The boy was obviously experiencing the same thing initially staring at him in fear but now in pure confusion struggling to accept the reality. This boy, whoever he was, is his soulmate. The confusion however doesn't last long. "What.. EWW! I don't want to marry you! Take it back now." Lancelot nearly felt his eye twitch at that. The very idea was repulsive. "Tell me...what exactl

After fleeing the Paladin camp with young Percival, Lancelot has only mission left in his life; to take the small boy back to his Fey clan before his wounds kills him. Like everyone else Percival wants to know everything about his new found best friend to much of his annoyance

The Weeping Monk uses Squirrel as bait for fey survivors hidden in the woods, not expecting to catch the attention of the Wolf-Blood witch.

He was dead. He should have been dead, Eyla thought shakily, stumbling back. But there he was, dressed in black robes, a sword at his belt, dark trails of tears on his cheeks.

"Witch," they say. Like a curse, like she's evil. It's a thing she internalizes. A fear she holds close.

The Hidden had charged her with two duties: to protect the Summoner, and to take the great weapon of the Red Paladins from them. She would not turn her back on them. Weeping Monk/OC "I shall bere your noble fame, for ye spake a grete worde and fulfilled it worshipfully." - Sir Thomas Malory

Eelie is taken in the night, her Fey village burned to the ground by the Red Paladins. Everyone she has ever known is murdered; except for her. She faces a fate perhaps worse than death. She faces the Weeping Monk. Lancelot/OC.

The Weeping Monk finds Nimue in Numos, and their first encounter leaves a mark.

She is a weapon if the Church because of her unknown power, But, She is also a hidden protector of the Fey. This is the story of how she found her true place and went from hatred to love. -bad at summaries-

Throughout the years, The Weeping Monk has touched the lives many. These are the stories of those he's killed, those he's spared and those that saved him. Or The Weeping Monk keeps accidentally collecting sort of friends and unwanted children. Various oc drabbles and short stories set before and during season 1

Their souls have walked the earth since the beginning of humanity, in every life they've become legends. Their tales so fascinating, but with it comes huge loss and great suffering. But they always find the light within each other. Multiple Lives/Reincarnation fic. Chapter 1: Adam & Eve, Chapter 2: Paris & Helen of Troy, Chapter 3: Current life as Lancelot & Guinevere.

Luego de sobrevivir a las flechas de Iris, Nimue encuentra un puerto seguro en una aldea en la mitad de la nada en donde descubrirá que las apariencias suelen ser engañosas, en tanto aprende que el odio puede ser más mortal que cualquier veneno.

But it was too late to back off now. He didn't even think of the fact that they knew who he was and would likely burn him. All he could think of was the little boy. Many years ago, another orphan was left alone until he was found and saved by Father. This boy shall encounter a gentler fate. And so the bloody dance began.

Nimue and the 1st Lady of the Lake have a discussion on Fate and Destiny and the story takes off from there. Everything in Season 1 is canon and the plot is centered post s1. Multiple POVs, multiple pairings to be explored.

Trying to do as Percival (Squirrel) has asked of him, Lancelot turns to face the Red Spear.

Future Fic. Arthur is struck with grief. And Guinevere holds herself together as best she can but someone begins to see through the cracks and is there to catch her when she falls. Literally.

"Death is not the end Fey Queen." But what if it was, speculative fic on what goes through her mind moments before death.

"Elayne of Astolat loved her Lord Lancelot and she died for doing so." Captured by the Red Paladins, Elayne wages war to return home and save the fey. Slow-burn.

Morgana the Witch. Morgana the Traitor. Morgana the Devil's Spawn. How unfair of them to judge her, they did not know her. They've never met her. Nor had she done any harm on these individuals.

"Your destiny is much greater than you believe. See, you follow this one and that one because you fear your own power. The Cailleach told me who would be the greatest sorceress in Britannia. And it is not the Wolf-Blood Witch. It's you, Morgana. You." What if the sword and the Hidden give hints of the same future the Cailleach saw for Morgana in an attempt to corrupt Nimue.

Terror filled Mist as she pulled away and saw the black hooded figure. His eyes were cold as ice and his face... The face of death.

His torn up back was a shrine to his failures, his mistakes, his oversights; lessons that needed to be learned. And what lesson was he to gleam from this, he wondered. That he was wrong? How could that be?

The monk's eyes rose to the sky. Perhaps if he pleaded to His Grace for the strength not to throttle the boy and his petulant ways, that prayer would be heard.

As a boy, the only thing the Weeping Monk wanted to do was to make his father proud. His father has high expectations that he can't reach but he'll try anyway. No matter what happens when he fails.