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Limiting the choice to the shows and movies I have seen/know of. I'm not asking who the first actor you have seem playing Arthur was, rather the one you instinctively think about when someone mentions him or the one closest to your heart.
#Clive Owen#King Arthur 2004#Bradley James#BBC Merlin#Iain De Caestecker#The Winter King#Jamie Campbell Bower#Starz Camelot#Nigel Terry#Excalibur 1981#Edward Atterton#The Mists of Avalon#Charlie Hunnam#King Arthur: Legend of the Sword#Sean Connery#First Knight#Alexandre Astier#Kaamelott#Devon Terrell#Netflix Cursed#King Arthur#Bellona's stuff
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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 4

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.
Chapter Title:Â A Shared Secret.
Notes: Re-reading these first chapters makes me realize how deep this story truly grew.
Warnings:Â Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.
Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!
Word count of this fic:Â +250K
Chapter:Â Â 4/47
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You had wiped the blood from your nose with your sleeve, the dull pain remained. You sat motionless on the wagon, wrists bound together, mind withdrawn inside itself and blocking out all else. There was not a person around who cared about what happened to you and now even Cassian considered you fully expendable. They brought you to their camp and the whole journey you could see Father Carden ride beside the Monk, they were conversing with each other. How could he have kept his Fey nature a secret for so long, or did they perhaps know? The sun had gone down by the time the wagon came to a halt at the camp, the Monk dismounted his horse and came to the wagon. He had beckoned for you to climb off, you had failed to notice it. One of the paladins had wanted to grab your arm, the unexpected action caused you to flinch.
âNo.â The Monk told the paladin.
The paladin got off of the wagon and out of the Monkâs cross hair. The Monk beckoned for you again, this time you saw it and got down from the wagon. The one thing distracting you from the tormenting emptiness that was suffocating your mind was the fact that the Monk wasnât dragging you along like Cassian had done. He did have a firm hold on your arm, but he wasnât trying to intentionally bruise your skin. He brought you to Father Carden.
The priest spoke to him first, âShe will reside in your tent. No one else can learn of what she is. No one. Do what I have asked of you, my son.â
âYes, Father.â The Monk obeyed the order and led you away from the priest. He ordered two paladins to follow and made them wait outside his tent when he walked inside with you.
âYou are to stay here,â he said, whilst tying another rope to the one around your wrists. Then he led you to one of the two poles in the midst of the tent and forced you to sit down against it. âYour fate is yet to be decided by Father. For now, do as you are told and you will not be harmed. Ignore my warning and suffer the consequences. Understood?â
You werenât paying much attention, even looking off to the side as you nodded. He knelt down next to you, and it took you a while before you realized he was waiting for you to look at him. Your blank expression never changed as you faced him.
Eyes that were elsewhere. A look he had seen in those who had abandoned all hope.
The Monk looked down at his hands and laid out the terms, âYou are not to wear clothes of the Church. Not these and not until you would earn them. You will be given others, and when I return I will ask you questions you need to answer. Think wisely.â
No response came from you. Everything felt so far away past the thick mist that had taken over your thoughts. He sensed that you were in no state to reply, he stood up and left the tent. You faintly heard him command the paladins to guard the tent while he was gone for a moment. It did not take long for him to return, in his hands he carried what looked like clothing, he put it down next to you. You slowly blinked, your mind started to return to the present.
âWhat is your name?â he asked his first question.
You told him without protest, âY/n.â
The Monk folded his hands together behind his back. âYou knew what I was, you could have told others. Have you?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
You didnât bother to lie, there was no point to it anymore. âYou would have killed me if I did tell someone.â
He was quiet for a moment, then said, âTell me about Cassian.â
âHeâs my brother.â
âHalf-brother, yes?â
âYes.â You nodded. âHe is the son of my father and his first wife. My father married my mother after Cassianâs mother died. Mine died very shortly after she gave birth to me.â
The Monk was clearly trying to piece the puzzle that was you together. âYour half-brother is Manblood.â
You leaned your head back against the pole. âYes. It was my mother who was Fey. Our father is Manblood.â
âAre there others like you still alive?â he asked.
You frowned a little. âI donât know. You are the only one that I have met.â
The Monk stopped his questions and a heavy silence fell between you.
You broke it, âWhatâs going to happen to me?â
He was bluntly honest about it. âFather will need to know that you were worth letting the sellsword escape for.â
âIâm not.â It just fell out of your mouth.
He looked at you for the longest time, as if he were trying to see if it was a jest.
It was not.
âYou are born of a Fey mother.â he said. âAre there any uncommon abilities you possess?â
âI try to ignore the Feyblood in me.â you told him. âYou must know what that is like.â
Maybe he could relate to that, because he sure was not walking around announcing it to everyone either.
His tone grew cold right away. âI am not your people.â
It was said so condescendingly⌠your own voice did not change from the neutral tone it currently had. âNo. Youâre the monster keeping their children awake at night.â
The Monk directed his eyes away from you. He turned away without granting you one more look and left the tent.
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An hour must have passed before he returned to the tent. The air grew uncomfortable right away. Neither of you said a word to each other. The Monk took of the belts that held his weapons and placed them against the cot in the far corner of the tent. His eyes fell on the clothes that still laid untouched next to you, he must have forgotten all about them after storming out earlier.
The Monk sighed at the unavoidable obstacle. âI will remove your ropes just long enough for you to change your clothing. Do not try to attack me or escape, I will not be forgiving.â
Your thoughts cleared a little bit more. Did he expect you to change while he was in the tent with you?!? He came closer and started to loosen the ropes, when that was done he pulled you up to your feet and gestured to the clothes on the ground.
âNo.â you breathed out.
There was a brief moment of irritation to be spotted in his eyes, until he appeared to understand what had caused the protest. He turned around, facing away. âFather ordered for those clothes to be taken away from you. Change out of them.â
Was it your imagination or did he sound uncomfortable? When he kept his attention away, you surrendered to the request. First you inspected the new clothes. It was a simple dress, nothing special. You kept looking at the Monk as you changed into the clothes, he never turned to look. The ring still hanged on a cord around your neck, you doubted it could buy your freedom here, so you hid it under the dress.
âWhy am I to stay in your tent?â You rolled the sleeves down neatly.
âFather has told the paladins that you are Sky Folk.â Slowly he turned, eyes rising from the ground. âBut you are a risk. If anyone else sees your markings-â
You blurted out your conclusion, interrupting him, âThey would know that you are Fey tooâŚâ
That was why Father Carden only trusted the Monk to be in your presence, if the paladins saw your markings and how they resembled the MonkâsâŚ
He stepped closer, not afraid to stand only one step away. âNo one can know.â
âThe paladins donât know?â You frowned.
âThey do not.â His eyes fell lower. âWhat do you have around your neck?â
By reflex you looked down, then realized he must have noticed the cord peeking out from under the dress. You reluctantly pulled it out from under it to show him. He recognized it instantly.
âNo weapons?â he asked, probably realizing that you were never even inspected for them.
You shook your head. âNo.â
Either he would search you for them, or trust your word. He was determining whether or not you were telling the truth, then he gave a nod.
The Monk began to circle you. âDo you have children?â
âNone.â You wondered why he had so many questions.
âA spouse?â
âNo.â
âOther family?â
âOnly my father and Cassian.â
âDo you believe in the faith of the Fey, or the Church?â
âNeither. I think.â
His questions were sometimes tricky, you feared what a wrong answer could result into.
He took hold of your arm and brought you back to the pole, making you sit against it to tie you to it again. âIf you must relieve yourself, warn me or my Brothers and you will be given the chance for it.â
That sure was embarrassing, but you doubted he hadnât encountered worse. At least you wouldnât have to ruin your clothes if your bladder ran full, but you doubted that would happen soon, you hadnât drank a drop in almost a day. He had already walked towards the cot when you spoke up.
âCould I have some water?â It wasnât like you to ask for a favor, but the dry throat was bothersome.
He looked at you, giving a shallow nod. He was at your side with a flask of water not much later, at least he was helping you drink because you would have died from thirst due to being bound to a pole.
âThank you.â you said.
His brow quirked up somewhat, he stayed next to you for a moment, knelt down in silence. You could tell that he was thinking of saying something.
He finally did. âAs you see, I am not held a prisoner here. This could be your future as well.â The comfort he tried to give was unexpected. âGrant us your cooperation and I shall make certain you will be treated well here.â
Why did it sound like an alluring offer? You looked away, feeling the guilt start to gnaw at your being deep down for wanting to belong somewhere.
âThink of it tonight.â The Monk must have seen the conflict in you.
You kept your eyes away from his, he stood up and walked to the cot.
He took his cloak off to sleep. âYou were fortunate to not be influenced by the Fey. Your soul is at a crossroad and you have yet to decide what path you take.â
When he took off his surcoat, you shut your eyes.
 âTomorrow we shall see if there is a place for you here.â
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It was hard to fall asleep in such a strange place, and it was uncomfortable to do so while bound. Still, at dawn you woke up at the sound of the Monk picking up his weapons and putting the belts on again.
âWe are heading into the forest today.â he said upon seeing you awake.
âWhy?â You feared the answer.
He cloaked the reason in mystery. âI will tell you when we are there.â
The Monk freed you from the pole but kept your wrists bound in the rope, he used the excess of it to keep you near and within his sight. Together you walked out of the tent and he grabbed some things to eat from a table in the midst of the camp. Some bread, an apple⌠Once you were out of the camp he handed you the bread to eat. He just kept walking, never saying where you were going whilst entering the forest. You chewed the bread and your stomach was grateful for it. It took nearly an hour before he came to a halt. The bread was long since eaten.
âThere are Fey in these woods. My brothers have captured two.â he said. âFind them.â
Your brows drew together. âWhat?â
The Monk turned to you. âProve your usefulness to the mission and earn your place among us.â
âYou want me to search this whole forest for them?â you asked incredulous.
He gave a suggestion, âLet your Fey heritage aid you in this task.â
How could that be helpful? âWhat do you mean?â
The Monk spoke with caution, âCan you not smell them?â
âWhat?â You stared at him. âAm I supposed to find them by their scent?â
He looked like it was exactly what he had anticipated. âYes.â
This was ridiculous, you didnât understand why he would think you had such an ability. âI canât smell them. All I smell is leaves and grass!â
âYou canât?â He looked at you curiously.
âNo.â you told him. âAnd even if I could, why would I lead you to them?â
Then he gave the motivation that was necessary, âBecause I will free them from their bounds if you do.â
You werenât keen on believing it. âWhy would I trust your word on that?â
He fired back, âWould you prefer them to be cleansed?â
That sure made you hold your tongue.
âFind them.â he said again after a moment.
The chances of finding two Fey in these woods were slim, but if he insisted on wasting his own time on this as well⌠Fine.
You began to walk again, he held the other end of the rope firm in his hands. By using what little tracking skill you had picked up during your life, you still struggled severely to find any trace. Time was passing quickly and you were growing discouraged. If you didnât find those FeyâŚ
âI can smell them from here.â he suddenly said as he saw you struggle.
You had been kneeling on the ground to find tracks, your attention snapped to him. âWhat?â
âThe scent of Fey kind. Have you never noticed it yourself?â He was still looking at you with curiosity.
âNo. Can you really smell them?â You frowned and stood up from the ground.
He gave a nod. âYour Fey scent is so faint I did not know at first that it was there, not until I noticed it at the abbey.â
It must be because you were only a half-blooded Fey, or because you had grown weaker lately. Maybe the day spend at the abbey with a proper meal had made your scent stronger again. Still, it was a surprise that the Monk possessed this ability, was it the Ash Folk-blood in him?
âYou thought I could smell it too?â you realized.
Another nod.
âI canât!â It felt so terribly unfair that you were expected to find the Fey without the advantage he thought you had.
âStop.â He had taken hold of your arm. âConcentrate on your senses.â
Guilt over being unable to save the Fey was taking over. âI canât do this! Iâm not like you.â
He turned you around, back facing him, his hands on your upper arms. âYou cannot know this until you try.â
Those haunting whispers sounded almost delighted in your ears, it greatly confused you as to why that was.
The Monk held on to your arms and used a gentler tone. âConcentrate.â
You closed your eyes and tried, it wasnât simple to ignore his presence to focus on the scents around you. It took a while, and then it happened. A vague strange scent that prickled deep inside your nose, your head turned in itâs direction by instinct. Your eyes opened and you could see in those of the Monk that he knew you had noticed the scent. You began to walk again, letting your nose lead you to the origin of it. Suddenly the scent was harder to detect.
âThe wind has changed itâs course.â The Monk said when he saw you struggle.
Left without the scent to follow, you searched the ground for tracks again and this time found a bunch of them. You followed the tracks and hoped they would lead you to the Fey. And then you saw them, gagged and bound, their eyes were covered by a blindfold. You wanted to hurry over to them but the rope between you and the Monk tightened as he did not budge.
âYou promised you were going to let them free!â You pulled at the rope.
He reeled you in with the rope, drawing you closer until he could grab your bound wrists. âOn one more condition.â
You glared at him for adding another requirement, snapping at him, âWhat?â
He made certain that the terms were clear. âI will let them live, now and every time I encounter them, in exchange for your loyalty to the mission.â
You were stunned by it, and worried.
âThey can live their life and you will be given another one. A fair trade.â he reasoned.
âI donât want to kill FeyâŚâ you uttered.
The Monk pondered on it for a blink. âI am certain that Father will see your value as a tracker alone. The paladins will handle the rest.â
You were quiet for quite some time.
He was persuasive. âA meal every day, a place to sleep, the help of others. All these things will be yours. You will not be expected to fulfill a task right away, there are still matters that need to be taught to you.â
âNoâŚâ you barely dared to say it.
The Monk was disappointed, tone turning cold, âSome more time to think will aid you in this decision.â
Suddenly he began to walk and pulled you along, he stopped next to the bound Feys and drew his sword.
You panicked. âNo! Please donât hurt them!â
He ignored you and cut loose their ropes, they moved the blindfolds down from their eyes so they could see.
âRun.â he told them.
They scrambled to their feet and bolted away from the threat. You stared at the Monk.
âThey will be fortunate if I do not cross paths with them in the future.â he said coolly, then pulled at the rope to make you follow as he walked away.
Minutes of silence passed. It felt highly uncomfortable and you didnât know what your future held now that you had refused to aid the mission.
You tried to distract yourself from worrying by asking him a question, âHow did you end up with the paladins?â
He answered without stopping. âIâve been with them all my life.â
That was odd. âWere your parents of the Church then?â
âNo.â Was the short answer he gave.
It had gotten you curious. âThen how can you have been with them all your life?â
He reeled the rope in a little more, making you walk closer to him. âFather chose me when I was just a boy, not yet six years of age.â
The priest had chosen a young child years ago, to turn the boy into a weapon against his own kind? It was shocking. âHe chose you? What happened to your family?â
âGone.â he said.
âGone where- âŚoh.â You wished you could take it back. There had been a hope in you to learn that more of the Ash Folk were still alive, but if the priest did not even spare the parents of the child he took from themâŚ
âIâm sorry, I -â
He ignored the apology. âYou are the first Ash Folk I have seen since that day. As far as I know, there are no others left.â
âAnd that is why Father Carden has shown an interest in me?â you asked.
âYes.â
Now that he was willing to answer questions, you fired them off one after the other. âBecause he saw how good your work is, and hopes that another of the Ash Folk will be just as efficient?â
There was a short pause before he answered with a nod. Then he asked a question of his own, âHow come your brother did not know of your Feyblood? Or was that another lie?â
You shrugged your shoulders. âYou saw what happened once he knew.â
The Monk had reeled the rope in so much that you had to walk next to him. âYour nose was bleeding when he brought you to us.â
Your voice quietened, âHe hit me when I tried to pull free from him.â
âHe is quite a coward, for a sellsword.â it slipped from his thoughts.
You went silent for a bit, the betrayal was still so raw. The paladin camp came into sight again. âI wonder if my father knows where I am now.â
The Monk actually scoffed, then looked at you incredulous, âAre you saying the sellsword would lie to his father about what he has done?â
Your shoulder shrugged again.
âDo not concern yourself over him anymore. You are under my charge as long as Father commands it.â he told.
âLike property.â It came out coolly.
He saw it differently. âAs one valuable enough not to harm.â
You didnât believe that, not one bit, not when the world had taught you otherwise. âI am only valuable if I serve the Church, if I serve you. Donât tell me itâs not true, I know it is. If I had not been of the Ash Folk you would have killed me just like you killed Bertram and Ava.â
He heard that hidden anger present in you and stopped before heâd get too close to the camp. âWho?â
âHow many have you killed whoâs name you donât even know?â You frowned heavily.
The Monk tried to speak, but was interrupted by you.
Your voice lifted, âThe Fey who were with me and Cassian that night. You murdered them!â
âThey were thieves.â he sounded not even a little remorseful.
âSo was I!â you snapped. âBut you kept me alive because I happened to smell like Manblood! And they didnât deserve to die just because they stole something! You and your paladins lay waste to whole Fey villages and then ransack whatâs left of it! Youâre worse than any thief Iâve ever met!â
Your fury turned to fear instantly when he grabbed you by the throat. His hold was firm but not painful, you still feared to move.
His voice got lower. âThey were Fey. They needed to be cleansed for their souls to be allowed to enter Godâs garden.â
âWho says they even wanted to enter it at all?â you asked viciously. âDoes telling yourself these lies help you sleep at night?â
Was he truly so blind to the wrongs he and the Church were committing all across the lands? Something flashed through his eyes, until they spotted the two paladins approaching him.
âSir?â one of them called out.
The Monk grabbed you by the arm and pulled you along, he practically shoved you into their hands. âBring her to my tent!â
âYes⌠s-s- Sir.â The other stammered in visible fear.
The Monk stormed off, leaving you in the hands of his Brothers.
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Ideal Arthur cast based on my favorite live action versions of each character:

Clive Owen as Arthur (King Arthur, 2004)

Angel Coulby as Guinevere (Merlin, 2008)

Eva Green as Morgan (Camelot, 2011)

Franco Nero as Lancelot (Camelot, 1967)

Peter Mooney as Kay (Camelot, 2011)

Eoin Macken as Gwaine (Merlin, 2008)

Joseph Fiennes as Merlin (Camelot, 2011)

Anthony Stewart Head as Uther Pendragon (Merlin, 2008)

Claire Forlani as Igraine (Camelot, 2011)

Katherine Langford as Nimue (Cursed, 2020)
#arthuriana#guinevere#lancelot#merlin#morgan le fay#nimue#clive owen#angel coulby#eva green#franco nero#eoin macken#joseph fiennes#anthony stewart head#claire forlani#katherine langford#james purefoy#bbc merlin#starz camelot#cursed#netflix cursed#camelot musical
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75/100Â random arthurian screencaps Morgana (Cursed)
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Hello! I am intrigued by your "Entwined by Fire and Earth" on your tag game, please tell me more I love those two so muchhhhh
Hiya :)
I wondered if you'd seen that haha đ Entwined by Fire and Earth is something I started a few weeks ago, and it's about Gawain and Lancelot knowing each other as kids. I wrote it so that we got to see a little bit of Lancelot before Father Carden got involved, and how Gawain always loved the Ash Folk đ â¤ď¸
ITS FLUFFY AS HECK haha
The Earth represents Gawain and Lancelot is the Fire (not very creative on my part lmao)
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The Monkâs Wife - Chapter 7: An Amused Queen

Characters: Lancelot Du Lac, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Squirrel
Summary: Tarja takes a day off to spoil her husband but Squirrel doesn't really allow them any peace, especially after he notices the bruises on Lancelot.
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: implied abuse
A/N: This fanfic has been becoming more of a night-time imagination than a well constructed work that makes sense, it will only get weirder from here so enjoy!
Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart
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The next morning Tarja woke up with a headache, she looked around at the state of the house, it was a mess, broken furniture everywhere, a few drops of blood, she recalls nothing âLancelotâ she called, but he did not answer, her heart raced, someone broke in and hurt him! Who would dare! She rushed to search for him, he wasnât in the kitchen preparing a meal, nor in the bedroom, at last, she decided to search for him in the second room and thatâs when she saw him, sitting in a corner, hugging himself, he was barely visible âLancelot?â she asked worried.
He lifted his head up and looked at her, she rushed to him and knelt next to him âLancelot, are you alright? Who did this?â She asked once she noticed the dried blood on his face, he flenched as she reached out to examin it âIâm sorry, alright? I wish if I had the courage and the understanding to end my life, I sadly didnât and I couldnât! I will leave just like you requestedâ he wept, the woman looked confused âI donât understand, why would you want to leave?â She frowned.
The weeping one looked at her confused for a moment âbecause you donât want me hereâ he replied, she looked even more puzzled âwhat makes you say that? I just pardoned you, I want you here, of course i do! You are my husband!â The man opened his mouth to speak but he was uncertain of what to say, this was beyond odd âdo you not recall yesterday?â She shrugged âI got drunk and I assume fell on the ground asleepâ She truly remembers nothing, none of the hatred nor the beating âwhat happened to you? Did someone hurt you? Who did it?â She asked ây-youâ She blinked a few times, she recalls nothing of last night.
Thatâs when it hit her, Tate, he intoxicated her, she groaned âIâm sorry about whatever happened yesterday but it wasnât me, I swear itâ she assured him, he looked confused âmy people⌠we manipulate fire and intoxicate thoughts, if the brain loses control which I assume happened by the hands of ale! I apologize, I never meant to hurt youâ She said softly âthis makes no senseâ She nodded âI know but my brother⌠Tate, I suppose he used his powers on me yesterday and made this happen, it is a rare gift that he alone holdsâ she huffed.
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hey there, long time no see! im a firebird old enthusiast. how are u doing? i was one of the first readers when you first started writing it back in 2020! I was thinking about it a few days ago, obviously i had to re-read the whole thing and i remembered how much i loved the story in the first place and now I'd love to keep on reading more but i realised that it's not finished yet :( i was wondering if you have any plans on continuing the story?
Hi!
Yes I absolutely am continuing, I'm actually working on the next chapter now. The past 2 years have been absolutely off the rails in a professional sense but I actually just put my notice in at that job to change careers. And while that will also be insane, it will not be "work 3 jobs for 1 salary" insane. So i hope to get back to a regular posting schedule soon.
It's funny I thought the next chapter was fighting me because of a plot hole or something but, uh, turns out it was a toxic work environment. I gave my notice a few days ago and I'm 300+ words in!
But I apologize for the wait and I'm excited to get back to posting in a more timely fashion.
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god cursed me into seeing this image so im making it everyone elses problem
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Reminder that Hex quite literally means a spell/curse.
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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 24
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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed youâd never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?
Chapter Title:Â Warm As Fire
Notes:Â I'm so glad people like this story so far. I always post every chapter with a small fragile heart, ngl.
Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.
Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burnâŚ
Word count of this fic:Â +190K
Chapter:Â Â 24/ Itâs a secret.
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The Ash Man had been quite determined to get away from the fort of the Brotherhood as fast as possible. Even if the wagon swayed from left to right a bit in the beginning, the horse seemed to show mercy to the inexperienced wagon rider.
But you had seen the nervous grimace on Lancelotâs face when he was trying to keep the wagon under control and found it quite amusing. The difference between the confident Weeping Monk in battle, and the fumbling Ash Man trying his best, was nice to see.
The rain had stopped an hour ago, thankfully so, it made it easier to see the roads in the night.
There was a bag of items and a chest present on the wagon, and your curiosity led you to search through it.
âDo you know where we are?â You asked while doing so.
âNear the sea.â He decided to jest.
You rolled your eyes and turned to look at him over your shoulder. âPlease, tell me we arenât lost in these woods.â
He looked back at you with a slight smile. âWe are not. These are the roads I was hoping to avoid when we traveled to your home. Consider ourselves fortunate that we do not have to pass Utherâs castle anymore to reach your family. We are about a day away.â
âThey must think I have left them without saying a word againâŚâ You felt awful and sighed. âAnd Squirrel⌠gods.â
Lancelot gave some words of comfort, âYou will be able to tell them what happened soon. I am certain they will be glad to have their daughter with them again.â
You picked up on the way he spoke of your parents. âYou sound like you appreciate my parents.â
He admitted to it, âThey seem like good people.â
You continued to snoop through the bag. âThey are. I was glad to see that my cousin was doing so well with them, and he was impressed with our young Fey knight.â
âOur?â⌠interesting choice of words.
In the bag were two ropes and some dirty linen, you had went through the whole bag of it in the hope of finding something more useful.
You wiped your hands on your trousers and went over to open the chest.
It was lockedâŚ
âWhat do you think is in here?â You asked and knocked on the chest.
He stopped the wagon and climbed into the back where you were.
It wasnât what you had expected him to do, âLetting the horse rest?â
He gave a nod and knelt beside you in front of the chest. âI believe it has been pulling this wagon for a few hours before we took it, it is best we grant the horse rest.â
There was an attempt to break the lock with his sword, it did not budge.
It had almost slipped your mind. âOh! Do you still have the hairpin?â
Lancelot had forgotten about it too it seemed, he searched his pockets. âI do.â
The ring was still in his pocket as well, he would avoid showing it to you. Any reminder of that monster was one too many.
He held up the hairpin for you to take, and you did.
The small rusted lock of the chest was a pain to pick at and some quiet curses flew out of your mouth.
It was unexpected to see him try not to chuckle at hearing them.
His eyes were fixed on your hands and how they worked the stubborn lock. The attention on you did not waver, it only shifted from one thing to another.
A concentrated frown creased your forehead⌠The way your lips pressed together as you tried not to let another curse get passed them⌠The scent of the sea mixed with the scent of youâŚ
The lock clicked open and you let out a relieved little laugh. âGot âem!â
You handed him back the hairpin to hold.
Lancelot seemed to snap out of some deep thoughts before he helped lift the lid of the chest.
âThatâs not food.â You sounded disappointed at the sight of the weapons in the chest.
He reached into the chest and plucked his swords and daggers from it, they had not been on their way to the Abbot yet after all. âI am sorry you are disappointed.â
You had heard that cheeky tone. âWell, you arenât.â
He shook his head and immediately switched the sword he had been using for his own again. âThere are some good swords in here.â
Lancelot searched through them, inspecting a few, and then he found one that was apparently better than the one at your side now.
You took it from his hands at his insistence, and proceed to inspect it for a moment as well. âI guess it does seem like a better sword.â
He had expected to hear it and a grin formed on his face. âIt must be difficult to admit I am right about some matters.â
You scoffed at the obvious jest and played along. âOh, please. Youâre making it sound like I am the boastful one.â
The retort came fast. âI am not boastful.â
Your brow arched comically. âGods, every time you get into a battle, you might as well say âlook at meâ out loud because I know youâre always thinking it.â
Almost did he roll his eyes, they slid to the side instead.
Still, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. âYou read minds?â
You closed the chest again, âWould that frighten you? What little secrets are locked up in yours?â
Even in the darkness of the covered wagon, by the grace of the moon, you could see the spark in his eyes.
There was a change in his voice, a warm timbre took over, âMy secrets are mine to keep.â
While you grew curious, he moved further away to the end at the back of the wagon.
âYou should get some rest. I will remain awake.â He said.
You werenât sure about that idea. âDoesnât sound fair that I get to sleep while you have to stay awake.â
He turned to face you. âYou have brought me back from the dead and healed me. I have enough energy in me and it is there because you gave me yours. Sleep.â
âIn soaked clothesâŚâ You pouted at the thought.
âTry.â He insisted.
You knew it was out of concern that he wanted you to rest, rightfully so, the only thing that had kept you going was the adrenaline running through your veins.
You took off your vest and began to undo your bodice, seeing the way the former Monk was quick to fix his eyes on the trees you stifled a giggle. âIâll sleep in my shirt and trousers, and hope the rest dries. Fear not, Ash Man, your eyes are safe from sin.â
This time he did roll his eyes and looked up for a moment.
He wished he could be of help, âWe can make a fire tomorrow. If I do so now, it could draw the attention of others.â
It was true. âIâll use this bag as a pillow. Thereâs linen in there but believe me, youâll prefer the soaked clothes over them.â
He agreed on that. âI can smell the dirt on them from here.â
And you were going to use it as a pillowâŚ
âGreat.â You mumbled and laid down to sleep. âGuess Iâll wake up reeking of it too.â
His quiet chuckling was the last thing you registered, the lack of energy and cost of your magic caught up with you only a few seconds after you had laid down.
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The nightmare you were trapped in was build from memories that were created in that hellish fort.
The darkness of the dungeons, the murder of Lancelot and then the Reaper putting his hands on you.
The nightmare had enough oil to burn for a while. It felt so real. You were trying to defend yourself against the Brothers. Lashing out at them, hitting and kicking them. Growing more frantic the longer the nightmare lasted.
If only you had been awake to know that the Ash Man was trying to gently wake youâŚ
The nightmare would not have ended with hitting his nose and believing it was a Brother you had struck.
That believe ended when the hold of sleep stopped and you saw Lancelot hold his nose and wincing in pain as he knelt beside you.
You blinked the sleep from your eyes and realized who you had hit upon jolting awake.
A shocked gasp fell from out of your mouth and you reached for him. âDid I⌠gods⌠Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to-â
He put a hand on your shoulder, while still holding his nose with the other.
You waited for him say something, sensing that he needed a moment to let that surge of pain pass.
But he did not have to be in pain, not with your ability.
You reached for his arm and he grasped your hand immediately.
He had guessed the intent. âDo not use your magic. I am alright.â
Blood had run from his nose, that didnât look alright to you.
âBut-â You began to protest.
âNo.â He spoke sternly. âI know the price it costs you. Do not pay it for me.â
You tried to pull your hand free. âIâm the one who caused your nose to bleed! Itâs only fair that I solve the problem I have created.â
Lancelot simply refused to let you help him.
He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve. âI have encountered worse. Your hit was not strong enough to cause real injuries.â
Your feeling of guilt faded. âAre you seriously going to jest about it already?! Youâre unbelievable.â
He grinned, until he felt it increase the soreness in his nose. âI am merely trying to make you remember that I was raised for battle. A punch to the nose will not kill me. Not even if it is given by a feisty Fey girl.â
Your eyes squinted at him. âDonât make it so tempting to proof you wrong.â
A chuckle fell from him and he moved to climb out of the wagon.
You called out after him, âYou could tell I was having a nightmare, huh?â
He waited for you outside the wagon, beckoning you over.
You were tossing and turning whilst asleep. It were the quiet whimpers that had convinced him to wake you.
Because he could not stand to hear you suffer, even if it was in a dream.
He would not embarrass you by telling you how he could tell. âI could.â
You collected your bodice and vest, then climbed out of the wagon as well and noticed he almost subconsciously folded his hands behind his back, like he wished to avoid the accident of last night happening again.
A small bonfire was burning not far from the wagon.
You realized he had stopped next to a river, a wise choice, because one look at his clothing was enough of a reason to understand why.
The sight of all the blood, his blood, covering him brought back the awful memory of seeing him lifeless.
That plunge in the sea had washed some of it out, stillâŚ
He noticed the sudden change in you when looking at the state of his clothing. âI have made a fire to dry our clothes, together with this morning sun it shouldnât take long.â
The sun was warm indeed, as if it wanted to apologize for the nightâs previous weather.
You draped your bodice and vest on the grass near the fire. Some blood was still staining your trousers from having knelt in it, it would have to wait until you were home again, you couldnât wait to put on some fresh clothes.
Your eyes fell on the amount of blood on Lancelot again, they snapped to the grass when he caught you looking.
This time he commented on it while taking off his cloak, âCan you not stand the sight of blood?â
You kept your eyes away and answered that teasing tone with your own. âAsked the person who made me heal dozens of bloodied paladins.â
He had hanged his cloak on a branch to dry in the sun and took of his aketon next. âNone off them bled this much.â
Well, that was true. The amount of blood in his clothes was there because he had bled out, you couldnât really compare it to the injuries the paladins had.
âNor were they dead. And I can stand the sight of blood-â You turned and saw him pull his shirt off over his head. âThereâs justâŚâ
Your thoughts took another route so fast that you snapped your eyes away from him again.
The sudden silence made him look over at you, âJust âwhatâ?â
A mouse must have been louder than you were. âThere is just a little much of it on your clothes.â
Lancelot walked the small distance to the river bank. âI am going to try and wash some of it out.â
You were nodding a bit too long and just decided to go and sit by the fire until he was done.
That was the plan at least, but what he said next pulled your thoughts right back to him.
âDying felt like suffocating at first.â He said, seeing the water of the river color red with his blood. âI never felt so cold in my life as I did then.â
It was difficult to hear how he had experienced it.
âHow were you so calm?â You quietly asked.
He tried to get a stain out of his shirt by rubbing a small rock against it, it took him a moment before he answered. âI did not want your last memory of me to be one of fear.â
The last thing on his mind while dying had been what memories you would have of him?
You approached him and stopped a few steps away. âEveryone is afraid sometimes, and you were dying.â
Another silence passed before he spoke again. âI remember the darkness I was in until your magic pulled me out. Godâs gardenâŚâ He scoffed.
The struggle with the religion he had served was visible, you worried for him, âAre you disappointed?â
He rinsed the shirt in the water, sounding firm. âNo. It has made me understand that I do not want to live my life hoping for a better one after death. When I woke, I was grateful to be given another chance on life, because I realized something.â
You waited for him to continue speaking and watched him squeeze the water out of the shirt.
He stood up and walked past you to hang the shirt on a branch, next to the one that held his cloak. âI cannot run from what I was and I do not want to run from what I am, not anymore. If I do so, I would be doing the Fey a disservice. The Green Knight was right, our people need people who can fight and I cannot fight for the Fey if I hide from them.â
Lancelot came over to you and stopped only a step away. âI will give your parents the ring of the Reaper, and if your father still wishes to see me rot in a dungeon, so be it.â
The last encounter between them was still fresh in your memories. âLancelot-â
He wouldnât let you talk the plan out of his head, his mind was set. âI will fight for the Fey, but I will fight for you and the boy first. Always.â
The Ash Man took his aketon to the river next, leaving you stand alone speechless.
Minutes passed and he scrubbed the blood out of his aketon as much as possible, not a word was shared between you.
It worried you that he was so determined of his plan, but so was your father and that was were things would go wrong.
You knew what it was like to be trapped in a dungeon, never truly knowing if you would see freedom again or die in darkness, forgotten.
You stomped over to him as he knelt by the river, then snatched the aketon from his hands. âYou will spend the rest of your days in a dungeon if you do not succeed in convincing my father, is that what you want?! I promised you I would meet you with Squirrel in the forest on the second day of winter. There is no reason for you to risk imprisonment!â
He rose, visibly disagreeing, âNo reason?â His jaw was tense as he looked at the riverâs stream. âYou will go home, to your family, to Percival. And IâŚâ
You gripped the aketon in your hand firmer, waiting to hear what he had to say.
His eyes locked on your face, hoping you would understand, ââŚI leave behind all I have.â
You had thought he would say something accusing, instead what he said caused a lump in your throat.
He would be aloneâŚ
When he had made it seem that he was alright with that fact, he had been hiding the truth. It was hurting him in the worst way. Dragging the truth out of the Ash Man was not simple, he always buried the pain.
You knelt down next to the water, the saltwater of the sea had been helpful on getting the worst stains on the aketon to lessen, you put it in the water to let it soak a little.
He stood motionless, watching it happen.
It was to distract yourself before your voice would betray the way his words had affected you.
Your eyes did not leave the river. âI will try to speak to my father. I cannot promise anything but I will fight for you.â
The Ash Man took an audible breath behind you, the rustling of the grass warned of his movement.
He knelt down beside you, letting the silence say what he couldnât put in words.
There was only one man your father truly hated and that man had met his end at the hands of the Ash Man, that had to count for something.
It was not easy to try and make the world around you see the good in the man beside you, and it had to be even harder for Lancelot himself to deal with that fact.
You saw some of the dried blood lift from the aketon and pushed it down into the shallow river water more. âI hope Squirrel does not think we just left him.â
He knew the boy was certainly upset about the two of you vanishing from his life without a word of warning, âWe should be wary, the knife you gave him was very sharp.â
You reminded him who was responsible for that, âYouâre the one who sharpened it.â
It seemed like it had broken the tense air that had hanged between you, and he gave a guilty smile.
Lancelot reached into the water and plucked the aketon out of it.
âThereâs still blood on there.â You stated.
He stood up and walked away with it. âIâm hanging it up to dry before the sun hides itself again.â
You took a moment by the river to wash your face, cleaning the dried blood of your nose, it had stopped bleeding.
The faint voices of the Hidden danced around your ears.
âCan you hear them now?â You called out to Lancelot while using your sleeves to dry your face.
He had returned with his cloak and let it soak in the water like you had done with the aketon, âWhat do you think they want?â
You shrugged your shoulders. âI donât know. I guess they are just glad we get along, we are their summoners after all.â
âLet us keep the gods pleased then.â He picked up a fallen branch and began to sort of stir his cloak in the river.
You barely held a laugh. âWhat on earth are you doing? Youâre not stirring a soup.â
He moved the branch out of the water and poked your arm with it. âLet me wash my cloak in peace.â
You swatted it away and got up from the ground. âFine. Have fun stirring your blood soup.â
The look of mischief in his eyes made you wonder if he was thinking about tossing you into the river too, you did not wait to find out and walked back to the bonfire where your clothes were almost dry.
You took off your boots to let them dry and air in the sun as well, then laid down in the grass to allow yourself some sunlight too.
The cheerful song of birds sounded through the trees and your heart felt peaceful.
The grass between your fingers smelled fresh from the midnight rain.
A few minutes passed where you just laid there with your eyes closed and listening to the birds.
You heard the sound of water splattering and knew he had gotten his cloak out from the river.
His footsteps moved around the area for a moment, then towards you.
The heat of the sunlight vanished from your skin when the Ash Manâs shadow took itâs place.
âYouâre in my light.â You grumbled.
He had done it on purpose. âWe can enjoy the sun while searching for something to eat as well.â
You opened your eyes and saw he had put the shirt on again, âDo you use your heightened sense of smell to find things to eat?â
The genuine curiosity in the question was a little unexpected to him.
Father had once asked many similar questions but it had only been to find out what would serve the Church best.
He sounded a bit shy about it. âSometimes. Uhm⌠with ripe fruit for example. I can smell apples nearby.â
It was quite interesting to learn details about his ability.
You got up from the grass, teasing him with it a little, âDid the smell of them waken your appetite?â
That was a correct assumption.
He said it so matter-of-factually, âI was dead not long ago, I want to remind my stomach it is still alive.â
Your smile fell a little but you caught yourself. âLetâs get those apples for you then.â
âFor us.â He corrected, and watched as you began to walk next to him.
You were reluctant to stray too far from the wagon, âWhat if what is left from the Brotherhood is looking for us?â
He brought a hand to the swords at his hip. âWe cannot let fear starve us. Come.â
It was the fearless attitude of the Ash Man that put your mind at ease.
While walking him, you got to experience how he used his ability so discreetly that you almost couldnât tell he was using his sense of smell to guide him.
After so many years, it should not have come as such a surprise that he was good at hiding his Fey abilities from others.
You couldnât help but look at him curiously.
He didnât notice at first, but he must have felt your eyes on him after a while.
Lancelot turned his attention to you, âWhat is it?â
âNothing.â You shrugged your shoulders.
And you were still looking at him⌠It was making him strangely nervous.
He walked a bit faster, towards the scent that had gotten much stronger. âTheyâre over here somewhere.â
It wasnât necessary to help look, he found the apple trees a moment later and plucked an apple.
You managed to catch it when he carefully threw it in your direction. âThank you!â
The apple smelled sweet indeed and you couldnât resist biting it, the juice of it was godly.
Lancelot took five more apples of the tree and returned to your side. âThis should help us until we arrive at our destination.â
You took two to carry so he could eat his apple comfortably too. He walked back into the direction of the wagon, and you followed him.
After some bites of the apple, he asked, âWhat was your nightmare about?â
You gave vague details. âEverything really. The paladins, the Brothers, SoranâŚâ
What bothered you most was how you had woken from it. âIâm sorry, again, for hitting you. I want you to know that I really didnât know what I was doing, and that I wouldnât have hit you if I had a choice in the matter.â
He was rather pleased to hear that. âNext time, I will just poke you with my sword from afar until you wake.â
Your mouth fell agape and a half-insulted laugh escaped. âOh, for goodness sake!â The clock house of your finished apple hit his back after you threw it at him. âIf I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already.â
An arrogant smirk tugged at his mouth, âWith your sword skill?â
The Ash Man was trying to push your buttons, and successfully so.
You made him eat his words. âMy father, a former knight of the Fey, will be interested to hear of your doubt in his ability to teach me how to wield a sword. Besides, remember how I cut your arm?â
Oh, he remembered alright. âI remember. The wound grew infected, I did not expect to be healed by the same person who caused it. And now you can even bring others back from the dead.â
You still couldnât fully believe it had happened, and part of you wanted to ignore the fact. âI only brought you back, the Hidden probably only allowed it because youâre Fey and because youâre special.â
âIâm special?â He cheekily asked with a charming grin.
You tempered his ego. âTo them.â
He shook his head a bit, the grin grew from ear to ear. âI see.â
Was he seriously trying to get you flustered and make you trip over your words?
You turned the tables on him. âYou are the Hiddenâs special Ash Folk summoner, I bet they waited a long time for you.â
He took a bite from his apple and hoped he wouldnât choke on it when heâd laugh, âI donât know what use I am to them.â
You snorted a laugh, looking at him incredulous. âSays the Fey who canât be burned and has fire as a friend.â
Alright, it might be what had the interest of the HiddenâŚ
He did not want you to think you werenât special either, âThey waited for you as well, finally they have their Dawn Folk summoner.â
You confessed it to him, âI donât want to be able to bring people back from the dead. I only agreed to be their summoner so they would help me bring you back.â
A promise made to gods, an exchange to save his lifeâŚ
The sudden change in his eyes made you worry he might think you regretted it.
âDonât get me wrong. I am happy you are alive, it was worth the deal I made.â You blurted out.
He believed you. âI know. I could tell when I opened that cell door.â
The moment you had seen him alive again, you had shared an embrace that neither of you had talked about since. Just like the kiss youâd given his cheek when saying your âgoodbyesâ in the forest.
And you just sensed that he was not used to being given this sort of attention. Neither were you. Still, he had reciprocated the embrace in a way that you could not forget.
This was a former monk, and enemy, who had stood between you and peril more than once. It was difficult not to grow fond of the person he truly was.
It was easy to forget he was still getting used to the life outside the clergy.
You hoped your reaction had not been too much and too soon for him. âHey, uhm, I apologize if I reacted a bit strong when I saw you alive again. I know you were raised with certain rules to follow. I was just so relieved to see you, my friend, alive and well.â
The Ash Man had a gentle look in his eyes, appreciative of the consideration. âThere is no need for an apology. If anything, I cherish the reaction.â
Your eyes widened a bit and avoided looking into his. âThatâs goodâŚâ
He took another bite and filled the silence that fell between you.
The only thing heard until you reached the wagon, was your footsteps.
When you arrived at the wagon again, Lancelot freed the horse from the burden of the wagon and tied the reins to a tree.
You frowned a bit, âWhy are you doing that?â
Lancelot inspected the saddle. âWe will continue without the wagon, it will be faster and draw less attention. And if they are searching for us, they will be searching for a wagon.â
And it would be easier to escape on horseback than on a wagon in case of a chase tooâŚ
âDo you think Goliath is alright?â You asked when he began to stroke a hand along the horseâs neck.
His voice carried worry, âI hope so. He is strong⌠and clever.â
The change in his expression betrayed him.
You hoped your words would comfort him. âYouâll reunite with him, everything will be alright.â
He nodded, a little lost in thought and went to retrieve the cloak and aketon he had put up to dry. âPut your boots back on, we will be leaving soon. Itâs not safe for us to stay here for long.â
You had been able to rest, but he hadnât done so yet. âAre you sure you donât want to get some sleep first? I can keep watch.â
Lancelot put the aketon back on. âI will rest tonight. We should arrive at your home by midday come morrow when all goes well.â
With his determination to stay awake, you hoped he was not too tired to continue the journey on horse, âAre you sure?â
He gave a quick nod, then gestured to your boots that stood abandoned at the fire.
After checking to see if they were dry, you put your boots back on.
Meanwhile, he was closing the belts on his aketon.
You kicked soil on the bonfire until it was out.
Lancelot poured out the dirty linen that was in the sack on the wagon, then put two of the moderate looking swords from the chest into it, followed by the apples and some of the rope.
You helped him attach the sack to the back of the horseâs saddle with a piece of rope, holding it up until he secured it there.
He untied the reins from the tree and beckoned for you to come closer. âAfter you.â
The little comical bow of his head made you smile. âHow gallant.â
You put your foot in the stirrup, gripped the gullet, and pulled yourself into the saddle.
He was patting the spot in the front of it
âI know, I knowâŚâ You made room for him.
The speed at which he mounted showed that there was still energy burning through him. Had your magic offered him so much?
The horse began to walk in a slow pace right away, eager to stretch itâs legs without having a wagon to pull along.
Now that you sat on the horse with him, Lancelot seemed to see it as an excellent opportunity.
âI have a question.â He began and waited for acknowledgment.
That tone he used warned you that he was going to ask something that might annoy you.
You let out a little sigh. âAsk.â
He cleared his throat first, âDo you feel safe with me?â
That wasnât what you thought heâd ask.
Had you done something that made him believe differently?
âI do.â You assured him of it. âI wouldnât be climbing on a horse with you otherwise. Why do you ask?â
When he stayed quiet, you reached back and tapped his arm a few times playfully. âSpit it out, Ash Man.â
His answer carried a certain gentleness that you didnât hear often, âI just needed to hear you say it.â
You looked back at him over your shoulder. âTo me you are not the Weeping Monk anymore. Youâre Lancelot. I see no reason to fear you now that I know you.â
He blinked a couple of times and watched you turn your head away again.
The warmth of him radiated through his sleeve and unto your arms, it had been a while since you had felt so comfortable. âWhat was life like for you, when you werenât out doing what Father Carden asked off you?â
He gave the most expected answer, âI practiced the sword.â
If you wanted to learn more, youâd have to pry it out of him. âBesides that.â
Lancelot was not aware until now that you were trying to get to know more about him. âI uh⌠enjoyed reading.â
You pried further, âWhat books?â
His answers came quicker. âAnything.â
You fired another question, âWhat else?â
A light chuckle filled your ears. âI often spend time alone in the forest, it helped me to calm down when matters got difficult.â
âThat is the Fey in you.â You deduced.
His own curiosity shined through, âAre you calmer among nature?â
It was an undeniable fact. âI am. I love to see the moonâs light between the trees above my head. The sound of an owl filling the air, a breeze swaying the branches and dancing shadows on the ground below.â
The daydream of your favorite things was softly interrupted by his hand being placed on your upper arm.
But it was the silence of the Ash Man that had your heart change itâs pace.
âUhmâŚâ You quietly uttered.
He leaned in close to your ear and teased you for your daydreaming. âFey.â
A shiver went up your neck and you rolled your shoulders to hide it, what you could not hide was the soft giggle at his playfulness.
The hand stayed for a moment longer, and brushed along your arm when it left.
You distracted yourself from it by talking about Squirrel, âI hope Squirrel is doing alright. I know my parents can be stern, but they will look after him well. Maybe heâs playing with Ciro nowâŚâ
He kept his hands on the reins now. âDo you worry how your father will react to Percivalâs mischief?â
You shook your head. âNo. My father raised me, Squirrelâs shenanigans will be nothing new to him.â
A grin tugged at his mouth, âI thought you once told me that you were well-behaved as a child?â
You were biting your lip and mumbled, âMost of the time.â
Lancelot hummed.
Silently guessing that the rest of the time was spend on mischief that had your parents pull the hairs out of their heads at times.
You looked at him and squinted your eyes a little. âI just know you didnât always do as told either.â
It was true, he had gotten into trouble more than once.
His hands moved closer to your stomach to rest. âIf I did, neither of us would be here now.â
You slowly nodded, smiling at him, âWhat is life without a little mischief?â
He hummed with approval this time.
Your eyes fell on his hands and how close they were now, had he placed them so just because it was more comfortable to hold the reins and ride like this?
It was still strange to share a horse, even when you were little your parents insisted you learned to ride on your own as quickly as possible in case of trouble. The only other person you had shared a horse with was Squirrel.
By riding with the Ash Man, you could easily see the change that had occurred between you.
He was not as timid, one could even say he was comfortable near you.
For you it was something that did not come as natural yet, being close to others was difficult for Dawn Folk.
But for him you had made an exception.
It was safe.
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After riding for a few hours and walking for another few, it was the Ash Manâs yawn along with the setting sun that alerted you that it was time to find a place to set camp for the night.
âShould we make a fire over there?â You pointed to a spot next to the river you were walking by.
He seemed determined to reach your home early. âThere is still time to walk further.â
You knew he was pushing himself too hard. âLancelot, you need rest. Youâve been yawning my ears off for the past hour.â
What reached your ears now, was a scoff.
Before he could protest again, you made the decision alone. âWe are stopping there for the night.â
His stubbornness surrendered. âVery well. But no fire, we should remain discreet if we do not wish to be found.â
You agreed and stole the reins of the horse from his hand. âAlright.â
He glanced at you, aware that you had taken away the reins just to make sure heâd really stop at the place you had chosen.
Setting up camp wasnât difficult, all you did was tie the reins to a tree near the river and plop your rear down on the grass.
Lancelot took an apple out of the sack and offered one to you as well, you declined it.
You sat and watched how he kept finding things to distract himself from resting.
âGods! Just sit down already, will you?â You blurted out.
His eyes snapped away from the river and to you. Almost timidly he did as you asked, and sat down against the tree in front of you.
You let out a peaceful breath, âMuch better. Itâs not a crime to rest, you know?â
âI know.â He sighed a bit. âI can still feel your magic running through me.â
The results of your magic were often enough for someone to think they could climb a mountain. âI believe you, but if you donât rest and the energy wears offâŚâ
Chances were high he would fall asleep at the worst time.
âYou werenât allowed to rest much, were you?â It was a guess based on how he struggled to do so.
âYou will consider me mad.â He warned.
You couldnât hold in the jest. âI already do. So tell me.â
His brow arched at you, but he choose to let it slide. âSince leaving the Church, even while being hunted, resting is easier for me.â
That was nice to hear, you pried a little, âYour conscience is no longer keeping you awake?â
He leaned his head back against the bark and watched the darkening sky. âNot as much as it once did. It helps to be around someone who forgave me.â His eyes dropped down from the heavens and landed on yours. âYou forgave me.â
It was like he still couldnât fully believe it, he swallowed thickly and lifted his eyes to the sky again.
The whispers of the Hidden sounded in your ears. Just when you looked at him to see if heâd notice their presence too, his eyes fell down to yours with the answer.
Not a word was said, your eyes did not leave each other as you listened to the whispers.
The voices he was taught to forsake, to ignore, he tried to understand them now. Because deep down, he knew they were speaking off you to him. And it made him more than a little curious as to what they wished to tell you about him too.
âIt sounds like the Hidden doesnât want us to get some sleep.â You broke the strange silence that was growing.
His head tilted to the side a little. âI am curious.â
âAbout what?â You asked.
The Ash Man was open about how he experienced them, âI cannot understand what they say, but I feel what their intention is. Do you feel it?â
You had your suspicion. âI thinkâŚâ
It felt a bit embarrassing to voice it, what if you were wrong?
âYes?â He urged you to share your thoughts.
Blurting it out was easier. âThey are binding us together.â
To your relief, Lancelot gave a nod. âDo you think it is because we are summoners?â
Why did it feel like he thought there was another reason for it?
You cleared your dry throat, âProbably. What other reason would there be?â
He broke eye-contact by looking at the river and swallowed the answer to the question.
An answer never cameâŚ
You saw him try to hide another yawn. âYou can sleep. My turn to keep watch.â
With a shallow nod, he let his eyes fall shut and sank back against the tree. That surging energy that had run through him came to a halt. It was common knowledge to the Dawn Folk that so much given energy always came to a sudden stop, not to the Ash Man who fell into a deep sleep seconds after he closed his eyes.
The moon had taken itâs place in the night sky when you decided to stretch your legs by the river a bit. You were tossing some small pebbles and saw them hop on the water, it became a way to entertain yourself and see how far you could get them to hop. It helped to stay focused and awake. While watching one of these rocks travel across the river, you heard Lancelot speak your name.
You looked over at him and saw that he was still vast asleep. Just to be sure, you quietly spoke his name as well and waited to see if he would reply to it.
No, he was definitely asleep.
Your curiosity was growing as you tiptoed closer to him and sat down against the tree next to the one he had chosen as a pillow. Why were you suddenly interested to know what he was dreaming off? It felt irresistible not to listen in to his sleep mumbling, and it was a nice way to keep yourself focused on the task of keeping watch as he slept. A few minutes past before he mumbled your name again.
The smile on your lips grew from the slight pleasant tremble that went through your chest.
Oh, how you wished to wake him and ask what it was he was dreaming about. Youâd imagine he would be a bit embarrassed about it. Maybe you were tormenting him in his dream, as you once had done in reality. Or maybe it was a pleasant dream.
You hoped it was the later, he deserved something good.
After listening for a bit longer, you stood up again and returned to the river to watch the moonlight reflect in it. The sound of horses nearing pulled your attention away. Seconds later you were kneeling next to Lancelot and waking him up.
âLancelot! Someone��s coming!â You shook him carefully.
The interrupted deep sleep made him jolt awake and grab hold of your arm.
âSomeone is coming.â You said again.
He got to his feet clumsily and pulled you up with him. âThe horse-â
Just as he had said it, a group of Utherâs soldiers emerged from the trees on horseback.
They must have been traveling back to the castle, and they were as surprised to see you there as you were to see them. The group of four came to a halt close to the horse you needed to flee.
One of them assessed the situation they had run into. âBy order of the King, state your business in his woods!â
If they saw who Lancelot was⌠youâd be in far greater trouble than if they knew you were Fey.
The Church hunted your kind, Uther did not care for what happened and elected to ignore the existence of the Fey most of the time. To these soldiers, a Fey wasnât worth the time, but the former Weeping Monk was.
Lancelot flexed his hand as it moved to the swords at his hip.
You stepped in front of him, whispering, âStay here. Keep your hood on and your cloak closed.â
They couldnât get closer to him, or the Ash Man risked his markings to be seen. The shadows offered him some protection from their view. Hopefully they could not see what the vague dark stains on his clothes or yours were.
You removed Lancelotâs hand from your wrist when he tried to keep you at his side, and walked up to the soldiers.
Telling the truth would spare you the time to think of a lie. âWe are traveling North to see family, and we are taking some time to rest before continuing our journey.â
The one who had asked dismounted, and walked up to you while gesturing to Lancelot, âYour husband?â
It almost took you too long to answer. âYes.â
The soldier stopped in front of you while the others kept a watchful eye.
âNewly wed?â He made a guess.
You nodded.
He turned to his comrades with a knowing look. âJust a couple of newly weds ârestingâ in the forest.â
They chuckled at the allusion.
Your face began to burn at the implication the soldier had made, you could only imagine Lancelotâs response.
âWhere did the blood on your trousers come from?â The soldier gestured to it.
Dammit⌠you hadnât had the chance to wash them.
âI did not expect to bleed so early this month, and took no precautions.â You said with confidence, hoping it made him believe it was true and he was being rude to even ask about it.
The blood was on your knees mostly, but making this situation uncomfortable would make it harder for the soldier to ask further.
âOh.â The soldier was visibly regretting it.
The soldierâs expression changed and you felt a hand touch your back.
You were under such stress that youâd almost turned and struck the poor Ash Man who came to play the part. Lancelotâs hood was far over his face when he brought his arm around your waist, his cloak hid the remainder of the large stain across his chest.
He did not look at them, it wasnât necessary, they understood the message he was silently transmitting. They were not wanted or welcome.
The soldier cleared his throat, feeling the atmosphere grow more uncomfortable, and took a step back because of it. âI wish you safe travels.â
You watched him return to his horse and leave with the group who laughed at the situation. The Ash Man must have played his part quite convincing for them to leave without further questioning.
He withdrew his arm from you. âI-â
Words flew rapidly out of your mouth whilst you walked back to the river. âGo back to sleep. Iâll wake you at dawn.â
Lancelot was a bit stunned by the response, it took him a moment to follow your advice. He sat down by the tree again and watched as you tried to keep your attention on the river. You could feel his eyes burn in your back. You werenât the kind of person to get flustered easily, but what the soldiers had laughed about and then Lancelotâs response had caused just that. He used to be a monk, for goodness sakeâŚ
You pushed the possibility away that there was something changing between you, it was simple ridiculous. Gods, it might even send him running for the hills if he knew that you sometimes thought he saw you as anything other than a friend.
Turning on your heels, you went over to him and sat down against the other side of the tree, your shoulder touching his. âThat was uncomfortable.â
He didnât have to guess what you were speaking off, âWhat the soldiers assumed?â
You nodded and sank back against the tree.
There was a positive thing for him, âI was impressed with how calm you were. I thought you would strike him.â
âI wanted to.â You admitted.
His mouth curved at the corner. âSo did I.â
Lancelot leaned his head against the tree, his nose in your direction.
âDonât sniff me.â You tried not to grin.
He did not turn his head away, âConcerned that you reek?â
It was too tempting not to use it against him. âNot as concerned as you should be.â
With the back of his hand covering his mouth, he tried to hide how close to laughing it had gotten him. It took a few seconds for him to recover from the false insult.
He defended himself, âMy smell must not bother you if you choose to sit with me.â
You turned your head to say something and realized he was close, you turned away quickly again at the close proximity. âIâm just pulling your leg, you donât reek.â
âNeither do you.â He exclaimed fast, then scratched his neck, realizing that it betrayed that he had been âsniffingâ you after all.
You saw him ignore the look you send him for it. âSleep, Ash Man. Dawn is nearing and I need you-â
The cheeky bastard interrupted, âYou need me?â
A half-nervous laugh escaped you. âI⌠Gods! I will toss you in the river! I wanted to say that I need you to rest!â
The joy he had in hearing you trip over your words was worth the playful slap to his arm. His ears welcomed your soft laughter, and his heart swelled at the sound.
He leaned his head back against the bark, closing his eyes, unable to hide the amusement in his voice, âThen rest I will, if you so insist.â
You resisted the urge to threaten to drag him home by tying him to the horse with rope if he fell asleep whilst riding. âGood.â
A comfortable silence fell between you, and you looked at the river again, doing your best to be quiet so he could fall asleep. You could hear his breathing slowly change, then felt his shoulder lean against yours more.
After a few minutes you knew he had fallen asleep, and by having his shoulder against yours, there was no way for you to leave his side without waking him.
Smart.
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Dead Boy Detectives Agency + Random Posts.
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#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives agency#edwin payne#payneland#charles rowland#edwin paine#charles and edwin#paineland#dead boy detective netflix#crystal palace surname von hoverkraft#crystal palace#jenny green#the cat king#crack post#shitpost#painland#paynland#edwin x the cat king#chedwin#catwin#neil gaiman#tw: blood#tw: cursing#sprites
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WIP Title game
tagged by the lovely @persephones-journey
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! I don't have enough people to tag for all my WIP's lmao.
In his Father's Footsteps (This is the one I'm actively working on for TLK, this is Aethelstan x Osbert)
Entwined by Fire and Earth (Still fairly active on this one, this is Gawain and Lancelot from Netflix's Cursed)
Hands all over me (Oneshot, again Gawain and Lancelot)
TMR Prison (Newtmas from The Maze Runner)
The Strip Club (Newtmas again lmao)
In the Chronicle Room (Aethelstan x Osbert oneshot)
Tommy's Fantasy (Newtmas haha)
The Feeling has gone, only you and I, it means nothing to me (Really old Stranger things WIP)
Vanessa's pregnancy (Alternative I wrote for my FNAF fic)
If anyone is interested in any of those, I am happy to go into details :) <3
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Bianca: Question time. Whatâs your biggest fear? Iâll start us off.
Bianca: Mine is having my sirenâs call always be on. Iâd never be able to interact with anyone without knowing that my powers are influencing them.
Yoko: Reaching that awkward vampire age where Iâm too old to date mortals because itâs hella creepy, but too young for the age gap to be mysterious and sexy.
Enid: Ending up totally alone and unloved, with no pack or family to call my own. Just a mateless lone wolf.
Ajax: Accidentally smoking a dryad who goes mad aggro and kicks me like five times in the nuts.
Wednesday: *watching a certain werewolf*
Bianca: Earth to Addams, itâs your turn.
Wednesday: *breaks off her stare* Hmn. My greatest fear?
Wednesday: Itâs that my ancient family bloodline curse will be triggered by some monumentally scatterbrained technicolor fool, irrevocably binding me to them in heart, body, and soulâ
Wednesday: âfor all of eternity.
Wednesday: *ominously* They would know only bloody devotion and undying love, as they become no less than a goddess in my eyes.
Bianca: âŚ
Yoko: âŚ
Enid: âŚ!!!
Ajax: âŚ
Bianca: *snorts* Ancient family bloodline curse? What a load of bullshit, Addams. We all know what your actual answer is.
Bianca: *flattened tone* Fear is for the weak.
Wednesday:
Wednesday: Bravo, Barclay. You have seen through my ruse. Now then, since dinner is over⌠*gets up and stalks away*
Ajax: *leans towards Enid* So we still on for that movie?
Ajax:
Ajax: Enid? Did ya hear what Iâ
Enid: *frantically typing on her phone* Addams⌠family⌠bloodline⌠curseâŚ
#pre wenclair#the addams family curse#based on generated quotes#bianca barclay#yoko tanaka#enid sinclair#ajax petropolus#wednesday addams#wednesday netflix#wenclair#incorrect wenclair#incorrect wednesday addams#incorrect wednesday quotes#incorrect quotes
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Said every canon Alucard ever
#castlevania#adrian fahrenheit tepes#adrian tepes#alucard castlevania#alucard#vlad dracula tepes#vlad tepes#dracula castlevania#castlevania symphony of the night#castlevania curse of darkness#netflix castlevania#castlevania memes
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Fem-focused sci-fi fantasy shows canceled after 1 season:
Cursed (2020)
Willow (2022)
My Lady Jane (2024)
The Acolyte (2024)
Would be great if these streaming services could all fuck off into the sun. RIP to all these awesome shows.
#i hate this#cursed netflix#nimulot#willow 2022#graylora#tanthamore#my lady jane#janeford#the acolyte#oshamir#we just can't have nice things#mostly because of white men with tiny d*cks#sorry not sorry#I'm just fucking over it#back i go to asian dramas#recommend me some
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