 2 months

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Let me start by saying that not all Golden Armor Digivolutions are built the same. Making Magnamon evolve into something else feels like an insult, meanwhile Elephantmon just feels like a leftover idea they couldn't squeeze in anywhere. Probably could have made it Armadimon's light armor or Patamon's love armor. But regardless, I have elected to treat the golden armors as perfect levels that evolve from other armors, to...varying efficacy.

Magnamon as a Fladramon evo because they're both V-mon stretched out wearing a mask, shoes, and crop top. Then into Imperialdramon Paladin Mode because it's V-mon's final form and it's super powerful and holy and has gold accents on its white armor. Magnamon is impossible to work with when it's technically an adult, a perfect, and an ultimate at the same time.

Peacockmon as a Toucanmon evo because Toucanmon is one of Hawkmon's only actual bird armors, and it does have blue in its design. I went with Hououmon-X as the ultimate because it's the most Majestic and Miraculous bird, and its wing feathers seem to be made of light.

What a shocker, Armadimon's options suck. As I just said, Elephantmon is basically the least impressive miracle armor. But I used Frogmon as an adult stage for it because they're both cybernetically enhanced with propellers for flight, which is oddly specific. For an ultimate, I guess I made Armadimon evolve into Brigadramon in the end anyway. Blue and silver, dual propulsion system, shoots missiles. It was either that or Gabumon Bond of Friendship. That's the best I got. What do you want me to say? Elephantmon is literally a white elephant.

Rhinomon as a Pegasmon evo is actually decent since they're perissodactyls with gold armor and the studs on Pegasmon's hooves translate into the gems on Rhinomon's headpiece. Huanglongmon is a gold-plated quadruped whose red eyes translate from Rhinomon's gems. It works. I'm not in love with it, but it works.

Maildramon is scarcely better than Elephantmon, and technically it already evolves from an adult. But using Nefertimon as a stopgap between Tailmon and Maildramon does add wings and silver armor with gold accents. It was here that I realized how few options there are for armored dragons that don't belong to Agumon expies. Most of the Royal Knights are dragon men, but we're shockingly lacking in digimon that literally are dragons in knight armor. Dukemon is the most conventional knight out of Royal Knights with a visor on its helmet, albeit covering its mouth and not its eyes. I guess Dynasmon and DORUgoramon work too, but I'm disappointed there isn't something better.

Wormmon is in the same boat as Hawkmon in that I prefer an armor that stays the same taxonomic class, so I chose Searchmon to evolve into Kongoumon. Then HeracleKabuterimon-X is a giant gold bug, although Shivamon might work better conceptually.

Terriermon made me abandon the rules because we do not have armor evolutions for it aside from Rapidmon Gold. I could have easily just used the Tamers line with a gold Rapidmon instead of a green one, but MagnaGarurumon is an idea that adds a bit of freshness. They are supposed to be dogs, after all.

Come on, what the fuck is GoldV-dramon? Get that the fuck out of here. That's even worse than Elephantmon. I shouldn't even be dignifying it with a response. But it can evolve into UlforceV-dramon, sure.

#digimon

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ghost-of-a-dream-girl · 2 months

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getting to know delilah (durge)

@shewhowas39 came up with this amazing format/creative exercise to introduce OCs and thought it would be fun to use it to introduce my durge! (also because I love reading about other people's OCs)

delilah's the MC in my little durge x astarion WIP fic Where Midnight Meets Morning, best described as the final girl in a horror story of her own making

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Name: Delilah - doesn’t remember her surname. Companions sometimes shorten to ‘Lilah’. Pronouns she/her. Age: around 30-33 Race: high elf (Bhaalspawn) Class: complicated. Technically an oath-broken paladin, who does not recall her initial oath until later (vengeance). Will be multi classing and embracing her more dramatic bardic qualities. Alignment: probably toes the line between chaotic neutral/good at the start, becoming wholly chaotic good as things develop Highest stat: almost tied between strength and charisma Lowest stat: wisdom (lol) Love interest: sad vampire boy Ex: a babygurl who is just too busy for kisses Best friend: God's favourite princess Height: around 5ft 7 Body type: slender with lean muscle, defined waist with some curves Skin: a soft light brown, lightest at the start of Act I, deepens as she tans with all of their outdoor activities Hair: very dark brown, almost black, with loose curls (I imagine it as like a 2c/3a type texture) Eyes: a blue-green, more green than blue, almond shaped with upturned outer corners. Very very expressive, and she’s aware of this. Face claim: honestly difficult one. I think of her as looking similar (besides hair/skin tone) to a 90s Angelina Jolie especially with regards to the bone structure and quite luscious features which can be quite ‘siren-like’ in quality but also capable of portraying more innocence depending upon expression/make up etc.

Other notable appearance details: - She has what appears to be an initial carved into the top of her left inner thigh - She is very acutely aware of her own appearance and how others perceive her including the effect she can have on others. She uses this to her advantage frequently but struggles to feel like her body is her own rather than a weapon/tool. - In that, she is very good at altering her appearance with eg make up/hair/clothes styles for a purpose. A lot of the time how she presents herself reflects her mental state or goals. Her and Shadowheart’s first bonding moment was over a red ribbon that Shadowheart gave her to tie her hair up with. - Tattoo of a dagger with a name on it, very tiny and barely legible, behind her right ear

Favourite colour: dark midnight blue. Any blue, actually. Girl just loves water.

Greatest passion: creating music! it’s something that she needs to re-discover/learn to re-embrace about herself at the start, but song/song writing, and expression of herself through that medium. Has a beautiful voice.

Biggest fear: the Urge, and how it makes her feel. There are also moments not driven by the Urge where her own rage drives her to commit deeply violent acts, usually triggered by external control/loss of agency over her body.

Some random facts: - Very haunted, and definitely sensitive to the supernatural. - Plagued by nightmares throughout her whole life. Her dreams can be quite bizarre/disturbing, sometimes re-telling but more often than not slightly unreliable. - Complex relationship with pain. Additionally, complex relationship with sex. - Very dramatic, even in combat. Irritates Lae’zel in particular when she’s theatrical in the way she kills people. - Excellent swimmer. Enjoys wild swimming in particular, even in icy spring temperatures. - Brought up within the upper city by elven foster parents. Sent away to a very strict, religious school as a child and teenager which is where the Urge first started to manifest. - After…events she was driven towards a paladin lifestyle through the idea that the discipline and promise of revenge would drive the Urge away. Of course, it didn’t, and when something very bad and very pivotal happened to her she pretty much went completely off the rails and moved back to the city, eventually transforming into this siren-like party girl/death cult leader as she embraced her urges. One of the many beds that she fell eventually into was that of Enver Gortash.

That's her. Her fic is only just getting started over on AO3 and does also tie into my Alfira fic. She's also got one cute smutty one shot so far.

#bg3 fic #bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 durge #durge oc #durgetash #durge #astarion x durge #the dark urge bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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smoosnoom · 1 year

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... anon confession my sib and I were planning out a vld x st au a while back with altean descendent will and princess el. I think argyle took the role of coran KDHSJ

anyway mike is the black paladin, lucas blue, max red, dustin green and will took over yellow once they rescued him from the altean realm thing that allura went through in like s7 or smth (I forgor and I don't wanna rewatch) LDNSLDJ

ARGYLE AS CORAN 😭 BYE

anon . anon please look me in the eyes i Cannot have myself or anyone else fall into this pit ok i will not be able to live it down . also the lion assignments are so so real mike is so black paladin BUT I CANT DO THIS RN I CANNOT 😭 ANON PLEASE

#/ask #ATOP #SROP ODING THIS #vld #PLEASEEEEE

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howhow326 · 1 year

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Guys guys I had the same dream about the first episode of season 6 three times and its starting to freak me out

When I woke up I swaer I remembered reading about this episode in the show bible or from leaked story borads or whatever but tgen I realized its not real!

Ok ok, so the episode begins and everything is pretty normal, Ladybug and team miraculous are helping to stop villains in Paris (who I assume arent conected to Hawkmoth cuz he dosent show up). Then almost every person in the world gets superpowers! Not a miraculous, but like X-gene mutant superpoqers!!! The only people who DON'T get them are team miraculous for some reason (and chloe).

So mid way through the episode, things are hard for team miraculous because civilians have started to fight villains themselves and they don't really need Ladybug/Chat Noir anymore.

Team miraculous have an argument in their headquarters(?) And then Ladybug is all like "Fine! If you guys don't need me anymore, then I quite! I will reveal mine, and Chat Noir so he dosen't feel left out, identities to Paris and choose a new ladybug and cat holders". Then after she says that, like half of team miraculous quite their job and theres only like seven holders left!!!

Ok ok ok so this is what really weirded me out and made me think this episode was wrong. At the end of the episode, we see the line-up of the new miraculous holders and like all of them are using two miraculous! We got:

Scarabella/Alya with the ladybug and fox miraculous. The outfit was kind of predictable and busy, but it was better than most of the stuff further down

Kitty Noir/Zoe with the Cat and Snake miraculous. It was like the same as Snake Noir but Zoe still had her hair out.

Nino with the turtle + some orange miraculous (I keep remembering it as the fox but that means there are two fox weilders at the same time). For some reason, his hero outfit was this complete redesign that made him look like a DnD/WoW Paladin with like silver armor that was constantly bathed in green lights that made it kind of hard to tell what color his outfit was. AND FOR SOME REASON Nino had this big, ball shaped, shoulder paludrons/shoulder armor that was like bigger than his head and every time I looked at him I kept staring at those things because they were the only part of his hero suit that juted out from his outfit like that. Like everything else was skin tight armor(?), excpet those two metal balls on his shoulders!!!!

Max is here with the horse and some other red miraculous and he also got a completely new outfit: he has long silver pants + shoes and a red leather jacket. He kind of looked like Party Crasher but wirh different colors, honestly. Also he had a rapier (rip Kagami, she wasn't on the new team) .Also he flat ironed his hair and slicked it back for some reason (he barely looked like himself).

MANON/TJE NEWS REPORTERS DAUGHTER GIRL WAS ON THE TEAM!!! She was wearing some ugly Ladybug and Chat Noir themed princess outfit like she wears as puppeteer despite not having those miraculous wtf

Bare with me... Markov was on the team. And when he transformed he became a person sized mech suit. Uh gvh gh hfyffggyyyt

I don't remember who the seventh team member was caused the kind of faded with the background and looked a lot like Markov but I think it might have been Ivan.

Amd thats how the first episode of season 6 ended. Me just staring at these weird designs before waking up. And thats when I realized I seen those same exact ugly outfits like three times!!!

I think the only difference I had in this dream was that in one dream Chloe was their and Ladybug made her the new guardian because she proved herself in the episode (she didn't get the bee miraculous or any other miraculous, back however) and in a different dream Chloe was forced to leave Paris forever... and that dream happened before I saw Revolution!!!!!! Not before I saw the leaks, but still!!!!!!!

I'm internally screaming. I think the episode was supposed to be another fake out but the idea of MANON randomly becoming a hero and running around in her ugly little tutu scares me.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml theory #ml s6 theory #marinette dupen chang #ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #alya cesaire #zoe lee #nino lahiffe #max kante #ml manon #ml markov #ml ivan #wtf

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Boxing Day Supplemental - The Best of The Rest

Once more I have endeavored on a project wherein I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. There are just too many fun characters in the Marvel Universe and, apparently, not enough days in the year... Below the jump follow many of the heroes I made cut-outs for but could not fit into the schedule. And a very happy Kwanzaa and Boxing Day to one and all!

Blitzkrige

Franz Mittelstaedt was inspecting an electrical power plant when a stray bolt of lightning struck a faulty generator and bathed him in electricity. When he emerged from his coma weeks later, he found that he could summon lightning at will to wield as a weapon. He decided to use his power in the name of justice in his native country of Germany. He designed a colorful costume and operated under the moniker of ‘Blitzkrieg.’

The hero was selected by the Grandmaster to participate in the first Contest of Champions event. Later, Blitzkrieg joined the hero team known as The Schutz Heiligruppe as part of an effort to track down the renegade war criminal, The Red Skull. The Skull was eventually stopped but sadly Blitzkrieg perished in the adventure.

The hero first appeared in the pages of Marvel Super Hero Contest of Champions #1 (1982).

Pinpoint

Qureshi Gupta is a young super hero from New Delhi who recruited into the Champions after Ms. Marvel took leadership and decided to expand their ranks to make the team's reach global.

Qureshi possesses the ability to mentally create and control teleportation discs, which allow himself and others to teleport anywhere on Earth instantaneously. The nature and origin of these powers remain thus far unrevealed (although his green hair suggests that he may be a Mutant or Inhuman).

Pinpoint first appeared in the pages of Champions Vol. 3 #1 (2019).

The Paladin

The mysterious mercenary known as The Paladin has acted as both a villain as well as a hero, always dependent on who is paying his exorbitant fee. A master combatant, The Paladin is expert at many forms of martial arts ad fighting styles. He often employs a specialized stun-gun that fires a microwave signal that incapacitates foes. An early mission saw him hired to track down The Purple Man, leading to a confrontation with Daredevil. He was later hired by The Wasp in aiding the Avengers against Baron Brimstone. Other adventures entailed his teaming up with Spider-Man, as well as Generation X, and later Misty Knight’s iteration of The Heroes For Hire. He also worked for Silver Sable’s WildPack. Although he aided these various heroes, The Paladin always made it clear that his alignment was strictly determined by money. His loose morality notwithstanding, he did manage to catch the eye of The Wasp and the two had a brief affair whilst he acted as an unofficial member of The Avengers.

Some time later, The Paladin was hired to assassinate The Punisher, an assignment he failed in. He was then sanctioned to take out Daredevil which resulted in Daredevil being apprehended by the police. Some time thereafter, Paladin accepted an offer by Norman Osborn to lead a decidedly more nefarious version of The Thunderbolts during the Dark Reign era.

More recently, The Paladin aided Misty Knight during the Shadowland event. The Paladin first appeared in Daredevil Vol. 1 #150 (1977).

Ms. America

Madeline Joyce received super human powers when she was struck by a strange bolt of lightning near a lighthouse. She found that was suddenly imbued with the powers of flight, super strength and invulnerability. Dubbing herself Ms. America, she used her newfound powers to fight at the side of the Allied Forces during the Second World War.

Ms. America has been a member of the war-time group of heroes known as The invaders, as well as The Liberty Legion and the All Winners Squad. Following the War, Madeline married the fellow superhero, The Whizzer and the pair retired.

The heroine first appeared in the pages of Marvel Mystery Comics #49 (1943).

Feral

Maria Callasantos grew up in a housing tenement in an impoverished neighborhood of New York City. She came from a highly abusive home and she and her sister both manifested Mutant powers and attributes in their early teens. Both of them gradually transformed into cat-like creatures with enhanced strength and dexter and sharpened claws and teeth. The pair ran away and ended up joining the Morlock society under the city. Maria took on the name ‘Feral’ while her sister came to be known as ‘Thornn.’

Feral managed to evade the Marauders during he Morlock masseuse and ended up a founding member of Cable’s team of Mutant heroes, X-Force. She first appeared in the pages of New Mutants Vol. 1 #99 (1991).

Shamrock

Molly Fitzgerald was born a raised in Dunshaughlin, Ireland. Her father was a fanatically militant Irish nationalist. When Molly was three years old, her father took her and her brother to the North Ireland mountainsides and asked the heavens to grant his son the power to strike down its enemies. Although nothing seemed to have happened, Molly learned during her first year at University that she was the one who was blessed. She discovered she was surrounded by a protective aura that caused random improbabilities to manifest themselves on her behalf whenever she was in trouble. Rather than return to the war-torn mountains, she used her "good luck powers" to become Ireland's super heroine, Shamrock.

The heroine first appeared in the pages of Marvel Super Hero Contest of Champions #1 (1982).

The Destroyer

Roger Aubrey had been an English national who was arrested in Berlin around the onset of the Second World War. A prisoner of the villainous Colonel Dietrich, Aubrey was subjected to gruesome experiments as part of Dietrich’s efforts to create super soldiers for the schutzstaffel. The process that Aubry endured shrunk his body, leaving him only a few inches tall yet retaining the strength of his original size. In his diminutive state, Aubry was able to escape his captures and make his way back to England. From there he utilized what had happened to him to act as the hero Dyna-Mite as part of The Crusaders, a team of heroes for battled for the Allied Forces during the war.

Colonel Dietrich was later captured and forced to provide the formula that enabled Aubry to return to his original size. Some time thereafter, Aubry used a variation of the super soldier serum to gain enhanced strength and speed. He used these powers to assume the mantle of The Destroyer, running missions behind enemy lines. The Destroyer would later join the hero team, The Invaders, during the closing months of the war. During the war, Aubry maintained a secret romantic relationship with his teammate, Union Jack (Brian Falsworth). It was a different age and Roger and Brain felt compelled to keep their romance a secret.

Following the was, Aubry found that the special serum he had taken had the effect of slowing his aging process. As such, he continued on as the Destroyer and helped to establish the hero group known as The V-Battalion, whose mission statement was to prevent the rise of fascism across the globe. Years later, The Destroyer joined a new iteration of The Invaders led by The Thin Man.

Aubry’s first appearance was in the pages of All Winners Comics #8 (1943); his first appearance as The Destroyer was in Invaders Vol. 1 #26 (1977).

The Wraith

Zak-Del is a Kree who was genetically altered by his father to become a living weapon. The Wraith fought in the Annihilation War and was later recruited into Starfox’s Dark Guardians whose aim was to prevent Thanos from returning from the dead. The dark hero first appeared in the pages of Annihilation: Conquest Prologue #1 (2007).

Synapse

Emily Guerrero is a latent Inhuman who was bestowed superhuman powers when she came into contact with the Terrigen Cloud. She discovered she now possesses telepathic and brainwave-manipulation powers. She was soon thereafter recruited by Ca[tain America to act as a member of the Uncanny Avengers Unity Squad wherein she took on the code name of ‘Synapse.’ The heroine first appeared in the pages of Uncanny Avengers Vol. 3 #1 (2015).

Puma

Thomas Fireheart had been a successful businessman whose family heritage connected him to a long line of mystic warriors who had mastered the power of lycanthropy. Through meditation, Fireheart could transform himself into a fierce half-man/half-puma being. Seeking to further hone his skills as a warrior, Fireheart traveled to New York and accepted a contract to take down Spider-Man. This led to a number of battles between The Puma and Spider-Man. He additionally faced off with The Black Cat and then later battled Woilverine.

After witnessing Spider-Man save a group of innocent bystanders The Puma decided that the web-slinger was an honorable warrior and he chose to discontinue his attacks. Puma later teamed up with Silver Sable as a member of her mercenary force, The Wild Pack. The Puma first appeared in the pages of The Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 1 #256 (1984).

Patriot / Rayshaun Lucas

Rayshaun Lucas had been a young man living in The Harlem neighborhood of New York City. He was greatly moved by Captain America/Sam Wilson when the hero brought to light the racially-motivated injustices of the private security firm known as the AmeriCops. Rayshaun participated in the demonstrations that followed and became inspired to do what he could to bring about the social change he wanted.

Not long thereafter, Rayshaun became involved in the underground resistance during the Secret Empire event. Combat trained by The Black Widow and armed with a special shield that dubbed as a glider provided by Tony Stark, Reshaun became the new Patriot and battled alongside the heroes to bring down Hydra.

The hero first appeared in the pages of Captain America: Sam Wilson #18 (2017).

Cloud Nine

Abigail Boylen encountered a strange alien gas that bestowed her the ability of high speed flight. She was ultimately recruited into the 50-State Avengers Initiative program and took the name ‘Cloud Nine.’ Following her time with the Initiative, Abby retired from super heroics yet continues to serve as a reserve member of The Champions. She first appeared in the pages of Civil War: Battle Damage Report #1 (2007).

Rockslide

The hero known as Rockslide was Santo Vaccarro. Santo was a Mutant, possessing an X-gene that caused massive changes in his physiology in young adolescence. In Santo’s case he became a geokinetic psychic entity. In other words, his consciousness animates a large humanoid body composed entirely of inorganic granite. This bestows him incredible super strength and durability as well as the capacity to reform his body after injury or destruction. Santo also found that he would fire of his fists as short range rocky missiles.

Santo had been a huge fan of the superhero known as the Hulk and was excited about his transformation and the new powers he come to possess, seemingly unfazed by the loss of his more traditional human physique. He was recruited into the Xavier School for Gifted Youngster where he became good friends with fellow classmates, Hellion and Anole. Taking the name ‘Rockslide’ he would go on to have numerous adventures as a member of the younger generation of fledgling X-Men.

Although Rockslide often said thoughtless things and presented himself as dim and insensitive, there were other times were he showed great insight and compassion. Above all he was a loyal friend to his colleagues among the X-Men.

Rockslide became a citizen of the Island Nation of Krakoa. He embarked on an adventure to the extra-dimensional realm known as Otherworld where he perished in combat. Due to the strange nature of Otherworld, The Five mutants who could facilitate Mutant resurrection were unable to bring Rockslide back to life, making him among the first Mutants to truly die on the island. Considering the parameters of his powers, however, it is not outside of the realm of possibilities that Rockslide may one day return.

The hero first appeared in New Mutants Vol. 2 #3 (2003)

Jack Flag

A one time partner to Captain America on Earth, Jack ended up allied with Star-Lord during a break out on the Negative Zone-stationed penitentiary, Prison 42. Jack escaped with Star-Lord to Knowhere and the young hero stuck around to act as a member of the then current iteration of The Guardians. He later returned to earth and was sadly killed during the set of the Secret Empire event. He first appeared in the pages of Captain America Vol. 1 #434 (1994).

Swordsman

Jacques Duquesne was the son of wealthy French ex-patriots living in the small Southeast Asian nation of Sin-Cong. He learned to become an expert swordsman, combining multiple disciplines to become a near peerless master of the blade.

He took these skills to America where he became the star attraction of The Carnival of Traveling Wonders. While with this circus, Duquesne helped mentor a young runaway named Clint Barton. While Barton would go on to become the hero Hawkeye, Duquesne became involved in petty theft, gambling and racketeering. After learning that his former pupil had become an Avenger, Duquesne fashioned himself a costume complete with an electrified sword, dubbed himself ‘The Swordsman’ and demanded that he too be invited into the ranks of the Avengers. He was rejected and it ultimately led to his fighting against The Avengers on numerous occasions.

Later, The Swordsman fell in love with the Avenger named Mantis and he chose to aide the team in a battle against Kang. He sacrificed himself in order to save Mantis’ life and was posthumously honored as an Avenger. He was resurrected many years later by Pluto. The Swordsman first appeared in the pages of Avengers Vol. 1 #19 (1965).

Trinary

Shilpa Khatri is a young Mutant from India who used her technopathic abilities to aide the X-Men Red team. She currently resides on the Mutant nation of Krakoa. Her first appearance was in X-Men Red Vol. 1 #1 (2018).

Cosmic Ghost Rider

An older, alternate reality version of Frank Castle who came to possess the power cosmic as a herald of Galactus. Driven mad by his experiences, the Rider was initially recruited into Nebula’s Dark Guardians yet lat switched sides and served Star-Lord’s Guardians in attempted to prevent the resurrection of Thanos. The character first appeared in Thanos Vol. 2 #13 (2017).

The Anarchist

Tike Alicar was a Mutant who could produce an acidic sweat that could be channeled into a powerful corrosive blasts. He used this ability in the service of the corporate iteration of X-Force (later X-Statix). Herein he took on the alias of The Anarchist and became close friends with his colleagues The Orphan and U-Go-Girl. The Anarchist was killed in battle yet later resurrected on the Mutant nation of Krakoa. The hero first appeared in the pages of X-Force Vol. 1 #116 (2001).

Captain Universe

Gabriel Vargas was an American army veteran who found himself possessed by the cosmic Uni-Force, transforming him into Captain Universe. After traversing the stars, Varga found himself recruited into Star-Lord initial team of Guardians sent to free Hala from The Phalanx. Vargas gave up his powers to help ensure victory and fell in battle soon thereafter. The hero first appeared in Annihilation: Conquest Prologue #1 (2007).

The Collective Man

Identical quintuplets from a Chinese farming family, the brothers Tao-Yu were taken into governmental custody for study after their Mutant powers first manifested. The brothers each possessed a capacity for molecular synchronization, wherein they can alter the synchronization of their bodies’ atoms, enabling them to merge into a single being. In their collective state, the brothers possess their combined strength, speed, endurance and intellect.

Dubbed the Collective Man, the brothers acted as a super hero agent of the Chinese Military and embraced on numerous adventures. Following an encounter with The Incredible Hulk, The Collective Man was later caught up in the Contest of Champions affair.

The heroes first appeared in the pages of Incredible Hulk Vol. 1 #250 (1980).

Vivisector

Myles Alfred is a Mutant possessing the powers of lycanthropy wherein he can transform into a bipedal werewolf with awesome strength and powerful claws. He used these powers as a part of the corporate iteration of X-Force (later X-Statix) wherein he took on the alias of Vivisector. Myles has since retired from super heroics. Vivisector first appeared in the pages of X-Force Vol. 1 #117 (2001).

Atlas

Erik Josten had been a former villain who was bestowed super human strength by Baron Zemo. He initially used the name Power Man in his battles against the Avengers, but later took on the alias of Goliath when using size-augmenting Pam Particles. He was recruited into Zemo’s Thunderbolts scheme wherein he changed his identity to the heroic Atlas.

Pretending to be a hero had a dramatic effect on Eric and he chose to become a super hero in earnest, turning against Zemo and aiding The Avengers. As part of a plea bargain for past crimes, Eric was allowed to remain Atlas and serve in the new, heroic version of the Thunderbolts. The villain turned hero first appeared in The Avengers Vol. 1 #21 (1965).

The Blazing Skull

Mark Todd had been a foreign correspondent and pacifist reporter in the years leading up to the Second World War. While covering the Second Sino-Japanese War, Todd encountered the strange supernatural beings known as The Skull Men. These beings taught Todd there ways and he gained super human strength as well as a degree of pyrokenesis. He used the powers to fight the Axis Forces during World War II where he became known as The Blazing Skull. He later joined The invaders. The hero first appeared in the pages of Mystic Comics #5 (1940).

Big Bertha

Ashley Crawford is a Mutant possessing the X-Gene. In late adolescence, Ashley learned that she possesses the ability to mentally control the distribution of her body's adipose tissue. Over time she learned to master this skill.

Ashley used her power to create a highly desirable form and went on to become a highly successful fashion model. This success not withstanding, Ashley found the industry superficial and unrewarding. Soon thereafter, she happened upon Mister Immortal’s newspaper add seeking out super powered heroes. It sounded exciting and she tried it out.

Ashley used her powers to reform her body, creating a physique that is large, exceptionally strong and highly resistant to injury. She renamed herself Big Bertha and was eagerly accepted into the newly formed Great Lake Avengers.

Having spent much of her life in a slender body, Ashley was shocked and disheartened to discover just how cruel and intolerant people can be turned those who are overweight. In response she decided to make her enlarged form her standard form doing what she could to promote body positivity.

The heroine first appeared in the pages of West Coast Avengers Vol. 2 #46 (1989).

The Phantom Rider

Carter and Lincoln Slade were a pair of brothers who grew up in rural Nebraska in the middle 19th Century. Carter traveled West to become a school teacher but fell ill on his journey. He was nursed back to health by a mysterious Comanche Shaman known as Flaming Star.

Flaming Star informed Carter that he had been chosen by The Great Spirit to act as the land’s protector; to be ‘He Who Rides The Night Winds.’ Carson came to accept this proclamation and he chose to become a vigilante helping the innocent. He crafted a white suit and mask and came to be known as The Ghost Rider (sometimes the Phantom Rider or Night Rider). The hero first appeared in Western Gunfighters Vol. 2 #6 (1971).

Meteorite

Doctor Karla Sofen had been a renowned psychiatrist, who enjoyed manipulating her patients rather than helping them. She became a protégé of the villainous Dr. Faustus who helped her further refine her powers of persuasion. She was assigned to provide psychiatric care to Lloyd Bloch, the villain known as Moonstone, who possessed an ancient Kree artifact that endowed him fantastic powers. Using her guile, Dr. Sofen persuaded Bloch to give up on being Moonstone and bestow onto her the artifact.

Now possessing this item, Sofen found that she was granted superhuman strength, speed and durability, along with the power to fly, project energy beams and make her body intangible and thus impervious to harm. She used these powers to become the new Moonstone and, in her time as a super villain, went up against The Hulk, Spider-Man and The Avengers.

Moonstone fell in with Baron Zemo’s Masters of Evil. After the Avengers went missing and were presumed dead, Zemo orchestrated a plan wherein the Masters of Evil pretended to be super-heroes, naming themselves the Thunderbolts. Moonstone reinvented herself as the fake super-hero named Meteorite.

The Thunderbolts' hoax ultimately leaned them into genuine heroic activities. Meteorite then became romantically involved with Hawkeye, who had taken control of the Thunderbolts to encourage them to be heroes.

Some time later, Dr. Sofen was recruited by Norman Osborn to act as the new Ms. Marvel as a part of his Dark Avengers team. These Dark Avengers were ultimately brought down and Soften was remanded to a new Thunderbolts team tasked with fulfilling missions as a type of work furlough program.

More recently, Dr, Sofen has ended returning to the role of a psychiatrist, working at the Ravencroft Institute.

The villain who has often acted as a hero first appeared in the pages of Captain America Vol. 1 #192 (1975).

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D&D(evildom) Beyond!

my half of a trade done with @kasketart! it was a pleasure working with you and i hope you enjoy!!

includes: lucifer x gn!oc (they/them pronouns used)

wc: 6.5k | rated t | m.list | posted on ao3

a/n: i know very little about dnd, so s/o to my brother who is a dm answered all of my questions & beta-read this for me. i appreciate you!! but anyway, i tried my best to make this work similarly to actual dnd so i apologize for any glaring mistakes lol // i also have a drive folder here with character sheets i used as reference if that's something you want, and i was very intentional about choosing the classes i did for the characters but i will admit lucifer being a paladin was mostly irony lmao. this was also written before dungeons and demons dropped // also, for general requests, i do not write oc's, but since this was a trade where i received something in return, kasketart had more autonomy over the work that an anon requester or wtv would have

“Leviathan, Abel, what were you doing?” Lucifer prompts, and the two share a look.

“We were playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Leviathan begins slowly, “which, now that I’m looking–”

“–Our opening scene was awfully similar to this,” Abel finishes.

“Wait, are you saying you think we’re in your campaign?” Satan asks, eyes wide, and Leviathan nods.

“I mean, it makes total sense,” he says with budding excitement. “Like, I’m obviously supposed to be a ranger, Abel’s definitely an artificer, and Lucifer’s a total paladin. This is so cool, it’s like my dreams are being brought to life right before my eyes!”

Lucifer grimaces as he sits up, head splitting. It takes him longer than he’d like to admit to notice his surroundings, and by that, he means notice he and his brothers (and the new exchange student, Abel), are in a forest, and an unfamiliar one at that.

Now, this is concerning for several reasons, but the most pressing is because he could have sworn he had gone to sleep in his bed last night, in his favorite silk pajamas. Not whatever outfit he’s got on now. Black and red gauntlets weigh heavily on his arms, and as he looks, he notices he’s got a complete set of armor to match, completed with a variation of what seems to be his normal cloak. Beside him, in the dirt, sits an obsidian longsword with a matching shield bearing the Lamentation insignia.

He’s pulled out of his examinations by Mammon, who is now clad in a brown cloak with yellow lining, an instrument slung across his back. “Where the hell are we?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer says, hating the uncertainty. “Is everyone alright?”

Around him, his brothers all give out varying positive answers, all dressed as strangely as he and Mammon. Abel stands as well, brushing off leaves and dirt from their pants. They’re one of the more normally dressed, which isn’t saying much, but Lucifer thinks it’s a relief that he doesn’t have to worry about them being handed a weapon of some sort. Until he sees the dagger at their waist, sheathed in brown leather.

“This isn’t the Devildom,” Belphegor points out, and Lucifer spins around, still semi-awkward in the armor. As the most powerful demon in the Devildom, Lucifer never needed armor, and when he was an angel they were more or less protected by divine blessings. So he’s never worn anything quite like the get-up he’s got on now and wishes it could stay that way, as the weight and clunkiness isn’t exactly pleasant.

“Why are we here?” Satan asks, dark green robes swirling as he does his own examination of their surroundings.

“That, I do not know,” Lucifer says, swallowing his instinctive urge to act like he knows everything, like he’s in control. It wouldn’t do to appear more confident than he is, especially with so many unknowns still present. “Everybody should think back to what they were doing before you woke up here. Maybe something was triggered by one of our actions.”

“I was sleeping,” Belphegor volunteers, “so as you can imagine, I’m not exactly pleased to be here.”

“None of us are,” Mammon bites back, “so can it. And I was just watchin’ TV. Nothin’ related to whatever all this is.”

“I was editing one of my Devilgram posts,” Asmodeus says, examining his white tunic with a look of distaste. “And I really need to post it, like ASAP.”

“I was in the library,” Satan adds, “but nowhere near the cursed section.”

“Leviathan, Abel, what were you doing?” Lucifer prompts, and the two share a look.

“We were playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Leviathan begins slowly, “which, now that I’m looking–”

“–Our opening scene was awfully similar to this,” Abel finishes.

“Wait, are you saying you think we’re in your campaign?” Satan asks, eyes wide, and Leviathan nods.

“Okay, well stop nerdin’ out because it’s not my dream,” Mammon insists. “And what the hell am I supposed to be?”

“I think a bard,” Abel answers. “And I think Belphegor is supposed to be a rogue, Beelzebub is a barbarian, Satan is a wizard, and Asmodeus is a cleric.”

“I don’t know what any of that means,” Asmodeus says. “Are clerics, like cool or something?”

“Before we get into all of that,” Lucifer says, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “I think we should figure out how we got here. And why. Leviathan, where’d you get the game and what happened when you were setting up to play?”

“Well, Diavolo gave me the game,” Leviathan begins, and Lucifer chokes.

“Diavolo? You accepted a game from him? And played it? Leviathan, you know his penchant for practical jokes and games. That explains everything.”

“We were playing with Barbatos, too,” Abel says suddenly. “He was our DM. Why didn’t he come here with us too?”

“I’M AFRAID I AM STUCK IN THE GAME AS WELL,” a voice booms from the sky, and with a jolt, Lucifer realizes it’s Barbatos. “ONLY, I AM STILL THE DM.”

“This is so cool,” Leviathan whimpers, and Abel slaps him on the shoulder.

“Dude, focus!”

“Barbatos, do you know how we get out of here?” Lucifer asks, looking up into the disarmingly blue sky, so unlike the maroons and blacks of the Devildom.

“I DO NOT THINK WE CAN,” he replies regretfully, the ground shaking slightly as he speaks. “KNOWING DIAVOLO, THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH.”

“Through?” Abel yelps. “Like, through the entire campaign? That could take years!”

“I do not want to be stuck in here for years!” Asmodeus panics.

“NOT THE WHOLE CAMPAIGN. MOST LIKELY ONLY THROUGH THE SESSION.”

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Leviathan says.

“How long would that take?”

“Well, we’re all kind of OP, so probably only a few days,” he answers, and Belphegor makes a low noise of protest.

“A few days?” Beelzebub rumbles mournfully. “What am I supposed to eat here? I’m hungry!”

“I’m sure we can find some lodgings with some food or something. Maybe there’s an inn or tavern nearby,” Leviathan suggests.

“A PATH STRETCHES OUT IN FRONT OF YOU,” Barbatos intones, and Lucifer, watches disbelieving, as the air shimmers, revealing a dirt path stretching on into the distance. Now, he’s seen a lot of things in his time in the realms, but never anything quite like this.

“I’ll bet that leads into town,” Abel breaks the silence. “Maybe we should go down it?” They turn to Lucifer expectantly, and for once, he has no desire to be in control, feeling more out of his depth than he has in a long time.

“I will leave this up to you and Leviathan,” he says, clearing his throat. “You do have the most experience, after all.”

“That we do,” Leviathan nods, and it doesn’t escape Lucifer’s notice that he’s been smiling this entire time. This truly is a dream come true for him, and Lucifer just hopes he won’t get too overeager and get them in trouble.

“Perhaps once we find lodging you can explain more of this… Dungeons and Dragons stuff to the rest of us,” he suggests.

“For once, I agree with Lucifer,” Satan agrees, lip curling. “I’d like to know what exactly being a wizard entails.”

“Well, I definitely think that going down the path would be best,” Abel says, with surprising initiative. In the Devildom, they hadn’t been quite so outspoken, seemingly more anxious and hesitant. “It’s there for a reason.”

“I agree,” Leviathan says with a nod.

“But which way should we go down it?” Asmodeus asks. “It goes in either direction, and like, I don’t want to end up going away from town.”

“How will we find a way to get there?” Belphegor asks, and Leviathan snaps his fingers excitedly.

“I’ll bet there’s a marker! Barbatos?”

“ROLL FOR PERCEPTION,” Barbatos instructs, and a moment later, a giant semi-transparent die appears, floating in front of Leviathan. Without hesitation, he plucks it from the air, throwing it down to the ground gently. It rolls across the path, coming to a stop by Satan, who steps back a few feet, away from it.

“It’s a twelve,” Leviathan pronounces, and the die disappears into thin air, quickly as it had appeared. “And as a ranger… I have a plus four modifier. So sixteen.”

“YOU NOTICE A SIGN WITH AN ARROW POINTING EAST WITH ‘TOWN’ WRITTEN ON IT.”

“Nice,” Abel cheers. “Looks like we know which way to go now.”

“What was all of that?” Beelzebub asks. “Why did that die have so many sides?”

“That was a D20,” Leviathan replies, slinging his bow over his shoulder, “so it had twenty sides. They’re used to roll for checks, like I just did, in battles, and a lot of other cases. In Dungeons and Dragons, most aspects are determined by dice rolls. Multiple dice are used, and they’re all used for different things.” He pauses, taking in everyone’s blank expressions. “I’m losing, you, aren’t I? Whatever. Let’s just get to lodgings and I’ll explain everything as clearly as I can there.”

The trek to the inn doesn’t take very long at all, but by the end, everyone seems tired and weary. Asmodeus’ complaints about his feet hurting fill Lucifer’s ears, but he focuses more on Abel, who looks confident and alert. Despite being the one who “chose” them and all, Lucifer honestly hasn’t paid much attention to them, besides the necessary. He’s polite and accommodating, yes, but truly, because he’s so busy he hasn’t really had time to get to know them.

Even for a human, Abel seems fairly weak. They don’t have any special powers or any great strength, and though they are diligent and studious, nothing about them has really piqued Lucifer’s interest. Now, he’s a little concerned. He and his brothers all have powers and skills that will hopefully make traversing through this land easier, but they have no such thing. Aside from their knowledge, they’re practically useless.

Meaning, that for the good of the Devildom, it falls upon Lucifer’s shoulders to ensure they make it out of the game unharmed.

Once they’re all settled in a room with various bunk beds, quite similar to a Human Realm hostel, they make their way down to the dining hall.

“AT THE BAR, YOU SEE A MYSTERIOUS-LOOKING HALF-ORC,” Barbatos booms, and Lucifer startles, still unused to his unseen presence. No one else in the hall reacts, so he assumes he’s audible to only them. “AS YOU WATCH, SHE DOWNS A MUG OF ALE WITH A MELANCHOLIC AIR.”

“Who cares,” Satan grumbles. “None of my business.”

“That’s not how it works in Dungeons and Dragons,” Abel says patiently. “Side characters are often vessels that take us to the next part of our journey. They usually need help or something, and then there’s typically a reward that benefits us for helping.”

“That’s dumb,” Asmodeus says, crossing his arms.

“How about you all order food–poor Beelzebub looks like he’s going to faint–while Leviathan and I deal with the half-orc,” Abel suggests helpfully, and Lucifer nods.

“Yes. Let us all find a booth while they deal with her,” he directs, and everyone sits down. “Before we order, let’s figure out much money we have left after renting the room. I really wouldn’t like to find out what sort of punishment we’d receive for being unable to pay our tab.”

“I miss Goldie,” Mammon groans, digging through his pockets.

In the end, they have a small pile of coins, but since Lucifer is completely ignorant as to what each coin is worth, he has to resort to flagging down a passing barmaid to inquire. Thankfully, it’s a decent amount and they waste no time placing an order.

“No ale,” Lucifer says before one of his brothers can do something stupid. It would do them no good to try to maneuver through this world whilst drunk.

Once the barmaid disappears, Lucifer’s left to watch Leviathan and Abel. He can just barely hear them speaking to the half-orc.

“THE HALF-ORC IS HESITANT TO SPEAK WITH YOU,” Barbatos says, and Lucifer still can’t get over how nobody else but them hears him. “YOU MUST PASS A PERSUASION CHECK.”

Again, that blue die appears. In an act apparently also not visible to the general public, Leviathan rolls it. From his vantage point, Lucifer can’t see the number, but it’s evidently not good if the way Leviathan’s shoulders slump is any indication.

“Nine,” he says, “and I don’t get anything else.”

“YOUR ATTEMPTS ARE UNSUCCESSFUL.” As Lucifer watches, the half-orc gives Leviathan a wary look, turning her whole upper body away in a clear dismissal. “THE HALF-ORC CALLS FOR ANOTHER MUG.”

“Okay, well that didn’t work,” Leviathan says, returning to the table. “Damn my lack of charisma!”

“I can try,” Abel suggests. “Though as an artificer, my Charisma isn’t any higher. I’m worried I might make it worse by rolling low. Plus, I’m already not great at talking to people I don’t know.”

“She doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere,” Lucifer points out after a moment, “so why don’t you and Leviathan explain everything as quickly and succinctly as you’re able so the rest of us can add our input.”

What follows is a somewhat confusing explanation of the races, classes, fights, checks, and honestly a handful of other things Lucifer struggles to wrap his brain around. It all makes sense, but it’s just… a lot. All at once.

“So, out of all of us, who would have the best persuasion modifier, or whatever it’s called?” Satan asks, and Leviathan thinks for a moment.

“Probably Lucifer, to be honest. I’ll bet he’s got a plus three for Charisma.”

“Me?” Lucifer echoes, surprised. “Does that mean I need to talk to that half-orc?”

“Well, you should at least roll for it,” Abel says as if it’s the logical next course of action. Lucifer supposes it sort of is.

“Alright,” he says, standing up and approaching the half-orc. “I want to make a roll for persuasion.”

The die appears in front of him, and he reaches out. It’s not exactly corporeal, but it does have a weight to it, and Lucifer throws it on the ground as he’d seen Leviathan do. It rolls to a stop, showing a thirteen. He reads the number out, and Leviathan pumps his fist.

“Nice! You’ve got a plus three, so that makes sixteen!”

Out of twenty? That’s pretty good, then. Right?

“THE HALF-ORC TURNS TO YOU, UNPROMPTED.”

“You look like a good listener,” she says, and Lucifer realizes she had done exactly what Barbatos had said. Placing himself in the chair next to her, Lucifer tries for a welcoming face. “And like a strong worrier,” she continues, appraising him. “Do you think you could help me?”

“I could definitely try,” Lucifer says, and she finally sets her mug down, sighing heavily.

“My name is Shelley, and my troubles all started three weeks ago,” the half-orc, Shelley, says. “My garden was thriving, in the prime of its life! But then he came, and ruined it all.”

“He?”

“A three-headed beast,” she says lowly, clenching her fist. Lucifer watches the muscles all of the way up her arm ripple and supposes he’s glad he rolled high. “Apparently, he liked my garden. Enough to frolic everywhere in it and ruin all of my plants! My tomatoes are trampled, my flowers flattened, and my squash, well, they’re squashed. It’s awful!”

Out of everything Lucifer has expected her to say, this was definitely not it. “That sounds terrible,” he says, channeling the same energy as when he listens to student complaints regarding R.A.D. during open meetings. “Have you tried fighting him?”

“Oh, yes,” Shelley shakes her head, “but he is too strong for me and my friends. But you and your pals, well, you look like seasoned adventures! Do you think you could help me?”

Lucifer follows her gaze to his brothers and Abel, who do look pretty badass. Well, they would, if they weren’t all visibly invested in their conversation, with Leviathan going as far as to mouth ‘Say yes! Say yes!” fairly obviously.

“I think that’s doable,” he agrees, returning his attention to Shelley. “Tomorrow, should we meet here? Then you can lead us to your house and garden?”

“Works for me. I cannot thank you enough, young adventurer,” she says gratefully. “I will see you at ten.”

“HAVING AGREED TO HELP SHELLEY, LUCIFER RETURNS TO HIS TABLE TO SHARE THE GOOD NEWS,” Barbatos booms, and Lucifer finds his feet moving automatically.

“That was awesome,” Abel says quickly, and Lucifer doesn’t know why their praise hits them so differently from everyone else’s. Is it because they are just a human, and it is only natural that they should be impressed by him, or is it because they are stroking his ego, fanning his pride?

“Nice going!” Leviathan cheers, holding out his hand for a high five. Begrudgingly, Lucifer obliges him. “So what exactly are we doing?”

The next morning dawns bright and cheery, but they do not.

“I can’t believe we’re still stuck here,” Asmodeus complains. “The showers here are communal. Communal! And there’s no body lotion or conditioner or anything! On top of that, I’m expected to put on the same clothes I was wearing yesterday? This is absolutely barbaric!”

“I want to go back to bed,” Belphegor interjects. “I was forced to be awake all of yesterday and now today too? When are we getting back to the Devildom?”

“I’m hungry,” Beelzebub adds on, and Lucifer sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose. That damned headache from yesterday still hasn’t cleared up completely.

“The quicker we take care of this quest the quicker we can get back to the Devildom,” Abel says, already dressed and ready. “So chop chop, because if we’re not downstairs soon, we won’t have enough time for breakfast before we leave.”

That, at least, sent Beelzebub into motion.

“You’re taking this all surprisingly well,” Lucifer says to Abel, who startles.

“Well,” they scratch their neck awkwardly, “this isn’t the first time I’ve been transported into a strange new world.”

“Ah, yes,” Lucifer says. “I apologize that you have to go through this. This shouldn’t have been a task of yours, as your duties were just to complete your tasks and go through your classes. But Lord Diavolo has always had a strange sense of humor.”

They hum. “I mean, it’s not like I mind it too much. I’m definitely not having as much fun as Leviathan, but I think this will be a good chance for us all to grow closer. Though we’re all living under the same roof, I haven’t exactly had a chance to grow close with anyone besides Leviathan. I feel like I especially don’t know you, since you’re so busy.”

Lucifer hasn’t known they had noticed, or even cared about his absence. “I’m sorry about that–” he begins but is swiftly cut off.

“No, don’t apologize,” Abel says, holding out their hands. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel guilty. I know how incredibly busy you are, what with all your work running this family, for Diavolo, and as the student council president. Honestly, you make me feel guilty,” they continue with a self-deprecating chuckle. “I feel like I don’t do enough for the exchange program in comparison.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Lucifer says, semi-awkwardly. It’s been so long since someone has pointed out all of his duties, let alone praised him for completing them. To him, they’re just his duties, so he forgets that the burden he takes on is actually quite sizeable. “You have been scoring well in your classes and you stay on track with your tasks. That’s all you should be doing, considering you’re just a human and all.”

“Just a human?” they question, raising their eyebrow. “Now, what do you mean by that?”

“Not any offense, I assure you. Just that, in the Devildom, it would be quite difficult for you to do more than that,” he amends, but Abel doesn’t look assuaged.

“Difficult?”

“You know–” and here, Lucifer blames his lack of adequate rest and stress of being in a stressful situation for his words “–humans are quite fragile. Especially compared to demons, let alone demons as powerful as myself and my brothers.”

“Seriously? That’s what you think of humans?” Abel says lightly, but he can tell they’re offended. “Just because we don’t have powers or live a long, long time doesn’t make us weak.”

“Objectively speaking,” Lucifer begins, but thankfully, before he can dig himself into even an even deeper hole, Mammon interrupts.

“We’re all ready, so let’s go.”

Silently, Lucifer allows Abel to go first, following them out of their room and down the stairs. They grab a quick breakfast of bread and butter, then wait for Shelley. She arrives right at ten, apparently unaffected by the large quantity of alcohol he’s ingested the night before.

“Good, you’ve arrived!” she says, introducing herself to everyone. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me. My house is only a short trek from here, so if you’re all ready to go…”

“We are,” Lucifer confirms, hoisting his bag. His armor is still annoying, but he finds it’s getting in his way less and less as he grows more accustomed to it. Everyone else gathers their things, and they follow Shelley out of the tavern and through town.

As they walk, Shelley explains some of the town's background, which honestly, Lucifer couldn’t care less about. Leviathan and Satan, on the other hand, are engaged, asking questions attentively.

“My arms hurt,” Belphegor complains, and wordlessly, Beelzebub takes his pack, slinging it over his shoulder. Lucifer supposes that’s better than the alternative, which is him picking up Belphegor and slinging him over his shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Beelzebub says kindly. “Hey, Abel, I can carry your bag too, if you want?”

Abel looks up. “Thanks, but I don’t mind the weight.”

“It looks pretty heavy,” Belphegor points out, and they smile.

“It’s not too bad. There’s lots of cool stuff in it and I don’t want to make Beelzebub carry any more weight.”

If it were anyone else, any of Lucifer’s brothers, they’d have taken Beelzebub up on his offer without any hesitation. The consideration is unusual, but Lucifer is glad to see it being extended, as Beelzebub already bears more weight than the rest of them combined if the thick and wicked armor he’s wearing weighs anything close to what it looks like it should.

“My house is right up ahead,” Shelley calls, gathering their attention. Lucifer follows her gesture to the very last house on the road, set a bit away from the others to make room for the sprawling garden. The garden that is very clearly in disarray.

“Bastard,” Shelley spits as they get close, bending down to examine a smushed flower bed. “He’s done more damage since last night.”

“Where is this beast?” Lucifer asks, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. He still doesn’t really have a clue how to use it, but it makes him feel better.

“Probably around back,” Shelley says, nodding to the back of her house. “Do you really think you can take of him?”

“Doubtlessly,” he answers, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But you should probably go back into town. I have no idea what this battle will look like and I’d hate for you to be caught in the crossfire.”

She hesitates, but Lucifer is insistent. He’d really rather not have her witness the absolute fools of themselves they’re about to make fighting this beast.

“Fine,” she eventually agrees. “Meet me in the tavern when you’re done. And please, please don’t destroy any more of my garden.”

“We’ll do our best,” Abel cuts in, looking up at Shelley comfortingly. “I’m sure we’ll meet up with you in no time at all.”

Oddly enough, it seems like Shelly’s more convinced by Abel than him, though Lucifer's not sure exactly why that would be. Once she’s a good distance away, he turns to the rest of his brothers.

“I suppose we should get ready for battle, or whatever,” he says, doing his best to channel all the confidence he can. This is just another chapter in their crazy lives; who cares that they don’t know what they’re doing or what the repercussions of getting injured/killed will be?

“Okay, let’s leave our packs up here,” Leviathan says, “so take what’s essential out of them and leave the rest.”

Around him, everyone begins getting ready. Lucifer already has his sword and shield, so he figures that’s good, but the others need a little more time. As he watches, Abel pats down their side, checking that their pistols are still there, then digs through the rest of their bag, dumping it out on the grass. It really did have a lot packed in there.

Selecting a few items, they throw them into their pockets, but for the life of him, Lucifer cannot figure out what they’re doing.

“Is there a method to this madness?” he asks, stepping forward. Abel looks up, shading their eyes from the sun. Instinctively, Lucifer shifts, blocking the sun from their face, then pauses. Why had he just done that?

“To be honest, there’s not,” Abel answers frankly, with wry humor. “But I’m an artificer, so I should be able to do something with this stuff, right?” Upon seeing the uncomprehending look on his face, they elaborate. “Well, my talents lie in using infusing magic with everyday items so who knows which of these items will be handy.”

“I see,” Lucifer says. “But I can’t imagine we will have much use for you in this fight.”

Rising to their feet, Abel puts their hands on their hips. “What do you mean by that? Is this your whole ‘humans are fragile’ thing again?”

“I mean,” Lucifer says, “look around. This is not the first conflict my brothers and I have fought in. You, on the other hand, don’t even have the strength to open a jar.”

“Okay, that was one time. An outlier. So it shouldn’t be counted.” The spirited look in their eyes is captivating. When was the last time Lucifer’d seen such all-consuming passion, let felt it? His days in the Devildom had fallen into a scheduled monotony–even his brothers’ antics were becoming predictable. “And I do have things to bring to the table! Otherwise, why would you have picked my application?”

Lucifer swallows his impulsive words. It would not do for them to find out the truth, nor for it to get back to Diavolo’s ears.

“Just stay back,” he says instead. “It’s my duty to keep you safe and that is absolutely something I will do.”

When they’re all finally ready, Lucifer takes the lead, moving quietly around the house's edge. The expanse of the backyard stretches for quite a distance until it meets a forest that is thick and dense. Plants sprawl everywhere, and Lucifer quickly realizes the vegetables and flowers Shelley had mentioned were fairly different from their Human Realm counterparts, namely in size.

“Holy shit,” Abel breathes, and with a jolt Lucifer realizes they’ve moved to the front of the group, standing next to him. “Those pumpkins are huge!”

“What are you doing up here?” Lucifer hisses, and they give him a stubborn look, even as they swallow nervously. Thir orneriness is… something else.

“I can be helpful!” they insist. “I’m not going to let you sideline me!”

“Even though it’s for your own safety?”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Abel argues, louder, and Beelzebub makes a quiet shushing noise. They pay him no mind, continuing on. “I know you’re used to being in charge, but I’m not your younger sibling. You can’t order me around.”

“Believe me,” Lucifer says angrily, “I do not see you as my sibling!”

Before he can go on, a howl rips through the air, bouncing off of the foliage. He freezes, looking around, but the large plants block his view, and Shelley’s plea to avoid damaging more prevents him from just taking them all down.

“YOU’VE AWOKEN THE BEAST,” Barbatos speaks, and Abel flinches. “YOU SEE MOVEMENT TO THE LEFT. CRASHING AND GROWLING CAN BE HEARD AND AS YOU WATCH, HE EMERGES.”

It’s exactly as he says. A large black paw appears, followed by not one, but three snouts. As the beast moves forward, Lucifer can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Cerberus?” Asmodeus gasps, confirming that yes, the beast terrorizing Shelley is, in fact, his guard dog.

But this beast is not his Cerberus, at least not in this world, because it gives no indication of recognition, merely advancing threateningly. Drool drips down from one of his muzzles, splashing off of a leaf on the way down.

“Cerberus?” Abel squeaks questioningly, but they don’t retreat.

“Our guard dog,” Satan replies blankly.

“No,” Lucifer corrects. “This is not our Cerberus. And will not listen to us.”

“Oh, great.” Leviathan’s voice is suspiciously high-pitched. “Our first battle and it’s with an A-class monster.”

With an angry bark (from all three mouths), Cerberus leaps forward, into a run. Everyone scatters, but Lucifer, who draws his sword, shouts “I slash at the beast, driving him back!”

Around him, time freezes, and the D20 die appears. He awkwardly rolls the die, sword tucked under his arm, then reads off the result once he’s got his sword back in hand. “Thirteen.”

“YOU SLASH AT THE BEAST, AND THE HIT JUST BARELY LANDS.”

In a flash of movent, time unfreezes, and his body’s moving without his permission, doing what Barbatos outlines. Cerberus yelps, and Lucifer tries to ignore how wrong it feels to attack a beloved pet, focusing more on how it looks like it wants to kill him.

“YOU MUST ROLL FOR DAMAGE,” Barbatos says, and a different die appears, one with eight sides. Lucifer rolls it, getting a three, which with his strength modifier makes five.

The beast yelps, but the small wound doesn’t deter him much. With a snarl, he’s back in motion, but moves past him, towards Asmodeus, who screams.

“I bludgeon the, uh, left head!” Satan yells, shoving Asmodeus back before Lucifer can get there. In a flash–and Lucifer realizes only much later that time must have frozen for Satan to roll all of his dice and everything–Satan’s quarterstaff connects soundly, allowing him and Asmodeus time to get out of the immediate attack range.

Cerberus tries his paw at attacking Belphie, who barely manages to evade, then Mammon, who must have rolled poorly, for he receives a claw to the chest, raking bloody lines down his chest.

“Mammon!” Lucifer moves forward without thinking, rushing to Mammon’s side. Thankfully, he’s still conscious, but clearly in pain. Cerberus howls, getting ready for another attack upon his wounded prey, but Lucifer intercepts.

“I slash at the chest of the beast!” he shouts, and again, time freezes. Lucifer rolls the die, blood running cold when he sees the low number. “Three.”

“YOU ATTEMPT TO SWING, BUT MISS. CERBERUS’S TEETH DIG INTO YOUR ARM AND TEAR. YOU PASS OUT FROM THE PAIN ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.” Barbatos’ voice shakes slightly as he says this, and almost in slow-motion, time unfreezes. The anticipation is the worst of it. The knowing that he’ll miss, even as his body futilely tries to attack, is horrible and he braces himself for the pain best that he can.

But before Cerberus’ teeth make contact with the space between his arm and shoulder plate, a small body slams into him, forcing him to the side. Abel, who he’d forgotten about in the heat of the battle, quickly gets back on their feet, panting.

“What are you doing?” They yell. “Get up, get out of the way!”

Lucifer does as they instruct, rolling to the side right as Cerberus comes down where he’d been sprawled out moments before. In his haste to get up, he drops his sword and shield, but leaves them, trying to put some distance between himself and the enormous beast.

From his periphery, he sees Abel pull something from their pocket. “I use my artisan's tool to make this make the sound of a dog’s squeaker!” The thing in their hand begins to omit a high-pitched squeaking, and almost immediately, Cerberus turns on them. “I then throw this as hard and as far as I can into the woods!”

“YOU MUST ROLL FOR ATHLETICS.”

The D20 appears, and Abel rolls it; apparently, time is no longer frozen to roll. “Fifteen plus two, so seventeen!”

“YOU PITCH THE TOY AS HARD AS YOU CAN AND IT GOES SAILING INTO THE WOODS.”

With a loud call of “here, boy!” accompanied by a squeeze of the makeshift chew toy, Abel launches the toy into the air. Cerberus chases after it, and Lucifer winces as he takes down a couple of cucumber plants, sending the fruit rolling.

“What the fuck?” Asmodeus’ question hangs in the air as they all stare after the beast.

“Oh thank god, it worked,” Abel says, and Lucifer rounds on them.

“You didn’t know if it would work?”

Abel looks too worn out to argue with him. “Nothing else was working, now, was it? And anyway, you should be thanking me. I saved your ass.”

“Yeah, how did you do that?” Satan asks, raising his eyebrows, and for once, he and Lucifer are thinking the same thing. How did they get over to him fast enough, let alone even know that he had rolled poorly?

Abel shrugs. “I was right next to him and I guess the angle was off or something. I don’t know, something in my gut just told me to move.”

The explanation, as weak as it is, seems like the only one they can offer. Abel looks just as taken aback by the turn of events as everyone else. Before the conversation can continue, a familiar crashing becomes audible, and they all immediately jump into defensive positions. But when Cerberus appears again, he doesn’t go for the attack, merely dropping the toy at Abel’s feet with an expectant bark from the middle head.

“Stay back,” Lucifer warns, but Abel ignores him.

“He’s not violent,” they dismiss. “I want to pet him.”

“What?” Beelzebub yelps. “No way!”

“ROLL FOR UH, ANIMAL HANDLING,” Barbatos says unsurely, and the D20 appears in front of them. They roll the die, gasping at the result. “Eighteen, and I have a plus one in animal handling.”

“So nineteen,” Leviathan says, sounding completely shocked.

“CERBERUS EAGERLY LEANS INTO YOUR TOUCH, COMPLETELY TAMED. IT SEEMS AS IF HE HAS CHOSEN ABEL AS HIS NEW MASTER.”

Abel grins as they reach up, stretching to rub the right head’s neck. Cerberus pants happily, tail wagging.

“We… did it?” Belphegor questions. “Holy shit, we did it!”

They spend a moment celebrating, which is quickly interrupted.

“Uh, guys, still bleedin’ out here!” Mammon calls, and oh yeah, they’ve got to get him treated.

Once Mammon is quickly and neatly bandaged up by the same barmaid that’d served them the night before (whose other job is apparently at the apothecary), they stake Cerberus up outside and meet back up with Shelley, who jumps up upon seeing them.

“You did it!”

“We did,” Lucifer confirms, and is quickly wrapped up in a friendly hug. Well, relatively friendly. He almost suffocates under her biceps.

“Thank you so much,” she says, going around and shaking everyone’s hand. “As a token of my gratitude, please have this pouch of gold. It’s not much, and definitely not all that you deserve, but it’s what I have.”

Mammon eagerly takes the pouch before Lucifer can decline, and the tavern shimmers around them.

“CONGRATULATIONS FOR COMPLETING THE QUEST: CERBERUS AND DEFEATING THE BEAST,” Barbatos says, and a bright flash overtakes the room. When he can finally see again, Lucifer realizes he’s sprawled out on the floor of Leviathan’s floor, again with everyone else. This time, Barbatos is there too.

“We made it back!” Belphegor exclaims, getting to his feet.

“Thank fuck,” Satan exhales. “Leviathan if you don’t burn that stupid thing, I’m going to!”

Leviathan pouts. “Aw, really? But I had fun.”

“Destroy it,” Lucifer orders. “Or I’ll destroy you.”

“I must be getting back to the castle,” Barbatos says stiffly as Beelzebub helps him up. “I have some choice words for Lord Diavolo I must share.”

“Oh, believe me,” Lucifer says darkly, “you’re not alone in that. But first, I think I need a nice, long nap. How long has it been since we first were transported into the game?”

Checking his PC screen, Leviathan makes a noise of surprise. “Only about five minutes!”

“Yay!” Asmodeus declares. “I can still upload my post.”

They all separate then, drifting off to recuperate and resettle on their own, as they tend to do. Lucifer finds himself alone in the hall with Abel, and before he can chicken out, he calls out their name. It’s best to get this over with now, rather than let it linger. Fester.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Jumped in front of me.”

They turn slowly, and that was not what Lucifer meant to say. He mean to thank them, to not be an asshole for once, but he’s learned that around Abel, his mouth moves on its own.

“You were going to be seriously injured. Killed, probably.”

“I had armor.”

They scowl, looking past him. “We both know that would have done nothing. I saved you from dying. You should be grateful. Or what, is your pride too strong to let a human save you?”

Their sneer nettles him. “That’s not it. You could have been killed!”

It’s only when Abel’s silent that he realizes what he said. Heat fans over his cheeks, and he searches for a way to amend his words.

“So, you do care,” they say carefully before he can speak. “And here I thought I was nothing but a nuisance to you.”

“Nobody wants to see someone die in front of them.” It’s a deflection, and they both know it.“Thank you for, ah, saving me,” he tries. “And for your other contributions throughout that little… adventure.”

“Oh!” They rock back, surprised. “Uh, yeah. I guess humans aren’t as weak and fragile as you thought, huh?”

“Well, the jury’s still out on that,” he replies wryly, “but you definitely aren’t.”

The conversation lulls there, and sensing it’s over, Abel goes to turn and continue down the hall. Unable to let that happen, Lucifer reached out and catches their sleeve.

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “I just– Would you like to do something this week? Get to know one another better?”

“Taken out of context it sounds like you’re asking me on a date,” they mutter, and Lucifer’s face flames even more.

“I didn’t mean–”

“I’d like that. Either way,” they say, beginning to make their way to their room. It takes Lucifer a second to get their meaning, but when he finally does, Abel’s already shut the door behind him.

It takes him even longer to realize that he’s fine with–no, would prefer it–if it was a date.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months

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okay, so I know it's been half a year, but back in September I participated in the Swordtember drawing challenge, and I figured I'd post my swords here!

descriptions of each sword under the cut!

I. Witch: This sword actually only a hilt and a crossguard with an enchanted jewel attached to it. The blade of the sword is created by the witch channeling their magic through the gemstone.

II. Wizard: A regular steel sword, enchanted by light magic using the blue gemstone.

III. Rogue: This is a simple dagger that fits into a sheath in the rogue's boot. The loop makes it easier to pull out of your shoe.

IV. Dragon Slayer: This sword has slightly curved crossguard to account for the curve of the body of the dragons he fights. The spikes on the sword are the horns of the dragons he's slayed.

V. Spymaster: This sword extends out like a deadlier form of a plastic lightsaber. The canister it exists in contains a memory-loss spray, which partly serves to camouflage the sword among his spy-equipment.

VI. Knight Errant This flashy sword has inlaid gems and bright red feathers, to attract the attention of the damsels in distress he's out to save!

VII. Oracle: Nothing fancy, just. sword.

VIII. Jester: a simple dagger, small enough to fit with all his comical props.

IX. Royal Hunt Leader: This sword is more ceremonious than practical. It's decorative and used to signify the start of a hunt

X. Healer: This sword is enchanted with healing magic and made out of a healing tree

XI. Queen's: This sword has a fancy handle and has gems!

King:: This one matches the queen sword. If you put them next to each other, it makes a heart shape

XIII. Royal Heir: This sword is lowkey based on princess peach.

XIV: Royal Guard: Nothing too fancy!

XV. Enchanter: has a magic orb in the back!

XVI: Water Spirit: Has a blue gem and water enchantment

XVII. Forest Spirit: Has a green gem and forest enchantment, and is made of an enchanted tree.

XVIII. Bard: It's just really extra!

XIX. Alchemist: Has chambers in the back to include alchemical potions that enchant the sword.

XX. Summoner: To use this sword, just hold it in the air and say "[animal,] I choose you!"

XXI. Mermaid: This sword is enchanted so it doesn't rust, and the hilt is made of a shell. The pearls in the blade help enchant it!

XXII. Vampire: The vampire's blade is enchanted with a black magic that automatically cauterizes the wound- so that none of the precious blood is wasted, and its smell doesn't distract the vampire mid-fight.

XXIII. Vampire Hunter: The blade is made of pure silver. The hilt is a cross that's also a wooden stake.

XXIV. Barbarian: A wooden sword with spikes that doubles as a club!

XXV. Inquisitor: Just a regular sword- ¡Apuesto a que no esperabas eso!

XXVI. Artificer: The hilt has an interchangable tool- currently it has a magnifying glass attachment. The hilt also contains a secret chamber.

XXVII. Assassin: This blade is small but deadly and menacing!

XXVIII. Druid: This large sword contains a series of magic blue gems.

XXIX: Paladin sword: This sword isn't anything out of the ordinary, but it's made of some of the nicest materials.

XXX: Necromancer: This is an enchanted, two-handed sword!

#art #artblr #kazzy draws #swordtember

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everlastingdreams · 10 months

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 7

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Chapter Title: What Hides Beneath

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Warnings: Violence. Torture. !!!Sexual Assault. Rape Threat!!. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter: 7/ It’s a secret.

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The day after your narrow escape from the paladins, you were wary towards all of them.

While the Monk walked around the infirmary asking the wounded questions and learning their injuries were caused by the Green Knight, you did a little research of your own.

“How long has your Weeping Brother been a paladin?” You had asked the young paladin who was completely red faced just because you had touched his arm to heal him.

“Very long…” Said the young paladin, who must not have been there long himself, or just got really shy at the mere sight of a woman.

Perhaps persuasion did not work on the Monk, but it did work on this paladin.

“Very long, huh? I guess that’s why he is so stern. You seem to be sweeter than he is.” You saw him turn even redder and he didn’t dare to look at your face much, your bosom on the other hand…

From afar he could see how one of the newest recruits began to resemble a tomato. Brother Robert, a year or two younger than him and easily impressed with all there was to see in the world. You had picked your target well.

You feigned to be impressed with the young paladin. “You’re his brother in faith, he must confide in you a lot. Does he talk about himself amongst you?”

“Uh… he uhm…” He stammered.

The color drained from the paladin’s face when he looked past you, and you didn’t even have to turn around to know that the Monk was right behind you.

He made his presence known to both when giving the order, “Brother Robert, I see you are healed. Go and help Brother George in the stables.”

The Monk reached out and hooked a finger around the rope that bound your wrists, leading you away from your target. “Stop asking them questions about me.”

You were demanding in your search for knowledge. “You answer them then.”

Two paladins said something to each other.

He must have heard, because his eyes darkened when looking back at them. “If you are healed, return to your duties!”

It always surprised you to see how quick they were to follow his commands. Was it something about his appearance? Or was it because the Monk could best them in a fight?

He tried it on you too, “Continue your work and be quiet.”

You snorted a laugh and saw him lose some of the confidence he displayed for a blink second.

No, taking orders was never your strong suit. Your parents would have had a field day telling him about all the times you had ignored theirs.

A paladin stormed into the infirmary and went right to the Monk. “Take the Fey to the cellar, Brother. The Abbot is here, Father does not want the girl to be seen or heard by him. Hurry!”

You were out off that room within seconds, he came to a sudden stop in the hallway and you heard loud boots hitting the tile floors.

It sounded too loud for paladins. “Who-”

The Monk had covered your mouth, and pulled your back into his chest when you fought against it.

It was him hushing you in a calm manner that made you stop.

From the corner of your eye you saw a glint of gold walk by at a distance.

Trinity guards, skilled fighters known for their barbaric ways to kill Fey and anyone who crossed the Church.

Not a single person who was part of their group was a good soul. A right of passage for them included horrible crimes.

If they found out you were here, you would wish for a death by fire.

He felt your body tense up at the mere sight of the Trinity Guard, all your struggling had stopped.

The hand left your mouth and he started to pull you along again.

The familiar cellar door was opened by him, he let you walk down the steps and locked the door behind him.

He was trying to be quiet while going down the stairs as well, which was a near impossible task with the state the wooden steps were in. Someday somebody would break their neck on those.

Only when going further into the cellar did he feel it was safe enough to speak. “Abbot Wicklow would not agree with Father on using Fey to aid our mission.”

“I share the Abbot’s opinion.” You deadpanned.

His eyes slid to your face. “You will not share it if he learns of your presence here.”

You rolled your eyes and strolled further into the cellar, sensing that he was following behind.

This was the perfect chance to learn more about what or who he was. “They say you have been a paladin very long, but you do not look like an old man to me.”

He saw no reason to lie. “I was raised among them.”

You stopped in your tracks, facing away from him. “Raised?…”

That sudden change in your voice had him looking at you. “Yes. Since I was a boy.”

There were at least four barrels of wine between you and him when you turned. “You’ve never experienced a life outside of the clergy?”

“I have not.” He slowly closed the distance.

Your eyes dropped to the floor, since he was a boy… a Fey child raised by them…

You tried to hide how terrible it sounded to you. “How does a Fey boy find themselves in the hands of a priest?”

His explanation seemed so normal to him. “Father spared me from the fire, raised me and set me on the path to salvation.”

This was not a traitor by choice, this was a Fey child lost at the hands of the enemy.

Stolen, like they had stolen you. You were old enough to know how wrong it was, but he had not been.

It was heartbreaking and you struggled to hide the sadness it caused inside to know it.

You did not want him to see and risk having him think that you were weak, you turned to the side and took some steps towards a wine barrel. “They put you in a different kind of dungeon, and you don’t even see it.”

The Monk stepped toward the other wall, away from you. “You do not understand.”

You kept your eyes on the wall. “Explain it to me.”

He patted one of the barrels, a sign he was out of his comfort zone with this. “The gods you worship, they corrupted you.”

“Like the one you serve corrupted you.” You fired back calmly.

He let it wash over him. “There is no room for evil in the world we are creating.”

“Then how come I find myself in the middle of it?” You turned and walked over to him.

He faced you, often glancing down at your wrists to see if the rope was still secure.

The will to make him see the other side of things fueled you. “Just yesterday your red brothers tried to defile me. Weeks ago I was imprisoned in a dungeon. All of this was done to me by Manbloods. What have I done to deserve this?”

The intensity of your inquiring eyes forced him to look away.

The lack of response had you turning away. “Maybe Father Carden ordered you to take me into the cellar for the same reason. Can’t have the Abbot find out that Father Carden is using Feys.”

He did not want to believe it. “Father trusts that I can handle you on my own, unlike my brothers.”

“Can you?” You made him think about what he was saying.

It was the first time you saw that lopsided smirk of his and that tilt of the head that bordered on arrogance.

It must have been one of the rarest sights in the world. “You may not be a traitor, but you’re still an ass.”

That smirk vanished, still he did not seem angry over the insult, like he half expected it at this point. “You thread on thin lines. What makes you believe I would not teach you to have manners here?”

You stood your ground when he got closer and stopped right in front of your nose. “My freedom is taken from me, will my voice be too?”

He looked at you pensively.

It wasn’t in you to hold the opinion to yourself, “They stole yours. Just so you know.”

It seemed to bother him. “They did not.”

You pressed his nose on the facts, “When they took you as a boy, what did you say to them?”

He fell silent right away.

It was a memory he had tried to suppress.

The begging for his parents. The pulling at his arms to get him away from the destruction that followed. He was spared only to save the others of his kind from the damnation they faced.

The Monk scoffed, agitated by the relentless attempts to get under his skin. “I was born from evil, what I said as a boy back then means nothing.”

Loud footsteps came from above, dust fell from the wooden ceiling down on you.

He held up a finger, signaling to be quiet.

How could he be so blind to the truth?

Once all the Fey were eradicated, would Father Carden truly spare the Monk? You could not believe it to be so.

The bluff was whispered to him, “I could scream and have them find two Feys. Are you not curious if Father Carden will protect you against them? If they are your people, they would fight for you.”

You did not expected him to act so fast.

He had a hold on you instantly and covered your mouth with his hand.

The Monk was standing against you, unafraid to get up and close to keep you quiet and still.

His eyes trailed up from your face to the ceiling where the footsteps began to fade.

From the look in his eyes, you could tell that he was not at ease with the Trinity Guard present either.

You felt his fingers on the back of your head, he had you locked in his hold.

That hint of fear left his eyes and they dropped down to yours.

He was too close, this was not proper. Not for a Monk or for any man who was with a woman they were not wed to.

The time it took for him to think about stepping back and actually doing it was too long.

His hand was first to leave your mouth, the one on the back of your head was forgotten.

You used the time he spend looking at your face to ask, “Why did he spare you? You were just a child, what use were you to him?”

“I can smell the Fey.” The truth fell out and he cursed himself mentally for it.

The air left your lungs at once, no wonder he was known for his skill and ability to track down the Fey.

You wanted to get out of his hold but he refused to let go. “You’re using your ability to lead them right to us!”

Your mouth was covered again and he leaned in close.

He kept his voice low, “I do what I must for the mission!”

His tone was more vicious than the way he was holding you and it was slightly confusing.

Finally your mouth was freed and you hit him with the truth again, “No. You do it out off fear. You are Fey, nothing can change that, no matter how long you fight their war.”

He released you at once and walked away for some steps, putting his attention on the wine barrels instead. “Father would have you burned if he knew you were saying all of this to me. It is heresy.”

You didn’t move a foot. “And using Feys to do his bidding isn’t? That sounds unfair to me.”

By his continued silence, you knew he was done speaking of this.

While standing at a wine barrel, you tried to pry it open to taste a sip. “Is that how you found me in the dungeon? By my Fey scent?”

He came over to remove your greedy hands from the barrel. “Yes.”

“What do I smell like?” You put the awkward question on him.

“Strange.” He admitted.

It was hard not to take it as an insult. “Strange?!”

The Monk actually smirked at your response.

It send you into an angry rant, “At least I wash myself! Some of your red brothers smell like they bathed in a pig’s mud. On top of that, you expect me to put my hands on them to heal them!”

He said not a word and just kept staring at you.

“What?!” You snapped at him.

He was so much calmer than you now. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a very combative woman?”

That…. he….

You swallowed the insults you would have spat at him. “You’re one to talk!”

You had a point.

Still….

It was meant as a friendly reminder, “It will bring you trouble here. Father does not appreciate such behavior.”

Your curiosity won. “Do you?”

There was a exhale of air that sounded close to a scoff. “I have more patience.”

A knock on the door at the top of the stairs was heard.

“Stay here.” He said, then went towards the door.

The Monk listened until he heard a paladin say that the monastery was free of the Abbot and his following.

You were looking at him and he gestured for you to come to him.

The wooden steps cracked dangerously under your feet and it wasn’t very safe to ascend them while your wrists were bound together.

You reached the last step, the Monk had opened the door.

Your boot slipped on that damn step when some of it broke off because it was rotten at the edges.

The scream left your lungs, there was nothing you could hold on to to stop a fall.

It took him one fast step down to prevent it and give you something to cling to.

You didn’t dare to look at him now that you were hanging on to the fabric of his surcoat for dear life.

He supported your elbows and got you steady.

You muttered, “This wouldn’t have happened if my hands were not bound.”

With a sigh, he helped you leave the cellar without a broken neck.

The paladin was looking at him strangely. “The Abbot has left, Brother. Father has decided to return to camp tonight.”

Tonight? Father must be worried after the visit of the Abbot to decide such a thing.

The Monk gave the paladin an order, “Go. Tell Father I will come to speak to him.”

The paladin gave a nod. “Yes, Brother.”

Once the paladin left, the Monk wrapped a hand around your upper arm and walked you through the hallways.

He pushed the door to his room open and made you wait near the wall while he rummaged through the chest at the end of the bed.

A few moments later he was pushing a cloak in your hands.

It came with the explanation, “It could rain tonight and the weather has not been well as of late.”

That was oddly kind…

Right away it got your guard up. “What do you want from me?”

A frown creased his forehead. “Pardon?”

You knew he had heard you. “Why are you being kind all off a sudden?”

He thought for a second, then said, “Perhaps I hope it will make you be less eager to attack me with my own weapons.”

You shook your head. “It won’t. Do you know what would?”

It had piqued his curiosity, “What?”

By holding up your hands to show him the rope, you hoped to get your point across. “If you would free me, I would not be so angry all the time.”

His tone changed, it sounded colder, “You are still our prisoner.”

No matter how much kindness he showed… it was all just to keep you under control…

Did he even know what genuine kindness was?

They had diminished you to nothing more than property that was of use to them.

Even if the Monk was civil, you were still just a Fey to him, an enemy that must be dealt with when time came.

You took a step back, let the cloak fall from your hands and when it hit the ground you kicked it towards him. “Save your kindness for someone who believes in it. You’re right, I am your prisoner. There is no need to hide the truth under false pretenses.”

Your words were sharp, like the tip of a dagger, ready to cut into him.

His eyes traveled from the cloak slowly up to your face.

That pure hatred was returning in your eyes.

He did not pick the cloak up from the floor, like he feared you would kick him in the face, and you would.

The Monk’s jaw tensed, clearly not used to a Fey speaking to him like this. “Very well.”

You were taken out of that room by him swiftly and handed over to the first two paladins he saw.

“Take her to the room.” His tone was sharp as glass.

The paladins looked like they wanted to flee.

“Yes, Brother…” One managed to say.

Not much later, they had you locked up again.

The man behind the Weeping Monk was difficult to figure out. Was the compassion genuine or not? You still did not know.

If it was, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it.

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