#the weeping monk x you
Text
Weeping Monk x Reader : The Patience Of A Heart Chapter 6
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Story Summary: After fire claimed the lives of your family, the monastery of your Uncle Carden becomes your new home. As the niece of a priest you are expected to behave prim and proper, but not even the watchful eyes of the Weeping Monk can see all. An ancient magic returns to life when love and duty begin to blur.
Chapter Title: The Many Faces Of Evil
Notes: Nearly done proofreading the other chapters. Pfew.
Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Murder. Violence. Death. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Threat of Sexual assault. PTSD. Misogyny, Self-flagellation. Gore.
Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Pining. Smut. Spicy content. Little Slow-burn.
Word count of this fic: +110K
Chapter: 6 / lol Gonna keep the chapter count a secret until the end.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The next time you saw the Monk was in the dinning hall that evening.
The soup in front of your nose was slowly getting colder, uncle Carden’s violent response was far from forgotten.
And the fluttering sensation in your stomach had chased away all hunger.
Intense blue orbs were stealing glances at you from across the room, you could feel it…
Taken a sip of water did nothing to calm the nerves that had taken hold, it had never felt like this after a kiss before… not this strong.
Could it even be called such?
Perhaps it was best not to speak of it, what if all it brought was more heartache and the end of a friendship?
Brother Albert, who sat beside you, had no problem drinking his soup, the slurping mixed with those of the other paladins.
You twirled the spoon in your bowl of soup, making it at least look like you were busy with it.
Father Carden took notice and loudly questioned “Dear y/n, I see you have not tasted the soup. Are you ill?”
You barely made eye-contact, feeling stares aimed at you “No, uncle.”
The priest waited for an explanation and saw you stubbornly ignore him “Wh-”
You were quicker “I think I’ll just retreat to my chamber for the night.”
He must have sensed that you were still just as bitter and angry as he was about what happened earlier “Very well.”
It was perhaps petty, but when you moved your chair back, you let the feet of the chair drag sharply over the tile floor.
If they could stand the sound of slurping, they could stand the sharp pitch of the chair too.
The Monk’s hand hid the smirk that was present on his face.
Father would not appreciate the response to your attitude.
Someone was behaving feisty today…
There was a very quick moment of eye-contact between you and the Monk when you loudly put the chair back under the table.
You looked so smug…
He looked quite entertained.
With your head held high, you walked to the door “Goodnight, Brothers?”
It set off a choir of their responses to it, some of the paladins earned a glare from your uncle when they sounded a bit too eager to wish you a good night.
The Monk bit his tongue until you walked past him to the door, he did not lift his eyes from the table and tried to sound almost bored “Rest well, Lady y/n.”
You gave a shallow nod in response and left the room without saying a word to your uncle.
But you did not retreat to your room right away as you had claimed, instead you went outside.
Even though any trips outside the monastery were currently forbidden, a small walk around the building was permitted. With the slap the Monk had received in your stead in mind, you did your best to not agitate uncle Carden further.
With your fingertips dragging along the wall, you continued the walk and enjoyed the seeing the sun going down.
You’d reached the back of the monastery, it didn’t take long to reach another corner but footsteps behind you alerted you to another person’s presence.
A smile grew “Did my uncle order you to keep an eye on me here too?”
It was when the answer did not come that you realized something wasn’t right…
A look over your shoulder confirmed your fear…this was not the Monk but a stranger armed with a sword.
His hand was quick to muffle the scream for help you emitted.
With your nails, you clawed at your assailant’s face. The Fey markings of the Sky Folk rose to the surface of his skin in return.
Fey?
His grasp on you wasn’t strong enough and you broke free.
“HELP!” You screamed and tried to flee, but he grabbed your wrist painfully hard.
“Avo, come help!” The man called for the reinforcement and when he pulled at your wrist, the bangle slipped from it. The silver cut into your skin before it dropped to the grass.
The bastard was trying his best to keep your mouth covered.
You struggled and fought until something struck the side of your head.
After that, all went dark.
“Dammit, Avo! Where were you? That almost went wrong!” Finch quietly snapped at his accomplice.
“I’m sorry, I was getting the wagon closer.” He gave the poor explanation.
Finch ordered the younger one to help drag you off to the wagon “We did it. We’ve got that red priest’s niece. He’ll pay fine coin for her.”
The younger one simple followed the agreed upon plan “And when he does, we’ll let her go?”
Finch brushed it off “We’ll see.”
━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━
The absence of Father’s niece came to light when a paladin had went to bring a message and found your room abandoned.
The news reached the Monk first, who had believed you must have been somewhere else in the monastery.
But when he caught the Fey scent nearby, he suspected foul play.
Father was alerted and so were his red brothers.
The search began outside the monastery.
Tracks… three sets of them…
And minutes later, he found the bangle he had gifted you.
Fresh dried blood stained the inside of it, it must have been yours.
He brought it up to his nose when no one saw, detecting the faint scent of the Sky Folk.
The Monk hid the bangle in his pocket and was still kneeling on the grass when Father stopped next to him.
“Found anything?” Father demanded to know.
He pointed at the flattened grass “Tracks. And the scent of Fey kind.”
The priest was not happy to hear it “You believe Fey have taken her?”
The Monk feared it was indeed so “Yes.”
The command came “Find her! And slaughter anyone who has partaken in this!”
It was not necessary to ask, he was already thinking of it “Yes. Father.”
All of a sudden a child approached the monastery, the young boy was stopped by a paladin. A letter was given to the paladin by the boy.
Father Carden had seen it happen and called out to the paladin “What is it?”
The paladin took a quick look at the parchment “A letter Father! It is about Lady y/n!”
He had risen to his feet quickly, but he was still forced to wait until Father had read the letter before the parchment was angrily tossed into his hands.
After reading the vile letter, he swore to find and kill whoever was responsible for this.
━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━
You had regained consciousness when they had dragged you into a cave and feared the worst.
With bound hands, the one who had attacked you first had purposely made you trip and fall to the ground.
Torches in the stone lighted the place, it looked like they had been living here for a while.
There was another man, young looking with hair so light it was more white than golden, who looked at you almost apologetically.
The other was far from remorseful, he brushed a hand through his raven hair which betrayed his vanity “Now we wait for an answer.”
Avo thought back to the moment they’d first spoken to the child “You think that boy will come back to us, Finch?”
Finch had forced a Manblood child to deliver the letter with his demands to the priest, he had threatened the child until the boy had bursted into tears.
The situation had seemingly no impact on him, his calm demeanor was unsettling to behold “He’d better. I know where his home is.”
A coldblooded criminal if you’d ever seen one… the other merely an accomplice.
Their attention fell on you again and you demanded answers “Why have you done this? Why am I here?”
Finch’s slender fingers touched your cheek and he found enjoyment in how you recoiled from it “Be still, girl.”
The other chimed in “Your dear old uncle is going to give us what we want if he wants to get you back.”
Finch gave a shallow nod while continuously trying to touch your shoulder or face “You must be worth something to that old bastard. Even if it is just to save his honor, he’ll do what we ask or lose his niece at the hands of the enemy.”
If his demands included stopping the mission, this man would be very disappointed soon “My uncle will not stop what he is doing.”
He cared little for your information “Oh, I know. But we will certainly get the coin we asked.”
Avo tried to keep you calm “It isn’t personal, Miss.”
Finch disagreed on that “It isn’t personal?” he pointed at you rudely “It is personal, Avo! This bitch is Father Carden’s kin! The blood of the Fey is on her hands too!”
You defended yourself against the accusation “I’ve never hurt a Fey!”
The defiance was met by the back of Finch’s hand striking you across the face.
The shock of it was fast to silence you.
Finch lowered himself in front of you “Listen, Manblood. Your uncle has burned our homes and murdered our people. If you weren’t worth something alive, I’d set you aflame right now and leave your burned corpse at Carden’s doorstep. Count your blessings for these final hours, they’ll be over soon.”
He stood abruptly, turning to Avo “Once our demands are met, we’ll return her.”
The younger one inquired innocently “Alive?”
Finch mocked him for thinking it “I didn’t say that.”
Avo sounded uncertain “We would kill her?”
Finch tilted his head and stared at you “Maybe I’ll keep her.” he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him “Or maybe I’ll send her back after all. With a Fey child growing in her, I bet the priest would go mad.”
The implied threat made it difficult to stay calm.
The younger one quietly uttered his believe “He’d cast her out.”
Finch let go off your chin “Good. Then she’ll know how it feels like.” he snapped his fingers “Stand up, Manblood.”
Your legs were shaking when you rose to your feet, feeling the bruises from the fall.
Avo tried “Finch-”
Finch paid him no mind “Shut it, Avo.”
He came to stand behind you and when his arms moved to your front you felt like shrinking.
The cords of your cloak were untied and he removed it, tossing it across the space.
This felt like he was out to humiliate you.
Right away you crossed your arms over your chest and hugged yourself “Leave me alone.”
He tsked you arrogantly, tapping on the sword at his side to remind you why cooperation was wiser “Don’t be cold. Maybe if you show me that you can be sweet to a Fey, I might change my mind on killing you after this.”
From the corner of your eyes, you saw that Avo was not moving, only watching the bastard bother you.
When no response came, Finch put a hand on your back and let it glide lower.
You kept your composure as good as one could, a plan formed inside your mind.
“Good girl. See that Avo? I think she can play nice if she wants to.” He praised, looking over at Avo who still did not agree with the situation.
Finch circled around to face you and was gentler than expected when cupping your face “No wonder that the Weeping Monk is always near when you are. The priest knew how valuable you would be in the hands of his enemies, of course he ordered his mutt to keep guard.”
But you, you were more aggressive than he expected in response to his words.
Your hands were bound but your knee was free to jerk up and hit him in the groin.
A curse escaped him as he buckled over in pain.
With a simple push, you made him fall into Avo who had gotten closer to help his accomplice.
With the two of them busy, you bolted out of there.
The tunnels of the cave were sometimes narrow and terribly dark, it was a miracle you choose the right ones to find the exit.
A wagon stood outside, the horse’s reins were tied to a tree. Releasing those reins would take too much time, you had to run before they caught up with you.
And so began your aimless escape into the forest.
Dammit, it was cold at night and you could barely see, the moon was mostly hidden behind the clouds.
The sound of their voices was reaching you as they began their chase.
Arriving at a small river stream, you were forced to find away around it or follow it.
Time was not your friend and following it was the option chosen.
In your hurry, you did not spot the animal trap on the ground and the moment you stepped on the hidden rope, it went off.
The rope caught you by the ankle and pulled your leg from under you, you hit the ground hard, leg dangling from the branch of a tree.
Shit.
It had been meant for an animal to be caught with, luckily it wasn’t build to pull you higher.
Still it proved a pain to untie the knot in the rope, the bound hands only made it worse.
The rustling of leaves alerted to the presence of others.
Finch mocked you right away “Well, well, looks like you got yourself into some trouble.” he knelt down beside you while Avo approached the scene “You haven’t been very nice to me. If you weren’t worth coin, I’d leave you for the wolves.”
You were stuck sitting on the ground “I’d prefer them over your company!”
The short laugh that escaped the youngest only made Finch glare back at him.
Finch drew his sword, swung and cut through the rope close to your ankle.
It had nearly cut you…
Roughly he pulled you from the ground “Get up! We aren’t done with you, Manblood.”
You were shoved into Avo’s hands by him, who kept a firm hold but not as rough as his comrade.
Not much later, you were back in that cave. Finch had bound your ankles together too before he left you alone with Avo to see if that child had returned to their meeting place yet.
Avo used his sword to sharpen a branch to pass the time.
Minutes passed before you dared to try and reason with him “Your friend is making a grave mistake. My uncle knows no mercy, if he knows that you have taken me, they will burn you for it.”
His attention did not lift from the steel “That priest won’t spare us either way. When we have the coin, we can leave these lands.”
The fact that he was calmer made you more confident “Please, you’re friend will kill me. I never believed that the Fey were evil and I don’t believe you to be either. Let me go, I will not tell anyone what has happened.”
Avo turned his attention to you “You don’t believe me to be evil?”
You shook your head.
His eyes dropped to the sword again “You’re wrong. Ever since the war began, I have killed to survive, I have killed for coin. There is evil to be found all around us, remember that. And if Finch kills you, I’ll stand beside him still.”
The hope that he was a better person went and left you, the only difference between them was the patience the younger one showed.
Finch returned looking displeased while informing the younger one “No sign of the boy.”
Avo began to worry “Surely the priest will pay for her?”
It came out like he had already thought it through “He will. Or she’ll pay for wasting our time. We wait ‘till tomorrow at noon, then we’ll decide.”
Like a scorned child, Finch walked up to you while you were sitting and pushed you over.
You landed on your side “Bastard!”
For a second it looked like he wanted to hit you again, instead he knelt down and pulled you upright by the rope at your wrists “You had your chance to play nice, remain quiet. Do as you’re told.”
You spat in his face and saw him recoil.
He immediately stood up and wiped his face clean, bitterly exclaiming “So be it.”
Finch reached down to grab you but this time Avo let his disapproval be known “Enough, Finch. She’s not worth the hassle.”
It halted him, after a second of thought he agreed and let you be “I’m going to get some sleep. Keep watch, Avo.”
Avo simply gave a nod, growing visibly agitated with this behavior.
And still he refused to help…
It had not been your intention to fall asleep, you just wanted to shut your eyes for a moment. And still you had gone into a shallow slumber.
The dream you had was strange, you had dreamed of incomprehensible whispers…
It was odd.
Where your sleep had been peaceful, your awakening was not.
One moment you were sleeping on the ground, the next the ropes at your ankles were cut loose and you were pulled roughly to your feet.
When you blinked to focus your eyes, you thought it had all been a nightmare.
The Monk stood not far away, sword drawn.
It was the fresh blood staining the steel that made you aware that all of it had been real, it took another second to understand why he wasn’t coming closer.
The cold steel of a knife was against your throat.
Finch held you in his grasp, using you as a shield between himself and the Monk “Come any closer and you’ll be returning a corpse to the priest.”
It slipped from the Monk “Yes. Yours.”
Your abductor was not amused by it in the slightest “I hope you have brought the coin I asked for. By the looks of that sword, I take it that you have made me the sole recipient of the payment?”
He had lured the man out of the cave before dealing with him, now there was only one left and this bastard did not look shocked to learn that his accomplice was dead.
His voice dropped significantly “There will be no payment, the Church does not negotiate with the enemy.”
Finch made you lean more against him by moving the knife closer, his breath was so close to your ear that you wanted to squirm away from it “Unfortunately, I do not either. I am walking out of here with her, if you try to stop me I’ll cut her throat.”
This scum was behaving far too familiar with you and he hated the sight of it, hated to see how desperate you were to get away from it.
The Monk locked eyes with you, discreetly he let his gaze flick to the stone wall where the torch was.
Oh?
Finch moved a step back with you, his back facing the wall while his attention remained fixed on the Monk.
It dawned on you that the Monk was moving the way that he was with a purpose, it was a form of manipulating the direction that Finch was moving in.
Soon Finch had nearly gotten past him completely, then the Monk locked eyes with you again and gave a quick nod.
It was the signal for you to step back into Finch’s chest, it forced him back and the flame of the torch on the wall spread to his vest, the flames rose to his face almost instantly.
You were pulled to safety not a blink of an eye later by the Monk, he moved you to get behind him.
He was vigilant until he saw the flames overtake the bastard.
To him this was nothing new, but you did not want to hear the screams or see the result.
You pulled at the Monk’s sleeve “Lancelot…”
He would have stayed and watched the bastard burn.
Instead he found himself cutting the rope loose that bound your wrists. Then he took your hand in his and leaded you out of the place.
On your way out, you had to step over the body of Avo who had met his end by the Monk’s sword “You found me…”
It had not been easy, he had to ask the child who had brought the letter where they were to meet with your abductors again. The boy had not been there on the meeting spot, but he was. He had followed the man, who now burned, to the cave.
He wrapped an arm around you, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you walking beside him, concern filled him “Are you alright?”
You nodded but could see him scan your features.
Dawn was still to come, but even in the dark he could see a bruise forming on your cheek “They hit you.”
The hidden fury in his voice was undeniable and maybe he could even feel how much you were shivering “He did.”
He was quiet for a couple of steps while leading you to Goliath “Did anything else happen?”
The sight of that man acting indecent with you was gnawing at him. They had been alone with you for hours…
You were halted by him and he inspected you for any other visible injuries.
The bruise was visible, he took the liberty of touching your neck to inspect it. Next were your hands, the cut the bangle had caused had long since stopped bleeding.
“May I?” He inquired and let his fingers touch your sleeve.
After nodding, he moved your sleeves up one at a time, finding numerous bruises.
Some were clearly caused by a rough grasp, others perhaps a fall?
It surprised even yourself to see the amount of fresh bruising “The one who threatened to kill me was rough. I tried to escape not long ago, I fell after my ankle got stuck in an animal trap and they caught me again.”
That pulled his eyes up to yours again, having heard of such traps “If it was one of those traps I know of, you are lucky to still have your foot.”
Well, the force of it had caused a nasty fall “It does hurt.”
Without thinking, you bent and reached down to move your dress up a little to inspect your ankle.
He did a sharp inhale of air, not knowing where to look.
Then came your question “Does it look bruised? Maybe it’s broken.”
He could not see if it was if he kept looking at the trees…
And you sounded quite worried about it…
When he knelt down, you were taken aback by it.
Not once did he touch your bare lower leg, he did reach with the tips of his fingers but waited until you turned your foot yourself “It does not look broken. I can see the marks the rope left, I would expect it to show a bruise tomorrow. Does it burn?”
You pointed at the spot that burned “A bit, yes. Here.”
Cautiously his fingers touched the spot on your calf, the rope must have given a firm pull.
Was it swollen?
Concern made him bolder, he was trying to feel if there was swelling.
Your hand landed on his shoulder for balance “Uhm…Lancelot.”
Immediately he removed his hand from you and rose from the ground, having heard the pitch in your voice.
The apology was stammered “I am sorry. Forgive me, Lady y/n. It was not my intention to-”
You interrupted him “It’s alright. You did nothing wrong, I asked to look. I just…” there was a pause “…did not expect for you to be brave enough, usually you’re more reserved.”
Again he folded his hands behind his back to hide the fidgeting.
It was the slow blinking that accompanied your sweet smile that kept his gaze in your power.
That sweet smile made your mouth curve so alluringly, his thoughts went back to what had happened in the stables.
He avoided thinking of it too much, believing it had been an impulse you now regretted.
He reached into his pocket and pulled the silver bangle out, of course the blood was wiped off from it “I believe you lost this?”
You saw an opportunity and replied “No. I got bored of it and tossed it.”
It was no use, he saw right through the jest and handed it back to you.
You slipped the bangle on “Back there, you said the Church would not negotiate with the enemy. My uncle would have let me die?”
He did not dare answer that.
It was evasive “Father send me to find you.”
You understood it was difficult for him to speak ill of your uncle “But without the coin, they were going to kill me.”
He hoped his words would ease your mind “Coin or not, I will always come for you. No threat can stop me from doing so.”
It felt good to hear that someone still cared enough to just at least try to save you.
You pretended to question it “Even if my uncle tells you to just let me die in the future?”
Never had you seen a man move his hand so slowly to your arm, cautious fingers curled around it.
That slow nod meant more than any answer he could have verbally given. He would go against orders to keep you safe…
The hand moved to your back, a light push had you walking next to him again.
His palm hovered over your back until it was withdrawn completely again.
You came to a halt beside his horse and looked uncertain.
Without thinking he commented “Forgotten how to ride a horse?”
It earned him quite the look “Were you too distracted by my leg to notice my swollen ankle?”
He chewed his words while looking off into the trees again “If you need help getting up. Ask.”
Sarcasm dripped from your voice “Nah, I’ll just risk breaking my neck.”
When you actually went to mount alone, he was quick to be at your side to scold you for it “If you break your neck, I will lose mine.”
You mimicked his voice quietly.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and held on to your elbow “Come here.”
With a little help, you did manage to crawl up the horse, although it had not been very graceful.
You combed your fingers through the horse’s mane “I’m sorry about that.”
The Monk got up on the horse as well to sit behind you “It is alright.”
You withheld a laugh “I was talking to your horse, Lancelot.”
He did not let it shake him and quipped back “Unfortunately, Goliath cannot share with us his opinion on the dreadful way you just crawled on.”
The mumbled retort came fast “Or his opinion on his dreadful owner.”
A shit-eating grin grew on his face, he should be heading back to the monastery faster but he let Goliath keep a normal walking pace “Pardon?”
You simply looked back at him and arrogantly arched a brow, then proceeded to ignore him to pet Goliath again.
Not a second later, the Monk’s hand was on yours to replace it on the withers of the horse and he let you in on a little secret “He enjoys to be scratched there.”
Following the instruction, you scratched the spot “So that’s the secret?”
He wasn’t even aware that there was a charming smile playing on his lips “That and caring for him for years.”
You looked back at him again, matching the smile with your own “Is that what you intend to do with me too?”
Even though it sounded like it sounded partly sincere, he chose to continue jesting “The scratching or the caring?”
A laugh fell out of you “The caring!”
The Monk kept his composure “Well, when we get back, I will leave you in the stables and come to care for you in the morning like I do with Goliath.”
The cheekiness was greatly amusing “How dare you!”
When he leaned forward, it was to bump his chest into you on purpose “Is that not what you wanted?”
You scoffed, fighting the smile “I wonder what is stopping me from pushing you off this horse and ride off alone.”
There was the smuggest smirk and his voice deepened audibly “I am.”
Without looking back, you replied honest “No. It’s my attachment to you that is saving you.”
It brought him great delight to hear it.
He leaned back, straightening himself in the saddle, still jesting “So… I am?”
It still meant he himself was the reason you weren’t shoving him off the horse.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head “Shut up…”
Together you rode back to the monastery, arriving along with the dawn.
Taglist:
@ourlazydetectivekitten @the-great-adventures-of-me @linkpk88 @fxrchxldws @elenaoftheturks @slytherlight @beananacake @crystallizedtime @moonlightaura03 @angrygardendeer @have-aheart @5am-cigarette @arcanenature @thewinterskywalker @notyourwildestdream @coloursforyourportrait @koressecretidentity @nike90 @n1ghtlux @rachlovesactors @luckyzipperscissorsbat @morena-doing-stuff @the-fangirl-diaries @gipsydanger17 @heavenly1927 @phantasmalbeiing @labyrinthonmymind @asarcastic-thiamstan @rainyv-skies
Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist of this story.
#the weeping monk x reader#cursed the weeping monk#weeping monk x reader#the weeping monk x you#weeping monk x you#lancelot x reader#lancelot#reader x lancelot#lancelot fic#cursed weeping monk#theweepingmonk#weeping monk#reader x weeping monk#reader/weepingmonk#weepingmonk/reader#daniel sharman character#Daniel Sharman#weepingmonk/you
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Who else watched Cursed on Netflix??? It was such a fun show and had the potential to produce one of the greatest slow burn/enemies to lovers stories!! So much wasted potential with that cancellation
#cursed Netflix#cursed#why does Netflix destroy everything I love#nimue#nimue x weeping monk#katherine langford#daniel sharman#I miss Daniel Sharman#nimue x Lancelot#you see the potential right???#they need more fanfics#I just know the redemption arc would’ve been POWERFUL
17 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Yup, we’re still kicking! Well, I’m nothing if not consistent, so here is my moodboard following the story thus far in A Song of Ash & Sky (as w/ last year and year before that). As always, thank you to @allgirlsareprincesses for keeping the Nimulot flame going w/ your riveting words! ❤
Volume 3 was a challenge, I confess... 💦 I got lost in the woods with this one, but sometimes you need that to find your way! 🤔 Notice how the latest slew of chapter heads display an interesting trend... 👀
Merry Xmas & Happy Holidays, everyone! ❤❤❤
#cursed#cursed netflix#nimue#lady of the lake#weeping monk#lancelot#nimue x weeping monk#nimue x lancelot#nimulot#born in the dawn/to pass in the twilight#with water/with fire#fic reccs#ASoA+S#edits#moodboard#claudie!screeches#I hope you like?#happy holidays ❄#merry xmas 🎄
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay, so remember when I said I’m writing another part for “I Wish I could Live More than One Lifetime”? yeah, I actually have planed out the whole plot, how the reader came to be, the twists and turns, how many chapters I think it should have, everything! I even wrote every chapter’s title so I won’t forget what would happen within that chapter, I had it all planed out, I’m polishing chapter 1 and 2 and then gone. I accidentally dropped my phone to water and it broke, lost all the data I have, I don’t have backups. It never occurred to me that such accident would happen to me considering how I take good care of it. But anyways, I’m rewriting it, I’m also changing some things for the plot which I think would be better than the initial plot, but I wouldn’t stray far away from it. I promise!
I also need to re-watch “Cursed” so I could give justice to the characters when I wrote them because right now? I can’t differentiate Geralt of Rivia from The Weeping Monk, I’m sorry 😭.
1 note
·
View note
Text
⛓In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 13⛓
Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC]
Word Count: ~4.2k
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Size Difference, Heat, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Marking, Getting Caught, Creampie
Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.
Summary: Devin makes it to the Fey safe haven only to realize they had lost track of time. Thankfully, Devin now has the help they need.
You can also read it on AO3!
Masterlist | Chapter 13:
It hit a day after docking. I had woken up with a fever and locked the door to my room. I sealed the windows the best I could and kept the room dark.
Even though I knew this was coming from all the tell-tale signs, I had hoped to have a few extra days to prepare. I wasn't ready in the slightest. I had no stored food nor water in here, and going to the market would be too big of a gamble.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Starve? I couldn't.
Maybe if I wished hard enough, Lancelot would hopefully notice my absence and bring me food. However, I could only imagine what he must be dealing with right now since he was among all of the Fey while being known as the Weeping Monk. I had wanted to help him, but I couldn't do much of anything right now.
The gods must have wanted to rub my horrible predicament in my face when there was a knock at my door. I groaned while burying my face into the pillow. Maybe if I pretended I wasn't here, they'd leave me alone.
"I know you're in there. I can hear you." Lancelot's voice came from the other side of the door, and my heart raced. My ears went flat against my skull as I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to muffle how I whimpered. I was torn on what to do.
Should I unlock the door and let him in, or keep him out?
"Devin?" He sounded uncertain and concerned. Had he heard my quiet whimper, too? Fuck, I should've known better. If he could hear the howling from the Wolf Folk village all the way in my cave, no wonder he could hear me now even as I was trying to be quiet. "Devin, are you okay?"
I buried my face deeper in the pillow. Maybe he'd think I was still asleep if I didn't make any other noise.
My ears twitched when I heard metallic clicking. I quickly looked up when the door was swung open. Lancelot stood there and froze as soon as his eyes landed on me.
His gaze slowly wandered over my naked body laying across the bed. Lancelot's pupils widened, and he swallowed after breathing in. He closed the door behind himself before clearing his throat and putting his hands on his hips.
"Sorry. I, uh, thought you were hurt."
"Did you just pick that lock?"
"Again, I thought you were hurt." Lancelot shifted on his feet as he glanced at the closed windows. "I-I can leave if you-"
"No." I cut him off while sitting up. His scent was driving me wild, and since he was already here, I might as well accept the opportunity presented. "Stay. Please."
Lancelot's eyes fell to my bare chest, seeing how much it had swollen due to my hormones. His brows slowly knit together before realization dawned on his face.
"Before you ask, the answer is yes. Heats cause Wolf Folk breasts to enlarge. Pregnancy moreso. Did you really never notice?"
"I, uh, I assumed my memory must've been mistaken when I saw you were....smaller than our first encounter." Lancelot swallowed again. "Are you sure you want me to stay? You're in heat."
"Either you stay, or I remain locked in this room, miserable and alone. Please, help me." I said while spreading my legs. Lancelot saw how wet I was, and his breath shook.
He kicked off his shoes and quickly loosened the strings of his jerkin to get it off. Belts for weapons clattered to the floor as he crossed the room. Lancelot was naked by the time he reached the edge of the bed, and he pushed me to lay down.
His lips were on mine as I pulled his hair free of the leather strip. His rough palms were on my skin, and I leaned into his touch. My body was aching for him as a fire burned beneath my skin.
It was hard to believe a year had already passed from the first time I had met Lancelot. It was wilder to think about what all had happened in just that time.
Lancelot kissed along my jaw and down my neck. There was a possessive growl when his tongue curled over my throat, and I leaned my head back for him. I loved the way his mouth felt on my skin as he nipped and left hickeys in his wake.
He ground his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he was before his face went lower. He licked from the base of my throat to my jaw, and electricity danced across my skin.
"I love you." I panted as one of his hands slid down my stomach.
"I love you, too." His breath was hot against my skin. "Embrace me so that I may feel heavenly bliss once more, my sweet shepherd." Lancelot whispered near my ear. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him closer before moaning from his fingers sliding over my clit.
My fingers slid into his long hair as he pushed his fingers inside. I moaned when they curled, and Lancelot smirked while looking down at me.
"Oh, how the angels sing through your lips." His tone was nearly a purr as he praised me in his blasphemous way. "Such sweet music." Lancelot made me moan again as my back arched off the bed.
"Stop teasing me." I panted, and Lancelot kissed my cheek. He pulled his fingers free before lining up his cock.
"'I am my beloved's," He groaned from thrusting in, and I moaned. "'and my beloved is mine.'" Lancelot had such a gentle tone as his forehead rested against mine. He took in a slow breath through his nose before rocking his hips back. "Mine." He growled while snapping his hips into me.
Lancelot placed one of his large hands on my collarbone as his fingers rested around the base of my throat. He looked down at me with such predatorial eyes. His long hair fell over his shoulders as he kept thrusting and had me pinned against the bed.
My toes curled as I moaned and dug my claws into the blanket.
"Fuck~! Lance- Oh, fuck! Right there! Right ther- Aaahh~!" My back arched as my head lolled back. My heat had been chipping away at him, and he was finally crumbling and falling into rut as he thrust with such feral need.
Lancelot bared his teeth while growling, and the state he was in only turned me on more. The rumbling from his chest had me shivering in delight. He grabbed the back of my knees to push my legs toward my chest.
The new position allowed him to go deeper, and I cried out as my toes splayed. His balls smacked against my ass with each thrust, and I could feel the pressure rising. The old wood of the bed was creaking in protest from his lack of delicacy.
However, Lancelot's heavy thrusting lost rhythm, and I growled out of frustration.
He huffed before dropping my legs around his hips. He slid his arms under my back before picking me up with such ease. We were chest to chest while locking eyes.
"Gods, you are beautiful." I whispered while cupping his face in my hands.
"Such praise from your lips."
"You think me beautiful as well?" The corners of my mouth curled upward.
"Utterly divine." Lancelot panted before dropping me a few inches to have his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I moaned as my eyes closed, and he grabbed my ass in a firm grip to lift me up. "Are you still haunted by me?" His voice was low, and I looked at him.
"Whenever you are away from me. The ghost of your touch finds me even in my dreams."
"You still dream of me?"
"Often, mo chroí." I managed to say before moaning. Lancelot slightly tilted his head to the side.
"Mo chroí?"
"My heart." Hearing what it meant, Lancelot smiled. He kissed me and groaned while holding me closer to his chest. He snapped his hips as his tongue slid into my mouth.
I could do little more than hold on to him as he fucked me. I could feel the pressure building again, and I moaned into the kiss. Lancelot's blunt nails dug into my skin, making me softly growl.
He responded in kind without stopping. He was keeping the same wild pace, and it was pushing me closer to the edge. Our breathing was coming so heavily as saliva stretched between our bottom lips.
There was something so erotically satisfying about seeing Lancelot with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Listening to him grunt and groan had my thighs squeezing his sides. I swallowed and panted before moaning again.
Lancelot slipped one of his hands between us, and my claws dug into his skin from his thumb rubbing my clit. Biting my bottom lip, I was turned into a moaning and whimpering mess in his arms. My ears were flat against my skull as I was so fucking close to falling apart.
He knew I was about to cum if he kept up what he was doing, and he picked up the pace because he himself was nearing the edge. Lancelot held me firmly while slamming his cock into me. I cried out when he bit me, and his low growl was the last straw for me as he rubbed my clit.
My orgasm left me shaking and moaning that I barely noticed how Lancelot's teeth were drawing blood. He groaned into my skin, and cum was dripping onto the bed.
There was a moment where only the sound of our heavy breathing could be heard in the room. Calm washed over me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Lancelot wrapped his arms around me and hummed while burying his face into my neck.
"I'm so hungry." I mumbled, and he chuckled.
"How about I fetch you something, then?" Lancelot suggested.
"That would be lovely." I was smiling while playing with his hair.
We both jolted when the door suddenly slammed open. The man standing there was tall and looked thoroughly pissed. He had a staff with a sword strapped to his hip, but he didn't attack us with either as he instead balked.
The anger in his eyes turned into shock as he looked at us. Lancelot slowly grabbed the pillow to cover as much of our naked bodies as possible before clearing his throat.
"I guess I forgot to lock the door back." He whispered.
"Oh." The tall man seemed at a loss for words. "Oh." His eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "I.... We need to talk." He looked right at Lancelot.
"Can it not wait?" I asked, and the awkward tension in the air grew thicker. The man glanced at Lancelot's clothes scattered across the floor before grabbing the doorknob.
"Get dressed." He ordered, and the door was shut.
"....I think that was Merlin." Lancelot muttered and swallowed.
"If it is....good news."
"How is that good news?" He looked at me with furrowed brows.
"He just caught you in bed with a Fey. That proves you're not the same as before."
"That's your takeaway from this?"
"Lancelot, I'm in heat. All I can really think about right now is fucking you until this bed is but kindling." My tone was low, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. He licked his lips hungrily as he slowly leaned in closer.
However, he quickly pulled away while shaking his head.
"Don't look at me like that." He dropped me on the bed before getting up and snatching his trousers from the floor. "He looked angry, and I need to think clearly."
"Good luck."
"Devin." He had a firm tone, and I rolled onto my side.
"I'm serious. You're covered in my scent now." He heavily sighed when he realized it was true. So, even when he left the room, he'd still be able to smell me and my heat on himself.
Lancelot continued getting dressed before picking up the leather strip for his hair. He pulled it up in a quick bun that looked like a mess as he rushed toward the door to not make Merlin wait any longer.
I sighed while stretching out my legs. Curling up with the pillow, I laid there until Lancelot's return.
I woke up to a plate of food being held in front of my face. I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep. Sitting up, I took the plate and began to devour the fruit and poultry.
"Merlin's anger runs deep." Lancelot stated as he was crouched next to the bed.
"....Will you be okay?" I paused while looking at him.
"I will be. His anger is not directed at me, per se. I think Percival talked to him."
"What makes you think that?"
"He knew things he should not." Lancelot moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I think he's also grieving."
"We've lost many to the Red Paladins. That's no surprise." I ate some more of the chicken. "If he is not angry with you as you say, what did he want?"
"Plans. Tactics." Lancelot rested his elbows on his knees. "With my absence and Father Carden's death, their progress has greatly slowed. I still remember the maps and planned routes, and word will be sent to the Fey villages most at risk."
"There's something else you're not telling me." I said while tearing apart some bread. He looked at me and rubbed his hand over his jaw.
"Well, he, uh," Lancelot cleared his throat. "He wanted to address our 'situation'."
"Situation?" I chuckled, and he averted his gaze while looking embarrassed.
"You're clearly Fey, Devin. He wouldn't ignore catching us in bed together."
"And what did you tell him?" I set the plate to the side. "Did you try to save your Christian dignity by claiming I seduced you? I would understand if you had." Crawling closer to him, I saw that he was blushing.
"I didn't."
"Then? How did you explain yourself?"
"I....said that we are lovers." He looked at me, and our faces were only inches apart. "I may struggle with myself and how I feel, but I am learning. I refused to stand by and let you be taken by Odhran. I will not disavow you now to Merlin."
"That we are lovers...." I muttered while smiling.
"Should I not have said that?"
"Does it look as if I am upset with that?"
"You look happy."
"I am." My tail swayed, and Lancelot began to smile.
"You love me that much?"
"Having you declare to someone else that I am your beloved warms my heart, and if you so much as wish it, I will do the same. I love you deeply, Lancelot." Placing my fingers under his chin, I turned his face more in my direction to kiss him.
"It's so different." He whispered.
"What is?"
"Every time you say you love me, I can feel it."
"Shall I say it more?"
"Say it as much as you please."
"If I do, I may never shut up." Lancelot chuckled at my words, and I climbed onto his lap. "Did you remember to lock the door this time?"
"I did."
"Then it's safe to assume you don't plan on leaving soon?"
"How could I with you in such a needy state?" He settled his hands on my hips as I opened the front of his trousers. "The entire time I was gone, I was eager to return. You plagued my thoughts."
"Did I now?" My tone sounded nearly like a purr as I reached into his trousers to find his cock. His breath faltered as his grip on me tightened.
"Devin...."
"What is it, mo chroí?"
"I want you to know, I will do everything within my power to hold my promise to you."
"I would hope so. I've come a far way on your word, Lancelot." I kissed him again, and he suddenly stood. He gently placed my feet on the floor before pulling his clothes off. When he grabbed me to pull me closer, he spun me around to have my back against him.
"You smell so damn good." Lancelot rested his cheek against my temple, and his scruffy jaw was rough against my skin. His hands ran up my sides before he squeezed my chest. My tail lifted as my ass pressed against him, and a whimper came from the back of my throat. "Memories cannot compare to truly having you in my arms, my love." He whispered while pinching my nipples.
My breath faltered as my ears flattened.
"That's right. I still remember every way you told me to touch you. I could never forget what made you cry out in such beautiful ways.... What made you writhe beneath me." His tone dropped as he squeezed again. My thighs pressed together as I was leaning into his touch.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"I like to hear how you whimper for me." He pinched my nipples to make me whine before his rough palms went down my torso. His hands slid between my legs and forced them apart. Lancelot breathed in through his nose and growled.
His fingers went over my pussy to gather up slick. Raising his hand, he spread his fingers to show the clear fluid stretching between his digits.
"Hmm.... Shall I stop here?"
"No! Keep touching me."
"Why should I?" He was taunting me now while barely holding out himself.
"I want you." I panted, and Lancelot grabbed me as his lips brushed over my cheek.
"What was that?"
"I want you."
"Have some bloody manners." He pulled my hair to make my head lean back. His teeth scraped over my neck, and he nipped.
"Please."
"That's more like it." Lancelot used his hold on my hair to push me toward the bed until I had to kneel on the edge. He grabbed the back of my neck to push me down with my ass in the air. His other hand slid over my hip to move me into position.
When his hand lowered to grab my ass, my tail lifted out of the way. Lancelot's breath was deeper, and I felt his cock pressing against my core and using my slick to ease his way in. Feeling myself stretching to accommodate his length, I groaned. His grip on the back of my neck tightened while pushing my cheek further into the rumpled blanket.
When his hips were flush against me, he grabbed my hip again. Lancelot softly sighed with relief before slowly pulling out a few inches only to thrust back in. My heat left me so aroused that there was a wet slap from his balls smacking against me over and over again.
Lancelot groaned over me, and I dug my claws into the blanket. Feeling his fingers squeezing my hip and scruff as he thrust in deep made my head spin. Listening to his grunts and heavy breaths, I clenched when he moaned, and his hips bucked.
His rut soon had him pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy, seeking that high as the bed rocked. Lancelot put more weight behind the hand on the back of my neck, ensuring that I would remain in the position he put me in. It gave him perfect access, hitting every spot that made me cry out and my toes to splay.
My ears were turned back as I moaned and felt drool trickling down my cheek. Each thrust made my body jolt, the flesh of my ass jiggling from every impact of his hips slamming into me. Lancelot was panting and groaning, losing himself to the pleasure.
He placed one foot on the edge of the bed to lean over me more as if he were mounting. It drove my instincts wild as I cried out and arched my back. My tail swayed while still off to the side.
Gods, it was so hard to have a coherent thought with how good it felt. Lancelot pushed me further onto the bed to climb on behind me before fully mounting and biting my shoulder.
His arms wrapped around me, one hand going between my thighs to find my clit. My entire body shuddered when his fingers rubbed against the throbbing bud. Lancelot grunted into my skin while holding me to his chest as he fucked me.
His rut was no doubt filling his mind with thoughts of breeding. Lancelot's hand not between my thighs ran up my stomach and over my nipples, squeezing one of the swollen mounds as I bared my fangs. His touch sent sparks dancing across my skin, and he pinched my nipple to make me squirm beneath him.
Lancelot had me at his mercy trapped beneath him, left with no choice but to feel his body surrounding mine. My senses were drowning in him as I whimpered and moaned. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his eyes dark and full of hunger as he was watching me. His hair swayed from his thrusting, and he opened his mouth with his face so close to mine.
He licked my cheek, a show of affection before nipping my ear closest to him. I couldn't take it anymore with all of the sensations colliding like a spring storm. My moan was nearly a roar as I was cumming around his cock with my claws tearing through the blanket.
Lancelot groaned and fucked me through it. My body clenching around him became too much, and his cock was twitching while pumping me full of cum. His hips gradually began to slow as he panted and grunted in my ear.
I was trying to catch my breath, and he rested his head on my shoulder with his body slowly relaxing. He eventually pulled out, his softening cock covered in a mix of bodily fluids that were also leaking down my thighs. Lancelot nuzzled my cheek and jaw to help ease me back down from the high.
My legs felt weak, and when I eased them outward to lay down on my stomach, I felt the ache in my lower back. Lancelot began to leave sweet kisses over my shoulders and upper back, including where he'd bitten me.
"You're so beautiful." Lancelot whispered. Scoffing, I wiped the drool from my face.
"I'm a mess."
"You can be both at once." I could hear the smile in his voice as his lips brushed over my skin. "You are entrancing." Lancelot placed a hand on my lower back and slowly moved it upward. "The way you move and your muscles flex.... The way you sound. Your eyes." He kissed my temple. "Beautiful."
I propped myself up on my elbows as my tail softly wagged, giving away just how much I enjoyed his praise.
"Even the way your pretty lips part and shape your voice." Lancelot's fingers caressed my lips. "You are a work of art, my love."
"You certainly have a way with words." I smiled, and he kissed my cheek.
"I only speak the truth." Lancelot then laid down beside me and brushed his knuckles over my cheek. His eyes were so gentle as he looked at me, far from that cold stare that could bore through me.
"You truly don't find me scary? Monstrous?"
"....No. I understand what you meant by your nature." He gently tapped my chin with his knuckle while looking at my mouth. I playfully nipped his finger, and he smirked. "Your fangs and claws are just a part of you, meant to aid in your survival. I have yet to see you turn these on another out of pure malice." His gaze was focused on my fangs gently around his finger. "Sometimes I find myself even thinking they're a bit....adorable. It's a bit strange."
"It's not strange." I said after letting go. "Admiration, love, understanding; these can all make you see things differently." Holding his hand and opening it, I kissed his palm. "I no longer see you as I did before, either."
"....How do you see me now, Devin?" Lancelot hesitantly questioned as if he were afraid of the answer.
"My mate." I softly smiled and tilted my head. "You confessed your love for me in many ways, Lancelot, including under the light of a full moon. I reciprocated."
"And that makes us mates?"
"Do you not want us to be? You were calling me your lover not too long ago-"
"No, I want to be your mate."
"Good. I would have bit you if you said you didn't." Lancelot chuckled, his smile making me feel so light and for a warmth to bloom in my chest. "I'm going to enjoy having you around for my entire heat instead of just a few days."
"You are an insatiable wolf."
"Tell me you don't think you will enjoy it, too." I challenged while resting my chin on his chest. Lancelot's smile turned sultry before he leaned in to kiss me without saying a word.
Having his rut triggered by my heat made me not doubt that he would be fine. Lancelot wasn't human, and given what happened during my last heat, I would not be left wanting in any way.
#In the Wolf's Den#cursed#cursed 2020#the weeping monk#cursed weeping monk#cursed lancelot#lancelot#oc x canon#lemon#Wolf does fanfic
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
"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.”
#weeping monk#the weeping monk#daniel sharman#the weeping monk fanfic#the weeping monk fanfiction#cursed netflix#cursed fanfic#cursed fanfiction#the weeping monk x oc#weeping monk x oc#lancelot#lancelot x oc#fantasy#romantasy#magic#powers
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Weeping Queen // Weeping Monk x OC // Chapter 3
This place isn’t so bad. I’ve made friends but also some twats who love to annoy different people. Nimue is going to wield the Sword of Power; I just know it. But other than that stuff, I know everything from how to shoot someone directly in the eye to all the knowledge one could possibly hold. Although I’m a human, every adult in the village accepted me, I was given to them by The Hidden. Apparently I was a gift. I’m a lot older now, 21. I still reminisce about my old world, Earth. I hope that all of this will pay off. The hours and hours I struggled to grasp the knowledge and the hours and hours I sat with the healer because I couldn’t mount a horse back then. Now that I mentioned it, Lenore gave me a horse, he was swift and not to mention a gorgeous grey with black hooves. He is wonderful. I still remember the first day I met him, I was 14, it was exactly a year after I had arrived. I had been walking near around my hut when Nimue arrived, pulling on the horse’s reins as she tried to pull the horse towards me.
“This is a horse mother asked me to give you. She said you deserved it after all the work you’ve been doing,” Nimue spoke as she heaved harder to try and pull him towards me. But to Nimue’s disdain, the horse just wouldn’t move. I just laughed at Nimue’s angered face as she kept on trying to pull on the reins. I carefully made my way to the horse as to not startle him. I told Nimue to give me the reins and to my surprise, the horse licked my left pocket of my long black coat. I got confused until I reached inside and found a little baby carrot in it. I chuckled and handed it to the horse who gobbled it up in mere seconds. Then I pulled on the reins once more and he moved to my desired place. He would listen to all of my commands. I ended up naming the him Raven. He was intelligent for sure, and I was stunned when he always found his way back to me after running around in the woods.
***
Squirrel came running into the gate as I and Nimue stood talking about her wanting to escape this village. I knew that they didn’t treat her right. Everyone called her a witch when she was just like them but had her share of scars. “Look what I have!” Squirrel jumped. “Where’d you get that from Squirrel, you’re not meant to be stealing!” I scolded him. I shook my head and motioned him to try it if he wanted, I couldn’t care less, as long as he didn’t get hurt. He took a sip and made an awfully good acting face, “little too much,” Squirrel said. I laughed it off as some person came walking and called Nimue a witch. “Piss off you old hag!” Squirrel shouted back. He sure had the guts. I muttered a small, ‘I need to go find Raven,” and smiled.
“There you are, boy,” you called out to Raven, he neighed in response, or just naturally? I don’t know. Well, I sat there feeding him his favourite apples, green apples. He loved green apples and that caused me to like them too. They are sour but they taste amazing. Just as I was about to get another piece to eat myself, Nimue came out of no where with Pym following her behind. “I was chosen by the Hidden,” Nimue mumbled, “and I’m leaving for good, I’m going to board the ship that sails in Gramaire, I never wanted to be chosen anyway,” she added. I suddenly stood up, “Nimue wait-.”
“No Dae, you cannot stop me, I’m going either way,” she said. Pym and I looked at each other. “It’s not that you idiot, we’re coming with you,” I stated. Nimue smiled and quickly packed her things. She’s always wanted to leave this place. I knew that the boat in Gramaire had already left a week ago and wasn’t going to come back for another 6 months but I knew I couldn’t convince Nimue since she would say I’m lying to keep her here. The least I can do is be there when she’s disappointed that the boat has left already.
We set out on our horses. Well, Nimue didn’t have a horse, so she borrowed one from the stables and Pym sat along with her. I took Raven of course, couldn’t leave that horse behind even for a second. As we galloped through the path, Pym kept asking Nimue questions on how we’ll survive. “Do we even have money?” Pym asked. “I have 20 silver, Pym. That’ll be enough to last us a week if we’re lucky,” Nimue replied. I sat on Raven for hours and hours and I probably fell asleep at one point, but I knew Raven wouldn’t drop me. When we finally reached Gramaire, I tied Raven to a stand nearby as well as the other horse Pym and Nimue picked up and ran up to Pym and Nimue who were already at the dock. Nimue asked a guy near us, “Do you know when the ship is mean to arrive?”
“It already left. The next one is going to come six months later,” he said. I knew it. She was sad. “Well, guess I’ll get to keep you for six more months,” Pym tried to lighten the mood. Nimue sighed and motioned for us to follow her back to the horses. I felt bad for Nimue, everyone insulted her and called her a witch when she wasn’t. Just because she’s more connected to this world doesn’t mean you shame her! It’s unfair. I cant even imagine the pain Nimue has to go through.
As we were walking back, Nimue suddenly stopped for a second and looked towards this man preforming a song. He appeared to look towards Nimue too and I was certain Pym saw it too. I didn’t have time for distractions though. I had sword fighting with some of the locals in a day, so I had to go back to prepare. I thought Nimue would just come back after hearing about the boat, but I was wrong. Seems like she’s found someone she’s interested in, so I’ll let her be. She deserves this. While Nimue was staring at the performer, I took a step towards Pym as my cloak followed behind me. “Pym, I trust you to take care of Nimue, it turns out that since we’re not leaving, I have sword fighting in the span of 14 hours. And I need you to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,” I said, concerned whether I’d make it or not. “You’re leaving?” Pym asked. “Yes, I see that Nimue has found someone that she may like, I can see it in her eyes. But I have to attend, or the sword fight will be an automatic defeat if I don’t go. And you know that I’ve never lost a sword fight, Pym,” I said. “Okay, I’ll be here for Nimue. But Dae, seriously, travel safe, red paladins could be anywhere,” Pym said. “You think those dimwits can kill me? I’m here to kill them, Pym,” I stated with full confidence. “I know, I know, but just, be safe. Alright?” She said. “Yes, yes Pym, I’ll be fine,” I replied. I waved her a goodbye and wandered off to Raven.
“Hello Raven, Pym and Nimue aren’t coming so it’s just me and you back,” I smiled as if he knew what I was saying. I placed the saddle more securely on Raven’s back and mounted him. I then rode out of Gramaire’s gates and into the woods. It was cloudy and gloomy today, but I could see traces of the sun trying to shine through the clouds. “I hope Nimue and Pym are safe,” I spoke under my breath. I kept riding on the trail until I found myself at the entrance of the woods, I’ve been here for 8 years so I surely know my way around this place. It was part of my studying in the 8 years I’ve stayed here.
I then realised that Red Paladins were attacking other Fey villages and killing them. I hated the red Paladins, I promised myself that if I’d ever see one, they would be dead before they even knew what hit them. But of course, I feel bad for them too, they think we’re monsters. Wait no, they think the Fey are monsters. “You’re a human Dae, you can and never will be Fey,” I said to myself, sighing. I just need to find a way out of this fantasy world, but I fear it will be too late if I stay here too long. I fear that I will make attachments to others just like I’ve done with Nimue and Pym. I kept on riding into the woods until I saw a little clearing where Raven and I rested for the night. I set up a small fire, as to not catch much attention from Paladins because I know that they may be somewhere near here. My fight with locals is going to be fine and honestly, I didn’t need to practise but I was exhausted today. I really didn’t have a proper reason to leave Nimue and Pym in Gramaire, but I couldn’t help feeling like I needed to sleep. Just as my thoughts dimed down a little, my back resting on Raven gave up and I finally fell asleep.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I post everyday now! I'm not sure if people are gonna read this but who cares, I'm still gonna post.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
holy man. | the weeping monk
After fighting for his life against a woman he once knew as a child, imagery of a burning village rushed to the forefront of his mind, and the weeping monk was forced to face one of his greatest regrets.
pairing: the weeping monk x ofc
-;
An unloving embrace took hold of him, the cold chill of the forest settled within his body and the trees whispered their unwelcome, his bones rattled beneath a dead gaze and on his knees he stood before her, as she had once stood before him, defenseless and broken.
“Are you so afraid?” Her voice taunted him from behind shut eyelids, whispering the words he had seethed to her ages ago, when he was just a child and she was younger than that, and he had driven a sword through the flesh and bone of her mother and set her home afire with the flames of God, and drums bellowed so loudly in his ears he was sure death would embrace him.
“Not of you, you witch.” Despite his anger, his pain and his remorse, practiced words slipped from his mouth, the prayer rolled from his lips like metal against glass and his teeth shuddered as they slipped through, “God will protect me.”
“And yet your voice wavers,” her laughter began again, withered and bruised, “You have forsaken your own people for a God in whom you barely trust!” A disbelieving scoff, he blanched from her words, thought but never spoken aloud, he reveled in the truth of it, he cradled it to him as though they were the last truthful things he would ever hear, but he did not show it. He knew the punishment of hesitance towards Him.
“I do not fear you, devil-kin.”
“Devil-kin!” She crouched before him, “What then does that make you? Are you saved, oh holy man? Are you relinquished of the grasp the devil once held you in? Hear how the trees moan their anger,” she tilted his head up, her hands as equally bloodied as his face, “behold the forest, through those weeping eyes, and hear how your past rejects you.” A gaping hole formed within the bottom-most pit of his stomach, a hole that would swallow him from the inside. He shut his eyes to the sway of the trees, and steeled his skin from the wind of the forest.
“Please…” his voice had never sounded so broken to his ears, not before the Father with is whips and hot swords, never before the guards that had beaten him when he was young, yet before this woman now, who peeled his skin from his bones and throttled his soul, he felt the forest within him again, the woods that called to him, he felt it hard and clamoring and claiming, oh how it claimed him.
She stood an arms length from him, strong arms held onto a bloodied sword, and a heaving chest hosted a broken soul, she was as lost as he was, he saw, as broken, as pained. He wished to be anyone but himself then, and he wished she was anyone but herself. In that way, in any ounce of what good may befall broken souls, they could have saved each other’s souls from what evil had been wrought into it. She inhaled deeply, and the grip on her hilt tightened, “Pray to your God then, holy man,” she raised the blade above her head, “and behold your abandonment.”
#cursed#tv show#tv series#the weeping monk#Daniel Sharman#the weeping monk imagine#the weeping monk x reader#the weeping monk x oc#merlin#fantasy#writing#books#literature#authors#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
What type of characters interest you?
I don’t think I have a criterion or criteria for the characters I like. I go case by case, to be honest. The characters I like may have similar traits, but I don’t like them by default because they possess them.
For example, Light possesses traits I like in other characters, but I find him irritating. Thinking about him gives me a headache lmao.
Since I am into Dice (not going to spoiler much, since it’s basic knowledge), Mooyoung is a bit like him: he wants to reset the world, because he thinks its current state is just the worst. He took upon him this impossible mission, thinking he’s the only one capable of defeating X. He is manipulative, ruthless and much more, but he doesn’t do it for “boredom” and he doesn’t have a plot armour. For fuck’s sake, the number of times he lost against X – makes him fucking pathetic at this point, but he is way more fascinating than shallow Light. He is op like Light, in a way, but he earned it. He spread the dices and killed more than 650 dicers with his own fucking hands, just to try to beat X and fail miserably. Light gets pretty much everything handed to him. Mooyoung has a Misa in a way (Taebin) but he “earned” him too. He works his ass off and always bounces back. / A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops, with gentle hands and a heart of a fighter. I'm a survivor. / vibes (he does love his kids – the people he killed – and I’m serious. When I found out what lies in his consciousness, it just broke me.)
It depends on the context the character finds themselves in, I’d say. I'll give you some other characters from other media, if you want to find a pattern or just get an answer (if you know them of course).
Mycroft Holmes & Moriarty (Sherlock).
Gin & Ai (Detective Conan).
The Weeping Monk (Cursed).
Berlin & Palermo (La Casa de Papel).
Joe Goldberg (You).
Rio & Beth (Good Girls).
Elesis, in her Crimson Avenger and Bloody Queen classes (Elsword).
Sans & Chara (Undertale).
Sideshow Bob (Simpsons).
Scaramouche (Genshin Impact).
Kafka & Blade (Honkai Star Rail).
BEN Drowned & Laughing Jack (Creepypasta).
Kishou Arima (Tokyo Ghoul).
Bill (Gravity Falls).
Heather & Alejandro (Total Drama).
Red (Orange Is The New Black).
Abed & Troy (Community).
Dwight (The Office UK).
Capitan Ray Holt (Brooklyn 99).
Dina & Garrett (Superstore).
Assane Diop (Lupin).
ROBOTUS / Alpha-Beta (Inside Job).
John Casey (Chuck).
Silas (The DaVinci Code).
Usually, I like more characters per series (to different degrees). These are just the first ones my mind went to lol.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Weeping Monk x Reader : The Forbidden Apple Chapter 17
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Story Summary: Father Carden begins to notice how his Weeping Monk starts to question all he was raised to believe in. In an effort to distract him, he has his Red Brothers bring him a 'gift.' The Monk is skeptical when he hears of this, Father never just gave him gifts. But when the Monk enters his tent in the evening he understood what Father had meant by 'gift'. You, a fey girl, were the gift.
Chapter Title: Healing Hands.
Notes: Not to be an emotional loser, but it’s so nice reading what people like about this fic omg ;_;
Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Stockholm syndrome (?), lima syndrom (?). Rape threats, sexual assault, murder and violence. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Mention of menstruation.
Other warnings: ! Smut ! Jealousy. Enemies to lovers (?). Romance. Pining. Thigh grinding.
Word count of this fic: +140K
Chapter: 17 / 27
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Two days went by and the conversation you could have with the Ash Man was extremely limited to the point where you could only say things about his health.
Both Arthur and Red Spear demanded there were some of her raiders present in the infirmary room at all times to ensure the safety of both you and Pym.
Lancelot seemed to undergo it all without much protest, letting his wrists be bound together when alone or bound to the cot when being treated.
Privacy was non-existent in the room, two raiders were always guarding the door. And he doubted there were not more outside to keep an eye out for trouble. He had seen Percival only once in two days, he had grown attached to the child so easily and was even starting to miss his constant bluntness.
He kept quiet, cooperative with those who were giving him a chance in this new place with all these new people.
If given time, there must come a moment where he could speak to you in private again, right ?
Today this was not really possible, both you and Pym were trying to see if there were any internal injuries like broken bones. Even letting him walk around the room once to see if he could keep his balance.
As he sat motionless on the cot again, his hands held on to the edge of it, clearly showing that he was not going to lunge at someone all of a sudden. Sometimes he looked at the raiders near the door, noting that one of them was sweating and the other was so nervous that he had dropped his sword twice.
Were they supposed to protect you and the healer ?
“Can you raise your arm for me ?” You asked, focused on finding out whether any bone in his lower arm was broken.
In silence he obliged and raised his arm, glad to have the freedom to do so today.
You took it in your hands, trying to feel the bones inside but ended up distracted. He was muscular and when given the chance and excuse to find that out for yourself…
Mentally you were scolding yourself for it, it took longer then necessary. Your hands moved over his lower and upper arm, fingers digging in lightly while turning his arm and moving his elbow.
It took a moment before you realized both him and Pym were looking at you. And gods was it embarrassing…
Pym blinked, then asked “Uh…need help ?”
You blurted out “I can’t find the bones.”
Great…now they both thought you were acting weird…
She shuffled over to you to take over, mumbling “They’re in there.”
While taking a step back you stammered “Sorry…I meant.. I can’t feel if they are broken or not.”
Pym needed only a moment, basically commanding him “Move your fingers.”
He did as told, showing no signs of pain when doing so even if Pym was far less careful.
His focus glided back to you and how you looked rather flustered. The way your fingers had moved over his skin just now… he had seen enough healers to know the difference. Was it just your inexperience as one, or was it done on purpose ?
Still, he had to tilt his head down and bite back the smirk forming at seeing your innocent reaction.
One of the raiders called out to you and Pym “Could you inspect me for broken bones too ?”
Pym rolled her eyes at his nonsense, used to hearing the same teasing over and over again.
Quick as a whip, you answered “Before or after I tell the Red Spear of your request ?”
The raider swallowed his tongue right away, his captain would not appreciate it if he interrupted the working healer with his nonsense.
Pym pointed at the bandage across Lancelot’s chest while addressing you “You can take that bandage off, I’ll prepare a fresh one.”
With a nod, you quietly and shyly told him “Sit up, please.”
The difference between you and Pym was staggering. You asked him to cooperate, Pym practically commanded him.
He sat up, lifting his arms when needed so this could go smoothly, detecting your increasingly nervous state.
Helping him and putting on bandages when he was unconscious was very different to when he was awake. You felt ridiculously self-conscious when leaning over him to remove the old bandage. You had been close to him before, why was it difficult now ?
With trembling hands you tried to be as quick as possible.
A whisper coming from him reached your ears “It is alright.”
When your eyes locked on his, they were calm and you felt some of the anxiety fade away.
With a nod you continued, more patient this time.
Pym noticed the change “Do you want to put the new one on ?”
You held out your hand and she placed the fresh long pieces of cloth into your hand “I’ll try.”
She encouraged, sounding like she didn’t have a single doubt “You can do it.”
He had barely spoken a single word to Pym other then ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but he was already starting to appreciate her. It looked like you had found a friend and he was glad to see it.
It took two tries but you did manage to put the new bandage into place.
“Not too tight ?” You asked him while securing it.
He heard the uncertainty and wished you had more faith in yourself “You did well.”
It felt good to hear some praise and it put an instant smile on your face “Pym ?”
She looked at it for a second, then went to wash her hands “He’s right.”
Only then did you feel proud of having learned something new, you went ahead and offered him a clean undershirt, his previous one had been beyond saving “I got you a new shirt. Do you need help putting it on ?”
Of course he did not.
Lancelot gave a nod “Please.”
You only asked him out of politeness, not expecting him to actually need the assistance, highly doubting that he actually did…
It would have gone so much faster if he had just put on the shirt himself, thank heaven he had lied and had you near a moment longer.
After clumsily helping him put on the shirt, you took a step back “There you go. Pym and I will be leaving again, we’re told not to stay longer then necessary to help you. Don’t worry, Arthur and Red Spear will come around. You won’t be locked into this room forever, I promise.”
He wanted to say something but the raiders walked up and bound his wrists together again, you hated seeing this happen.
Pym noticed the look in your eyes, gently taking your hand in hers as she steered you away from the scene “Come on.”
ooooOoooOooOoOoOoo
It took a week before he was given his first chance at being outside of the infirmary room. Still they limited where he could or could not go, the Manblood was responsible for this.
The Green Knight was there to help and thanks to him he got just a bit more freedom.
His former attire had been ruined by the blood and he was given other clothes by the knight. A off-white shirt, a dark brown aketon along with a dark blue leather jerkin he could wear. The new cloak was still grey, but it looked the same as those worn by the people around him in Gramaire, perfect to keep some discretion.
No crosses on the fabrics this time…
He was permitted to walk around in the castle, but he was not to set foot outside, there was not enough trust build to do so.
So he walked around with Percival at his side inside the castle, glad to be on his feet again and out of the room for the first time since he was brought here.
You were busy drawing one of the maps while sitting by a window when you saw them walk nearby.
He sure wasn’t holy, but he had the patience of a saint when it came to the spirited boy.
Countless times you had heard from afar how the child asked him “Why ?” Whenever he told or asked something of him.
“Do not do that.”
“Why ?”
“Do not eat that.”
“Why ?”
Or your personal favorite…
“Do not take that.”
“Why ?”
“It is not yours…”
“It is if I take it.”
You had rarely seen him look so stunned before by the boy’s audacity. You had laughed upon overhearing it, sharing a sympathetic look with the man who went from being a monk to a father like figure.
It was hard to decided which was funnier, Lancelot’s flabbergasted reaction or the reaction of the boy when he told him that stealing was a ‘sin’.
From where you stood you could see that he had trouble reasoning with the child, Percival was known to be impressively stubborn.
As the Ash Man scolded the young boy for it, you couldn’t resist chipping in “That’s rich coming from the man who stole from a monastery and nuns.”
Percival could not believe his ears “You what ?!?”
He was not amused in the slightest.
Now the boy could use this against him “Thank you.”
You pretended not to notice the sarcasm “You’re welcome.”
Percival was almost appalled by the Ash Man’s ‘crime’ “Who steals from nuns ?!?”
Lancelot set his eyes on your face and never let them wander, reminding you why he had committed the sin “I had a good reason. I did not do it for myself.”
Sweetly, your head tilted a little “Lancelot is telling the truth. He stole from nuns to help me. I share in the blame.”
He refuted that “You do not.”
Percival stared up between you and the staring Ash Man, squinting his eyes “So, stealing is alright if it helps someone else ?”
He could not tell the boy that that was wrong “Sometimes.”
You spoke to the boy “Gawain told me he knighted you. A knight of the people does not steal from his people.”
To you the boy listened well, as if it was only out of sheer spite and to rile Lancelot up that he feigned not to understand his view, you respected that.
In the past week the raiders nor the Manblood had granted him a chance to speak to you privately and from the corner of his eyes he could always see at least two raiders keeping an eye on his every step.
Percival tried to get himself out of any trouble “I was just going to borrow it.”
Hmm, like he ‘borrowed’ whatever it was that he stole from your parents ?
You brushed something that looked to be grass from the boy’s arm, readjusting his jacket that somehow ended up looking very crooked “Remember what I told you, if you are hungry just tell me. I’ll make sure you get something to eat, alright ? Don’t steal. Ask.”
Percival got a little quiet when you concerned yourself over him and his clothing “Yes, y/n.”
Lancelot was watching you intensely, watching how you cared for the young boy, it warmed his heart to see it “Drawing again, I see ?”
You held the parchment up for them to see “Maps. As per Gawain’s request.”
The Green Knight saw you as a valuable asset, you had lived with the Red Paladins, seen what sort of weapons they had, how many there were…
And most of all you had been near Father Carden as they traveled. Heard him speak of the plans the Church had for the Fey and those Uther had too.
But it was when Arthur discovered your love for drawing that Gawain had asked you to become a map maker. Helping them document what areas were safe and which were not.
He reached for the parchment, noticing something “May I ?”
Without hesitation you gave him the map you had been working on for the past few hours.
Lancelot studied it for a moment, then pointed out “This bridge is continuously guarded by paladins. Does the Green Knight know this ?”
Your eyes widened, Gawain had not spoken of this “No, he doesn’t.”
He went to stand beside you, ignoring how two raiders got ready to interfere, pointing at the mill you mention on the map “This mill is burned, the area should be avoided by Fey.”
Percival was standing on his toes to look at the map the Ash Man was studying.
Gawain stood behind the three of you in silence along with Arthur, watching how the Ash Man helped point out what formed a danger to the Fey.
Arthur shared a look with Gawain, clearly not expecting to see the Weeping Monk help.
Gawain cleared his throat, drawing the attention “Lancelot, let’s go take a walk outside.”
Lancelot turned, frowning in response “Outside ?” eyes briefly landing on the Manblood “I was told it was prohibited.”
The Green Knight waved that away “Not anymore. Come on.”
Arthur said nothing as Gawain and the Ash Man walked past him, but he did look with you at the map and talked about what you had learned.
ooOoooOoooOOoOoooo
Everyone was staring at him, that was how it felt like at least.
He walked beside the Green Knight at a distance from those who had seen the two of them coming, a distance those same people had created to avoid coming face to face with him.
The Green Knight spoke with him “We need people who can fight. We need everyone we can get.” a sigh “But I will not force you. If you want to leave and find your own purpose then you may.”
Lancelot sights trailed off to Percival and you who were passing by not far from him “My purpose…”
Gawain saw where his attention had trailed off to, it was clear to him that the Ash Man had reasons enough to stay “It will not be simple, my friend. You will have to be strong, our people are yet to know the real you. Even I still have to learn.”
Did he himself even still know who he was ?
The knight was already planning ahead “Y/n told me you can hear The Hidden. That is something we need to put our attention on, they do not reach out to everyone. It is rare.”
The Ash Man walked right into the edge of a wheel from a wagon that was parked sideways, Gawain guessed that his attention was not solely on him.
The knight had to look away before he’d laugh at the Ash Man’s faltering, deciding to speak of this further once a certain woman and child were out of sight.
OoOooOOooOoOOOooo
By evening, the Green Knight and Red Spear had given the people the order to not engage with the man formerly known as the ‘Weeping Monk’, it was the only way to ensure that somebody would not try to retaliate against him.
You were searching for him around the place, room after room, finally finding him outside.
You made eye contact from afar and smiled at him.
Finally you could have a moment to talk again, or so you thought…
“Ah, there you are !” Gawain startled you, placing an arm around your shoulders and steering you into a different direction “I found something that needs to be added to the maps.”
You threw a look at Lancelot over your shoulder who seemed to sigh deeply by the stolen chance.
Neither of you were happy with it.
The second time, later in the evening when you went to find him again, he was talking to Gawain. They were conversing and standing over the maps, he seemed to be sharing information needed to ensure safe traveling.
It didn’t stop you, not giving a damn anymore if anyone questioned why you did what you did.
“Good evening, y/n.” Gawain greeted with a friendly smile as you walked into the room.
You cast your eyes at him only briefly “Evening, Gawain.”
Lancelot took a second longer to greet you.
Without warning you embraced a startled Ash Man, ignoring the surprised look on the face of the Green Knight.
Gawain took the hint, it was impossible to miss “I’ll uh… give you a moment to talk.”
“Thank you.” You quickly said and he walked out of the room.
The second the door fell shut, Lancelot’s hand reached into the back of your hair while pulling you into his chest.
Finally.
The confession came from you without effort “I missed you.”
His own was spoken against your temple “And I you.” he leaned back, telling you what had transpired that day “I believed you were dead. Father had given the order without my knowledge, I found the cross…”
Stating the obvious “That wasn’t me.”
It was a rare thing to see him smile and you locked the one he had on his face now away in your memory forever.
His hand was restless as it caressed your cheek, your jaw and neck…
Like he couldn’t believe you were really actually there.
It’s movements slowed down when it settled for your cheek, thumb brushing over it and even over your nose “What happened that day ?”
You recalled that horrible day “I tried to save Gawain, they caught me. Dragged me off into the woods to… I saw that cross too.” if only you could erase that memory “I fought them, I ran. Like I promised.”
He fell silent, recalling how upset you had been when learning of the Green Knight’s torture that day, never expecting you to risk your life to safe him.
Before he could put too much thought to it, he brushed his lips to your forehead, resting his own against yours after “I-…” everything he wished to say got stuck in his throat “I am so sorry, y/n.”
Could he even ask for forgiveness ?
Sending him a soft smile, you put to rest the fear he held regarding it “You did what you were taught was right and you were brave enough to leave behind everything you knew when learning the truth. We are both starting over again here.”
He took your hands in his, thoughts slipping out through his mouth “Together ?”
Together ?
Gawain entered the room again and Lancelot released your hands and clasped his own behind his back “Sorry. Lancelot, I need you outside.”
He gave a nod, hoping the knight would give him another moment, which he did not.
After seeing his hesitation to go with Gawain, you whispered just loud enough “We are here now, aren’t we ?”
Back then you had meant it, if he had wanted to leave the Church but could not return to the Fey then you would have stayed with him regardless.
He was the only one you had, the first friend…
Gawain cleared his throat when the Ash Man seemed to forget he was even in the room with the two of you.
It was you diverting your attention between them that made him snap out of it.
Finally he went to follow the Green Knight who had been impatiently waiting for him.
Taglist:
@ourlazydetectivekitten @the-great-adventures-of-me @linkpk88 @mixedchicaq @fxrchxldws @elenaoftheturks @slytherlight @beananacake @captainbucky-yt @crystallizedtime @thesneakylittleminx @moonlightaura03 @gracelongstreth @atani-chan296 @angrygardendeer @have-aheart @oh–its-just-me @5am-cigarette @arcanenature @yeboi-0418 @cheezecrisps @thewinterskywalker @notyourwildestdream @coloursforyourportrait @koressecretidentity @nike90 @n1ghtlux @rachlovesactors @luckyzipperscissorsbat @morena-doing-stuff @the-fangirl-diaries @gipsydanger17 @heavenly1927 @phantasmalbeiing @labyrinthonmymind
Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist of this story.
#weeping monk reader#weeping monk#theweepingmonk#weepingmonk#the weeping monk#cursed lancelot#Cursed Netflix#the weeping monk x reader#weeping monk x reader#weeping monk x you#the weeping monk fic#the weeping monk x you#lancelot x reader#lancelot#lancelot/reader#reader x lancelot#daniel sharman#netflix cursed#cursed squirrel#cursed#Arthur#Green Knight#Gawain#percival
42 notes
·
View notes
Note
Finally a trailer for Outlander! I'm so excited to get my babies Roger and Bree back, yassss! I missed them. Can't believe there's only one more season after this one :(. P.S unrelated but did Cursed ever get renewed? X
Yes!!!!! And oh my god the trailer gave me chills! It looks so good!! I'm very excited for this new season. Even more so since I haven't read Echo in the Bone all the way through yet so I'm not 100% sure what's gonna happen. I'm excited!
And yay Roger and Bree!!!! I've missed them too!!! And the glimpses of them in the trailer were great!! Roger looks so good with the short hair and beard. Look at them!!!
I am sad there was nothing for Fergus and Marsali in the trailer so I worry we won't see much of them at all this season.
Sadly Cursed did get cancelled and I'm still mourning it. I'm so pissed it got cancelled. I miss it so much. I am posting my Weeping Monk & Gawain fic that starts at the end of the season if you're interested. You can find it here
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Road to Avalon - Chapter 2, The Paladin Camp
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.”
---
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.”
---
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.
---
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?”
---
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.
#cursed#lancelot x reader#weeping monk x reader#the weeping monk x reader#the weeping monk#roadtoavalon
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
First Lines
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️
I was tagged by @iamstartraveller776 and @myrsinemezzo
Galadriel rushes into the restaurant, cheeks pink from the cold and the lingering rage of finding out her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—is married. [On the Twelfth Night, or, Epiphany: How Galadriel Seduced a Priest and Discovered the True Meaning of Christmas; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]
Halbrand steps away from the grill, the heat of the kitchen causing sweat to form at his hairline. [Half of My Heart; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]
He creeps from the void, drawn to the land made in his likeness. [The Lesser of Two Evils; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]
“There is no such future,” she denies vehemently. [The Music of the Night; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]
She had come to convince him. [To Follow the Light; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]
The door opens. [No Light, No Light; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]
“Let me find her, Father,” the Weeping Monk volunteers, thrilled at the challenge, at the opportunity it would present. [In Pursuit; Nimue x the Weeping Monk/Lancelot; Cursed]
They had been traveling for what felt like days. [Accursed Salvation; Nimue x the Weeping Monk/Lancelot; Cursed]
“Perhaps here you can find some peace, Galadriel.” [No One's Here to Sleep {coming soon}; Galadriel x Sauron; Rings of Power]
Finrod Felagund was two thousand three hundred and eighty one years old on the day his body was found split open and strewn before the apothecary’s doorstep. [When the Day Met the Night {coming soon-ish}; Galadriel x Halbrand; Rings of Power]
If you see this and you write fic, drop your first lines!
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Susan Pevensie Ships!
Today we have our Gentle Queen!
For the usual ships we have:
Susan x Éomer (The Lord of the Rings)
Susan x Steve Rogers (MCU)
Susan x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Susa x Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men First Class)
Susan x Gawain (King Arthur)
Susan x Legolas (The Lord of the Rings)
Susan x Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Susan x The Weeping Monk (Cursed)
And for the new ships we have:
Susan x Bucky Barnes (MCU)
Susan x Clark Kent (DCU)
Let me know your favorite ships and remember! The one with the most notes will get a kissing post later on!
Remember that you can always follow the ship tags for more love and more content.
#madame baggio#week of posts#susan pevensie#susan x bucky#susan pevensie x lancelot#susan pevensie x legolas#gawain x susan pevensie#susan pevensie x arthur pendragon#erik x susan#steve rogers x susan pevensie#susan pevensie x eomer
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 6
Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC]
Word Count: ~3.7k
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Angst, Religious Trauma, Little Spot of Fluff, Brief Nudity
Summary: A trip to the Wolf Folk village before a hawk brings a letter.
You can also read it on AO3!
Masterlist | Chapter 6:
After Squirrel had returned with his new stick, Lancelot went straight to brushing down Goliath. He didn't look at anyone but at least acknowledged the boy and told him they would resume training once Goliath had been seen to. Squirrel didn't seem to pick up on the shift of Lancelot's behavior at all.
When the man had finally stopped crying, he seemed to snap out of whatever state he was in and couldn't look me in the eye anymore. If I could guess at anything, I would assume Lancelot was embarrassed by his actions.
Squirrel, on the other hand, was excited to hear I would be taking him to the Wolf village tomorrow. He would have to bathe and put on a clean set of clothes first, of course. If anyone caught my scent on him, it would give me away no matter how I disguised myself.
Once I'd told him some more about the village, he'd run off back outside since Lancelot had finished brushing Goliath. I listened from inside the cave as the man instructed the boy while my mind wandered.
All he had ended up confessing to me wasn't something I could easily brush off. He had laid bare his truth and his confliction. I didn't even know how to feel about being told I, in many ways, showed more of his God's grace than his own Father Carden.
Of course, I wasn't showing his God's grace- I did not believe nor ascribe to that religion. However, Lancelot still did, and that was what he felt to be true. And there was some humor to be found in it all as well. I'd been concerned I was too harsh on him, that my crueler choice words would drive him right back to the church, only to learn the opposite to be true.
That I was leading him out of the darkness.
I also now understood his reactions to the story of the first Wolf Folk. The she-wolf of that story had her prayers answered and found a new home while Lancelot's prayers were met with silence and his own fear of damnation.
Rising from the water, I took a breath while pushing my hair out of my face. Birds flew by overhead as there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Hearing the woods and the running water of the river was rather calming.
Standing there in the river that came up to my hips, I lazily ran my fingers through the cool water. The sun felt wonderful on my skin since it wasn't too hot out. The chill of winter would be coming around the corner, so it was best to relish in this weather while it still lasted.
My ears flicked back, catching the sound of foliage rustling. The movement was quiet, so I doubted it was a human with how loud they could be in the woods. Looking over my shoulder to check, I stretched out my claws just in case.
"I brought the change of clothes you asked for. I cannot fathom how you plan to make them fit...." Lancelot trailed off as he stopped in his tracks. He carried a pile of folded clothes with him that he was now gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
I rose a brow since he'd gone silent, and Lancelot quickly turned his face toward the sky as his face bloomed bright red.
"I didn't know you were already in the river, I swear." He said rather quickly before spinning on his heel to turn his back on me.
"You have seen me naked before, Lancelot. There is no need to be bashful now." I chuckled while seeing how red his ears were getting.
"As I have told you many times, I was not myself then. I-It is sinful to-"
"Not a woman, remember?"
"It doesn't matter. One is not supposed to look upon the nude form of another."
"Unless they are married."
"Yes. Wait, how do you know that?" His head slightly turned, but he kept facing the woods.
"Wisdom of the Ravens, remember?"
"I remember."
"So you seriously cannot look at me?" I crossed my arms while tilting my head. "Even though you have been balls deep inside of me many times before?"
"Y-Yes." Lancelot dropped his gaze to the ground as he shifted his weight on his feet. "That is also....very sinful." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Even more sinful, actually." He added, speaking barely over a whisper.
With his head tilted down, I could see how the back of his neck flushed. The man's face had to be as red as a ripe tomato by now. This was so different from before, and I couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Then how do you expect to give me those clothes if you cannot even look at me?"
"Turn around."
"Turn around?"
"With your back to me. I will set them down near yours."
"All right, then." I said but didn't move an inch. I wanted to see how he was going to do this without looking at me since my clothes were piled on the edge of the river right in front of me.
"Have you turned?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just set the clothes down." Lancelot hesitated even after I gave him the go-ahead. When he turned, his eyes landed right on me- my chest specifically.
"Jesus Christ-!" He hissed as he jerked his head back in the direction of the woods. I burst into laughter, finding his reaction utterly ridiculous. I understood my heat made him throw away chastity and modesty, but I didn't have anything he hadn't already seen. "This is not funny."
"Oh, but it is. You have seen my body both in bed and in your head, but now you avert your gaze like a blushing maiden?"
"I was raised devout Christian. Nudity is not....commonplace. I also see you lack modesty whether in heat or not."
"Oh, you see, huh?" I laughed, watching his shoulders rise.
"You know what I mean, Devin." My ears twitched as my smile fell. Even after calling him Lancelot for this long, he had never said my name in turn.
Until now.
A tingle went up my spine as I found myself quite liking how his voice said my name. Swallowing, I briefly glanced away before regaining my composure.
"Fine. I won't do it again." I said before lowering myself into the water up to my chin. "Okay, I promise you can turn around now without seeing me naked." Lancelot was even more reluctant to turn now, but he eventually did, and my mouth went under the water.
He really was as red as a tomato. He was also quick to set the clothes down before rushing off back into the woods. Standing back up once he was no longer in view, I grabbed the soap among my belongings.
Once I was done bathing in the river, I wrung out as much water as possible from my hair and fur. Picking up Lancelot's shirt first, I sniffed at it to make sure my own scent wasn't on it. However, his strongly was. How was it he could smell like this?
Bringing the garment closer to my face, I deeply inhaled through my nose. I was picking up so many things on the shirt, most of which were just him. It was such a nice scent, though, and my tail began to wag.
I didn't care this time- It wasn't as if anyone could see it.
My ears twitched again before swiveling, hearing incoherent whispers in the woods around me. Lowering the shirt, I quickly looked around as I was on high alert. However, when I saw nothing, I realized the whispers came from the Hidden.
It wasn't often that I heard them. But when I did, it seemed to be at the most random of times. Now included.
Sighing through my nose, I pulled the shirt over my head before grabbing the trousers. Lancelot had thankfully brought a belt as well that I used to keep the pants on my hips. The clothes were indeed too big for me, but simply rolling up the pant legs fixed the length issue.
Draping the cloak over my shoulders, I made sure to tie it on tight. I didn't want it to fall off at the worst possible moment. I left my hair down to air dry as I carefully gathered up my things and carried them at arm's length back to the cave.
Lancelot wasn't there when I returned, and I didn't pay it much mind given what happened earlier. After dropping my clothes on my bed, Squirrel and I left to have time to get to the village and back before nightfall.
"Do we really have to leave after we get the sword?" Squirrel asked as we were riding together on Goliath.
"I do plan to get some supplies and food. There's a vendor here that sells the best roasted elk I have ever had." I replied while seeing the village up ahead.
"How do you even have money if you don't work?"
"I work." My brows furrowed as I looked at Squirrel. "I've been working this entire time."
"How? You go nowhere, and no one comes to your cave."
"Well, my pelts sell mainly in the fall and winter. I provide my own food most of the year to save money, and in the summer and spring, I sell herbs from the woods. Those bundles you saw me prepping to dry- did you think I was keeping all of them?"
"You have a lot of bottles with dried plants in them. How was I supposed to know?" Squirrel's response made me chuckle. Dismounting from Goliath, I then held up my hand to help the boy down.
He took my hand before hopping off of the large horse to the ground. Grabbing Goliath's reins, we then walked into the village together. My hood was low to cover my face, and being covered in Lancelot's scent seemed to be working so far.
The village was alive with chatter and laughter. Children ran around, chasing each other or their toys. Squirrel was lit up with interest as his eyes took in everything around him.
The last time he had been anywhere full of people like this was Gramaire. However, Gramaire was very different from a Wolf Folk village.
"Stay out of trouble, and you can explore." I turned Squirrel around to make him face me as I leaned down. Pulling a few coins from my pocket, I held them out for him to take. "No mischief, you hear?"
"I hear." He grinned while taking the coins.
"Either wait here when you are done, or I will find you when I am."
"Okay." Squirrel nodded, and I ruffled his hair before he ran off. I didn't have to worry about his safety- he was a Sky Folk boy, and this was a village of wolves. He stuck out in the crowd, and children here were raised with the aid of the community, meaning no matter where he went in the village, someone would have an eye or ear out for him.
Not to mention if he got into trouble, he was scrappy and loud. It would be impossible for no one to notice.
Leading Goliath further into the village, I noticed there were a handful of other Fey present as well. From where I stood, I could see a few Snake Clan and a couple of Tusks. Had some refugees found their way here?
Walking on, I soon found myself standing outside a familiar home. Taking in a deep breath, I pondered a little longer on whether or not I should turn back now. I already came this far, though.
Tying Goliath's reins to a post, I pat the horse's neck.
"Wish me luck, would ya?" I whispered. As if understanding, he nickered. "Thanks." I chuckled before nervously straightening out the oversized shirt as I walked toward the front door.
Knocking, I waited for the door to open. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I hadn't seen my family in a few years and wasn't sure how much had changed or if anything had at all.
"Hello?" My mother's face was the first one I saw. She glanced at the horse from over my shoulder before looking at me with confusion. "Can I help you?"
"Can I come in first?" I asked in a soft tone while raising my hood to where only she could see my face. She took in a sharp breath before grabbing me by the shirt and yanking me inside. The door slammed shut, and I had to catch my balance to keep from falling on my face. "Wanna yank a little harder next time, Ma?"
"What in the world are you doing here, Devin? You know you-"
"Relax. Not even you recognized me."
"Because you smell like a-" This time she cut herself off as her burnt orange eyes narrowed at me. She stepped closer, sniffing at me while I pushed the hood off of my head. "You smell like a man and definitely not even a wolf." Her tone sharpened. "Who is it this time, huh?"
"You make it sound like I'm promiscuous. And it is not what you think. This is just a disguise."
"From?"
"A friend." I replied while glancing around. There were some new things like a replaced table and blooming herbs hanging from the ceiling. "Oh, you managed to find some of these this late in the season? And this big?" Delicately touching the pale blue flowers surrounded by greenery, I could feel my mother's gaze cutting through me. "What?"
"Devin, I have missed you so, but you know it is not safe for you to come here."
"My family is worth the risk. Where's Pa?"
"He should be back any minute."
"Okay, I get your concern, but why am I getting such attitude?" I gestured at my mother while looking at her expression and body language.
"Because you never wrote."
"I wasn't sure any of you would want me to." I admitted. "After everything happened, I had no clue where I stood."
"Oh, Devin." Ma heavily sighed before she pulled me into a warm hug. "You are still a part of this family."
"Even after the shame I brought? I remember how Pa nearly burst a vein."
"Yes, even after." Ma pulled away and held me at arm's length. "Your sister is pregnant, by the way."
"Cara? Pregnant? Shit, since when?" I asked as my eyebrows rose high on my forehead.
"We found out last month. She'll be due next summer." Ma chuckled.
"Is she joined too?"
"Two years ago."
"Two years?" I had to sit down as I rubbed my forehead. "Fuck. What about Darragh? Ciaran?"
"Darragh is to be joined this winter, and Ciaran is....Ciaran." Ma softly laughed while taking a seat next to me at the table. "That boy may never settle down."
"It has only been a few years." I mumbled.
"A lot can happen in that time, Devin. What of you? Joined? Expecting? Planning?"
"Nothing of the sort." I waved my hand as my brows furrowed.
"Still courting, then?" Ma quirked up a brow at me as she glanced down at my clothes again.
"I told you, these are just from a friend for a disguise. I swear I am not with anyone."
"At least half my children are growing to be fine adults. I would have preferred better odds."
"Oh, come off it. I fare well for myself."
"You smell like a man you swear is not your partner, who is clearly Fey, but I cannot even tell what kind, and you even have the scent of a Sky Folk on you."
"The two are temporarily in my care. The Sky Folk is a boy with the foulest mouth I have encountered a child having."
"Fouler than you?" Ma joked, and we both laughed. "So what is it you do now? Are you a healer?"
"Not really. I have had to use your teachings, though. I still deal in pelts and sell herbs."
"Then why are the two you insist on being vague about in your care?"
"I agreed to provide them shelter until they can regroup with their people."
"The paladins?" Ma gave a knowing look, and I nodded. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Horrid, those men are. We have been lucky thus far."
"Do you not worry how long that will last?"
"It is ever-present in our minds. Nearly everyone in the village has made plans for a quick escape shall the need ever arise." Ma reached across the table to take my hand in hers. "I know you want to ask."
"....What of Odhran and Liam?"
"Odhran is still alone." Ma's tone was somber. "His broken heart has taken some time in healing."
"I did not intend to hurt him so."
"I know." Ma nodded while rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "Liam.... Well," She sighed. "he is joined and has a litter." I ran a hand through my hair while sighing.
"I really was a fool."
"You cannot blame yourself, child. You do not choose who you love."
"Yeah, but clearly Odhran would have been the wiser choice. At least he loved me so deeply to still be heartbroken after all this time. And I would still be with my family."
"The past has happened. You were young and following your heart."
"Of which I will never do again."
"Try not to speak too soon." Ma gently squeezed my hand. "The heart can lead to wonderful things."
"Aileen? Whose horse is that?" Pa's voice called out as the front door opened. He was still looking at Goliath as he stepped inside. When he turned, I saw the confused look on his face before it quickly turned to shock at seeing me.
"Hi, Pa." And the door slammed shut.
Storing the bought supplies into Goliath's saddlebags, I made sure nothing was going to fall out. I was glad to have gotten time with my parents even if I missed seeing my siblings. However, Ma and Pa had told me stories well enough about them to help me catch up on what I had missed.
And now that I had finished getting what I needed, I had to go find Squirrel. Calmly walking with the horse, I didn't want to draw attention to myself nor come off as suspicious. Acting as if I were simply passing through as some others were was enough to keep my identity hidden.
Lancelot's scent threw other people off so much that they would never guess it was me under the hood. I had known these vendors, grown up with them and around them, but no one could tell who I was. I wasn't too surprised by that since not even my own mother had been able to recognize me.
I eventually found Squirrel sword fighting with another boy around his age. He looked as if he was having fun and winning while the Wolf Boy was asking where he learned to fight as he did.
"Squirrel!" I called out to get his attention. "It's time to go." He nodded to me before turning back to the kids he was with to say his goodbyes. They were all waving and bidding him farewell as he ran my way. "Have fun?"
"Yeah." He had such a bright smile. Storing his wooden sword away in his belt, Squirrel then looked up at me with his hands on his hips. "Now, where is this roasted elk you mentioned before?"
"Work up an appetite training?" I softly laughed while leading the way to where I remember the vendor being.
"Wolf kids are a lot faster than I thought they would be."
"Make any friends?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe is not a no."
"We are getting some for Lancelot, too, right?"
"Of course. Don't want him to get moody as he does for being left out." I joked.
"....Either you are really good at hiding how you feel, or you really don't want to stab him anymore." Squirrel's words made me look at him with a twisted expression.
"What?"
"Lancelot. You haven't glared at him in a while now. Also, you care about how he feels."
"I do not-"
"'Don't want him to get moody as he does'." Squirrel mocked me while waving his hand. Rolling my eyes, I looked ahead of us as I could smell cooking meat.
"Why do you want me to like him so much?"
"So that I'm not the only one who does. He could use more people that like him." He answered. "Nimue said that even if you are lost, so long as you have people that care about you, you will find your way home."
"Those are some wise words."
"Mm-hm." Squirrel hummed. Reaching the roasted elk vendor, I bought three portions before leaving the village and heading back home.
Riding in quiet, I contemplated what Squirrel had said. He'd clearly grown more attached to Lancelot. However, I could understand why. Beneath the Weeping Monk was a man worth redeeming. It was a source of my own confliction how Lancelot could be so kind and concerned and yet have the blood of only gods know how many Fey on his hands.
My ears twitched when I heard the call of a hawk. Looking toward the sky, I had to quickly raise my arm when a bird flew down right at us. The hawk landed on my arm as Squirrel twisted in his seat to look.
"There's something tied to its leg." He stated before reaching up to untie what was no doubt a letter from the bird's leg. As soon as he had it in his hands, the bird flew off. "It's from Arthur."
"And?" I rose a brow to encourage him to say more about what he was reading.
"And I hope you have money for a horse."
"....What?"
#In the Wolf's Den#cursed#cursed 2020#the weeping monk#cursed weeping monk#lancelot#cursed lancelot#oc x canon#orange#minors dni#Wolf does fanfic
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
"You're Not what I Was Looking For"
-- The Weeping Monk x OC (fem)
Chapter 66: queen of all [x]
Chapter Summary: One evening gives Lancelot and Ari a chance to be free. Old secrets come to light.
Content Warning: -/-
Masterlist: [x]
Taglist: @trenko-heart @nike90 @moonlightaura03 (if you want to be added/removed let me know)
Exert:
Kaze eyed Lancelot for every step, all along the corridor as if ensuring that he did not think about coming back.
“How long has that been going on?” Kaze asked after she shut the door with more grace this time. Her voice was softer than Ari had anticipated.
She moved to Henry’s gift draping from the upright partition, trying to avoid the burning gaze of her friend. But she couldn’t. There was nowhere for her to hide from the truth.
The answer Kaze was looking for wasn't so straightforward. Since their first kiss? Since Lancelot pulled her from the river? Since the first flutter she'd felt in her body when he was around?
“Since before we arrived at the forest.” Her fingertips ghosted over velvety fabric.
“That long?” Kaze gawked.
Ari nodded, turning towards the bed. She sat, tucking one leg up beneath her, not fully able to meet Kaze’s eyes. She wasn’t prepared to be judged for who she loved today— and Kaze was no stranger to making her talk.
Her friend strolled her way across the room, the weight of her examining gaze prickling awareness on Ari’s skin. “I knew that there was something more to your friendship.”
Fiddling with the laces of her boot on the bed, Ari pushed a tired smile, her chin tucking down toward her chest. It seems that even Kaze had not been fooled by their facades.
#weeping monk#the weeping monk#daniel sharman#the weeping monk fanfic#the weeping monk fanfiction#weeping monk x oc#cursed#cursed netflix#cursed fanfic#the weeping monk x oc#weeping monk fanfic#weeping monk fanfiction#fantasy#romantasy#magic#powers
10 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
shinythings-paperrings
heyy :)
hvarfheim
✶ follow me at @tockoid ✶
healthmatters520
無標題
underwaterstrawberries
🍓Strawberry🍓
oldperv4teens-28april
Untitled