#galehaut

[weirdundead]

Lancelot and Galehaut for "classics... but make it gay II" zine by Nova and Mali early version of this legend was deleted in later Arthurian books, so... I think it's important to remember how much how much LGBT censorship and erasure is still in many, many countries

[liminalpsych]

A very, very roughly sketched, unedited scene that wouldn't leave me alone this morning and demanded to be written (....oh hey @queer-ragnelle! I accidentally made a Lusty Month of May / May Day Parade contribution!):

The week they arrive at Sorelois. Perhaps even the day. Guinevere is half-mad with rage and grief, reeling from Arthur's betrayal, the loss of her marriage, of her court. It's the usurping of her entire life.

It makes her bold. It makes her want to be cruel. It makes her want to strike back or to take what she wants or to rebel in some small or large way. It makes her want to hurt Arthur in turn, or transgress since she has already been spurned from society and convicted for something for which she's innocent.

"There is something I wish to see," Guinevere says, there in the somber quiet of the receiving room with Lancelot, Galehaut, and Lady Bloie of Malehaut. An announcement to the air, undirected.

Lancelot responds first, of course, as expected. He kneels before her, the picture of earnest devotion. "Whatever you wish, my queen, I will strive my utmost to bring it to you."

Across the room, towering nigh to the ceiling even leaned against the wall as he is, Galehaut watches her with a carefully neutral expression. Unblinking, unsmiling, and there's the barest tightening around his eyes. He is wary of her still, and senses her mood.

The Lady of Malehaut is a different kind of unreadable entirely, lounging next to her with a spot of embroidery to keep her clever hands busy. Her full mouth is always a breath away from smiling, like she carries with her a trove of private amusements at all times. She observes from beneath half-lidded eyes, her needle flashing through cloth more by touch than sight.

Guinevere lifts her loyal knight's chin with a touch of her finger. His lips part, eyes wide and wondering. She smiles. "I want to you to give Galehaut a kiss."

Ah, if only she dared to watch Galehaut's expression in that moment! Yet she must keep her focus on Lancelot. His face pales. His breath catches in his throat. His pulse thrums against her finger like a trapped and frantic bird. "M-my queen?" he stammers, gaze darting side to side as if for an escape.

Her smile sharpens, serpentine. "Do you not wish to?"

"I— I am not—" He's breathing rapid and shallow now, on the edge of panic. It's a pretty quandary she's put him in, one with no known safe answer, and he's reeling under it.

(She feels more steady by the moment, her control re-establishing in the small sphere she still possesses.)

Galehaut steps forward. There's the edge of fury in his warning, in the creak of leather and the rattle of maille. "My lady," he rumbles.

Now Guinevere looks his way, and she lifts a graceful eyebrow at the storm in his countenance. Lancelot quivers beneath her touch, unmoored by the loss of her pinning gaze. "Will you tell me truly that you don't want this, Galehaut?"

He halts. His jaw works; the stormclouds thicken. He glares, proud and silent.

Guinevere laughs. It's a free, bell-like sound—as playful as a day a-Maying. Lancelot stills and his breathing steadies, soothed by her apparent merriment. She makes a show of taking pity on him, releasing his chin to stroke his cheek. "Do you wish to kiss me?" she murmurs, leaning closer.

His breath catches again, no different than before. He nods.

She kisses him, sweet and soft; he returns it with a small desperate sound against her lips. (It tastes like power.) He's breathless when she pulls away, and she smiles down at him, indulgent. "I know Galehaut desires a kiss from you as well," she says, "and he is the one who brought us together, yes?"

Another nod, and Lancelot seems more dazed than panicked now. Swaying towards her, and glancing shyly towards his boon companion, who draws a sharp bracing breath.

"It is not as if he's a lady," she says with a wink. "So it is not being untrue to me. And it is my request, is it not?"

"Y—yes, my lady...?"

"Do you not want to kiss him?"

"I..." Those expressive eyes flicker from her lips to Galehaut's and back again. His breath quickens again, but this time it is a little less panicked. "My lady, you ask hard questions," he says at last, helplessly.

She laughs again, darkened with satisfaction. "Kiss him, then," she commands, "and then tell me if you want to do it again."

"My lady," protests Galehaut, strained—oh, and there is longing so sharp that it is agonized, bare and naked in every rigid muscle and the aching furrow of his brow. He looks at Lancelot like a man starving. He looks at Guinevere like a man betrayed.

To give Galehaut what he so desperately desires, when he knows it is something she can take away at any moment? To receive a kiss from his Lancelot, but only on the order of Lancelot's lover-queen? For Galehaut to touch his companion in the way he desires, but only so long as Guinevere allows it, never knowing truly if Lancelot would have initiated on his own, never being certain of Lancelot's desire?

It's a power like none she's ever wielded before.

Lancelot stumbles to Galehaut on unsteady legs with a last hesitant glance over his shoulder. Guinevere smiles encouragingly and nods her approval. One last nudge—and still, Galehaut could refuse Lancelot. Galehaut is sworn to neither Guinevere nor Arthur; he needs not obey her. Galehaut could save the last unconquered edges of his heart and maintain this last barrier of distance. He could still refuse himself what he wants so badly.

Galehaut tenses, and Galehaut wavers, and Galehaut's heaves great draughts of air as if he's in the thick of a melee.

Lancelot reaches out, and Galehaut surrenders.

[roimargot]

young Arthur(right) and Galehaut (left) Galehaut is a half-giant so I see him as a quirky looking fae-rish man with no gender. People ship him with Lancelot but... I mean.... Two kings.... Together...........

[gawrkin]

(From Feminine Sexuality in the Lancelot-Grail Cycle by Stacy L. Hahn)

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

thinking about the "distant isles" Galehaut is lord of. Like, how distant could they possibly be. Gawain gets to Sorelois via bridge at one point. Which leads me to believe that the bridge is either a feat of spectacular magic and/or engineering or that Sorelois is like, five minutes from North Wales and everybody is just like NO TOO FAR

[queer-ragnelle]

Okay, since apparently no one's asked yet: Galehaut!

Lancelot Part III: Galehaut's Plans and the Interpretation of His Dreams: Lovesickness and Destiny.

Send me a character and I'll reply with a Vulgate passage!

[tillman]

>w<

[comicwaren]

From Avengers Vol. 9 #008, “Twilight Dreaming: Part Two”

Art by C.F. Villa and Federico Blee

Written by Jed MacKay

[theredandwhiteknight-if]

Galehaut/Lancelot One-Shot

(Kind of outside the story since it's during the False Guinevere plot)

"Guin told me what you promised, you know?"

Galehaut freezes as he hears Lancelot's words, "I'm sorry?"

"She told me how you promised to fight for her. How you promised to die for her. I knew you two were friends, but I did not know you held such fervent loyalty to her." Lancelot could not keep the amazement from their voice.

Galehaut struggled to respond for a minute before quietly replying, "…I don't"

Now Lancelot was confused, "what?"

Galehaut stood straighter as his voice got firmer, "I don't hold such loyalty to her. I consider her a dear friend, of that there is no doubt. And I like to think I would still help her in her time of need no matter what, but I cannot deny that she is not the main reason I am doing this.

Lance couldn't help but be surprised at the sudden passion in Galehaut's words, "Then what is?"

Galehaut just gave a tired smile. "You, Lancelot. What else?" he laughed quietly as he spoke, "It's always you."

They weren't sure how to respond, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean…?"

"You love her." As they opened their mouth to dispute it, Galehaut went on, "No. Don't deny it. I'm not here to claim what form that love takes, but it cannot be denied that you do love Guinevere deeply. Why else would you do all of this?" Galehaut asked incredulously and he gestured around, "Give up your life's dream just to save her. Just for the principal of the wrong done to her. I won't guess at what way, but you do love her. And I…" he hesitated before he stood straighter and looked Lancelot in the eye, "I love you, Lance."

Lancelot could only stare as they struggled for how to respond. Galehaut decided to keep going.

"I've loved you for so long. Surely you've noticed." He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "the rest of Camelot certainly has."

[arthurianashipbracket]

lancelot and gawain by @gringolet, galehaut and lancelot by judith jaidinger

[ID 1: digital art of lancelot and gawain embracing and kissing in a sea of blood. lancelot holds the sword with the red hilt and gawain holds a scroll. the quote “find it remarkable if you wish” is written beneath them. /end ID 1 ID 2: a wood engraving of galehaut, a dark haired beared man, and lancelot standing in front of a stone wall with a window in it, talking. /end ID 2]

[sanddef]

The best thing that ever happens in arthuriana is "I loved you before I knew the damage you would cause and I don't think I could ever stop"

[knightsofsomethingorother]

Galehaut gave up a shot at world domination for one (1) French trainwreck of a man. Good for him.

[evilhorse]

Avengers #9

[gawrkin]

The infamous "Gay-wain" moment from Vulgate Cycle.

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

Cannot stop thinking about the disconnect between how the foreshadowing in the Lancelot-Grail tells us Galehaut is going to die versus how he actually dies. All the prophecies and authorial asides that say Lancelot ultimately will leave Galehaut for Guenevere, thus dooming him. Which ... doesn't happen? He, I would argue, leaves Galehaut (not permanently, not intentionally permanently) to continue his chivalric exploits. (Although I will say there is a fascinating connection in that Guenevere is the one who is inspiring him to do his heroic best, in like a courtly love sense.) And he fails to return to Galehaut, not because he has left him for Guenevere, but because he has been kidnapped and imprisoned by Morgan le Fey. And the SECOND he gets loose and is scared and hurt and lost he books it to Sorelois to find Galehaut, and it is only a tragic accident of timing that they miss each other long enough for Galehaut to think Lancelot has died and die of grief himself.

Anyway Lancelot left Galehaut for chivalry because he couldn't envision a world where he wasn't striving to be the best knight and it took his entire world falling apart for him to realize he maybe had what he needed all along and ask to be buried with Galehaut in the Joyous Gard

[queer-ragnelle]

💝🔪🫂 Galehaut headcanons for the ask game if youre still doing these?

💝Headcanons about love language:

“Physical Touch” without a doubt. I think he wasted away to nothing in Lancelot’s absence and passed after a hard winter without him.

🔪Headcanons about fighting/violence:

I know in canon, Galehaut is only like a head taller than the average man. Which don’t get me wrong, that’s tall, I guess. But I really leaned into his giant-ness and his blade is described as long as young Gareth is tall. So. He’s a big boy and while he generally is pretty easy going, he can take out a group of non-giants with one swing. Cuts them right through the middle. Very bloody.

🫂Headcanons about friendship:

Galehaut occupies a similar position to Arthur in that everyone wants to be his “friend” but very few people actually are. Lancelot aside, I think Gawain is his true friend to him, perhaps because of Lancelot. And I think Galehaut is a solid friend to everyone, but he’s more often taken advantage of due to his generosity than he is valued for his heart.