#nimulot week

[nimulots]

“ nimulot: modern au ” - lancelot is the son of a wealthy entrepreneurist and heir to the business of wheeler corporations. yet one day, a young yet feisty woman comes along who is all but whom she appears to be. will lancelot ever find out who she really is? or will she become his next victim?

#nimulot #nimulot week #nimulot week 2020

[nimulotweek]

Late entry for Harry Potter AU day

#nimulot #cursed netflix #nimulot week #netflix cursed #cursed #lancelot #nimue #nimue x lancelot

[meohme-thedorklord]

The first “I love you” came out of nowhere... 

So he pretended to be asleep... just in case it was just a dream... 

...a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

#nimulot week #nimulot #the weeping monk #lancelot #nimue #love confessions

[natashaswinterwolf]

First Meeting: Cursed

First meeting:

 Lancelot fell off the horse and lay in the dirt unconscious from blood loss. Squirrel jumped off Goliath and desperately tried to get him up and back on the horse, but there was no moving him. In desperation Squirrel crawled back on Goliath’s back and whipped him into a run. He was only a short distance from the fey camp and help.

But Lancelot was not alone. Three beggars, lepers, appeared over him, staring down at his prone body. They recognized him, his red paladin brothers the source of much pain for them. Rugen would want to deal with this one personally. With so many entrances to the Leper kingdom, all they had to do was grab an arm each and drag him down into the underworld of Rugen, the leper king.

  Rugen stopped by the candle lit room to see if the young fey woman was awake. He didn’t know who she was, but when his people found her she had been pierced by two arrows. She was so young and beautiful his heart fluttered. All he knew about her was that his people had pulled her out of the lake. For now she was his lady of the lake. The Hidden whispered softly in his ear, telling him to keep her safe. Rugen was content to do that.

 He could not say those were his thoughts when his lepers returned with another wounded fey….this one Carden’s hound. Lying on the ground before him was the monster who killed his people, the Weeping Monk. “Get me the garrote,” he told one of his lepers. When the metal collar was brought to him, he personally placed it around the Monk’s neck. “I want him awake when I do this,” he growled angrily. “Strip him. Animals like him don’t deserve that respect.”

 Kill him and she will die a voice spoke to him from another place in time. He stopped and stood up. If the other Shadow Lords wanted this piece of shit to live, so be it. Noticing the faces of his women as they pulled the bloody clothes off Carden’s cur, he realized too late that the dog had an enchantment spell on him. To gaze upon his body would make those so inclined fall in love with him. That was the last thing he needed. “Cover him with something,” he decided. “Doone, take him to a cell and lock him in. You are to be the only one to see him….ever. I need to  remove the enchantment from these women.”  

 The cell Doone left the Monk in was small and dark and the only window was high over his head. Nothing more torturous. He would go mad before he died.

  Rugen was conducting business when he was brought word that the lady from the lake was waking. He finished what he was doing and hurried to see about her. As an after thought, he sent Doone to see if the cur was also awake.  It was as he feared, they were connected.

 But Fortune smiled on Rugen. The beautiful young fey woman could remember nothing of how she wound up in the lake with two arrows in her. He could tell her anything and she would believe him. He assured her she had the run of his castle, but there was one place she couldn’t go, a row of cells where prisoners were kept. There was only one man there now, a very dangerous murderer. His Belle du Lac smiled at him and turned away from the passage.  

 Curiosity  was a plague to  the Belle du Lac who was desperate to know who she was. Rugen professed to not know, but surely someone had to know something.  On one of her solitary walks, she found herself near the dudgeons. If there was only one prisoner here, he was screaming like a mad man. She followed the noise to a heavy wooden door with one small barred window to see inside.    

 A man with a full head of hair lay on his side with his back to her. She could see a heavy belt around his waist with his right hand chained to it. He moved and forced himself on his knees. She could now see the metal collar around his neck so tight it chafed his skin. He lifted his eyes and stared straight at her.        

   Lancelot scented her before he saw her, the Wolf Blood Witch! Of course the lepers would bring her here to kill him. He deserved it.

 He raised his head and looked towards the door. And there she stood peering at him through the barred window. “Be kind and be quick,” he said softly and dropped his head again. He was ready to die.      

 The fey girl, confused by his comment, asked, “Be quick about what?”

 “Haven’t you come to kill me?” he asked and raised his head again.

 The girl was even more confused by the comment. “Why would I do that?”

 “I know you are the Wolf Blood Witch. Be kind and bring this game to an end.”

 Wolf Blood Witch! The name meant nothing to her. “If I am her, the name means nothing to me. I remember nothing from the time they found me,”  she explained although the thought that he knew who she was excited her.

 Lancelot practically leaped at the door. Desperately grabbing the bars, frightening her in the process, he asked, “You don’t know me?”

 “If I had, I don’t now,” she replied, the tears in his eyes moving her to greater compassion. Realizing she ran the risk of being discovered, she backed away and said, “I must go now.”

 “Wait! Please!” he pleaded with her. “Please come back. You are the only kind face I have seen since coming here.”

 She moved closer to the door to better see his face. He was handsome with dark marks under his eyes. “I will try….tomorrow,” she said as he desperately extended his hand out the window. She took a chance and clasped it. “Tomorrow.”

 Her touch was pure magic. When she withdrew it, he wanted to follow it and realized that he would do anything to get away from this cell, to be with her. Would he even sink so low as to bewitch her to get away? Doone had mocked him about his body bewitching the leper women when they first stripped him of his bloody clothes. Could he do it to her?

 The lady of the lake charmed Rugen, and he gave her a necklace of Red Sea Pearls with the finest lapis lazuli beads. She in turn stole small pieces of food to share with the prisoner the next time she saw him. A piece of candied fig, a piece of dried meat, whatever she could slip unnoticed into her pocket.

 Unfortunately it was several days before she could get away to see him again. By then his despair was eating him alive. When he finally saw her face, it was like a life line had been thrown to him, and he did not need her small treats, but he ate them because that made her smile. And for that second meeting he told her who he was and all the terrible things he had done. He spared nothing. She listened in silence and knew he was telling the truth when he said he was no longer that man, that a small boy named Percival had made him choose to abandon the Red Paladins. These names that meant nothing to her although he believed she knew Percival.

 She left with the promise that she would be back; she just didn’t know when. In a final act of kindness, while he leaned against the heavy door, she touched his cheek through the bars. This simplest of acts took his breath away but he would not spoil it by being greedy. When she left he felt something he had not felt in a long time, hope.

#nimulot nimulot week @nimulot challenge #@thenimulotweek side blog

[babysaid]

me: nimue x arthur is endgame and I love them and I want to see them thrive, I love those babies

nimue x the weeping monk: check all boxes of a great enemies to lovers story; literally a “soulmates with same scars” fic that writes itself; parents to squirell

me: fuuuuuuck

#cursed ended my life this week #it’s so good I forgave katherine l. for That One Show #cursed netflix #nimulot

[darlingitsagathaharkness]

For the love of God, it's had been barely a few weeks and you guys are already toxic because a ship. Seriously, I just saw the official tweet account of the show talking about Nimue and Arthur and all their answers are like "Don't care give us Nimulot".

Grow up and have some respect

#Cursed #Cursed netflix #Anti nimulot #It had been only a few weeks and you already behave like this #Grow up it's just a ship

[petrichorblue94]

So a few weeks before Cursed came out, I made a prompt about a cursed guy who draws in a girl who falls in love with him. 

Re-reading it now... if this ain’t nimulot, fuck me. 

#cursed #cursed (netflix) #nimulot #the weeping monk x nimue #nimue x weeping monk

[louisahalewrites]

Hi! I just wanted to say I really, really, enjoyed Power Over Me! Also the daily updates were such a gift. K looked forward to reading every evening this past week! I saw you are playing with the idea of a sequel— I hope it comes to fruition! Thank you again for writing!!! 🥰

I’m glad you enjoyed it! I had so much fun writing it! The quick posting schedule were part of my new year’s resolution to have something mostly complete before I post. I’m glad you enjoyed the results!😊

I’m working on a Cursed Fic right now (I hope you are interested in Nimulot) and I keep coming back to ideas Power Over Me sequel while doing it (It’s ABO too). I really like writing Troy Otto content and love Daniel oh so very much but Fear the Living More was to draining of an AU to live in.

Anyway sorry for the rambling, thank you again for reading my work and enjoying it. 😊It’s nice to hear what others think about the creation. If you have anything you’d like to see happen in the sequel LMK.!

#asks #hazel-light

[thrillofhope]

Hello! Any chance of nimulot fics update this week?

Just updated In Pursuit!

[nimulots]

hey everyone!

@murderouswhoresansa and i decided to collaborate and create our fandom’s very first nimulot week, a week dedicated to fanfic writers, editors, and other content creators alike to come together and create according to the theme presented per day!

this year’s nimulot week will be held between tuesday, november 17th, to monday, november 23rd, so mark ur calendars!

now for the themes!

tuesday, day 1: first meeting

basically anything from first meeting to au or even within the cursed universe itself! any sort of edit or prompt or theory is acceptable!

wednesday, day 2: modern au/smut

this can be any sort of modern au and some exceptions can even be futuristic au or past au as well! for smut, there aren’t really any restrictions here so have fun ;)

thursday, day 3: enchanted

the theme here can be anything between vampires, werewolves, or mermaids to greek gods or star wars! u could even do something within the cursed universe where lancelot and nimue have different fey powers!

friday, day 4: hunger games

the theme here is pretty self-explanatory, but anything hunger games related for an au is acceptable

saturday, day 5: harry potter

once again, the theme is pretty self-explanatory, and anything harry potter related for an au is acceptable!

sunday, day 6: first i love you or gender-swap

two choices for this day! the setting can b modern or in the cursed universe as well!

monday, day 7: free day

anything and everything of ur choice that wasn’t a part of the list above can be done and is encouraged!

rules: have fun!! this is NOT competition! just a fandom week-long content haul technically to bring the fandom closer together so to speak! don’t feel bad if u can’t get things in on time, as u can ALWAYS post something later or earlier! just remember to TAG @nimulotweek and use the hashtag #nimulotweek so we can track ur content and reblog everyone’s lovely contributions!

#nimulot #cursed #nimulot week

[nimulotweek]

„Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you." — Frank Sinatra

#netflix cursed #cursed netflix #nimulot #nimulot week #nimulot week day 2

[ghostlybelladonnas]

Sorry for barging in like this but... Are you nimulots on Twitter? If you are I’m so so glad I found you here. I’ve wanted to apologize for weeks. I was one of those anti Nimulot shippers on Twitter and I gotta admit I was unnecessarily rude and aggressive when it came to them. I really hurt you and your friends when your only crime was shipping something I didn’t. I’m really sorry and I hope you’re all okay.

i am!! nah dw i wasn’t hurt by it!! it’s fandom stuff it wasn’t personal but i respect if u feel like u hurt someone u actually own up to it!! we need more ppl like u in the fandom, and ironically those ppl who were my friends on twitter are shitty anyways and hurt me a lot worse. wish they could’ve done what u had the morality enough to do, but dw abt me!! nothing personal here for me but i still respect u for owning up to it bc u thought u might’ve hurt me!! big fist-bump my friend!!

#asks #ash speaks #ironic how the nimulots on twitter were the worse ones in the end 😭

[natashaswinterwolf]

Day 7- Nimulot week St. Patrick’s Purgatory  from Draoight

                       Chapter Text    some humor

The two day’s ride ended up being three, the weather and terrain slowing the horses down. The mountains in the distance were already frosted with snow, and the horsemen could tell it would be descending into the valleys in a short while. Worrying about her people, Nimue wondered if it would be possible for her and Lance to perform the rite out in the open in the cold. Lancelot was up for anything where sex with Nimue was concerned but a turn in the weather forced them to seek shelter in one of the many caves that dotted the landscape.

Of course caves were places of magic and one could stand at the mouth of cave and stare out at forever. Lancelot and Merlin gathered firewood and Morrigan used magic to dry it out quickly. A nice fire chased the chill away, but it would eventually come back and they needed to be settled by then. And settled on this night meant a warm woman in your arms with a saddle pack under your head. For Lancelot and Nimue it was a familiar position. Morrigan and Merlin had to work on it.

During the night a family of wild cats entered the cave and made their beds near the cavern wall. A solitary fox actually bedded down near the fire. They all left before the fey awakened, but Lancelot knew they had been there.  

“We had visitors last night,” he told Nimue with a smile on his face as he repacked their saddle bags.

“What kind?”

“A fox and some cats.”

“I wish I had seen them,” she replied with a wistful smile. Once the horses were saddled, they rode out into the chilly morning. The ground crunched beneath their hooves, but within the hour they were topping a ridge and pausing to gaze out across a long narrow valley. In the distance frosted with snow a blue mountain range rose above it.

Merlin led them into the valley, Lancelot bringing up the rear. By midday they were standing at the edge of Lough Derg, and Merlin was horrified. “There’s a church on our island,” he said in amazement. “I thought you said there would be dobharcus and lake monsters. Instead we are going to be facing monks….no offense.”

“None taken,” Lancelot answered.

“I haven’t been here in a thousand years,” Morrigan replied defensively. “How was I to know they would build a church on THAT island.”

“What we need is there,” Merlin continued. “There is supposed to be a cave on the island and the shard we need is there.”  Looking around for a way to cross to the island, he said, “I would rather deal with dobharcus.” Spying a dock with a pair of curracgs tied to it, they walked over to see if anyone would take them to the island.

“I’ll stay with the horses,” Morrigan offered. “No monk is going to believe I’m one of them.” To Nimue, she said, “You’ll need to cover your hair.”

“Or I could stay with you and not upset the monks,” Nimue offered.

“Cowards,” Merlin snipped and looked up at Lancelot. “They have a point but you don’t.”

“I said nothing,” Lancelot spoke up in defense of himself.

“You don’t have to. Come on, let’s see how much it will cost to sail over to the island. And we have to leave our weapons here.”

Nimue and Morrigan watched the currach slide across the water towards the island. “He really was looking forward to seeing a dobharcu,” Morrigan remarked as she waved her fingers at Merlin.

“I think Lancelot was too,” Nimue added wishing now that she was going with them, although an island of monks did not appeal to her. And there probably wasn’t any room for her on the boat.

The currach beached and the oarsman said, “I’ll be back in three days.” And he shoved off.

“Three days?” Merlin muttered to himself. “I do not plan on being here three days.” Lancelot didn’t say anything; some monks were coming to welcome them.

“Brothers,” the elder of the two greeted them with extended hands. “Welcome to St. Patrick’s Purgatory. “I am Brother Aedan and this is Brother Daniel. You will find inner peace as you fast and pray for the next three days.”

Merlin grimaced at the thought of fasting for three days. “I am honored to meet you Brother Aedan, this is my son Bradan.” Appreciating his own joke, Merlin explained, “His mother had a love of fish.”

“The fishing is excellent here,” Brother Daniel included.

Merlin looked around, noting that everything was wrapped in winter brown…except. “Is that Crios Conchulainn growing there?” he asked and pointed at the lush blooming white flowers.

“We prefer to call it meadowsweet, but aye, isn’t it remarkable?” Brother Aedan replied and led them to the very shallow iron planter. “They bloom year round without any help from us. A true miracle from God.”

A miracle all right but not from God. Merlin recognized the bottom portion of the Dagda’s cauldron. He knelt down on one knee and ran his hands over it. He could feel the magic rolling off it. Glancing up at Lancelot, he said, “We have certainly come to the right place.”

Lancelot gazed thoughtfully at the piece of iron and knew without a doubt his soul was going to burn for all eternity, because they were about to rob a church. The brothers led them to the chapel where they could pray in peace as they were the only guests on the island. Kneeling at the alter in the candle lit church, the smell of honey filling the air, Merlin looked at Lancelot and whispered, “I didn’t realize it was that big. We won’t be able to just tuck it under our cloaks and run.”

“We’ll need our own currach,” Lancelot realized aloud.

Merlin thought hard. Where was Scuabatuinne, the Sweeper of the Waves? Who got it after Lugh was killed? If only he could contact Morrigan or better yet Nemglan. “Can you reach out to Nimue?”

“I have to be touching a green plant.”

“The flowers. If you can reach her, tell her to send Morrigan this way.” When Lancelot hesitated, Merlin said,  “Do it now before they go somewhere else.”

Lancelot made the sign of the cross and rose from his knees.

“I can’t believe I’m about to rob a church.”

“It was ours first,” Merlin reminded him. “Don’t be long.”

Going from Christian rites to pagan ritual was making Lancelot a little disorientated.  Keeping his head down and his hands clasped in prayer, he returned to the meadowsweet and ran his hand over them. Keeping it hidden as best he could, he reached out to Nimue. Several heart beats later she appeared to him.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, her background indicating she was indoors somewhere.

“We found it.”

“Where?”

Lancelot lowered his gaze to the flowers. “Merlin needs to see Morrigan. I have to go.”

Nimue watched him vanish and turned to her roommate in the hostel run by the Sisters of Eternal Grace, yes she and Morrigan were hanging out with nuns. “Seems that they found the piece they were looking for, but Merlin wants to see you.”

“I should fly over now,” Morrigan teased. “Give the monks a big thrill, but I’ll go tonight.”

Merlin was beginning to think she wasn’t coming when the large back raven settled on the dry lawn. Within seconds she was Morrigan cloaked all in black from head to toe. “It’s about time,” he greeted impatiently.

“You didn’t want me to come in the middle of six o’clock mass did you?” she retorted.

“I need you to find my currach.”

Morrigan looked at him as if he were crazy. “Do you have any idea where it might be?” she asked.

“Maybe Naas? I don’t know. Find Nemglan and ask him to send his birds out.”

“It might take a few days.”

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Merlin retorted. “I just hope they don’t try to baptize me before you get back.”

Morrigan looked up at the silent Lancelot. Such a tall sweet baby. Slipping her arms around his neck she kissed him. A little magic got his lips parted for a slip of the tongue. And then she released him. “That’s from Nimue,” she said and flew away.

Merlin snorted, “Nimue, my ass.”

Sleep depravation did not bother them; they were fey after all and sleep was not essential to their existence. And fasting, while annoying to a man used to several meals a day, did not weaken them, but the constant praying and pretending to pray was taking its toll on Merlin. Lancelot taught him a few lines to speak in the presence of the monks, who owed their lives to the fact that Lancelot had left his swords with Nimue and Merlin could not convince him to just strangle them.

On the third day without any sign of Nemglan or Morrigan, they stepped into the rented currach for the ride back to mainland. Merlin didn’t know how they were going to get back to the island, but he was not leaving without that piece of the cauldron. Half way to the shore, a large white cob flew by with a raven following. Nemglan! And he had something around his neck on a leather string. His currach! It had to be Sweeper of the Waves!

Merlin and Lancelot were dropped off at the pier, where they were met by Nimue. Did she ask her father how he was doing? Or did she throw her arms around Lancelot and not come up for air for several seconds?

“People are staring,” Merlin warned her. “I mean I can’t remember if he’s your brother or not.” Gazing out at the large swan floating by, he said, “You’re late.” The swan flapped his wings but settled back in the water. “I am going to get something to eat…please tell me there is food around here somewhere…and when it’s dark we’ll come back.”

The Sisters of Eternal Grace served hot oatmeal flavored with cream and honey. Merlin ate because he was starving. Morrigan joined him and together they watched Nimue and Lancelot try to flirt without anyone noticing.

“You realize everyone knows what you are doing,” Merlin remarked and stuffed a wooden spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. Nimue moved her hand from Lancelot’s thigh and scowled at her father.

Morrigan turned to Merlin and asked with a smile, “Were we ever like that?”

“Like what?” he asked and shoveled more oatmeal into his mouth.

“Innocent.”

Merlin thought about it as his daughter scowled at him. “Never.”

Morrigan arched a fine black brow and finished her oatmeal. Humans ate horrible food. How were they ever capable of driving the sidhe underground?

Once it was good and dark, and they had their horses saddled and ready, they returned to the lake where Nemglan waited in swan form for them. Merlin took the leather thong from his neck and held the small palm sized object for the first time in centuries. “The Sweeper of the Waves,” he said in awe and started unfolding the currach.

Nimue and Lancelot watched in amazement as the small leather packet grew bigger with every unfold. This was real magic. Soon a full sized currach settled in the water. “Get in,” Merlin told Lancelot. “Nemglan we will need you.” The swan hissed and flapped his enormous wings to rise gracefully from the water. Morrigan shifted into a raven and joined him. Nimue wasn’t going to be left behind this time and jumped into the leather boat.

“Take us to the island,” Merlin said once he was settled. Without oar or wind the magical currach backed from the shore and slid smoothly across the water. Nimue grabbed Lancelot’s arm as they covered the distance without a ripple of water. Nemglan and Morrigan, still in bird forms, waited for them. Nemglan shifted into his very naked human form and helped pull the currach up to the bank. Nimue stayed in the Sweeper

The three men quietly approached the planter and studied it for a moment. “Save the flowers?” Nemglan asked Merlin.

“Leave them in the hole, maybe they won’t notice,” Merlin said. “Lancelot, use your dagger to loosen the dirt.”

Lancelot withdrew his dagger and jabbed it into the soil around the edge of the pot. Only the bottom part was the cauldron, but the planter had been added to. Once the flowers were free, the men could removed the extra part, put it in the hole and return the flowers to it. Merlin picked it up and carried it quickly back to the currach setting it in the middle of the boat. Lancelot hopped in and grabbed the edges Merlin climbed in last and with a thought sent the boat back across the waters.

They packed the large piece of iron on the pony mare while Nimue stroked her head. Then Merlin took the currach out the water, folded it back into a small package and slipped it into his pocket. Morrigan assumed her human form and mounted her white mare. Nemglan flew home.

Merlin paused a moment to decide which way they should go. The sea was pulling at him, beckoning him home.  Turning his horse towards the southwestern end of the valley, he urged his horse on. They would reach the coast by noon the next day.

#nimulotnimulot weekcursedcursed netflix

[petrichorblue94]

Guys, send me all your nimulot prompts and future!headcanons and once I finish my dissertation next week, I’m gonna write a multichapter story or a really long one-shot inspired by them.

‘Cause at this point we all have this headcanon that Lancelot and Percival will rescue Nimue and once she sees his scars and how he was conditioned since he was a child, she would forgive him but what else? Or is there something less conventional that you’re interested in exploring but don’t have the muse to write it? And intense fanfiction imagines? 

My ask is open. 

Also, if you have any Gustaf Skarsgard!Merlin prompts, let me know! 

#nimulot #lancelot x nimue #nimue x weeping monk #nimue x the weeping monk #nimue x lancelot #the weeping monk x nimue #weeping monk x nimue #cursed spoilers #cursed netflix #netflix cursed #cursed

[nimulotweek]

Today is MODERN AU OR SMUT DAY depending on which one you like more.

OR you can post both!

#nimulot #netflix cursed #cursed netflix #nimulot week

[nimulotweek]

today is day 3: enchanted!! anything and everything magical, dark, or mythical is encouraged, especially greek mythology!!!

#nimulot #nimulot week