#lancelot x oc

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader Masterlist part 1

The City Of Fey:

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

Word count:  43K

Warnings: Mentioned on the chapters themselves.

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

Playing With Fire:

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

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

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

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

Word count: +116K

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

Reign Of The Heart:

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

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

Warnings: Mentioned on the chapters themselves.

Word count: 290K

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

More to come...

[captainbucky-yt]

"You're Not What I Was Looking For"

-- The Weeping Monk x OC (fem)

Chapter 68: to love so fierce [ ao3 ]

Chapter Summary: Ari and Lancelot make the most of their final night before war.

Content Warning: Smut/explicit/mature content. MINORS DNI. M/F nudity. Minor praise kink. Minor sub/dom. Vaginal fingering/penetration. Hand jobs. Oral M/F receiving. Edging. Unprotected M/F intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, guys)

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

Exert:

Lancelot dragged the roughness of his beard along her jaw, leaving a burning trail in his wake.

“Turn around," he instructed.

The depth in his voice had want and need flaring through Ari’s body. 

Lancelot’s grip moved to either side of her hips as Ari turned herself around and pressed her shoulder blades to his chest, arching her body into his wandering touch. His fingers slid deftly over her hips, across her stomach, and then tugged upon the half undone binding over her chest. She breathed out in relief as the cloth fell away.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. Dipping his fingers down between her legs and branding her with the first curl of his index.

“Ohhh—” Ari buckled with a whimper at Lancelot’s delicate touch on her mound, feeling the hard press of his length against her rear. She’d forgotten all about the golden crown braided into her hair until it nudged against his collarbone, too lost in Lancelot parting her folds to reach up and work the braids apart. She pushed her hips back, delighting in the grunt she earned from him.

Across her body, Lancelot wrapped his forearm and hugged her tight. She held on while his fingertips massaged between her legs, and stars began to creep in to the darkness of her shut eyes.

“Nobody touches you like this—” Lancelot said with a warning as harsh as velvet in her ear, rubbing his cock up against her ass— “but me, remember?”

Ari chuckled lowly despite herself, remembering how much his tongue had boldly ran away from him the last time they fucked. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

[sunsetdoweoo]

*he reaches his hand out towards your cheek* ‘’whats the matter hm?~ you’ve been staring at me for a while now sweetheart~’’

[juliaswickcrs]

BOOK POSTERS :: WONDROUS WILD ↳ merlin ( s1 - s5 )

The Great Purge had not long been forgotten, especially by the lost victims of Uther Pendragon and his executioners. 

Nessa and her mother had been such victims, their village lost to the flames and embers of the King’s  vendetta. She could still hear their screams from above her hiding spot in the floorboards, could still feel the flames licking the skin on her back as she pressed herself further to the ground.

And yet, here she was, in the capital of the Kingdom, Camelot itself, summoned by the very King who destroyed her life and her village to be a companion for her his ward, Lady Morgana. 

But the courts are filled with danger and intrigue, and Nessa quickly learns that the only people she can stand are the beautiful maid she shares duties with and the court physician’s nephew, who seems to have a few secrets of his own. 

Slowly but surely, Nessa begins to find her place in a kingdom that wishes only death upon her and her kind, if only Arthur Pendragon would leave her alone for a moment of peace.

But fate is full of unexpected twists and turns, and Nessa will soon learn that she, herself, has her own role to play in the making of Camelot and its new king. 

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[chaosangel767]

Day 5:Poisoned

Day 5: Poisoned

Fandom: IkeRev 

Pairing: Lancelot x Hana (OC) 

Prompt: Day 6 - Small Shop AU 

Type: Bittersweet 

CW: injuries, poison, description of a stab wound

WC: 1361

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“Hana” The voice entering the shop startles Hana. Rushing from the back she sees the King of Hearts leaning against her display. His hand is gripping his side, blood slipping through his fingers. 

    “King Lancelot” It is only a few seconds before she is by his side, supporting him and using her magic to move them into her room. Gently removing his mantle she removes his officer jacket as well, keeping her eyes trained on the wound. 

    “Urk” The pained gasp follows the soft gasp that Hana lets out as she removes the cloth sticking to his blood. Faint black and purple discoloration is seeping from the veins around his wound. Heat radiates from the irritated skin, the blood oozing from the wound doesn’t slow for even a minute. 

    “Hold on Lance” She teleports down to the store, flipping the sign to close, and looking for a certain bottle. Hearing a thud upstairs she wastes no time teleporting back to his side, letting out a cry of his name when she sees him slumping on the floor. 

    “No no no,  Lance please” she gently maneuvers his head on her lap, summoning two bowls of water, cloths and a stack of herbs. Gently rubbing his hip, she washes the area and preps a needle, pulling the antidote from the bottle. Wincing when she notices he soaked through another set of bandages, she gently presses the needle to his skin, thankful he is unconscious. 

    “I am so sorry” she whispers as she gives him the antidote, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty skin. “Please, you have to fight this off” She murmurs, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead to help the fever. Picking up the herbs she adds them to one of the water, gently pressing it to his wound. Watching as the blood finally starts to slow, and the black and purple coloration retreats from his veins. The water of the bowl starts to turn a black and purple as she pulls the toxins from his body. Listening to his breathing, Hana lets out a breath of relief as his airways seem to open more, and his breath seems to even out. 

    “Hana-” the weak croak of her name has her looking down, glazed blue eyes looking back. Brushing her hands across his forehead and changing out the cool cloth, she lowers her ear so she can hear his strained whisper. 

    “ Stay” His rough whisper holds a hint of a command, and Hana snickers. 

    “You don’t command me, but  I don't suppose I have anything else planned today” She whispers back, using magic to maneuver him back onto the bed. Gently removing his boots, she makes him as comfortable as she can, her hand lingers on his chest, his heartbeat is stronger than it was, the intense heat receding from his body. Humming a soft song, she brushes the hair from his face and sits next to him to keep watch, her medical journal in one hand. Her mind drifts to the first time they met, the King of Hearts being much more intimidating than the weak command he gave a few minutes before. 

     “What can I help you find today?” Her blood runs cold at the figure that steps into her shop. The red and white uniform is everything she was told to hide from, but here he is. 

 “I was told there was an order here from Kyle Ash, I am here to bring it too him” the simple words spun a knot in her stomach. 

“Is Kyle hurt?” Worry floods her mind as she keeps her gaze down. Grabbing his basket, she hands it to the King. 

“He is fine, just unable to come in. Is this everything he ordered?” The King asks, taking the basket and setting it on the counter. Hana just silently nods, turning to tend to her potions in the back. 

“Wait please, I would like a word” His voice has Hana stopping in her tracks. She turns back to the King and he reaches out to lift her chin. Her deep blue eyes remind him of someone, but he can’t place who. Studying her face, he tries to find the similarities. Dark brown hair is pulled from her face and the fear in her eyes has him pausing. 

        “What is your name?” He asks and she pauses, not sure if she can even say. Finally finding her voice, it is barely above a whisper.

“Hana” The simple name has a frown crossing his face. 

 “Hana what?”  He pries more, his fingers tightening on her chin. She pauses again and he waits, he can sense the magic in her, and he can tell the fear is rolling off her. Wanting to know why she is so scared, what she is hiding, he watches her. 

“I don’t have a last name” She finally murmurs, sadness flickers in her eyes and Lancelot narrows his eyes. 

“Who raised you?” He probes further and her gaze hardens, walls going up. 

“I don’t know, I don’t remember much about my childhood.” freeing her chin from his grip she flees to the back area, sinking to the ground and clutching her heart. When the footsteps retreat anad the bell rings, she finally takes a deep breath. 

 Coughing pulls Hana from her memories, looking down she grabs the glass of water by the table on the edge of the bed. 

“Here, drink this” She murmurs, guiding his head, his icy eyes watching her as she settles back down next to him. 

‘You saved me?” he questions and she shakes her head.

“I was just doing my job’ she  shyly replies, helping him sit up a little and get comfortable. She watches him carefully as she changes out the bandages, the heat from his injury is dulled don, and the blood has finally stopped. 

“Who are you?” He asks weakly, shutting his eyes and Hana shakes her head. 

 “I wish I knew” her voice is near silent, watching the sun as it disappears behind the horizon. Lighting a lamp, she quietly tells her story. 

“I woke up in the forest when I was 8. I had no idea who I was, or what my name was. I was found by a kind woman, an old alchemist who supplied the medics of Cradle with potions and medicinal needs. She raised me, and when she passed, I took over her shop.” Lancelot listens to her story, his mind heavy with exhaustion, but he finds the woman intriguing. He lets out a low groan, maybe empathizing it so she rushes to her side. He isn’t sure what it is, but the alchemist's hands are gentle and warm, soothing his heart.  

 “Easy, you should get some more rest, your body is still trying to fight off the fever and get rid of the last of the poison” Her voice is gentle, hand lingering above him. His eyes meet hers, and once again he finds himself lost in her eyes. 

“Please, stay” the last words he remembers before he once again passes out. Hana’s eyes widen slightly as the request falls from his lips once again.  A gentle sigh falls from her lips, her hand gently cups his cheek as she studies him. Ever since their first encounter, she has seen him from time to time. He comes in to get potions he doesn’t want the others to know about and will always leave her a gift of expensive ingredients, or flowers as a thank you. Looking over at the red and gold roses on her nightstand, she smiles softly. The heartless King may actually have a heart, and with his eyes closed, his face looks so much more serene, and beautiful. The alchemist’s words echo in her head,a constant alarm begging her to run, reminding her of the danger, the one she chooses to ignore. 

“No matter what Hana, never let the King of Hearts find you, he will banish you without a second thought.”  The warning was clear, but looking at the King, Hana was sure he wouldn't banish her, not after she saved his life. He did come to her after all. 

[laudys83]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Kaamelott Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alzagar/Venec (Kaamelott), Guenièvre/Arthur Pendragon (Kaamelott), Guenièvre/Lancelot (Kaamelott) Characters: Venec (Kaamelott), Alzagar (Kaamelott), Guenièvre (Kaamelott), Arthur Pendragon (Kaamelott), Lancelot (Kaamelott), Mevanwi de Vannes (Kaamelott) Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Remorse, Regrets, elle sait pas qui choisir, Drama & Romance, un peu d'Arthur/mevanwi, Uncanon, désolé pas désolé je cale venal dans toutes mes fics Summary:

Parce que, parfois, l'amour peut renaître de ses cendres

Commence à partir du livre III

Désolée pour l’attente mais j’ai enfin mis à jour!

[head---ache]

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[beenovel]

Can’t stop thinking about a very specific dynamic

A healer and a knight fall in love.

The healer spends hours healing everyone but themselves. Caring for the sick, stitching wounds, setting bones, pushing dislocated limbs back into place. Wearing themselves to exhaustion.

The knight gently tends to the healer. Holds them in a hot bath, rubbing the soreness from their muscles under the warm water. Applies balm to their chapped fingers. Brings them tea and tucks them into bed before climbing in beside them.

The knight defends everyone. Fights off the enemy with a sword and a shield, takes the blows intended for someone else, holds the line until help arrives, fights through any and all injuries they need to in order to defend those under their protection.

The healer defends the knight when they’re down for the count. When the knight collapses, the healer takes up their sword and defends them until they get back to their feet. If someone dares to say anything against their knight they get in their faces and the healers words are sharp and cold as any blade, cutting deep into their opponent.

[marshmallowprotection]

It's that time of year again which means I get to draw something to celebrate my birthday. It's been eight years since I met the RFA this year, and that means it's been eight years since I met Saeran Choi. I am grateful to his character for being there for me after all this time, and for continuing to be with me to this day. I love him and I know in some universe out there in the cosmos, he loves me, too.

My smile shines brighter because Saeran helped me find my worth. Thank you, my love, for reminding me to love myself all four seasons even if you're not around.

[Ref: @/aniforce_pusan]

[smokerswifey]

Guys I had a dream last night where adult Nasiens and Percival leave Brittania after the war against Arthur to settle in a little territory/land like God's Finger .

They get married and have a little girl with dark green hair, the prettiest golden/brown eyes you've ever seen and a smile so bright she could light up the entire room .

She's the absolute love of their life . Percival is ( obviously) a girl dad and let's her messily braid his long hair or paint his face atrociously with makeup . Despite the sparkly mess on his face he'll always gasp in delight when she proudly holds up her rhinestone orned mirror to his face and hug her tightly saying " Thanks kiddo I look beautiful 😊😊 "

He's very obviously lying but the toothy grin abd the hug that he gets from his little girl is worth it .

She's basically a mini Percy but with darker hair and brown eyes .

And Nasiens gosh Nasiens loves their little girl ( I'm using they cause I don't know if in the future he's going to remain a he or a she, so I'm keeping the pronouns neutral for know ) who runs on her wee little legs to hug his knees tightly and say the most adorable things ever like " You're so prettyy Mama/Papa" or " I love you so so much more than the whooooole world " .

And Nasiens eats it allll up, plucking the little girl from the floor to tuck her into their arms and to kiss her fluffy hair adoringly .

She's a very energetic little bean, running and bouncing around at every second . A very curious and sharp kid tooo always asking questions. Like... always 💀.

She's also very good at hand to hand combat, her and Percy roughouse all the time much to Nasiens dismay .

( " PERCY YOU DID NOT JUST DROPKICK OUR DAUGHTER-"

" BUT HONEY SHE ASKED ME TOO TEACH HER !" )

For her magic tho I haven't really figured put what it is and I would really appreciate some ideas :))

As for her race she technically has human/life spirit ??/ giant and fairy blood running through her veins so there are a lot of options for her magic lmao .

Zeldris and Gelda are crazy about her .

Zel actually burst into tears when they announced that they were expecting.

He burst into tears when he heard that she was born .

And he burst into tears when he saw her for the first time .

( he was very embarrassed and forbids everyone from speaking about it but Meliodas heard and calls him crybaby now 💀 )

Anywas he's always asking Persiens to babysit her, like all the fucking time .

P : Dad its been three times in a row, we can find another sitter if ya want ?

Z : Nonsense son * plucks the baby out of Percy's arms and pulls her gently into his * You and Nasiens need some alone time hmm ?

N : Alone time can wait, Zeldris-San we really don't want to bother you-

Z : Bother me ??? * dramatically puts a hand over the baby's ears as is he wanted to shield her from what Nasiens said even tho she can't understand *Bothering me with this angel ?

* gazes into her big eyes adoringly.*

Never .

*looks to the couple*

To be honest I'm doing this more for myself than for you guys lmao, I just want to spend time with my beautiful grandaughter, isn't that right my little monster?

B : *coos happily *

Z : * strokes her cheek softly * You two can go now have fun *he says dismissively and turns around * You want grandpa to read you a story about how he killed a thousand godesses in one day ??

P : Please don't Dad .

Z : *pretends he can't hear* oh son you're too far, love you, have fun, byeee.

He would be the silliest grandpa .

And Gelda, Diane and King would have an amazing relationship with her naturally .

My imaginative juice has ran out for today but please expect ro hear more about Persiens daughter 🥰🥰.

AND COULD Y'ALL PLEASE HELP ME FIND A NAME FOR THIS FRICKIN KID I HAVE NO IDEA 😭😭

[trashcannotcan]

Another oc x canon??? You bet

Anyway don't we love lancelot. Anyway i liked how even fairytales or myths can come to life so of course me loving princesses will do a princess. And i chose rapunzel <3

Shes basically a painting in the british museum and i thought itd be cute to have a wax figuire x painting romance.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk / Reader my Masterlist

Little Masterlist of all the Weeping Monk x Reader Stories I’ve written so far.

The City Of Fey series:

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

Playing With Fire series:  

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

Reign Of The Heart series:

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

Forbidden Apple Series:

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Chapter 22  Chapter 23  Chapter 24  Chapter 25  Chapter 26  Chapter 27

Weeping Monk one-shots:

Pray For The Wicked

The Last Flames Burn Together  + Sequel

[captainbucky-yt]

"You're Not What I Was Looking For"

The WeepingMonk x OC (fem)

Chapter 67: the eve of war [x]

Chapter Summary: Ari's army reaches the White Hart fields of Avalon. Lancelot finally makes a bold confession.

Content Warning: threatening language.

Master list: [x]

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

Exert:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[artzzyb00-27]

Forged in Honor{Leon x OC}

What if Mulan met Merlin? What if she fell in love after losing someone special in battle? What if Camelot made peace with an old enemy who took pride in aligning themselves with dragons and magic? Lance lives because, fuck canon.

After the defeat of Morgana and the disappearance of Mordred, Arthur and Gwen branched out to other kingdoms. Once Merlin was appointed Court Sorceror, he began arranging peace meetings with magical kingdoms previously at odds with Camelot. A kingdom called Bugai, East of Camelot and Essitir's borders.

Sending out a message via crow, Merlin was able to contact the ruler and bring him to Camelot. Bringing only a small elite task force. Merlin kept having to remind them that in their culture their names were said in Surname, first name order, so they had to be respectful.

When the task force and regent arrived, they arrived in style. The warriors were mounted atop giant lizards that were taller than horses, and the Oxen in front pulled the carriage carrying the royals. They wore armor made from black metal with red touches on the rims. The metal wasn't smooth either, it was ridges that formed patterns into them. The carriage looked small but it had an enchantment that made it bigger on the inside.

"Your majesty, I hope your travel went well. I know it's a long journey from here to Bugai." Arthur greeted bowing his head in respect. The man in front of Arthur was older and walked with grace. However, he didn't wear formal robes, he wore similar armor to his warriors, and underneath appeared to be what seemed peasant clothes to them. Though they looked nicer than the commoners in Camelot wore.

"It was indeed. I rarely leave the palace walls, so I ensured to be accompanied by the best. My warriors have seen combat in many forms. They train rigorously, sometimes I think I'm too hard on them." A warrior came up to the Emporer and spoke.

"Your majesty if you ever lighten our training, I will skin myself." The Emperor chuckled and gestured for the person next to him to introduce themselves. As the person did, they faced Gwen first and bowed. Then to Arthur, Merlin, and the Knights standing on the left of their royal couple.

"No need for bowing here, after all, we plan to be friends. You can take off your helmet if you like." The warriors behind the pair obeyed and walked off to where the servants of the Citadel asked them to but the one here in front looked hesitant. The Emperor nodded his head encouraging them, which finally pushed them to do so.

When they removed their helmet, or, her helmet, the eyes of the knights, Merlin, Gwen, and Arthur widened. Her hair was in a braid with golden pinches onto it and her ears were adorned with small earrings.

The warrior noticed and she and her noble laughed. Her smile showed the perfect teeth she had.

"I understand the confusion, my voice isn't exactly feminine. It goes against most things in our culture."

"One of the things my royal council refuses to change. Thus I offered her this position. My second in command. Though young and beautiful, Fa Mingzhu is one of the most talented fighters of our people."

"He likes to flatter people. Like right now, he only sees the good."

"Some might say that's a strength," Merlin spoke bringing the attention to him. "Emperor Zhao, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"A pleasure to meet the legendary Emrys. Though Mingzhu tells me your name is something else." Merlin nodded and blushed slightly. The way the Emporer spoke felt like a warm hug from an old friend.

"Merlin. I apologize on behalf of our own Court Sorceress. We needed someone to stay behind and look after the kingdom, being the Emperor's niece makes her knowledgeable to run it like how his majesty wants to." Nodding his head Merlin held out his hand in the attempt of handshake.

Something she returned with a soft smile. It was now that Merlin realized how short she was.

"Please let me introduce you to our most notable Knights of the Round Table. Sir Leon, Sir Percival, Sir Elyan, Sir Lancelot, and Sir Gwaine." The men greeted and bowed their heads slightly but a certain knight caught her attention.

"Sir Leon, was it?" The man froze, not knowing what to do. He had been staring at her since the moment she dismounted her lizard. More so when she took off her helmet and when the Emperor explained a portion of her tale. Blinking nervously, Leon answered her question.

"Y-yes, my lady." The Knights next to him either looked away, bit their cheeks, or smiled smugly looking at the scene in front of them.

"After Merlin reached out I learned everything I could about Camelot, including its protectors. It impressed me how you've stood by King Arthur. You're very honorable, a trait well respected where I come from." Though she complimented him, he couldn't help but get lost in her eyes. Unlike him, hers were a dark shade of black that with the rays of the sun made them look like small galaxies waiting to be defined.

Her hair looked matted in some parts but it didn't matter. He wondered how she ever was able to make something that looked complicated, appear so simple on herself.

"Well, thank you. I'm ashamed to say I don't know anything about Bugai but I would love to learn." This very clearly made her happy, shown by the small dimples at the side of her lips when she smiled brighter.

"Mingzhu! I need you here, Merlin wants to discuss something. You can challenge them to a fight later." Flustered at her majesties chastizing she gave one last look at Leon through her lashes and ran off to catch up with her Emperor. A snort of amusement broke Leon's gaze from her.

Snapping his head to the far end of the lineup, Gwaine was looking down attempting to hold in a laugh. Poorly might I add. Leon gave him a strange look and continued to follow the others with the knights behind him.

"She seems intriguing," Elyan said making Leon hum in response. She seemed like her own writer of the story. Decisive, intelligent, delicate, firm, efficient. Remembering the sheath at her side, Leon wondered how well her dueling skills were. He was also interested in how they varied in regions, seeing as the Bugainians had a different style of life.

"Very beautiful for a woman in her position," Gwaine inquired to no one in particular. The vivid image of her face and the small scar on her face came to Leon's mind. The baby hairs dangled on her front from being shaken out of place from removing her helmet. Her stature was quite amusing to him, she was a small woman but had the presence of someone like Percival.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Liars, all of them. Especially Gwaine.

"Never mind, meet in the courtyard for training around noon."

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After meeting with councilmen with the three present rulers, which was just a waste of time if you asked Mingzhu, she took to sitting at a window still looking out onto the citadel, The village was drastically different. She missed the lanterns that would hang in every archway outside and the dragon statues that paid respect to their protectors. They couldn't bring them close into the city as a safety precaution so Mingzhu had to part with her companion.

"Are you alright?" A familiar voice behind her asked. Turning her head she saw Leon with a concerned smile. Ming gave a small side smile in return and shifted her body to face him. He then fully leaned on his left against the wall to attempt a casual conversation.

"Missing home I guess. It's not often we leave our land. Let alone this far." Leon blinked for a minute then smiled fondly.

"I've only read a bit about the architecture, is it true you have multiple statues of dragons?"

"Yes! They are wonderful," Ming sighed at the memory leaning against the wall now standing in front of Leon. Who was listening to her passionate description of the art but found himself staring at her eye expression. They found a sort of spark when speaking of the carvings imprinted on some of the statues to represent the creature's spirit.

"I admire your passion for the subject." Ming turned her head to glance for a moment, smiled, and then looked down the hall in front of her.

"Enough about my life, I want to learn about Camelot! What's your favorite food to have here?" Leon looked up with contemplation.

"I'll admit, nothing comes to my mind other than chocolate cake." Ming laughed a bit and Leon chuckled. It felt easy to speak with honesty to her. A wave of comfort that not even Arthur could provide.

Perhaps them both being in similar positions offered that likeness and available bridge to bond.

"I've had chocolate cake before, but I'm curious to see if it's any different from the one here. I should get some for my fellow soldiers to try."

"Perhaps the cook can make some for tonight? The King wanted to greet you all with a feast to celebrate your arrival. With both common and noblemen."

"That's very generous of him. Tell him I said thank you." Leon nodded, but then an idea occurred to him when her shadow moved into a specific location. Shite, it was noon. He'll possibly never hear the end of this.

"Uhm, perhaps you can thank him yourself. I have training with the other knights soon and the King as well. I'm sure after the meetings he'll want to relieve stress." Ming sighed and rolled her eyes with sass.

"Believe me, I need it too. Well then, lead the way." Leon wanted to offer his arm to her but thought she wouldn't take it. He also wanted to respect her status and simply led her along to the training grounds. Where the Knights of the Round Table were, along with Arthur, Merlin, and Zhao. He'll never hear the end of this.

"Leon! You're late for training! How odd," Never. Leon sucked in a breath of apology as Ming walked over to her ruler and spoke with him about joining in on training. Walking over to them, he glanced behind him and caught Ming staring at him. She smiled and looked down quickly, averting her gaze back to Emperor Zhao.

"Ahem," Turning back to his companions, he recognized the looks they were giving him. The same ones he gave Lancelot a fortnight ago at the tavern when a maiden approached him.

Oh dear.

He shook his head and walked into his place, awaiting orders from Arthur. Stepping in front of them, Arthur spoke as Ming walked over and stood next to Leon. He smiled at her and paid attention again.

"I realized that Bugai has an art of fighting that has not been seen or used here in Albion. So Emperor Zhao and Mingzhu will demonstrate. They will challenge us, two verse two. All for fun, nothing serious. After all, this is a learning experience," As Arthur explained, the men ordered themselves in two lines in front of the two warriors.

Mingzhu had undone her braid and turned it into a ponytail. For whatever reason, Leon didn't know, but somehow it made a chill go down his spine.

"Ready!" Zhao said as they both got into position. Lancelot and Gwaine went first. They had put their swords down to make it even but it didn't matter. With swift blocks and kicks at their legs to lose balance the two knights fell to the ground. Gwaine taking the hardest beating.

Pair by pair, the knights were beaten. Percival had been defeated by Ming fairly long due to struggle against his strength. That quickly turned into his weakness as she used it against him. Being more agile allowed her to roll to the side and throw his balance off with a swish at his calves.

Then it was Leon and Arthur against Zhao and Ming. The two leaders began right away while Leon attacked Ming at the side. While he wanted to hold back, he wanted to see how she fought when under certain attack.

Attempting a hit at her side, she blocked it and gripped his forearm. Quickly placing her opposite leg next to his, she used the momentum to flip him onto the grass. Landing with a thud, Leon felt a foot on his chest causing him to look up.

"Not much of a fight Leon." We'll see.

Grabbing her leg he pushed it off and kicked the other one causing her to fall. However, she regained footing on her hands and was able to throw herself up and do a flip landing on her feet. The knights and Merlin wowed and shouted in excitement.

They couldn't dream of doing techniques like that with their heavy armor. Looking to his right, Arthur had just been defeated so it meant Leon was the last one standing. This time Ming ran forward first and when Leon went to block, she faked out and flipped him over by grabbing his forearm again.

For a small woman, she had a lot of muscle on her. His fellowship laughed a loud and congratulated Ming. Leon began to sit up when he saw a hand in front of him.

"Almost."

"Almost, next time I'll be victorious." He laughed after accepting her offer and stood up.

"Maybe tomorrow, after I look forward to trying that chocolate cake with you." Smiling looking her up and down Leon heard someone call her name and watched her run off. Walking up to Arthur he found the King smiling.

"It's a good thing I allied with Bugai."

"Indeed, their combative strength will aid us in battle."

"And allow people for courtship opportunities." Leon choked on his water, spitting it out in the process.

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You thought it was over? Ha

Guess who’s back Pookie!

May I request Roywen with a Cinderella au! Specifically the scene at the ball with “So this is Love”

Hope this request makes sense and happy Valentine’s Day!

HELLAUR ELLRIZZ!! I'm gonna have so much fun writing this omgg 😈😈 (Your ask for Porter and Molly will be in the works a little later!)

'C'est ça l'amour [ 1/2 ]

(Central) Characters Featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee

↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Tinsley LaBelle, Rubina Callistis, Davidson Novellion

↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing: Roya Callistis & Gwendolyn Schnee

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」

Synopsis: So this is love? So this is what makes life divine.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, loosely inspired by the Disney 1950/2015 adaptations, Rubina and Davis /j /j, two-parter!, surprisingly longer than I thought holy shit

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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His Highness Roya Callistis was bored beyond belief.

There he sat, in his elaborately decorated throne, one that once belonged to his Father; And will inevitably become his when he finds himself a bride.

The only problem? Finding a bride in a sea of young noblewomen proved to be predictably difficult. And tedious.

As another potential suitor had announced their presence to him, Roya could only sit there in awkward silence. Only giving the pitiful young ladies of the night a nod of acknowledgment.

This predicament, in turn, happened to bring a sense of irritation upon his dear Mother — Queen Rubina.

“What in God's name is he doing?” Rubina hissed, watching her only son from a considerable distance.

Davis, Roya's cousin, stood by her side with a condescending smile. “I'm sure my dear cousin will find someone, Auntie.”

Rubina's hardened gaze softened at Davis' assurance. “Oh, you may have a point, dear nephew…”

Davis hummed, his expression going nonchalant. He was always Rubina's favorite.

“I can't help but feel concerned, however.”

“And rightfully so, Auntie.”

“I am only asking this from Roya for the sake of our Kingdom..”

“And for that, I admire your benevolence,” Davis and his ass-kissing ways. “I, too, feel concerned for my cousin.”

Rubina sighed, gently ruffling Davis' dark hair. “What would I do without you, Davis?”

Davis feigned a smile. A handsome, tenaciously deceitful, smile.

“Oh, I can't bring myself to imagine that… Auntie.”

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Gwen couldn't find the right words to describe the ambitious architecture of the palace, only parting her lips to silently gawk at all of its glory.

How stunning, Gwen thought, smiling to herself. I'll be sure to try and enjoy myself tonight…

… I only have until midnight to do so, her smile faltered at that.

Tonight, a ball fit for a princess was the one night where Gwen could look at herself — at the scenery before her — and think: I'm free.

Walking up the steps of the foyer, a couple of palace guards couldn't help themselves and happened to catch a glance at her every now and again.

Truly, everything that surrounded her was a marvel. The pinnacle of extravagance that she always believed would be reserved for her step-family.

Speaking of her step-family, Gwen managed to catch a glimpse of them once she found her way to the ballroom.

Her stepmother wore silks of dark red, obscuring her face with an ornately designed fan. Gwen's stepsisters were in the farther distance, making their way to the prince — whom Gwen couldn't get a proper look at.

Tinsley wore dark green, with hints of black and gold expertly placed along the bodice of her gown in the shape of vines.

Her other stepsister — who wasn't sure if she had an actual name — wore red, with a similar pattern to Tinsley at the bodice of her gown.

Seems like my stepsister opted to match with stepmother… Gwen hummed to herself, carefully walking around the ballroom in her unusually comfortable glass slippers to avoid catching her stepfamily's gaze.

Unfortunately, in spite of her efforts, Gwen ended up catching the eye of her stepmother.

Skeptical at the mysterious young lady that felt oddly familiar, her stepmother readily approached, her heels clicking against the floor.

Gwen winced, turning her body in the opposite direction to make an escape.

When suddenly: A hand gently yet firmly grasped her own.

Gwen looked behind her, fixating her eyes on the stranger who caught her hand; Only to realize that the ‘stranger’ in question was no stranger at all.

Pale skin, perhaps rivaling her own. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Horns that he had yet to properly explain. And long dark red locks styled into an elaborate braid that fell from his shoulder.

Roya's eyes softened when their eyes met, and it was as though time had closed its curtains.

“I…” Roya's words came to a standstill, the poor boy didn't know how to make conversation. Especially not with a lady as pretty as Gwen.

Gwen, who recognized him as the boy she met in the forest not too long ago, tilted her head slightly.

“Kit?” Ah, right.

Roya was bemused that Gwen still remembered him from the forest, and was even more than that when it came to him that she didn't realize he was the prince.

“M-My Lady…” Roya cleared his throat, finding a newfound confidence as he gazed into her ice-blue set.

“K-Kit!” Gwen was overjoyed that she found someone other than her step-family whom she recognized at the ball. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Yes, well- I am an apprentice, after all.”

“An apprentice for the palace, of course! Oh, forgive my silliness for not realizing it sooner…”

A chuckle left his lips, his free hand finding its way to her cheek. “You are forgiven, My Lady.”

Guilt was what Roya felt, feeling a slight discomfort that he was lying to Gwen about who he really was, even now.

But a part of him — that small, wishful-thinking side of him — wanted it to last a little longer. If it meant spending more time with Gwen, Roya would wear the sin of deceit with pride.

He cleared his throat a second time, taking a step back and letting the hand on her cheek fall to his side.

“If I may be frank, My Lady…”

Roya bowed down before her, his lips mere inches away from the back of Gwen's hand; His eyes piercing through her own.

“Might I have the honor of a dance?”

A gasp fell from her lips, eyes going slightly wide.

“A dance?...” Gwen looked around, and at the very least, her stepmother had already paid more attention to her sisters than anything else. “With… Me?”

Roya smiled at her, adjusting his stance. “With you, yes.”

“Shall we?”

Her eyes flickered between him and the clock behind him.

Very little time… Gwen wanted to frown, but couldn't bring herself to actually do so, lest Roya misunderstood.

But tonight was a night where she was meant to feel free for once. And perhaps dancing with ‘Kit’ was a way of doing that.

Gwen's smile, beautiful and soft in every way that made Roya's heart melt, widened in size when she took her hand in his. Both hands, this time.

“We shall.”

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Their dance felt like more than a dance. Odd way to put it, yes, but in the eyes of Roya and Gwen: It was like their two souls had intertwined.

And that, with their movements and the way they looked into each other's eyes, caught Queen Rubina's attention.

An eyebrow arched, Rubina's gaze skeptically flickered between her son and the girl he was dancing with.

“Who is she?...”

Davis narrowed his eyes. He's never seen that girl in his life, and his aunt expected him to give her an answer?

“I'm not quite sure, Auntie,” Davis answered as politely as he could, “but unfortunately, it appears I've never seen this girl in my life.”

“Well that's ridiculous,” in likeness to her nephew, Rubina's eyes narrowed.

“... Keep an eye on them.”

She descended further away from the ballroom — likely to make preparations for a potential wedding, Davis gathered.

Still, he followed his Aunt's orders, keeping a close eye on Roya and his dancing partner; In spite of his irritation.

And nobody did Irritation the way Davidson Novellion did.

Whoever that girl was, regardless of personality or status, Davis didn't like her.

As Gwen and Roya danced, it finally occurred to Gwen what was going on around her; They were being watched. Rather intently, at that.

“What…?” Gwen turned to Roya. “They're staring…”

“Well-” Roya sucked in a breath, “that is to be expected, dancing with a palace apprentice.”

“No- No,” Gwen's eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes looking between Roya and the guests behind him.

“Who are you?”

Roya stiffened, spinning her around. His lips pursed, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach.

Should he tell her the truth? If he did, would she see him differently?

He didn't want that. Never in his life would we want that, especially not with her.

To her, he wasn't the crown prince. To her, he was just… Kit. A kind hunter she met one fateful day in the woods, who happened to be ‘some apprentice’.

“Kit?”

Words were flooding his system, trying to force themselves out of his mouth.

“I…”

“Kit. Please.”

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to resist that look in her eyes, the softness of her melodious voice.

“Tell me who you are,” a beat. “Who you truly are.”

“... Might I request a second dance?”

Roya pulled away, keeping his hands intertwined with hers; A silent plea.

There, sat silence. Time had finally made its grand return, and all eyes were on them, and them alone.

He brought his hand to her cheek. “Please, my lady,” he pleaded with her, his voice desperate and regretful. “Just one more dance.”

Gwen looked him in the eye, finally taking note of all the intricacies of his attire — the kind of intricacies reserved only for royalty.

And it all clicked.

She leaned into his touch. He was one of the only ones in her life that could withstand her ice-cold palms.

She didn't want to lose that.

“I accept.”

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“Are… Are you mad at me?”

It was lucky for them, to scurry away from the prying eyes of their astute audience in the ballroom — running off to the palace gardens, unchaperoned.

Scandalous, truly. But a thought such as that never once crossed Gwen's mind. As it did not cross Roya's.

“A little,” she admitted to him, walking across a bridge so crystal clear she almost believed it was made of glass.

“A little?” Roya's head tilted. “I… I would've thought you'd be more than upset.”

“I am upset,” Gwen looked up at the night sky, her hand against the bridge’s railings. “But…”

“But?”

“But, I've convinced myself not to be more upset than I need to be. That I have to consider why you'd hide your true status from me.”

A breath caught in Roya's throat when she looked back at him, her figure illuminated by the shining moon.

“Why, Your Highness?”

It hurt to hear her say that. Perhaps it was because he grew so used to her calling him ‘Kit’.

“... I didn't want you to change your perception of me,” he walked to her, standing beside her. He looked down at the water below.

��You were so kind to me when I was Kit. I didn't want to change that.”

“So- That's why you interjected that palace guard from-”

“Yes,” he interrupted her, too. “In all honesty, I have to thank Sir Lancelot for understanding so quickly.”

They stared into each other's eyes. And they — more specifically, Roya — couldn't help but get lost in them.

He straightened himself up. Stepping back from her a little, to give her even the slightest of space.

“Well,” he looked down again, pursing his lips.

Clearing his throat, Roya continued: “You know my true name, now.”

“And I'd love for you to tell me yours, too.”

Just as Gwen was ready to open her lips and give him her name. She heard it. Many things, she heard, actually.

The sound of the clock tower ringing, a reminder of it now being the stroke of twelve; And the words of her Fairy Godmother.

On the stroke of twelve, said the Godmother that small eternity ago, all things shall return to the way they once were.

And Gwen had little to no time to properly respond to Roya.

She had no time to do… Anything.

With the little time left, Gwen made a run for it, her head spinning as she made her escape.

Roya followed suit, but just barely. He called for guards, and could only hope that wouldn't scare her off.

Unfortunately for him, it did.

And there she went, rushing into her carriage and riding off further into the darkness of the night.

He nearly sank to his knees at the sight.

And all Gwen had left for even a sliver of who she was, was a single glass slipper.

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