The weeping monk x reader
Summary: Y/n knows that Lancelot loves her, he would do anything for her. But what happens when the paladins finds out about her or them I might say.
Everyone that sees him, everyone that glances at him, everyone that hears his name runs in terror. But not me. Not I, because I know him. The weeping monk as they call him. Lancelot I call him. I know his dark side. I know what he does for the paladins. I just know that when he comes home after a long journey he relaxes and I clear his mind. He’s been gone for a months journey.
The door opened causing me to jump. Looking into the kitchen seeing him standing tall with swords strapped to him. “W-what are you doing here? Were you followed?” Asking, afraid to come out from behind the wall.
“No, why are you hiding?” Asking caused me to turn and run into the bathroom. Closing the door hearing him stop at the door.
“Leave me Lancelot.” The fear ran through me remembering the first time we met.
“Run, do not look back!” Running from my home as the paladins killed everyone around me. Running through the woods ducking and jumping over logs and trees. Running into a hard body falling to the ground. The figure faced me, eyes cold and dark. Crawling away from him as he reached for his sword.
“Please no! I-I am not a creature just misunderstood and unwanted so I came here. They accepted me when society wouldn’t. Please.” He pulled the sword out staring at me. There was a snap branch causing him to turn. Closing my eyes hearing a grunt. When I opened them a paladin was on the ground dead and he was standing over me, eyes wide before he fainted. “Hey, no no no no. You protected me? Why?” His eyes rolled back but his breathing was still steady. Dragging him through the woods and into a cave laying him by the waterfall on the inside. “Please don’t roll into the water, stay here I have to cover our tracks.” Saying Running outside covering the tracks.
Once back inside the cave I stripped him of his clothes to clean his wounds and wrap them with cloth. A few hours later he opened his eyes looking at me. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Placing my hand onto his rubbing it gently. “You saved me, It was only right for me to do the same. Now you took a nasty cut. Rest.”
“I have to get back.” He said sitting up grunting in pain. He noticed his shirt was off and looked at me wide eyes. “I’m half naked.”
“Your face is beautiful.” Blurting or wanting to smack myself.
“Hm,” Watching him get up and walk out of the cave.
“Open the door. Please. I need to know you’re alright.”
“N-no go away. I finally see your true colors. You are a monster Lancelot. I never want to see you again. Leave.”
“Y-you don’t mean that? What’s happened to yo-”
“I hate you, the weeping monk cannot be trusted. Leave Lancelot before I do something I’ll regret!” Hearing footsteps walk away then the front door opens and close. Waiting a few seconds to hear his horse go and ride off into the woods. Opening the bathroom door walking into the kitchen holding my stomach. The tears that stung my eyes burned but it was worth it. He was gone. He wouldn’t be hurt for my mistakes. A few hours later there was a knock at the door. Sitting the porridge on the counter opening the door. Dropping the bowl I had in my hands turning to run but I was grabbed.
“What intentions do you have with the weeping monk?” Shoving me to the ground. It was father carden with other fathers.
“Please, I beg of you father do not hurt me. I am human.” Crawling back into the chair. He walked closer taking prideful steps.
“My child, that is not what I have asked. What. Is. Your. Intentions. With. The. Monk?”
“I have no intentions father, I give him information about the enemies.” Father grabbed my face dragging the leaf across it. Feeling a part of me changed to it. He pulled the leaf away.
“She’s human but she lies of her intentions with him. Burn this place to the ground.” Gasping standing up. “Take her captive. She knows something.” Tying my hands up and forcing me to walk back to their camp. Once in camp Lancelot stood at the sight of father Carden.
“Father,” he looked at the other men before his eyes landed on me. He looked afraid for a second. “W-who’s this?”
“Take her to the tents.” Forcing me to the ten feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. The trinity guard tossed me in the tent with a man who was beat up, bruised, and bloody. He looked up and his whole demeanor changed.
“Y/n?” I knew that voice from a distance.
“Gawain, oh God you’re alive! I’ve looked everywhere for you!” Leaning my head towards his as the trinity tied me up.
“Y/n? What are you doing here? D-did the monk get to you? How are you not dead? You’re with- h-how?”
“You look gravely hurt Gawain.” It looked painful for him to move let alone the traps with too tight.
“A-answer my questions.” He said weakly.
“The paladins captured me,” glancing at the Trinity who were looking at us. “That is all I can say.”
“Whose is it?” Opening my mouth to speak but Lacelot came in telling the trinity he wanted to interrogate the hostage. They left and closed the tent. He looked at me speed walking by my side but stopping.
“Why didn’t you tell them, before?” He looked over at Gawain. “You could have told them but you didn’t. Why?”
“Because all Fey are brothers, even the lost ones.” Listening to their conversations noticing Lancelot kept looking over me.
“Monk please.” I whispered causing him to tense up. I never called him that.
“I’m a monster I deserve no one's family but the paladins.”
“You have a family,” He kneeled before me sensing it. “I’m your family.” Whispered feeling the tears run down. He senses it. Standing close to me.
“My love, what have I done?” He said placing his hand on my stomach pressing down the cloth that I tightly wrapped around my stomach.
“I’m sorry Lancelot. J-just fo-” quickly removing his hand causing me to look away from him quickly as someone came in. “How dare you lay a hand on me!” Yelling at him.
“No my boy no one touches her but me and the trinity.” Lancelot looked at the father shocked. “You’ll watch until I figure out what she knows.” Father walked out with Lancelot in pursuit.
“Him? Y-you give up your lifestyle? Your home for him!” He whispered.
“Gawain I was never accepted there. Everyone thought I was a demon like Nimue. They hated me, y-you hated me!”
“I loved you!” Taken back by his sudden outburst. “ I wanted you, and you and him.”
“He’s my mate. We are linked Gawain.”
“Do you even know what he is?”
“I know him better than anyone else.” Gawain stayed silent leaving me to think about the past.
Walking through the woods to pick the right type of berry. Sensing something behind me making me turn in freight. Facing him once again gasping. “You, h-how are your wounds?”
“They happened a long time ago. Months,” he stayed silent looking at the sun set. His horse tumbled beside him. Rubbing his nose filling him with energy. The monk drew his sword to me.
“You well not hurt me,” saying feeling the pain in his body as he held the sword towards me. “We are linked, put the sword away and follow me to my home. Your horse needs rest.” Walking away towards my home with my berries. Opening the door letting him in. “I cooked before I left, still warm. Can I get you some.” Giving him a small smile as he nodded.
“What do you mean we are linked?” Sitting the bowl down smiling.
“I am no human. I can be undetected to others but not to my other link. We are soulmates, meant to be.” Facing him tapping his nose playfully. “Shall I prove it?” He stared at me for a few seconds before taking the bowl and eating the food.
Later on that night sitting by the fire. He sat across from me staring into the flames meeting my eyes though it. “How can you prove it?” Standing up walking by his side. Reaching for his hand slowly causing him to pull away. “I am not here for some games.”
“You have not stopped thinking of me since the first time you saw me. It’s what links do. If you touch then it can either heal them slowly or give them healthy little by little. I’m different I know the effects of you touch me I see our future of love nothing else.” Standing up reaching for his horse. Using my powers to drain the energy from his horse. “You aren’t leaving. You can’t.”
Seeing that his horse moved not an inch from tiredness. “Give him back is energy.”
“Let me touch your hand and I shall give you what you want.” He faced me holding out his hand.
“You are a little stubborn prick.”
“You are extremely fascinating. What’s your story?” Grabbing his hand interlocking our fingers he jumped. “What are you feeling?”
“I never felt this before, I don’t know, I don’t know this feeling, all I know is hatred and sadness.” He spoke his eyes meeting mine causing my stomach to tingle.
“Share the feeling with me. Try to make me feel it. Focus.” A few seconds later I felt unconditional love, happiness, peace. I make him feel loved just by touching him. He’s never felt this and I can give him this. Taking a step towards him seeing the tears build in his eyes. Standing on my toes pressing my lips to his. The feeling was strong, it was unexplainable but good. His arms wrapped gripped my waist pulling me closer.
Sliding my hands behind his cloak up his shirt feeling the marks. Stepping back smiling. “I-Ive returned your horses energy be safe on your trip.” Turning around rushing into the house closing the door. The whole time away from him ached my heart.
The tent opened and father Carden, some trinity, and Lancelot walked in. “Bring in the whore boy.” Lancelot rested his hands on his sword. Shaking my head looking at him.
“Father that is highly unnecessary.” Lancelot tries to reason but ends up getting slapped.
“You disobey me with the child and now her?! Trinity whip him, after he will pray to God in his tent bring the whore b-” he grunted in pain before leaning up against Lancelot. “I have no desire for her today, I need rest, escort me back to my tent, then the monk will receive his beating.” He said leaving the tent.
“Do you know what the whore boy will do to you?” Nodding once to Gawain voice. Looking up as a boy came into the tent.
“Squirrel?” His eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Y/n! Not you too.” He ran up to me freeing my hands. Falling to the ground rubbing my wrist running to Gawain untying him laying him on the ground.
“I’m alright, Squirrel get me the ointment from over there. Listen to me Gawain. You are going to live. I am going to stop this bleeding and you are going to be fine.” Handing me the ointment covering his wounds.
“I thought of you everyday, I’m sorry I let my foolishness get the best of me and never confess. I hoped that we were linked, I prayed to the Gods that we were.”
“Shhhh don’t speak. Rest, heal Gawain.” He grabbed my hands bringing them to his lips.
“My love for you has never faded.” He closed his eyes resting.
“We have to get out of here! Y/n we wait till nightfall then ride off in a horse.” Feeling the pain in my stomach.
“Squirrel it hurts, it hurts. Help me unwrap myself.” Pulling up my shirt revealing the wraps around my stomach pulling them off giving my belly bump a chance to breathe. Squirrel looked horrified.
“You’re very much with child. W-we have to wrap it again! We have to!” He began sitting it on my stomach.
“I can not. The pain will cause I to miscarry if I have it on any longer. I will control the people that walked into this tent. I will drain them of their energy for as long as I can but when I grow weak we must escape.” Squirrel sat in front of me covering my stomach as the trinity came watching me. I was already weak and could barely keep my eyes open by sundown.
“Y/n, you cannot fall asleep not yet. Tell me of the time we met.” Remembering that memory like it was yesterday.
Sleeping peacefully. Very peaceful until I heard my home door open and some child yelling. “You bring me to your stupid house because you’re stupid.” Taking off the sheet walking into the living room.
“You call my home stupid?” He looked up at me shocked.
“Who are you? You’re evil just like him?”
“No, I’m the good side to him. You’re covered in filth, let's get you cleaned up and fed,” Looking at the ropes that covered his hands. “Release him.” Lancelot ignored my wishes. “Fine, you’ll sleep with the horse for all I care.” Turning around hearing the ropes fall to the ground. The young boy ran to my side clinging onto my shirt.
“He’s stubborn yet very tolerable.” Nodding as Squirrel laid on the cot.
“I don’t hate you y/n. It’s him I hate.” He closed his eyes and I slowly drained his energy. Facing Lancelot who stood very close to me. Staring down at me.
“He is a work. He will not be up for the rest of tonight.” Walking into the bed chambers laying down. Lancelot took off all his cloaks tying his hair up covering the paladins symbol that I hated to look at.
“I need to feel you touch me. I’ve been overwhelmed. I need you to take away my thoughts.” Laying on his chest tracing shapes.
“I’ve been thinking for a while about us Lancelot.” Sitting up with him facing him. Placing my hands on his shoulders straddling him. “I’ve known you for a year now and I-I-” Not knowing the right words so I kissed him and let my body do the talking. Sliding a hand between us, freeing him from his trousers.
“Y/n... I have never engaged in such an activity.”
“We will be each other’s first, and to me Lancelot I am beyond grateful.” Looking over me removing my shirt. Running his hand down my body gripping me.
“I must confess that I will not be able last long just by the sight of you.”
“I don't care as long as we make each other feel loved.” Kissing him roughly enjoying the rest of our night together.
“After I fell asleep, you were gone by morning.” Seeing that it was nightfall. Lancelot came in with his hand to his sword.
“We have to go.” Squirrel stood revealing my stomach. Lancelot looked scared.
“I- the pain is no more. Wrap me Squirrel quickly,” grabbing the wraps looking at Lancelot. “Turn around.” Wrapping my stomach pulling on it tightly causing a whimper to escape. Lancelot's grip on his sword tightened. Taking a few deep breaths sitting up straight waking up to him touching his shoulder.
“Why would you not tell me?” He whispered.
“Too protect you. If the paladins were ever able to find out we will be killed and I cannot watch you die.”
“You know my feelings for you. I would never let anything happen to you, t-the both of you. Squirrel too.” Kissing him one last time.
“In case something happens, I love you and this child loves your voice, your touch.” He grabbed my hand and I grabbed Squirrels looking at Gawain.
“His people are here. They’ll come for him.” Rushing us out of the tent to the stable. Stopping looking at one man surrounded by the trinity.
“I wouldn’t,” he stepped closer to us causing Lancelot to step back with us in tow. “Do they remind you of someone? This Fey orphan? This human lady?”
“Why? Can’t he smell out his own kind like some kind of animal. Or is that your species?”
“What is that supposed to mean!?” Speaking up angry. He will not speak about my mate like that.
“And this one, who glows, I never saw it before or connected the pieces until now. She’s your lover. Such a shame the whore boy didn’t get his chance.” Feeling his anger. He was drained and so was I. I couldn’t give any more energy.
“Squirrel take y/n find cover.” Squirrel grabbed my hand running me behind some crate. Some words that were in unaudable before they started fighting. Lancelot took down the first row without a problem. He was out of energy. Watching as they beat and tore him down.
“No! Stop!” Standing only to be pulled back down. A trinity member pulled off his hood as his eyes met mine. Seeing the fear in his eyes of the worst happening to me. “Please fight.” Whispering. Squirrel picked up a sword.
“Who’s first?” Giving the bit of strength I had to Lancelot who had the strength to fight them off and kill them. Tumbling weakly to him.
“Love, love, come on.” Trying to help him up struggling. Squirrel ran to my side, helping. Causing me to collapse.
“Come on! We have to go!” Squirrel helped him to his horse and looked back at me who grabbed Lancelot swords struggling to walk. “Come on!” He rushed me to another horse. Helping me on. “It’s okay we’re going to be okay.” He got on the horse with Lancelot riding off with me following before my world went dark.
Waking up looking around. Lancelot slept next to me, hand resting on my stomach that was no longer wrapped. Placing my hands on him feeling that his energy was up. Looking over at Squirrel sleeping peacefully. Standing walking out of the cave sensing different energy passing the cave. Rushing back inside shaking awake Squirrel. Pressing my finger to my lips. “Go behind the waterfall there’s a tunnel, wait there.” Rushing to Lancelot's side, waking him up, hooking his cloak together.
“You’re awake?” Smiling creasing my cheek. He touched my stomach feeling the life inside of me.
“Lancelot, I need you to go to Squirrel. There’s a tunnel behind the waterfall. The trinity is here you need to go. I’ll handle this.” Confusion covered his features.
“I’m not leaving you, what do you have to do?” He grabbed my hand helping me stand.
“I have to tell the horses where to meet us. I’ll be right behind you. Please Lancelot, our child has the power to heal me. Go.” Lying through my teeth. He kissed my forehead.
“I told you I’m not leaving you. Let’s go.” Running out the cave to the horses pressing my head to their giving them the direction. They ran off. The energy was different. Everything was off. Pausing trying to feel the energy, the force. Finally feeling it. Tackling Lancelot before the arrow hit him. He breathed heavily wrapping his arms around me. “You’re okay love.” Standing shooting my hand out causing trees to fly in all directions as we ran to the cave. Once making it, turning, raising my hands, drawing the trees to cover the entrance. Facing Lancelot smiling before falling to the ground. “Wha-” His eyes travelled to the arrow in my side. “No!” Pulling the arrow out my side tearing up. “You’re going to be okay, you hear me.” Picking me up carrying me to wear, Squirrel sat patiently.
“No you’re going to be fine! Why would you take an arrow for me?!”
“Because I love you, Lancelot I-I,”
“You’re going to be fine love.”
“I am, I’m going to be just fine Lancelot, but-” lifting my cloak revealing the blood running down my thigh.
“No.” His eyes changed colors causing his ground to shake and rocks to fall. Touching his face rubbing it gently.
“My love, I’m going to be just fine. I’m okay. That’s all that matters. We can have more children Lancelot. We have Squirrel to care for now. We’re on the run, everyone will be hunting us, it wasn’t a good time for a whiny child anyway.
Fixing myself in a nearby river sobbing in pain screaming only for Squirrel to put a piece of leather in my mouth. “Go tend to the horses Squirrel leave us.” Taking off his cloak and weapons. Getting in the water standing behind me swaying with the water. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you love.” Crying harder feeling the pain of the baby coming. Grabbing his hand interlocking our fingers, sharing the pain that I’m experiencing. “You have to push.” Spitting the leather out.
“I can't, it hurts.” Whimpering in pain resting my head on the edge of the ground.
“You’re strong, you can do this.” Nodding my head, putting the leather in my mouth biting down on it hard. Pushing for a half an hour finally feeling the relief. My legs gave out but he held me up. Pulling the child out the water looking over her. “Oh she’s beautiful.” Crying handing her to him. “Take her, please.” He got out of the water walking into the woods. Getting out of the water drying off and getting dressed. Looking out into the water seeing his reflection behind me.
“Y/n…” standing not letting him see the weak part of me.
“Where are we headed?” Giving him a small smile walking to my horse.
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