#lancelot x guinevere

[twistedshipper]

Merlin 1x05 'Lancelot'

[daliathewitch]

Guinevere: hey, sweet! Wanna meet? 😉

Lancelot: Wouldn't your boyfriend mind?

Guinevere: I don't have a boyfriend.

Lancelot: Then who's that guy on the photo with you?

Guinevere: My husband.

Guinevere: But we're just friends!

[taliesin-the-bored]

“Lancelot Bears Off Guenevere” by Henry Justice Ford

[girl-intrigued]

Queen and her protector trope couples:

1. Alicent and ser Criston Cole

2. Naerys and Aemond the dragonknight

3. Cersei and Jaime

4. Guinevere and Lancelot

5. Helaena and Aemond One-eye

[kaoribriefs]

Guinevere and Lancelot

[alicole-sideblog]

Where the Lancelot/Guinevere affair came from

Lancelot and Guinevere's affair first appears in the Old French text Lancelot, the Knight of the Cart (c. 1177–1181). Short plot overview: Guinevere is abducted, Lancelot goes on a quest to rescue her, and they have an affair.

We can be almost certain that Lancelot and Guinevere's affair really does originate here, and was not part of the preexisting Arthurian oral tradition. There's not much recorded about non-affair!Lancelot, but the slightly later Lanzelet (c. 1194) — which has Lancelot rescuing Guinevere, but no romance between the two — seems to represent the general Lancelot lore of the period.

In the 1170s, Marie, Countess of Champagne — firstborn of Eleanor of Aquitaine — wanted to read a fic where Lancelot and Queen Guinevere have an affair. Since she was a countess, she could commission a fic.

Her court poet, Chrétien de Troyes, wrote the story. The topic assigned to him — romanticizing adulterous love — doesn't seem to have been something he was entirely comfortable with, though.

Chrétien writes this prelude at the beginning of the story where he really stresses that this was Marie's idea, not his.

Since my lady of Champagne wishes me to undertake to write a romance, I shall very gladly do so, [...] I will say, however, that her command has more to do with this work than any thought or pains that I may expend upon it. Here Chrétien begins his book about the Knight of the Cart. The material and the treatment of it are given and furnished to him by the Countess, and he is simply trying to carry out her concern and intention.

For a story whose central plot is adultery, the topic of adultery goes curiously unremarked upon. Cuckolding your king is kind of a big deal, but Lancelot and Guinevere never talk about it, or muse on it in their internal monologues. They're not guilty or conflicted in the slightest.

For unknown reasons, Chrétien's clerk, Godefroi de Leigni, wrote the very end of the story instead of him.

The Lancelot/Guinevere affair was a hit. Later texts regarding the Arthurian mythos soon began including and reworking it.

Marie evidently thought this sort of adultery was sexy. In The Knight of the Cart, no one finds out about the affair and there are no consequences. Later writers were not down with Marie's original vision and thought that flagrantly cheating on your husband is a problem, actually. So in subsequent versions of the mythos, Lancelot and Guinevere's affair ends up kicking off the downfall of Camelot. But not in The Knight of the Cart.

[acourtesanchoices]

Dear people, it FINALLY happened! Lancelot has finally admitted he’s in love with MC!

Now, given that BOMBASTIC finale, I wonder what happened for those who chose Arthur/Artura. Because MC is arrested due to infidelity, I’m guessing that if MC chose Arthur/Artura, she couldn’t be arrested on such grounds, right???

And I’m so STUPID that I didn’t even think of playing this chapter again to see what would be the outcome if I didn’t chose Lancelot.

PIXELBERRY, PLEASE! RELEASE AT ONCE THE OPTION TO REPLAY WHATEVER CHAPTER WE WANT WITHOUT RESTARTING THE BOOK!

[sapphickittykatherine]

is it really any wonder that guinevere cheated on arthur with lancelot when he's "about as subtle and considerate as a tank" when it comes to courtly love? 🤨 is my girl just supposed to settle for "no woman's man" in a time where divorce wasn't an option and marriage was essential to a woman's survival? she should have had a few more boyfriends actually she showed great restraint just loving one

[lilyoffandoms]

Guinevere Drabble - Lancelot x Guinevere

For @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be or Not To Be event (Trust Me). I’m sorry I take all your prompts from this and use them in the opposite way 😬

Warnings & A/N: Nothing I can think of that ain’t canon. Teen (? if I’m to try and rate it? maybe?) Lately I’m on a mission to extend some of the scenes PB teased us with. So this is from that late night watch scene. <900

He watches her chest rise and fall with the steady breaths of sleep. The firelight caresses her face in ways he longs to and he tries not to let his mind wander to places he can't go. To dreams that must remain just that, to feelings he can’t - no - won’t allow himself to have.

He takes out his sword, resting it across his lap as he sits before the fire in the dead of night. He looks it over and checks the edge of the blade. It is a poor distraction. In fact, the very real distraction lies not two feet from him and it is all too real what she makes him feel.

But he has a duty that he cannot fail in.

He looks up at the stars dancing across the sky overhead as the first rays of sunlight begin to erase their memory and starts naming the constellations and he wonders smiles as he recalls the way they had shone in her eyes at the start of his watch.

He sighs and sheaths his sword. Focus, he scolds himself.

He closes his eyes and listens to the night sounds around him. An owl hooting in the distance, a coyote howling and the responses of the pack that follow, her soft sigh as she shift slightly in her sleep.

He groans and rubs his face. I have a duty, he reminds himself.

He begins counting the frogs he hears croaking in the moonlight in the pond they stopped beside for the night.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

He finds himself looking at her again and it’s her breaths he is counting.

He has a duty and yet, he is amazed at how easily he could forget it all for her. He’s amazed at how easily he already has forgotten such for her. It’s not right. It’s not right at all. He cannot fail in his duty. He will not.

Her hair is splashed across her bedroll, her lips quirked a small smile, her face relaxed and peaceful in whatever dream she has found herself in. She is so close to his arm's reach, and he almost reaches for her, but he shakes that feeling from his mind and returns his hand to his side.

His eyes sag closed and he takes a shuddering breath.

He can never have what he longs to reach for.

Her breathing grows quicker and her brows begin to knit together. This is no longer a pleasant dream he realizes as a soft no escapes her lips.

He kneels in the dirt beside her bedroll before he even knows he has moved and he reaches out for the one dream he longs to call his own. The back of his fingers caress her face, turning as his thumb traces the corner of her lip, to cup her cheek.

“Shhh,” he murmurs softly.

Her eyes open, the fear and pain draining from them as she meets his eyes and leans into his touch.

The moment feels stolen with Arthur just across the campfire from them. It is stolen, his mind tells his heart and he stands and takes a step back to the seat he had left. He should apologize but he finds he cannot. He has stolen something precious and he finds he feels only joy for that stolen moment even if he failed in his duty.

She no longer looks sleepy as she sits up and stretches before standing and coming to sit beside him once again. She sits impossibly close to him and snuggles closer still. His mind screams at him to put distance between them but his duty fails him again.

He watches, mesmerized, as her hand rises and tucks a lock of hair behind his ears, her eyes tracing his face and then her hand is following the path her eyes have take. and he closes his eyes, breathing in only her.

He could forget all manner of things for her but duty. He has a sworn duty and with that his eyes snap back open and he shifts away from her.

Not as far as he should but far enough for him to gain some semblance of control back.

“Princess.”

He says the same word he always does, a plea to her, a vow to them, and a warning to himself.

“Sir Lancelot.”

She says the same words she always does, ones he has heard her whispering to him without the title in their bed upon waking in his dreams.

Duty, he reminds himself. He will not fail in his duty. He will not fail in this, he vows as he meets her eyes and smile again. She trusts him. Arthur trusts him. Trusts them.

Trust me, he promises, I will not fail in this.

But this gorgeous person before him is impossible to ignore. He will not fail her or his friend. Whatever he must suffer he will not fail her. He watches her smile grow and sees a bit of something reckless and wild there. He knows that look, knows that feeling all too well, and he just prays she doesn’t command something of him that he would be all too willing to give.

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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for Fic of the Week. Think I hit all the tag requirements 😬 you know I’m absolutely awful about that, sorry.

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

Dark!Gwen × Dark!Lancelot | the moon has risen with love and knowledge drove out innocence | [Satyrian ~ Eternitas]

[queenbirbs]

✨🥹☺️🥰✨

[illigrilltrash-blog]

Not gonna lie, I'd commit treason for him too

[daliathewitch]

Happy Valentine's Day!! Poly relationship would've saved them

[choicesnutters]

Rereading Guinevere to remember all the details leading up to the final chapters and I just got to the part where my girl Lady Elaine really said “Lancelot is rejecting me so I must die” and I have to say:

My brain is split between thinking “this is the stupidest b**** ever, you’ll get over them” and looking at Lancelot and saying to myself “okay but lowkey though I’d die too, idk if I could get over someone that fine” and hating myself for it.

[scionofguineverependragon]

lancelot: so what are your pronouns?

guinevere: address me as my/queen or don’t talk to me at all

[kaoribriefs]

Lancelot Du Lac sketch