Weeping Monk/Lancelot X Fey Princess! Reader.

Weeping Monk/Lancelot x Fey Princess! Reader.

The Weeping Monk was assigned to protect Princess (Y/N) of Scotland, one of the enemies of England but in the works of becoming powerful allies through marriage. Scotland was too dangerous during this war against the Fey, so her parents sent her off with two chests of gold to the Cardenal to ensure her safety.

And she was under strict orders to not turn.

(Y/N) hummed as she bathed in the crystal waters of a nearby lake. She hadn't bathed for three days and felt so dirty.

"Will you not bathe after me?" She called out to the Weeping Monk, she stayed with his back facing her as to not see the princess nude.

That was something only her future husband could see.

And like always, he didn’t respond.

"I'm finished," She said, getting up and grabbing the towel on the branch and wrapping herself in it.

She taught herself how to tie her own corset, with no maids around and nothing but perverted Red Paladins, she didn't want to ask.

As she was tying her corset, she reached for her gown but then made a mistake and slipped. He heard her gasp and saw that she would land on some rocks, and being paid to do this and will certainly die if she's harmed, he quickly grabbed her hand, but then fell himself.

She gasped, not from the water or pain, but the fact that she finally saw him so close. His body was pressed against hers, the water making him wet and leaving no room between them. His hair fell out and revealed beautiful flowing locks and gorgeous blue eyes.

And out of habit, out of the nature of her species, her eyes turned gold.

"Get up," He grabbed her and helped her up, really needing to change and do. . .something else to help his situation, but also trying to shake off what he just saw.

Did her eyes really glow? Or was it just his fascination for the princess messing with his mind?

"Hurry. We have to make camp before nightfall," He told her as he walked away, trying to get the image of her out of his head.

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All you thought about was him. The Weeping Monk plagued your mind, especially after that encounter. But it was him figuring out that the heir to Scotlands throne was a Fey is what terrified you so much.

"Sleep well, Princess."

"Thank you," You smiled, waiting for the last Paladin to fall asleep before you grabbed your bag and started running.

Surely after that, he would slaughter you in your sleep, and you couldn’t take the chances on whether you would live to see the sun.

But, he planned this.

He knew that if you were truly Fey, then you would try to run. But, you were different. He always saw you holding back tears each time he slaughtered towns of Fey families, and always admired you for empathizing with their pain. But, now he figured out why.

"You're a Fey."

You suddenly stopped, hearing his voice right infront of you.

How did he-?

"How is the heiress to Scotland a Fey?" Even though he wasn't trying to sound menacing, you already had a tear running down your cheek.

"My. . .my mother is a Fey. The Queen," You whimpered as he got closer and you stared at the ground.

You didn't want your last moments to be staring at the man you've grown feelings for.

"Why do you watch as they suffer?" He questioned.

And that's when you broke down.

He didn't know what to do. He certainly couldn't comfort you, he is the reason for your tears after all.

"My father is a cruel man. That bastard has a kink for Fey kind, so he married my mother for his own pleasure! He does not care about us, only that his needs are met. . .even by his own blood," That last sentence made him snap.

Your own father, flesh and blood, a man who is supposed to vow to protect you, used you for his own sick desires? His own daughter?

And yet you were never broken on the outside. Lancelot always saw you smiling and happy, but you were in pain.

"These last few months have been t-torturous, but. . .not when I am with you. . .you are so kind to children, so generous and you even give me a smile if I beg for it. . .but why couldn't my father be that way?"

That when he hugged you. You froze for a second, but then relaxed into his arms. His embrace was welcoming, even though his eyes were filled with rage for your father.

"I swear on my life, I will kill that man someday. No one deserves that horridness from their own family. . .I'm sorry."

"You. . .you aren't going to kill me?" You asked.

"I will protect you, my princess. I want to see you rule and make Scotland better for its people, I only ask that I can be around to see it happen," You cracked a small smile.

"Of course. Can this stay between us?"

"As long as I breath, your secret will stay safe."

And began a new friendship and stronger feelings.

a MUCH spicier one will be out soon!!

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Hamish Duke x Cambion! Fem! Reader, part 2

"You all suck."

(Y/N) went back to the temple to find some murder spells, only to be caught in a demon trap made by the Werewolves.

"Oh, you're all Werewolves. Nice to see how they can become lapdogs while I'm gone."

(Y/N) hissed at them.

"Why do you want Earth? Vera made a mistake-" She snorted, cutting off Hamish.

"I never wanted Earth. I want to watch Vera Stone suffer. . .ugh, I can't believe Tundra chose you," Hamish looked confused.

"But, didn't you just-"

"That was until I saw your memories, grandma lover."

"Vera isn't-"

"Oh, I love how you knew I was talking about Vera!" She clasped her hands together.

"Anyways!" Randall spoke up.

"What will it take to get you on our side?"

She rolled her eyes, "The Orders?"

"The Knights."

"Yet you wear their robes," She inspected.

"For now. We stole from them with a demon named Zecchia, and then we messed up on the second incantation. Now, Rogwan is here. This is all our fault, and since you're Asmodeus only child and only link to Earth, you're the strongest," Randall explained.

"Ah, so you've done your research. Well, Rogwan is a bit annoying. He keeps asking for my hand in marriage, but only to have unlimited access to Earth. And. . .I don't want to watch the Earth burn, just Vera. The previous Tundra loved his planet and its humans, so why even destroy the one thing that's left of him," Her humanity was shining through, and Hamish didn't know whether to admire it or take advice of it.

"What's in it for me?" (Y/N) asked, taking a seat on the Grand Magus desk.

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"Mittite eum plane inde avellam!" (Y/N) chanted as she marched toward Rogwan, who looked and saw it was his princess trying to send him back.

"My princess, what-?"

"Rogwan, ad quos eieci te ad inferos et omnibus eius speciebus!" He screamed in pain as her palm went against his forhead, and she continued with her chanting.

Everyone watched as markings spread across his body and chains burst from the floor and latched onto him, dragging him back down.

"Princess, you will regret this! Asmodeus will not tolerate your behavior!"

"I'm my own fucking woman. Daddy can't tell me what to do, so bye-bye!" She waved as he let out one last scream before Hell finally swallowed him.

"Look," She turned to Vera, "I just banished Rogwan for eternity, that's one problem I just got rid of for you. Everyone has their fear back, I reversed everything he did and so it was just another regular day for this world."

"What do you want?"

"In. With the Knights, of course. So, if they leave one day, I leave too. I offer protection, passage to this," A black book appeared in her hands.

"Book of Lost Souls and all the spells that come with it. Basically, you can use these souls to cover the cost of your magic," Vera stared at the book with greed clouding her eyes.

"Grand Magus?" Hamish spoke up.

"Y-yes. You are now officially in the Order."

(Y/N) sensed the fear and anger around the disciples whenever she walked into a room, and it filled her with joy, but also a bit of sadness at times.

"Hey," She turned around to see Lilith, the Werewolf girl she rescued.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. And I love how your parents named you after our Queen," Lilith was about to object, but decided to hold it in.

"Hamish wants to talk to you," She followed Lilith into another lounge area, where Hamish was waiting.

"Oh, look at you. No Order robes, quite fetching attire," She brushed his shoulder.

"Thank you, and thank you for helping Lilith. But-"

"You still don't trust me," He nodded.

"Don't worry, I won't touch Vera Stone. And you know, many demons and even Lilith admires the Knights," He quirked his brow.

"Your Queen admires the Knights of St. Christopher?"

"Mhm, she admires how strong willed each one of you are, along with the Hides you carry. How you take on this responsibility, knowing that death is always chasing you," She revealed.

She felt Hamish insecurities practically leaking out onto the floor. His insecurity as a leader, as someone who his friends can trust, and if Tundra really chose the right one.

"Hamish," He looked at her.

"Not once has Tundra chosen wrong. You show verocity and a great spirit and a brave soul, and doubt only works against a leader. I think you're making yourself a fine Tundra," He got a glimpse of her eyes before she left, and it sucked him in. They were a gorgeous (e/c), deep and never-ending, and sparkling with fire and curiousity of this world.

He shook it off, trying to make it seem like it was just Tundra being attracted to her.

But, maybe the previous Tundra wasn't the one.

PART 3??? FINALE???

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