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everlastingdreams · 6 months
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Weeping Monk x Reader Masterlist part 1
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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
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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 
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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...
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themuselesswriter · 8 months
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The Monk’s Wife - Chapter 7: An Amused Queen
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Characters: Lancelot Du Lac, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Squirrel
Summary: Tarja takes a day off to spoil her husband but Squirrel doesn't really allow them any peace, especially after he notices the bruises on Lancelot.
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: implied abuse
A/N: This fanfic has been becoming more of a night-time imagination than a well constructed work that makes sense, it will only get weirder from here so enjoy!
Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart
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The next morning Tarja woke up with a headache, she looked around at the state of the house, it was a mess, broken furniture everywhere, a few drops of blood, she recalls nothing “Lancelot” she called, but he did not answer, her heart raced, someone broke in and hurt him! Who would dare! She rushed to search for him, he wasn’t in the kitchen preparing a meal, nor in the bedroom, at last, she decided to search for him in the second room and that’s when she saw him, sitting in a corner, hugging himself, he was barely visible “Lancelot?” she asked worried.
He lifted his head up and looked at her, she rushed to him and knelt next to him “Lancelot, are you alright? Who did this?” She asked once she noticed the dried blood on his face, he flenched as she reached out to examin it “I’m sorry, alright? I wish if I had the courage and the understanding to end my life, I sadly didn’t and I couldn’t! I will leave just like you requested” he wept, the woman looked confused “I don’t understand, why would you want to leave?” She frowned.
The weeping one looked at her confused for a moment “because you don’t want me here” he replied, she looked even more puzzled “what makes you say that? I just pardoned you, I want you here, of course i do! You are my husband!” The man opened his mouth to speak but he was uncertain of what to say, this was beyond odd “do you not recall yesterday?” She shrugged “I got drunk and I assume fell on the ground asleep” She truly remembers nothing, none of the hatred nor the beating “what happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Who did it?” She asked “y-you” She blinked a few times, she recalls nothing of last night.
That’s when it hit her, Tate, he intoxicated her, she groaned “I’m sorry about whatever happened yesterday but it wasn’t me, I swear it” she assured him, he looked confused “my people… we manipulate fire and intoxicate thoughts, if the brain loses control which I assume happened by the hands of ale! I apologize, I never meant to hurt you” She said softly “this makes no sense” She nodded “I know but my brother… Tate, I suppose he used his powers on me yesterday and made this happen, it is a rare gift that he alone holds” she huffed.
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This blog is 50% Daniel Sharman 50% Whump
I guess I should probably do one of those "hi this is me" posts?
I am new to tumblr (well, new ish, but its been like 10 years since I was here last...) so I have no clue if I'm doing this shit right. Also new to the term Whump and the Whump Community, but I have been a whumper for as long as I can remember.
Basically all of my fave characters look better beaten up
About me;
For *reasons* I'm not going to share my name, but you can call me Tavo!
26, She/They pronouns, but I'm not opening the gender can of worms aaaaaannnyy time soon so lets say female and be done with it. Polyamorous Bi disaster from the UK
I'm a chronically ill/disabled tattoo artist, reptile (mainly snakes) keeper, and whump enthusiast. I'm currently a little (lot) obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3, the talented beauty that is Daniel Sharman, and my favorite Whumpee to write for is The Weeping Monk/Lancelot from Cursed (Netflix)
... saying that, when I say "write", I mean "Plan a ridiculously massive Weeping Monk x Green Knight fanfic in my notes app on my phone, daydream plot and various scenarios mainly whump and silently hope my phone storage doesn't run out before I post ANY of it".
I'm an artist by trade, tattooing aside, I have a side hobby making chainmail jewellery, and I cosplay/build cosplays.
Fave Whump tropes;
- Defiant whumpee
- Spitting blood
- Scars- new and healed, especially if they're found by accident by a caretaker
- Drugged/poisoned
- Broken ribs and internal injuries
- Hiding the pain badly
- Desperation in general
- Choking/restricted breathing/drowning
- "Oops, we ran out of painkillers, bite down on this belt whilst we engage in rudimentary field surgery/painful first aid"
- Whumpee hiding how injured they are until they collapse/cough up blood/etc
- Veteran Whumpees getting broken all over again. Baby Whumpee seeing this and knowing they're fucked
And probably a whole bunch I've forgotten. I love to talk whump, so drop me a message if you want to too!
(Yes, I voted on my own poll. No, it was not intentional, this poll is mocking me, and I want to cry)
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theweepingwitch · 2 years
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The Road to Avalon - Chapter 2, The Paladin Camp
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Notes: The Weeping Monk x f!reader
Been a bad time, but here you go..
Warnings: non descriptive torture, violence.
Chapter 2 - The Paladin Camp
The monk had thrown Gawain over the back of his horse. As you were not injured, he tied your hands behind you, and put another rope around your neck. As he tightened the rope, you were able to get a close look at his face. You froze in shock, and stared at him. His eyes. Not just his eyes, but your fey senses confirmed his identity. He met your eye only briefly, but long enough to see the look on your face. You knew. He turned away quickly, and led the horse out of the woods. It was bad enough the knight had seen his hand change in the leaves, now he had you to worry about.
You watched Gawain bounce on the horse, and you prayed that he would survive long enough for you to get to him.
It didn’t take long to reach your destination.
Your heart pounded as you saw the white tents of the paladin camp. Since you left Avalon, you had only seen the occasional Red Paladin, having spent most of your time in Nemos, and always well protected. This place was crawling with them. As the monk walked through the camp, paladins began to take notice of the scene. Several of them spat in your direction, curses of “Witch!” being thrown at you. Their words didn’t bother you, but you knew all too well the damage their glinting weapons could do.
The monk brought the horse to a stop before a large tent. Paladins had begun to surround the area, curious what was happening. Two men emerged from within, one in red with a white beard, the second; younger, clad in black robes. The bearded man approached the monk, raising his hands in welcome.
“You had us worried, my son.” he said. Son? You frowned at the two in confusion.
The man in black stepped forward.
“Is this him? Is this the famous Weeping Monk?” he asked, a note of admiration in his voice. The bearded man looked annoyed, but turned toward the man slightly.
“His Holiness has sent Abbot Wicklow to observe us in our campaign against the Fey.” He composed himself, and walked toward the horse.
“So... what have you brought us?”. The hooded man stepped aside to allow the red man to inspect his haul.
“The Green Knight, and someone he takes orders from.” he said. The red man clapped his hands together, then motioned for two paladins to take Gawain off the horse. Two others grabbed your arms and untied the rope.
“God smiles on us today. Oh yes.” The man you guessed now to be Father Carden stood before Gawain, a nasty look in his eye. He addressed Abbott Wicklow.
“This one...This one likes to hide up trees and shoot my men. One of them died in my arms
on a ride through the Minotaur. His name was Peter, if I recall. Fourteen. Butcher boy.
Got a barbed arrow in the neck. Died swallowing his own blood. Are you proud of that, Green Knight? No? No answer? We like that. We have Brother Salt and his kitchens for the quiet ones.” Father Carden smiled. Abbott Wicklow approached Gawain, studying his face.
“Uncanny. He almost passes for human.” he hummed. Father Carden pulled at the rope that held you, pulling your head up.
“Some can, yes. And that's how they spread.” He bent to look you in the eye now.
“By fire...or by steel, you will sing to us. And you will tell us all we need to know
about you, and your witch.” he said, looking down at your chest, his face betraying lecherous thoughts. Gawain noticed and fought against the men holding him.
“You want my words, priest?” he spat. Father Carden stood to tower over Gawain.
“Oh, I do. I do.” he said, almost sweetly. Gawain looked him in the eye.
“Are you sure? I know many things. Many secrets.” Gawain looked behind Father Carden. Towards the Monk. He shifted his weight but didn’t look at either of you. The Abbot's eyes also flicked to the monk, clearly having his suspicions. Father Carden’s voice dropped dangerously low.
“Take them to Brother Salt.”
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Inside the tent, you and Gawain were tied to chairs. You could do nothing to help him, but it seemed that the monk had hit him to maim but save his vital organs.
“Gawain, I can pray to the Hidden for you, but I don’t know how much they can do.” you said. He nodded, groaning.
“The pain I can handle, I will not talk.” he said, defiant. You knew it was true. He was stronger than anyone you had met to date. Still, you called on the Hidden to be with him. The tent was dark, but you could clearly see the blood-crusted devices hung around the place. It was cluttered, and everything seemed to be specially designed to inflict terrible injuries.
“You, Lianna, you must be strong. They will hurt you but we cannot give into this.” he said, looking up to meet your eye. You held each other's gaze, a solemn knowing of what was to come.
“The monk,” he said suddenly. You frowned.
“What about him?” you asked
“You saw, you would know a fey if you saw one.” Gawain said. You nodded.
“How could he turn on his own kind?” you said, feeling deeply sad for the countless lives lost. Gawain shook his head, looking back towards the tent entrance. Voices were approaching.
“I do not know.” Just then a tall paladin with horrible scarred eyes entered. He was led by another paladin towards a table full of butcher’s tools.
“Do you know me, friends?” the blind man asked.
“Have you heard of Brother Salt and his Kitchen?” the man bent over and splashed water over his head before turning to face Gawain.
“Let me introduce you to some of my friends. God’s fingers, I call them.” He brandished a white hot poker he called Michael in Gawains face.
“Don’t worry, you will meet them all.” He turned his blind eyes to you.
“And you, you will watch what happens to your unholy followers.”
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You could only watch as Brother Salt did everything in his power to break Gawain. You cried and sobbed, but held your tongue. It would do no good to speak now, they would be killing you both anyway.
Brother salt threw down his latest tool and marched over to his table, wiping the blood from his hands.
“This one breaks slow. Some soup, then we start again, with the woman.” Brother Salt huffed, but was calm as he was led out of the tent. You shuffled your chair over to Gawain, and opened your mouth to speak, but the tent flap flying open again made you stop. It was the Weeping Monk. He walked cautiously around to the tent, stopping several feet away, facing the table. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
“Don’t be afraid, Ash Man. We don’t bite.” You stared at Gawain, then at the monk, who had turned to look at the bound man. He had a look of confusion on his face.
“It’s those eyes. The mark of the Ash Folk. There haven’t been any in these lands for centuries. How is it you found your way here?” Indeed, Ash Folk were almost extinct. They had been amongst the first to fall when christians first arrived. You were surprised Gawain knew that identifying mark at all, given how long it had been. The monk was silent.
“Have you just come to watch me die?”
“Why didn’t you tell them, before?” the monk cut him off.
“Because all fey are brothers, even the lost ones.” Gawain said. The monk stood silent, studying Gawain, who groaned in pain.
“This pain, it will cleanse you.” the statement made you scoff. Gawain shook his head.
“You parrot their words, but you know it’s all lies.” he said, “I can feel it in you, my brother.”
“You are not my brother.” the monk snapped. Anger rose in you now.
“They have turned your mind so far inside out that you no longer know the difference between kindness and hate.” you snapped, your words moving the monk to pace around the room. It was only now you noticed the pull deep in your being where your healer's abilities lived. Pain, such unimaginable anguish seeped from the man. You could almost cry from the weight of it.
“Who did this to you?” The monk moved again to stand before Gawain, not looking at you.
“We are saving souls. Your soul.” he said. Gawain glared at the monk.
“Tell that to the little ones that you burn.”
“I don’t harm the children.” Gawain shook with rage.
“You burn their homes, slay their mothers and fathers, and you watch as your red brothers run them down on horses. And you see it all through those weeping eyes. That makes you guilty.” The monk shook his head, and marched toward the tent opening.
“Brother,” Gawain called after him, “You can fight. I’ve never seen anything like it. You could be our strongest warrior. Your people need you.”
“You are not my people!” the monk said again. Gawain gave him a challenging look.
“Then tell them. If this is where you belong, tell them what you are.” The monk stared at him.
“I will pray for you.” he answered. You glared at him.
“And we for you.” The monk gave you a quick glance before rushing from the tent.
You stared at Gawain.
“Are you insane? Bring him to the Fey? After everything he’s done?” you asked. He looked at you, eyes intense.
“You know better than I what we do to bring back our fallen. We don’t know why he is here...but he could be our greatest ally. You have not seen him as I have.” Gawain said. You sighed.
“I doubt we will get the chance. Once the blind man gets back we’re dead.” you said.
No sooner had you said the words, paladins entered the tent. They marched past you and roughly took Gawain away, ignoring your pleas to be gentle. You had never felt so helpless, and you were sure this was the last time you would see Gawain alive. You cried as the sun set, left alone with the dripping butchers tools.
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You were left alone for so long you had begun to wonder if they had forgotten you were here when the tent flap once again opened.
“Squirrel!” The boy was being dragged by the scruff by an annoyed looking man. The paladin holding him threw him roughly into a chair.
“Don’t hurt him, please he’s just a child.” you begged. The paladin finished tying Squirrel, and turned. He raised his arm and back handed you across the face, leaving blood in your mouth. Your eyes watered as your cheek burned. The paladin grabbed your chin and raised your face to look at him.
“Bite your tongue or I will remove it.” he said, smiling darkly. You stayed silent, but your eyes burned with anger. To your relief he left immediately, beckoned away by someone outside. You turned to Squirrel, whose face was red.
“What happened?” you asked, seeing the dried tears. The boy just shook his head, fresh tears in his eyes. Gawain.
“Percival,” you said gently. He wouldn’t look up or meet your eye.
“Percival, he would be proud of your bravery.” the boy sniffed.
“He made me a knight.” That confirmed it then. He must have seen Gawain first, and been caught.
“No matter what happens, you remember how brave you are, alright?��
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Night had fallen now. The only light in the tent was the few candles that someone had lit a while earlier. Through the fabric of the tent you could see men sitting around fires, winding down for the evening. A rustling pulled your attention, and Brother Salt made his way back in. He was alone this time, and needed no guide as he made his way around with ease. After a few moments, he picked up a gruesome looking tool. Squirrel’s breathing was speeding up, fear coming off him in waves you could sense without trying. Brother Salt stood before the boy, grinning.
“Shall we play now?” he asked.
“You’re the ugliest of them all! Inside and out.” Squirrel’s shout made you jump in surprise.
“Boy shut your mouth!” you said harshly, but the boy kept going.
“Kill me, fine, but you’ll still be you forever. And thats a worse hell than anything I can think of!” Brother Salt turned to his work table, feeling for, and finding a long knife.
“The tongue first, I think.” he said. Squirrels eyes shot between the knife and the paladins face.
“Go on, I’ll still keep talking, I’ll be in your nightmares talking, telling you how ugly you are. When you try and wake up, your eyes won’t open because you sewed them up like a bloody idiot!” You stared at the child. He was either the bravest or the most foolish boy you had ever seen. The Paladin chuckled, apparently amused by this outburst. He suddenly turned his head, as if to look behind him.
“Who's there?” he asked. The dark form of the hooded monk came from behind the blind man, who smiled.
“Come to watch, my weeping brother?” You stared in shock as the blade slid across Brother Salt’s throat. Quickly, the monk bent forward and cut the boy free, then yours.
“What are you doing?” you whispered. He didn’t answer, but grabbed your arm and the boys, rushing you out into the night.
What the hell he was doing he wasn’t sure. All he knew was he wasn’t about to let a child be alone with Brother Salt, no matter the cost. And it dawned on him how high that cost was. This was a betrayal of everything Father Carden had instilled in him. But the Green Knight's words had got to him. It was all lies…
All he had now was this boy, and fey woman. Getting them to safety was all he focused on.
You held Squirrel as close to you as you could, trying to shield him however you could. Your heart pounded with adrenaline.
The camp was still active, but quieter. Under the cover of darkness, the monk managed to lead you almost to the edge of camp. Almost.
“I wouldn’t.” The monk stopped. You turned to see Abbott Wicklow, and several black robed men in golden masks blocking the path. The monk pushed Squirrel and you behind him protectively.
The abbott cocked his head.
“Does he remind you of someone, this, fey orphan?” he asked mockingly.
“You don't need him.” the monk said.
“Why? Can’t he smell out his own kind like some sort of animal? Or is that just your species?”
This is the end Lancelot thought.
“Find cover.” Not needing to be told twice, you grabbed hold of Squirrel and ran. Thankfully none of the paladins followed. You pushed Squirrel down between some barrels, and threw a sac overtop of you. You could hear the fight, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart. Squirrel pushed up to watch.
“Squirrel no!” you tried to pull him back but he pushed your hands away.
“They’re going to kill him!” he cried. You looked through a space in the barrels and saw him. But man after man fell to his sword.
“My gods…” Never had you seen anything like that. But now the monk was on his knees, swords gone. In your distraction, Squirrel ran back towards the monk, picking up a fallen sword.
“Whose first?!” he shouted.
"No!" You screamed as you rushed out to grab the child.
It was the moment Lancelot needed, with all the strength he could gather he swung his blade and killed the remaining assailants. He stumbled towards you and you rushed to grab him, keeping him on his feet.
"Goliath." He managed to get out, you didn't understand but threw his arm around your shoulders and yelled at Squirrell to follow. You ran as well as you could half dragging the monk towards the treeline. As if sent by God the massive horse you had been brought into camp on appeared. No words were needed as the monk reached for the saddle. You helped him up and lifted Squirrel to sit in front of him. Then the monk reached for you, and you gladly took his hand, sitting behind him. You wrapped an arm around so you could reach the boy but the monk grabbed your hand and pressed it firmly against his chest.
"Hold on."
You barely had time to cling for your life as Goliath took off into the night.
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lorenzoxfrancesco · 3 years
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I admit that
I watch Cursed only for the sake of Daniel😍, I admit that I try to focus diligently on the dialogues and on the plot, but my mind cries out :
when the weeping monk appears?
When the weeping monk appears?
When the weeping monk appears?
I cannot focus ..
😖😫
I admit that there are 4 people and two ships that make me patient and bear this nonsense😖😗🙂💖
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natsukitakama · 3 years
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What kind of boyfriends are they ? Cursed edition
Author note : Hello ! I hope you’re doing well ♡ I’m super happy to be able to post again, I still need to practice a little bit tell me what you think about this one. I plan to create another série “what kind of significant other are they” but for a lot of fandoms ♡. 
Warning : Some spoilers / Just me fangirling over my crush 
i do not own those gifs credit to the owners 
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The weeping monk aka Lancelot 
Attentive : he tends to be quiet but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice. He used to analyze everything in order to catch fey or to fight properly and he uses this quality in your relationship. Meaning he will always know when you are down when you are angry or when you’re lying to him. 
Because he knows that he tries his best to act the proper way in order to help you going through what ever bother you. However despite his sensitive nature, he took him a long time and a lot of works to be able to express his feelings. He was raised to be a weapon to be a man, not some Childs who cried over. Be patient with him it’ll worth it. 
Collected : most of people believe that it’s a cursed  but with him it’s actually a good thing, because he is not very loud, fight are non-existent. 
Not because he doesn’t feel angry (he does) but he wasn’t raised to express his emotion or worst let them take the best of him. He is monk so he knows better than falling for wrath. It took a lot to actually make him angry. In the meantime, being quiet means he is pretty good listener and because of that he alway knows what to do when you’re about to start a fight : because he could remember what you say earlier etc. Since he is attentive when it came to you, it’s all benefit for you. 
Kind : there litteraly nothing he won’t do for you. Not kidding this little baby is touch-starved and he can’t help but thank every divinity fey or not for giving such a wonderful S/O as you are. 
He knows he can be harsh and sometimes he can hurt you with his words, he knows he isn’t very comfortable with physical affection. But he is trying. Because of that he will always take care of you as much as possible, and will always reminds you how much he loves you by small gesture. 
The first time you saw him running into you ready to kill every man and then taking you into a safe place. You knew he was in love and that he cared about you. Most of the time he manifests his love to you by small gesture, a little flower on your desk the next morning, your favorite hot drink, a book that you might be into. Anything who appears to be small gesture but means a lot for you. 
Protective : as I mentionned before, he won’t hesitate to kill anyone who might bother you. For him you far too precious for this world, you’re bringing him peace, your his heaven and there no way someone would take you away from him.
Besides no matter how hard you tried, he still believes that you need protection because the whole world is insane and you’re not ready for that. He also knows that he get a lot of ennemies because of what he did, so he has to be near just in case. No matter how hard you tried, he would always ask you to be careful (and would always have his eyes on you just to be sure). He is aware that betraying the church would give him a lot of ennemies who might try to take you away as an hostage. 
Jealous : he is a possessive man fight me on this. I can see him sending death glare at everyone who might look at you for too long. 
This jealousy came from différents things : First since he is a touch starved baby he wants all your attention on him, he doesn’t want someone to enjoy what he should be the one to experiment. Second he knows that you are out of his league, he doesn’t deserve you you’re a whole light while he is nothing but a shadow. He was blessed by your love for him and there no way he would share this. Third, I can picture him as a primal man, no matter how hard he works to be a monk a good believer, I’m pretty sure deep down there is an alpha.
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The green knight Aka Gawain 
Emotional : he might be a strong soldier, one of the best fey’s protector this man is a huge teddy bear. I’m pretty sure he is always touching his S/O : taking their hands, hugs them, kiss them. It’s written on his face he is clingy fight me on this. 
In addition I believe he is pretty sensitive and might feel when something is wrong with you. Each time something happen he will always be here reminding you that he is here, nothing is going to happen, you’re going to be fine. He is pretty easy to read actually although he claims that he can keep secret and anything (which is true) he can’t lie to you. You just have a power on him, he get overwhelmed everytime you’re here. So if he is hiding something all you have to do is to look at him right into his eyes and he would give up. 
Protective : not a surprise. He probably lost his whole family and some of his friends as well so he won’t let something happen to you. 
He might be even difficult than Lancelot, because he can be pretty bossy (especially because he works a lot as a leader) , he will order you to stay at your place and to not leave until it’s very necessary (meaning someone is in your house and you need to run away otherwise it’s never necessary for him). He just can’t loose you, it will break him. Also he tends to be distracted because fo you, you just had this power on him.  
Loving : As I said before the man is clingy, but it’s more than : his eyes are screaming « I love Y/N ». He sweats love. I can’t explain he is vibing his love. 
That’s why he is always close to you, always holding your hand, always kissing you (his kiss my god deep and slow to appreciate every second of it the type to take your breath away). When this man loves he L O V E S. When you’re in private he tends to be pretty clumsy which tends to get well... deeper when you two get intimate. Even when you’re not around people can tell when is thinking about you (99% of the time honestly) I won’t be surprised he is the worship type. 
Romantic : I don’t know he just seems to be the kind of man of taking you into a wood walking together until finding a cute little spot with a river or something. Since he is a fey he feels pretty close to earth in general. He is always spoiling you with meaning gift, like a flower who is supposed to represent love, buying you the book you were always talking about.
Maybe this is just me, but I can totally see him doing those kind of things like dancing with you while looking tenderly at you, always showing you off, writing you letter or anything. He spoils you a lot, anytime he gets the chance to buy something he knows you put interest on he would buy without a second thought. Since he is a fey, he is closed to the nature so he might even craft you something like a flower crown or anything. 
Passionate : I told you when he loves he loves, meaning everything he will do to you, he will do it while being 100% focused on you. He wants to cherish you, praises you, makes you feel like you’re a goddes in every way. 
I said his kiss would take your breath away but so does his smile or his caress, he does with such an intensity. No man had treated you like this before. During intimate moment, he would always whisper sweet things into your ear, worship your body as if you were a divinity. At the end of your session you can’t feel unloved that’s absolutely impossible. 
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Merlin 
Tease : that’s how he flirts that’s how he seduces that’s how he shows you he loves you. Although he never does this to be mean, he can’t help but giggle at seeing you being all red from embarrassment or because you’re angry at him. 
Most of the time it’s a cute teasing, but when he wants to fluster you he won’t hesitate to use his skilled tongue to tease the hell out of you until you’re practically begging at him for his attention. Of course he will oblige. It’s just so natural for him that he would do it without even realize that he was teasing you. Most of the time it’s all planned, so he can get your attention without asking you to (he is so proud I swear). 
Jealous : okay so Lancelot is jealous in the primal way but Merlin is on another level. He wants you to be his, he wants everyone to know that you’re taken and he won’t tolerate someone flirting with you or even staring at you. 
Unlike Lancelot, Merlin won’t bother sending death glare instead he will fight them : using his power to trick them or using his silver tongue to make them feel like there nothing. Remember that scene with Lenore ? Where her future husband was talking shit about her ? All he wanted was to throw him a spell. Best believe he would the same to anyone who might be to close to you. You belong to Merlin and only him, also don’t expect him to be kind when you two would be at home after the incident. 
Loving : we saw the way he was looking at Lenore, this man like Gawain vibes love. It’s just written on his face, sometimes it’s cursed cause he is alway afraid someone might use you against him. 
But 99% of the time it’s a blessing, Merlin during his long life has experimented every aspect of love sexual or not. So he knows how to please you, he knows how to caress you, how to kiss you, and he is sucker of your reaction each of them are a piece of heaven for him. He is not as passionate as the green knight but you best believe that every inch of your skin would feel loved (and he doesn’t need to have you under him to do that). He has his way to look at you, anyone even people who never meet him before would noticed how he is into you. 
Secretive : because he loves you and would die for you. He tends to keep a lot of things for himself not that he doesn’t trust you, but in his mind the less you know the better. It’s always a matter of what to do to protect Y/N.
So yeah he would have a secret but will never lie to you, that’s something he can’t do to you. Besides he doesn’t need that he get a pretty skilled tongue and knows what to do to bring another subject instead of answering your question. Since he tends to tease you a lot, all he has to do is to tease you so he would be able to change the subject. At some points you would notice his behavior but since he does that all the time you understood that he might keeps so secret between you two which make you sad. Maybe one day you’ll confront him about it ? 
Shy : believe it or not, but the man still feels some butterflies on his stomach every times he sees you. That’s what make him shy. Because he knows he is falling in love but love can be tricky or dangerous so he is a bit afraid besides he knows he gets some reputation. 
So yeah sometimes he is flustered when he hear you laughing or just sees you smile at him.  He takes him time to admit that he is into you but once he admits it, this shyness will leave for a more playful Merlin.  He was with a lot of people during his life, but he tends to got shy everytime you’re acting “innocent”. When you’re taking him on a walk enjoying any treasure that you got from nature, or just enjoying the simple. One day you were in a city, and some bards where playing around you couldn't help but take his hand to dance with him. That spontaneity never failed to make him feel like a teenager living is first love. 
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lahnistersden · 3 years
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randvi + lancelot ( i )
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catrlarbeno · 3 years
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emo boy & gamer boy
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the mask is removed, I see you as you are
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thiswasstarkslydia · 4 years
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i see lots of people already talking about nimue x weeping monk, saying that they have more chemistry than nimue x arthur without having sharing any scene yet, etc
but hear me out !!!!!!!!
weeping monk x green knight / [redacted] x gawain............ being the mlm knights we deserve......... raising squirrel or [redacted] together...... following the enemies to friends to lovers trope...... many thots head full
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charliewrites99 · 4 years
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Arthur thinking of Gawain as his romantic rival has the exact same dumbass energy as Troy being jealous and worried about Ryan's and Gabriella's friendship in High School Musical 2.
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ishiptoomuch · 4 years
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Did anyone else get protective dad vibes in this scene cause I sure did and I loved it. :)
Already ready to rewatch the entire season, would highly recommend.
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mypomeloworld · 3 years
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I love this ship so much!!!
So here’s a draw I made of them :3 I hope you like it💕💓!!
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Done! Both of them. Had to repost this, since it got out only Daniel :d
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lorenzoxfrancesco · 3 years
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I'm in shock😐😳😲, hey are you kidding me !?
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I just learned that Daniel sharman"The weeping monk " is older than Matt Stokoe"Green Knight "
what the hell?!😳😖
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No no no ... something is wrong🤔😳
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Look at them, it looks like the exact opposite to me☹️😱
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Interesting 🤔... but it does not deny that Lancelot is at the bottom and Gawain is at the top😂💖
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cutekitten6 · 4 years
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Everyone is riding the Weeping Monk/Lancelot x Nimue train
But where are the WM x Green Knight/Gawain stans????
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