#lancelot x reader

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Hi there! Can I request a Lancelot x reader? In Wallnack, reader goes out and it worries Lancelot since he can’t read their mind and they seemed depressed. Lancelot then finds out Reader is from far away outside Brittania and was brought by force, so they were just melancholic. Both end laughing it off. Thanks!

Fandom: Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Character(s): Lancelot

Warning(s): Short, Bit Of Angst,

Readers Gender: Gn

Lancelot was panicking as he couldn't read your thoughts and couldn't even feel your magical presence anywhere. He was just gonna go to your room just to talk as you seemed upset earlier but was confused on why you were not there.

It took him awhile but he found you as you were just alone in an alleyway. Lancelot told you how much he was worried and asked his question, "Are you okay?".

After a long silence you spoke up and told him why you are even here. You were brought here by force as your family was killed and you were taken here to Brittania to be sold but lucky for you some knights from Liones noticed you and rescued you.

You just explained to Lancelot that you just felt homesick as you missed your family. Lancelot said that he understands what it feels like to miss your family.

The two of you spend that night together still side by side. Lancelot may seem cold but he does care and that's why you are comfortable with sharing your feelings to him and Lancelot just feels happy that you trust him like that.

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Lancelot (4Kota) with an S/o similar to Mitsuri Kanroji(KNY)...

Like, reader is probably a hybrid between human and giant, who just looks very human and so on, but has the strength of her giant relative, compressed muscle. She was probably even from some town like Benwick or even lived near the fairies.

but then she started interacting with humans and precisely because of her human appearance (very cute) they accepted her a lot. even with her colossal strength (they thought it was her magical power).

I have a idea/feeling that she would know Lancelot from his travels with Jericho at first por when he come back from his first journey, just the reader could realize his mixed descent and would constantly bug him to be her friend.

I'm not going to lie, at first Lancelot found her a little quite annoying because of her cheerfull attitude and her insistence on being friends, but when he saw her heart he could tell that she was sincere (apart from the fact that the reader would stop if it was too much for him) so he decided at least to let her be close.

reader was someone very bright! which contrasted VERY MUCH with Lancelot's serious and stoic attitude, she would talk and talk and talk to him about things that were happening in the town, something cute she saw the other day, the huge meal that the bartender served her and that she ate it all, etc

Lancelot would just sit still and listen with his typical :| face, but in reality it amuses him that reader is surprised by such everyday things.

Even if Lancelot said that the reader was "annoying" he left out actions that showed the opposite, such as showing her things he brought from his missions, showing her his "Sin" form and in general he listened to her and even gave her advice when she asked for it.

He liked having someone so sincere for so long, but he was pretty bad at saying it verbally, so he just showed it through actions. He's a tsundere kind of guy

(imagine if I gave the reader some type of garment/ornament like in that scene with Mitsuri and Obanai🥺it would be so cute).

Reader also tends to get emotional as they grow up, when she cries, she CRY A LOT, she almost scared Lancelot away when one time she came crying with him, he was ready to kill someone, but the reader had just seen a very big snake in her shed and she got scared😅 (a very common nickname of Lancelot to the reader is "cry baby" or "dork").

By the time they are teenagers, Lancelot not only tolerates the reader more, but also appreciates her a lot, not only because she sticks to him like glue, but because she is very sincere in what she thinks and says, someone he trusts will say the true.

For this reason, Lancelot is quite cautious with the people around her, even if he appreciates and loves her, he recognizes that she lacks a little understanding that not everyone is a good person, especially when she develops a certain phase of being in love.

Although Lancelot didn't spend much time in the city, he tried to give the reader "subtle" clues about which guys were worth it (almost none) and which weren't (almost all). Fortunately or unfortunately, the reader distanced herself from almost all of them except for ONE especially despicable one. But he couldn't really make her stop, so she just rolled her eyes at every mention of the boy.

Lancelot understands that the reader wants to fall in love, in the future maybe get married and start a family, but could she PLEASE stop going after guys who aren't worth it?

The breaking point occurs when THIS JERK not only rejected Reader(that was the least), but despises her for being a giant, telling her horrible things like "only a bear would marry you" and leaving the reader heartbroken.

Obviously the guy doesn't get very far, but the words cut deep into the reader, who never really saw her strength as something bad until that moment (or her big appetite, or "unfeminine" habits) and begins to wonder, is she the one wrong?

Lancelot (even though he is somewhat bad with emotions) had to interfere and not let the reader get to her head, so what if they were rare hybrids? He wouldn't change anything about how she was a reader, NOTHING, just as she wouldn't change anything about him.

It's a nice cute little moment.

If we talk about the current relationship, it is like the dynamic of "sunshine" and "sunshine protector" (better known as "if they're smile disappears YOU DISAPPEAR). or simply an odd couple. The reader tends to be gentler with him group but somewhat clumsy while Lancelot the most responsible but much less gentle...

Even if Reader knows how to fight, there is no way she can match Lancelot's level, so she is more of a rearguard fighter. It should not be taken lightly either. Believe me, Lancelot knows...

they're like:

Lancelot: someone is going to die--(reader covers his mouth with unhuman streng)

reader: OF FUN!

Lancelot and reader take full advantage of reader's ridiculous strength! either for the benefit of people (such as clearing paths or moving heavy stuck objects, for fights, etc) or for certain little jokes.

Lancelot probably encourages the reader to basically train her giant skills, just in case she has to defend the town she lives in or herself. I don't think he can teach her how to use "heavy metal" but he can definitely give some advice regarding elementary handling.

(Lancelot has been carried princess style by reader more times than the other way around, it's fun and cute to see).

Lancelot fully supports the great reader's appetite! She burns a lot of calories with her great strength, so she needs to eat a lot, if reader convinces him enough, they can compete to see who eats the most, they have a great series of ties.

when reader really fights, she's actually pretty good! Only of course, when she eventually reaches her point of greatest exhaustion, she begins to despair and thinks she is going to die😅 Lancelot tells her half jokingly/half lovingly that she is a crybaby, but that she did quite well on her own.

(by the way, only Lancelot can call the reader a crybaby, anyone else gets a hit on the back of the head).

In general, it's like the typical "opposites attract" but it's actually quite healthy✨

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Pairing: Weeping Monk/ Lancelot x Reader.

Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. !!!Spicy and smut parts!!!!. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +220K

Chapters:  41/41

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1. uh oh, i'm falling in love

A/N: Hello!!! I said I was gonna write and post this story ages ago and I am so sorry for how long this took!! But now I've finally posted it!!! And chapter 2 is almost finished so look out for that one!! I super hope you enjoy this series and that it was worth the wait!!!!

Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)

Summary: The King of Liones throws a party and among all the socializing, Lancelot and (Y/N) decide to spend their time breaking a few rules.

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Underage Drinking, Meliodas, Fluff, Drunkenness (Is that a word??)

Word Count: 3,088

Song Inspiration: Labyrinth By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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You lean back against the cold stone wall behind you, sighing softly. You can feel the chill of it on your back through the thin fabric of your tunic, but you don't really care much. You’re a bit overheated from the partially crowded dining hall you had been in just a few minutes earlier and you really prefer it much more out here than back in there at the moment.

Nearly everyone you know is there. All four apocalypse knights as well as all their friends, Hendy and Dreyfus, mom and dad, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gil. It’s a celebration of sorts. It’s someone’s birthday, one of the knights that isn’t Tris or Lance, though you’re not sure which one. Not that your father really needs much of a reason to throw a party anyways, but it is a nice sentiment at least.

It's not that you don't enjoy having fun with everyone, you do, but despite knowing every single person in that room, most of them aren't really your friends. Not including family, there’s only one person in there that you’re close to and by the time everyone had finished eating and scattered into different groups and conversations, you were the only person left by yourself, floundering to figure out what to do next. And so, you came outside to get some air.

"What are you doing now?" A voice says from beside you, the person sounding exasperated.

You turn to the right and crane your neck up towards the doorway leading from the dining hall to the balcony, your (Y/E/C) eyes locking with bright red ones. Your face flushes and you look away, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.

"...sitting outside?" You ask uncertainly.

Lancelot sighs before he's sitting down next to you, so close that his shoulder is touching yours. You suppress a shiver at the warmth he radiates and loosen your hold on your knees, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. You mimic his sitting position, letting your leg touch his as well, and try your best not to think of your reason for doing so.

"(Y/N), you can be friends with them, too. Friendship isn't exclusive, you know." He points out for probably the millionth time in your guys' friendship.

"I know that, Lan, but you've never managed to succeed much in making friends in the past besides me and Tris, especially not an entire group of them, and I really don't wanna get in the way of that. You deserve to just have a group of friends without any interruptions." You tell him with confidence, even though you know it doesn't make much sense in the long run.

"And that wouldn't change just because you are a part of that group. You're my friend, too, my best friend, whether you're friends with the rest of them or not." He tells you, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you force yourself to keep looking away from him for just a little longer.

"Well, still. The five of you guys have a very unique bond and I'm not gonna take the chance of getting in the way of that." You say matter-of-factly.

Your best friend snorts. "Is that the same excuse you use with your brother? Cause I know you have this same argument with him just as much as you do with me."

You groan, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, causing a dull ache that you ignore. "Can we not talk about this right now, please?" You finally look at him, your eyes pleading for him to switch topics.

His expression softens as he looks at you and he nods. "Fine. Instead, let's drink." He gets a little grin on his face that's similar to an expression you'd seen on his father's face plenty of times, but at the same time, it's somehow still just all Lancelot. He holds up a dark green bottle and two chalices which had been on the other side of him, out of your line of sight.

You were glad for the conversation change and it was your turn to snort. "What did you sneak away this time?" You ask him knowingly.

He sits up a little straighter rather than slouching against the wall and places the chalices between his legs in front of him. "I have absolutely no idea but I snatched it from one of the castle guards. Heard him bragging about how good it was to one of his buddies, so you know, I thought you and I could test it out just to be sure he wasn't lying." He smirks as he opens up the bottle and starts pouring some for each of you.

You feel a slight flutter in your chest at the thought of him specifically wanting to share it with you and you stay quiet as you inspect the liquid in the chalice he hands you. The alcohol is a light pink color, almost translucent, and the first thing you can think of to compare it to, as random as it is, is Isolde's hair. Maybe a little darker, though. It's pretty. And not at all like any alcohol you'd ever seen or heard of before.

"You sure this is safe to drink?" You ask him sceptically as you turn your face towards him, though your eyes stay on your drink. "This isn't gonna turn out to actually be poison or anything, right?"

​​​​​​You bite your lip as you hear him let out that arrogant chuckle of his under his breath. "No, it's not poison, (Y/N). Now, c'mon, are we drinking or what?" He holds his chalice out and looks at you expectantly.

You shake your worry away and look at him with a small grin, tapping your chalice against his with a soft clink before you both take your first sip. Your eyes widen as the taste hits your tongue. It's sweet, with a slightly bitter undertone, and a deep burn as it slips down your throat that isn't unpleasant and definitely wouldn't be expected based on how sweet it is.

"Damn." Lancelot mutters appreciatively against the lip of his cup.

"Agreed." You mumble before taking a deeper gulp and enjoying it, closing your eyes and humming.

You pull your chalice away from your lips, intent on savoring what's left in it since it's your first time trying it, but Lancelot is gradually relaxing more against your side and the feel of his body still touching yours feels so much nicer than it should and you guys have an entire bottle to yourself and suddenly savoring your drink is the last thing on your mind as you shrug your shoulders and chug the rest of it down, sighing softly at the sweetness of it.

You relish in the taste for a few moments longer before grabbing the bottle from its spot in between Lance’s legs and refilling your chalice, though you misjudge and almost spill some of it over the rim of the cup. You giggle softly at yourself. You're quickly starting to realize that whatever this stuff is, it works fast, but you don't really mind.

"Hey, don't spill any of that, I only got one bottle this time and I don't wanna waste any of it." The boy beside you says sternly and at his words, you put every ounce of your focus into not spilling a single drop of alcohol until your chalice is filled and you hold the bottle out in his general direction.

He takes it from you and you take a long drink, sighing softly in content and slouching back against the wall, allowing your head to tip to the side and land on Lancelot's shoulder. He stiffens slightly beside you even as he leans his head against yours and you wonder if it’s the alcohol. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you have a fleeting thought that it’s strange for you to be so physically close with him, but it was gone as quick as it had come.

It seems that Lancelot's mind, however, lingers on it a little longer. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, his voice almost a whisper and his words slightly slurring already.

"I'm relaxing." You state like it's obvious, noticing the same slur in your own voice. You take another drink as your eyes close before continuing. "Your shoulder is a really comfy pillow. And you're so warm." You find yourself leaning further into him as the cold wind blows against your mostly uncovered arms.

"(Y/N/N), people could walk right over here and see us like this." He says in that same soft tone, some emotion in his voice that you can't quite place in your current state of mind.

"So what?" You slur, finishing off your second drink. "'S not like we're doin' 'nything. Don' worry 'bout it, Lancey." The nickname you hadn't called him since you were nine slipped out without you asking it to, but thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.

You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to see him refilling his own drink and then yours, the bottle now empty. As you bring the chalice to your lips once more, you hear him speak so quietly that you're certain his words are only meant for his own ears, not yours.

"What am I going to do with you, huh?" The question is asked with a voice full of affection and you can't help but smile.

"Ya know, gettin' back to our rooms is gonna be a pain in the ass." You point out. "Next time, you gotta try an' find out how strong the stuff is before we drink it."

"Ah, shit." He curses and you snicker.

"Mmmm, maybe we can jus' sleep righ' here." You suggest, seriously considering it.

He lifts his head off of yours and you can't help but pout slightly as he starts shifting beside you. "We can't jus' sleep here, (Y/N/N). We gotta try and get to our actual beds." He reasons.

You groan as you sit up. "Ugh, why do you gotta be right?" You mumble.

He laughs softly as he sits up, leaning over your legs to nestle the empty bottle and now once again empty chalices into the corner of the balcony beside you. Seeing the action suddenly makes you wonder how he had even snuck any of it onto the balcony in the first place, but you're quickly distracted as Lancelot stands up.

He wobbles slightly as he does, reaching a hand out to steady himself with the wall, then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it and allow him to help you stand, both of you taking a moment to gather your bearings and get used to standing. The world around you is wobbly and keeps going out of focus, but you have no choice but to force your vision to stay as clear as possible, as you will now have to walk quite a bit before you can get off of your feet again.

Simultaneously, you both step through the doorway and into the dining hall slowly and you squint at the brighter lighting, blinking quickly. "Here goes nothin'." Lancelot says quietly, and you both start making your way across the room as fast as your alcohol-infused brains will allow without either of you falling flat on your face. You manage to avoid catching the attention of anyone else in the room until about halfway to the doors leading to the hallway.

"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Your dad calls from behind you and you freeze. Neither of you dare turn around, knowing that if you do, he'll immediately know what you and the blonde next to you have been doing. From your slow, uncertain steps to the bright flush that you just know is covering your face, your drunkenness would be completely obvious, and you know Lancelot is in a similar state.

You try to force your voice into some semblance of normal, trying to keep from slurring. "Yeah, F-Father, 'im fine." You tell him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lancelot nod his head in agreement with your statement.

Your dad gives a small hum as you blink and suddenly he's right beside you. Your eyes widen and you hear Lancelot choke before trying to cover it up with a cough. Your dad's expression is the same as always, just a casual, neutral expression that gives away none of his actual thoughts. However, in one of his hands is a bottle, and in his other is two empty chalices. None of the items ever had any special markings. Those could be any two chalices. That could be any old bottle of alcohol. But knowing your father, you know for a fact that they're the exact items that you and Lance had just left behind on the balcony.

You internally curse as you give your father an uncertain and sheepish grin. Your dad doesn't say anything else or react at all at first, but then he adjusts his hold on the chalices so that he can hold the bottle with the same hand as well, leaving one of his hands free. He suddenly gives his signature grin and his hand pats your back. It would've been a perfectly normal gesture except his hand comes down a little more forcefully than normal, causing you to stumble forward and almost fall on your face.

"Well, that's good! Go rest up, 'kay? We got a big day tomorrow!" He starts walking away but stops to do the same back patting move on Lancelot before he's moved across the room to do something else.

You and Lancelot turn to look at each other with wide eyes before you both turn forward and move as quickly as you can to get out of the room and into the hallway. Once the doors to the dining hall close behind you, you loop your arm with his without much thought to it, but you end up needing the support anyways as the two of you stumble through the halls.

Once you make it to your door, Lancelot starts to pull his arm away from yours, but you're quick to latch onto it again. "You gotta help me get to my bed." You whine softly, not caring much how you sound at this point.

He chuckles softly and the sound fills you up with a slight giddiness. "'Kay, fine." He says, pushing your doors open.

You both stumble into the room as the closing of the doors leave you in the very dim lighting of your bed chambers. You walk further into the room before your foot hits the corner of the long rug across the floor and you trip, falling forward. You yelp as you hit the ground and you hear a curse from beside you. You realize that you were still holding onto Lancelot's arm and had ended up dragging him down with you.

"'M sorry." You mumble quietly.

"'S fine." He reassures me.

You realize that you should probably get up now, but you're starting to get sleepy and your carpet is soft and you feel yourself sagging more into it. You look beside you to see Lancelot flipping over onto his back.

"Floor's comfy." He says softly.

You hum your agreement and after a moment of hesitation, you roll over and snuggle right up to him, your head going onto his shoulder and your arm throwing itself loosely over his chest and waist.

He gasps softly, freezing up, and you think for a moment that maybe you shouldn't have just done that. You're not really sure why you did it in the first place. Ever since laying your head on his shoulder earlier on, you had wondered what it would be like to snuggle all the way into his side, what it would be like to maybe even have his arms completely wrapped around you. You refuse to admit it right in this moment, but you’ve been wondering these types of things for awhile now, despite knowing you probably shouldn't. He’s your childhood best friend, you should see him as a brother, not as a potential romantic connection. But deep down you know that these feelings for him are inevitable considering you’ve had them for years. And so, when you saw him just laying there, you couldn't help yourself. It was like an instinct.

But now you’re wondering if he's been uncomfortable with you being all over him as you recall the way he stiffened earlier and the way he questioned your actions. You push away from him, opening your mouth and getting ready to apologize, when he suddenly beats you to it.

"No, wait-" His voice is suddenly filled with a strange sense of panic as his arm quickly curls around you and pulls you back against him, your head coming to rest on his chest this time, though neither of you voice any complaints. Your arm goes back around his torso as his stays curled around your waist. "Stay, please." He says in a tone of voice that even you very rarely hear from him. It’s pleading, vulnerable. Almost afraid, in a way. Of what, you aren't quite sure. But you aren't going to question him about it, not sure you'd even get an answer if you did.

"Okay." You try your best to pronounce the whole word, feeling it important to do so. "'M here." You say, trying your best to reassure whatever fears are currently nestled into that strange brain of his.

He suddenly turns onto his side and wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer, your face in his chest and his face in your hair. The motion was quick, like he was in a hurry to do it. You relax completely, practically melting into him and the floor under you. You're completely surrounded by him and suddenly you want nothing more than to stay here for the rest of your life.

You nuzzle your face against his shirt as your eyelids start to droop. It's been a long day and the alcohol coursing through your system hasn't added to your energy at all. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Lancelot mumbling something that sounds like, "Smells nice." As he burrows his face further into your hair.

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A/N: What do y'all think?? Please let me know!! I should have chapter 2 finished soon, there's going to be both a male!reader version of it and a female!reader version of it. Pronouns still aren't specified, but there's a certain part of the chapter that differs greatly depending on gender, tbh, so if you'd like to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know which version you'd like to be tagged for!! You can also ask to be tagged for both versions if you'd like to be!!! Thank you for reading!!!

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the chalice is filled with our blood

「lancelot (shadow t hedgehog) x gn!reader // a little suggestive」

Standing before your gargantuan mirror, twines of ornate lace sprouted and supported its mass; each carving of fine wood reflecting its grandiose state, and yet you couldn’t help disassociate as you stared back at the person cocooned in such opulence.

Wretched sorrow flooded your chest crevice, festering around your heart until you felt bubbles of nausea coat your throat. And from behind you, the only knight entrusted with watch over King Arthur’s only child was busy unbuttoning the taut corset suffocating your body.

“I’m sorry to make you do this, Lancelot,” you contritely apologized as you felt a tremble inflict itself into your fingers, “All of the maids were occupied preparing for the prince’s arrival and—” 

“It’s fine,” Lancelot’s rough voice interjected your confession, finding it increasingly difficult to stay riveted on the task at hand with how you quivered. It was revolting, the way you were vulnerable and powerless.

As instructed by your puissant father, you were to be wed to the prince of a neighboring kingdom in efforts to expand his reach across the continent. Lancelot believed that his King’s orders were absolute, and yet…

Heaving a sigh, the sensation of Lancelot’s metal gloves trailing along your shoulders to dip down the fabric of your shirt evoking chills down the column of your spine, you gave a crushed, weak smile, “Am I not pathetic? I’m suppose to become a part of the ruling party, but I can’t even get undressed by myself.”

“What else am I here for, your grace?” Lancelot was growing agitated and irate from this conversation, this situation. “I truly don’t mind.”

Disrobing you of your garments shouldn’t have been something you’d ever asked of your beloved knight, the one who’d been protecting you since your childhood, and yet the exhaustion of this upcoming wedding had unmistakably depleted you of all your strength.

Lancelot had been staunchly by your side through everything thus far in your life, and you couldn’t truly be more grateful to have him with you through this dreadful point of life. Of course you didn’t want to marry some man you’ve only met a handful of times, but your father was insistent on this nuptials.

“You don’t think…” you started, trepidation inundating your stomach cavity at the mere notion that saying your thoughts might manifest them into reality, “... Father will make you stay here in the kingdom, do you?”

Perhaps it was simply the thought of losing Lancelot that plagued you with misery.

“I can’t say for certain,” Lancelot said as he observed attentively to how the final article of clothing plummeted to the ground around your feet, leaving you only in your undergarments before him. “But I’ll dutifully follow the King’s first order: Protect [Name].”

“Hehe, thank you, Lancelot…” you chortled feebly, the normally heavenly sound fading deep into the tension. And Lancelot couldn’t stop himself from clenching his fists by his side, seething.

Lancelot wasn’t naive—he knew you didn’t believe him when he vowed to stay with you—but the thought of following you to the ends of the world made his aching heart feel a little lighter. Even if he was staying by your side as nothing more than your knight, not lover or husband.

Was the ultimate knight really such a weak creature?

Satisfied with nothing more than empty, spurious wishes?

As he peered over your shoulder, transfixed on your dewy-eyes, Lancelot felt spirals of resolve skate over his insides in short, frenzied bursts. Impelled by the force within him, Lancelot stepped forward and encircled his arms around you tightly from behind.

“Don’t thank me for something I haven’t yet proved to you,” Lancelot murmured against the shell of your ear, eliciting a plethora of goosebumps to rise to your body. “I swear to you now, my grace, I won’t ever leave your side. Your dreams and wishes are my guiding light, they’re my priority.”

Hearing him pledge himself to your sole allegiance made your heart flutter with rapture, and you asked, “What will you do to make me trust your oath?” Lancelot truly didn’t have to do anything, you believed him with your whole being.

“This,” he breathed coolly, lips attaching themselves into the crook of your neck. With one hand on your chest, Lancelot slid the other one down to your navel; going lower, and lower…

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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SFW🌿

⭑ The fae like to watch the human world. Laughing over their merry follies and ridiculous customs. 

⭑ And you had watched Lancelot from afar; his bravery, his nobility. It was starkly different from the other men you had seen but also encountered. 

⭑ You were forbidden to enter the realm of the humans. 

⭑ Being fae, you’re more of a hot-blooded, bold and blunt person. Grace isn’t in your language, and kindness feels like a foreign subject. 

⭑ You saw Lancelot get in and out of trouble for months. But with the rising discourse in Camelot, the fear of Morgana and the rumors milling about the kingdoms, you knew you couldn’t sit by for much longer. 

⭑ There was a pull in your stomach, and without thinking, you had jumped into action. Your powers were unique; you weren’t a sorcerer but knew much of magic. 

⭑ You saved the Knights, but you did it all for Lancelot. 

⭑ Merlin knows what you truly are; he figured it out quite quickly. 

⭑ And you tell Lancelot before your wedding. He’s shocked. He thought the fae were a myth, or were little blue creatures that caused trouble. 

     “I mean, I can change how I look...” Your eyebrows furrowed together. 

“If you want to, you’re beautiful no matter what colour you are. Although I think you would stand out in a crowd. Actually, it would make it easier to find you-” 

⭑ Percival is like your big, little brother. You constantly tease him.

⭑ Oh, you are such good friends with Gwaine. There is so much chaos and trouble when the two of you are around. 

⭑ Guinevere finds you very intriguing but is a bit wary about you at the beginning. She thinks you’re up to something. But over time she starts to trust you, and you guys have a really strong bond. She can count on you for the truth. 

⭑ He absolutely ADORES calling you his wife. That’s your pet name, ‘My Wife.’ 

⭑ Being married in secret, and one day the Knights notice the gold band on both of your married fingers and they absolutely LOSE IT. 

      “WHY WEREN’T WE THERE?!” Gwaine would whine, giving you major puppy dog eyes. 

      “We didn’t want it to be a big event!” You retorted, patting him on the shoulder. 

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Mutual Pining (neither knowing that the other has feelings.) 

  ✧ Precious Cinnamon Roll + Hot-head (and you’re the hot head...)

“Y/N, it’s alright.”

       “Is it though?!” 

  ✧ Stable, Grounded Bodyguard + Absolute Terror

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Lancelot treats you like a queen. Always asks for your permission and if he’s touching you in the right places. 

⭑ He likes to be dominated and will do whatever you command him to

⭑ Lancelot would definitely be up for pegging too

⭑ He likes it when you bite his earlobe 

⭑ His moans are glorious, they’re your favourite noise 

⭑ Lancelot likes it when you ride him, cowgirl is his favourite position 

⭑ And he definitely has a breeding kink

⭑ I think Lancelot has pushed down his desire for a long time. And when you guys finally get to have sex, he completely lets lose. 

⭑ He is very big on aftercare. Even though no one taught him, and overhearing other men, they had never brought such a word up. Lancelot knew that what happened after sex was just as important. 

⭑ His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. He loves it when you lay your head underneath his chin. He loves the smell of your hair. 

[free-for-all-fics]

Random Night at the Museum thoughts and fic ideas. Pls tag me if any of these inspire you to write something 💜

1. What if you were a monochrome wax figure of Al Capone’s wife and reunited with him in the Smithsonian? What would your romance and relationship be like? (During or after the events of the movie is up to you)

2. What if you were Lancelot’s sister. Lancelot misses you, especially when he feels homesick for Camelot after learning it’s not real, so you’re made into a wax statue and transferred to the British museum as a surprise for him.

3. Imagine Lancelot always coming to your rescue and acting as your knight in shining armor, whether you’re actually in danger or not. (Whether you’re a wax figure or a human who works there is up to you.)

4. Imagine being Guinevere’s best friend/lady in waiting. You’re also Lancelot’s lady love and the motive for his quest to find the holy grail. Maybe in the legend, you were dying from a wound or sickness, so he stole the tablet and rode for “Camelot” to return to you, before Larry told him the truth. What if you were made into a wax figure and brought to life as a surprise for Lancelot after the events of the film? So yay you’re saved and now can live happily in the British museum together.

5. Meeting and courting Lancelot from night at the museum 3 would be like? Imagine trying to teach him human/modern things he doesn’t understand. He’s very confused, but you admire his enthusiasm.

6. What if you were a stablehand in the legend of Camelot and like a horse whisperer who raised and trained the noble steeds including Lancelot’s white horse. You’ve been able to tame the most wild of horses. You’re either friends with or in a relationship with Lancelot. Platonic or romantic is up to you. Imagine if Lancelot’s horse finds you in the museum first before he does lol.

7. Imagine if instead of Nicky, it was you who Lancelot held at knifepoint for Larry to give him the tablet. He kidnaps you for leverage to escape the museum and after he realizes the monkey was the quest, he begs for your forgiveness.

8. Imagine being a wax figure as well and sneaking out of the museum with Lancelot to experience Renn Faire. You saw a flyer for it and you both just had to go. You make it back before sunrise it’s fiiiiiiiiine.

9. Imagine Lancelot taking you horseback riding in the museum and you sit together on his white horse.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Struggles and decorations

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Pairing: Lancelot x GN!Reader

Rating/Warnings: SFW, there’s slight arguing going on, revelation of secrets

Word Count: 2526

Written by: @maria-chwan

Prompt: “You are being awfully sarcastic for someone dangling upside down in a mess of tinsel.”

“Enough of being nervous! I’m going!” MC said in front of the mirror. They frowned determinedly and stepped out of their bedroom and out to the hallway in the Red Army headquarters. 

MC had been trying to slip into their new role as a permanent resident on the Red Army grounds. They had started dating Lancelot just recently. When MC had requested a job as a “flexible jack-of-all-trades” for the headquarters staff, Lancelot had arranged it with the head of the staff. 

MC had the freedom to talk with the head of the staff each morning about what sections needed help. After that MC could choose which one of those sections they would like to help that day. During the past couple of weeks they had been helping kitchen staff, garden staff, cleaning staff, stables staff - you name it. However, the freedom to change where they worked each day meant that more than once the high officers were surprised to see MC working around them when they didn’t expect to.

MC had been trimming trees in the deep part of the garden that was on the Red Army grounds, when Zero had suddenly appeared, strolling the pleasant path under the trees. The Ace of Hearts had quickly frozen up when he had seen MC. The moment had ended with Zero hastily backing away and leaving the garden, but not before giving MC a nervous and slightly apologetic look.

Another time MC had brought Jonah his horse from the stables. Jonah had looked beyond surprised to see them take care of his horse when other members of staff that Jonah was much more used to usually did that. The Queen of Hearts had defended his opinion by muttering quietly that other staff members had to have more experience than MC. MC had given him a look of disappointment and well-deserved sass with a hint of nervousness, to which Jonah had answered with flipping his hair and grumbling the whole time it took for him to lift himself up in the saddle. 

Another day MC had been cleaning the floor in the hallway in front of Kyle’s infirmary and Kyle had stepped out. The doctor had spent the whole evening in his room after his duties had ended and there was no doubt that he was drunk on alcohol now. The moment he had seen MC his eyes had widened. 

“MC?” Kyle had said, taking a step back and looking surprised. “I thought that Anita would be cleaning around here.”

“Oh. Well, you know…” MC had said, feeling just a bit amused about the way Kyle exited his infirmary looking like a hermit. “Remember that I’m the jack-of-all-trades member of staff?”

Kyle had stared at MC and opened his mouth to say something. Before he could do that though, he had looked behind MC and seen Lancelot approaching them. Kyle had immediately gone stiff. 

“Hi, MC”, Lancelot had said. “I came to see if you were free from work yet.”

“Hi. No, not yet. I still have to clean this hallway up”, MC had said, turning to look at Lancelot warmly.

Lancelot had stopped to stand next to MC, nodding his head at his s/o before turning his attention on Kyle. He had looked at Kyle quietly, while Kyle had grimaced and stepped back, as if he didn’t want to be in this situation. He had frowned, looking more upset than usual probably because he was a little drunk.

MC had looked at Kyle, trying to understand what was going on. Kyle had glanced at her and quickly looked away, but before that MC had noticed the sharp glare in his eyes. Kyle had quickly gone away without saying anything and left MC and Lancelot alone in the hallway, but MC had seen enough to be sure that for a moment Kyle had been angry at them for being there. 

Later Zero had reached out to MC to apologize about his behavior in the garden. MC had met with him on the balcony to have some tea that Zero had prepared for them. In the soft light of the setting sun against the pink sky MC had accepted Zero’s apology. Now MC was asking Zero if he knew why he and the other high officers had been acting this way towards them. 

“For me it was a stressful day”, Zero had said, drinking his tea with an embarrassed blush on his face. “I had been feeling stiff and ready to snap for hours and I wanted to try to relax on a stroll through the deep part of the garden, like I always do when I have days like that. I’m used to the two members of the staff that usually work there and when I saw you… I was apparently not ready for you to be there. Sorry, I should have reacted better.”

“That’s okay”, MC had said. They had already nagged and scolded Zero for a short while earlier to get the frustration out of their system. They had shown the nervous Ace a mischievous grin immediately afterwards and soothed them to get them to relax. “What about Jonah?”

“Jonah is probably just like that”, Zero said, looking not happy about that before his face softened and he had smiled a bit awkwardly to comfort MC. “I don’t know what Jonah is thinking, but he might not be used to you helping him yet. And he might feel a bit intimidated about the fact that you are our King’s significant other. I catch myself feeling like that sometimes.”

“Huh? Really?” MC asked, urging Zero to back up his statement. 

“Yes”, Zero insisted, placing his teacup on the table while keeping his eyes on MC. “King Lancelot chose you to be his partner. We know that and we have also seen what you are capable of. We, his high officers, will always respect and feel a bit intimidated by you.”

“You don’t say…” MC said, looking like they believed Zero now. They had to feel that information set in for a second before they blinked and their eyes turned sly. 

“Jonah might also be jealous.”

“That might be true”, Zero said, smiling slightly.

“And Kyle might be…”, MC had said, trailing off when they remembered how uncomfortable Kyle had gotten when Lancelot had appeared. Kyle had also been drunk. Maybe the doctor had felt disappointed in himself when Lancelot had just stood there. He might have felt like Lancelot was judging him.

Zero went to say something but MC quickly coughed, wanting to give Kyle some privacy and not talk behind his back. Zero seemed to understand and took a sip of his tea instead. 

“Do you really have nothing bad to say about Edgar?” Zero had asked, looking confused. 

“No, not really”, MC had said. “He hasn’t reacted to my presence in a weird way.”

Zero had scoffed softly, looking annoyed that Edgar was the only one getting good marks.

After that the winter season had quickly turned into the Christmas season. 

Wherever MC went around the headquarters, they saw Lancelot and his fellow high officers decorating the premises with Christmas accessories. Hearing the shouts and sounds of hurrying coming from the dining room, staircase and the lobby, MC walked past them, trying to find a place where they could be alone. They were just a bit hesitant to be around their colleagues and so they decided to face them later. 

MC entered the chandelier room. In front of the library there was an intersection of hallways that had a large and heavy chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Nobody had decorated it and there were no people around. Noticing that there were leftover decorations inside some boxes in the library, MC rolled up their sleeves and got to work. 

Only minutes later they were standing on a tall ladder and wrapping a long red tinsel around the chandelier. That was a good start. After that they were planning on hanging up some stars and crystals next to the tinsel. Covering the chandelier with tinsel might have been easier with two people, but MC was not the jack-of-all-trades for nothing. They could do this alone. They reached forward to decorate the other side of the chandelier-

Suddenly they were hanging upside down in the air, only because the tinsel had caught them when they had fallen and also because the chandelier was sturdy and strongly attached to the ceiling. Otherwise they would have plummeted straight down from three meters and broken their legs or at least a few ribs for sure. 

MC blinked and suddenly felt the tinsel move. The weight of their body was pulling the tinsel and somehow the tinsel was lowering slowly towards the floor and not dropping their body straight down from a dangerous height as they had feared. 

The whole situation was kind of silly, because MC had been quiet the whole time they had found themselves in danger. They had not even breathed sharply. 

After a few seconds MC was still hanging upside down in the air, wrapped in tinsel, but their body had descended a couple of meters. Their head was hanging about one and a half meters above the ground. When they looked around at the walls and furniture, everything was upside down. 

That was the moment Lancelot suddenly entered the room with Jonah on his side and the other officers behind him. 

“MC-” 

Lancelot said their name quickly, looking pale and lost for words when he saw the situation MC had ended up in. 

“Hi”, MC greeted him weakly.

Lancelot looked up.

“Did you… fall from three meters?” he said, sounding like he was imagining the scenario and he could not believe that MC had almost seriously injured themself. 

“Looks like it”, MC said. 

“What on Earth were you doing?!” Jonah lashed out sharply. He had big droplets of worry forming on his forehead. 

Zero, Kyle and Edgar emerged from behind the King and Queen, each of them taking a look at the situation. All of their eyes widened and they spread out in the room next to Lancelot and Jonah, ready to help. 

“What am I doing?” MC muttered, feeling wrongfully shouted at and so they pointed a finger back at Jonah. They noticed an opportunity to rant and took it. Even if they felt embarrassed about it, the chance was too good.  “What were you doing when you criticized me a while ago, Jonah?”

“What?” Jonah asked, but his eyes widened when he realized what MC was talking about. 

“The time I brought your horse to you!” MC talked more loudly, gathering more strength behind their words and not caring if they were being dramatic. “You weren’t happy with what I could do for you then! Are you saying that I’m bad at putting up decorations too? Huh?”

Jonah could see that there was no doubt about it. MC was calling him out. The Queen of Hearts went stiff and flushed red. He glanced at Lancelot nervously, not knowing what to say.

“And while I’m going at it”, MC said, feeling worked up, so they pointed a finger at the man who they were dating.  “Lancelot!”

“Y-yes?” Lancelot answered.

Jonah, who was standing next to him, jumped from shock, not expecting MC to shout at Lancelot either. 

“You should buy Kyle MORE ALCOHOL!” MC said loudly. “So that you can get blasted out drunk together! Kyle can’t otherwise take your disapproval of his drinking habits!”

Kyle’s mouth dropped open and he stared at MC, looking like he couldn’t believe that his secret was out in the open. He reached his hand out, fingers trembling, but he was already too shocked to form words. 

Lancelot looked like he was also struggling to form words. 

“Zero!” MC yelled. 

“Yes??” Zero answered, his eyes going wide. 

“... Actually, nothing”, MC said, now regretting that they had called Zero’s name. The Ace had already explained enough.

The silence that followed was hilarious. Every officer was looking shaken.

“Did Zero do something to make you that bothered?” Lancelot asked MC hesitantly, turning his head to look at Zero as if to ask - really? That Zero?

“No, not really! Don’t worry about it! He made really good tea afterwards and we are good now!” MC hurried to explain.

Zero sighed from relief.

“What was it that you said about Jonah not appreciating your work?” Lancelot asked. 

MC and Jonah both swallowed, neither of them actually ready for this conversation. 

“Jonah”, Lancelot addressed the Queen of Hearts, looking serious. 

“Let me down!” MC shouted, flailing their arms and legs around while trying to escape the tinsel. “I gotta defend Jonah! I feel bad that I said those things about him!”

“Do you really have no problems AT ALL with me?” Edgar asked them, looking smug.

“You are my problem number one right now!” MC barked at Edgar, looking furious. “Stop looking so damn happy!”

Zero rushed to scold Edgar and tried to wake Kyle up from his shock at the same time. Jonah was fumbling with his words, trying to explain to Lancelot the things that MC had said. 

Lancelot focused his attention on MC. MC was glaring daggers at Edgar while hanging upside down and their body was doing a silly pose without them noticing. 

Lancelot felt captivated by the sight.

MC kept staring at Edgar like they wanted to kill him. They had been hanging down from the tinsel against their will long enough. 

Lancelot didn’t doubt that if Jonah or Edgar had approached MC right now, MC would have unleashed a vocabulary of rage that would have made everybody in the room have goosebumps. The hate that was burning in MC’s eyes would have scared anyone, even if MC did apologize afterwards. 

Lancelot started walking towards MC. Behind him, the chaos continued. 

MC saw someone approaching from the corner of their eye. They turned to look to see Lancelot taking one more step before stopping in front of them. 

MC took in the sight of him. Lancelot, focused on them. MC felt the tension slowly leave their body.

Lancelot embraced the moment. He loved that MC could look at him while being angry and the tightness on their face would go away and they would look calm and happy in just seconds. Only he had that effect on MC and he loved it. 

“Hi”, Lancelot said softly. 

“Hi”, MC greeted him back warmly. 

Lancelot stepped closer, taking MC’s face and holding it in his hands. MC smiled, looking happy at the intimate gesture. 

“I’m amazingly honored to be the one person who can make you relax when you are angry”, Lancelot spoke in a low and warm voice.

“That might just be cocky of you”, MC said, smirking.

“You are being awfully sarcastic for someone dangling upside down in a mess of tinsel”, Lancelot said with an amused voice. He swiped MC’s cheek affectionately with his thumb and looked at MC with a question in his eyes. 

MC had an idea what he was asking and they nodded. Feeling Lancelot’s warm breath on their face only seconds later, they smiled. 

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

omg omg "Feel free to just grab me and kiss me whenever you want" with literally anyone you see fit? I can't even decide who I want this written for

I’m gonna write this for Lancelot bc I just had the most adorable idea omg

Lancelot stepped back, abruptly ruining the moment. He looked absolutely mortified, cheeks bright red and eyes wide. “I’m so sorry.”

You gaped at him. That was the first time you ever heard someone apologise for kissing you. “What?”

He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have assumed that was what you wanted, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“Gods, Lancelot,” you muttered, striding over to him and cupping his face in your hands. “Feel free to just grab me and kiss me whenever you want.”

Without giving him time to protest, you leaned in and kissed him again. Lancelot only made a small, surprised noise at the back of his throat before his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

When you finally pulled away to breathe, he smiled at you, the sunlight catching in his bright eyes. “I will definitely keep that in mind.”

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Okay last one for now, but "You feel like home” with Lancelot?

yesyesyes omg

"You're warm", you sighed. "And comfortable. And if you keep running your fingers through my hair I will fall asleep."

Lancelot chuckled lightly, but made no move to stop. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Depends. What do you think about carrying me back to Camelot?"

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Sounds lovely, but tiring."

You crossed your arms behind his neck and pulled him closer - good thing you'd been lying in just the perfect position to be able to kiss him and still not have to move much. You could just pull him down with you right now if you wanted-

"What are you doing?", you muttered as he slipped out of your grasp and instead lifted your chin with his thumb.

"You're amazing", he whispered. You laughed.

"Says Sir Perfect."

"I'm being honest. You're amazing, I don't tell you that enough, you're cunning and brave and you make me feel wonderful and-"

You interrupted him with a kiss.

"You make me feel like I'm finally home", you said, smiling at him and running your hand through his hair. "Nobody has ever made me feel like that."

[mycheese-tasted-like-applepie]

#99 - GIMME THE ANGST. With Gwaine and Lancelot (who the reader ends up with is your call !!) She is v close with both of them but only one relationship is..intimate. and the other is brotherly. But Gwaine/Lancelot doesn’t realize that 😅 PLUS #8, #31 (obviously), andddd #72??

I can try my best💖 We all know my feelings on Gwaine, so we can guess where this is going😂

*Maybe a bit of angst*

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Only One

You wonder why your heart did it; made a love that can’t be shared between two men you cared for deeply.

#8 “Why are you crying?”

#31 “I’m not jealous.”

#72 “Did you just… wait, you love me?”

#99 “It kills me to think about you having a life with someone else.”

You never thought that two men could possibly pine over you so much. I mean, Gwaine was an obvious flirt, but Lancelot was also rather charming. These men have managed to worm their way into your heart, but you knew that you couldn’t have both.

There was only room for one.

However, you cared for both Gwaine and Lancelot deeply. How could you possibly just pick one? In the end, you decided to just do nothing. You would let this play out until your emotions made the choice for you.

It was not easy.

Things started with a banquet in honor of a tournament that was going to be held. There was dancing, food, wine, you name it. Several of the guests were out dancing, and you were one of them.

You were in the arms of Sir Gwaine, with a very peeved Lancelot watching from the sidelines.

“Wish that was you?” Merlin asked in a teasing manner when he noticed Lancelot watching the two of you with his arms crossed.

“Why would I want to dance with Gwaine?” The knight asked back in an irritated manner, causing the sorcerer to smile.

“So, you are jealous?” Merlin pushed again.

“I’m not jealous.” Lancelot answered rather quickly, giving Merlin the answer. He was all too aware of the rivalry going on between Gwaine and Lancelot.

“Right.” The servant said with raised brows before deciding to leave Lancelot in peace. After a quick glare, the ever-loyal knight continued to watch you dance in the arms of someone else.

Meanwhile, you were conversing with Gwaine while he danced with you.

“I didn’t think you could dance, Gwaine.” You pointed out, and he faked an offended look.

“Well now, is that how you speak to such a good friend?” Gwaine emphasized that word in order to prove his point. He’s been by your side for as long as Lancelot has, but of course he thinks he’s he better man.

“I guess not.” You said with a slight laugh, changing the mood and causing Gwaine to frown.

“You know Y/N...you are quite a lovely woman.” He said to you in a serious manner. That charming grin didn’t adorn his face like usual, making you blush a bit.

“Thank you...” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. The two of you continued to dance for a while before he sighed, bringing up something that actually got him flustered.

“It kills me to think about you having a life with someone else.” He admitted, causing you to feel both a bit guilty and flustered. Gwaine must know that Lancelot wants you as well. However, this right now was a confession from Gwaine. 

“I’m sorry Gwaine...I need time to think...” You said with a couple of tears brimming your eyes. He nodded in understanding, but you could tell that he felt a bit saddened. You were as well though.

Because, well, you did love him dearly.

But you didn’t want to hurt Lancelot.

The very thought of it left you torn one night. You were sitting in one of the corridors, staring out at the night sky. The moon was full\ and making things all bright. However, that was the opposite of how you were feeling. There were tears streaming down your face, but you were hiding your sobs rather well.

All of this was too much for you. Lancelot and Gwaine. Holding love for both, but only being able to be with one. The worst part being that you loved Gwaine more, in an intimate way. Lancelot was still close to you, but in a brotherly type of way. You just couldn’t picture anything else.

But he didn’t know that. 

“Why are you crying?” A certain familiar voice, but one you weren’t ready to hear, came from behind you. You slowly turned around to see Lancelot giving you a concerned look.

“I...I’m just going through some stuff...” Was all you could confess to him as you wiped at your eyes. The knight slowly walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. It was meant to be a loving gesture, but you could only get an older brother vibe from it.

“Anything I can help with?” He asked in a polite manner, smiling to try and make you feel better. However, it only made you feel worse.

“I...I don’t think so...” You mumbled while wiping at your eyes again. Seeing as words weren’t working for you right now, Lancelot furthered his arm around your shoulders. The touch was becoming too much for you, and against what your heart was telling you, you pulled away. 

“I-I’m sorry...so sorry...” You cried while giving him a pitiful look before fleeing the scene. Lancelot just stood there, confused by what he did to make you more upset.

What were you sorry for?

You were now back in your room, still crying from the episode that just occurred. Your bed was comfortable, but it held no warmth when it came to how you were feeling. 

A sudden knock on your door made you freeze.

“Y/N...are you alright?” Who you thought was Lancelot turned out to be Gwaine. After a couple seconds, you heard him announce that he was coming in. When you looked up, you saw that the knight was out of his uniform.

He looked so normal and approachable.

“What’s wrong?” Gwaine asked in a gentle tone, hesitantly sitting beside you. Your lip quivered a bit at that because Lancelot had asked you the same thing. That, and the problem was still the same. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him.

“It’s just so hard...I love you, but...” You couldn’t believe what you just said because you thought you said it in your head. However, the look on his face told you that you voiced your thoughts.

“Did you just… wait, you love me?” Gwaine’s voice was soft, shocked, like he couldn’t believe what you just confessed to him. I mean, you couldn’t believe it either, but you cried when you heard him ask the question.

“Y-Yes...but Lancelot...” That’s all you needed to say before he put his arms around you. 

While Gwaine was glad he was the one to win your heart, he felt for sympathy for his brother in arms. The knight couldn’t imagine you with someone who wasn’t him, so he imagined Lancelot felt the same.

“He’ll understand. I’m sure of it.” Gwaine tried to reassure you, but you still seemed a bit upset about this.

“I see him like...like a brother...I don’t want to hurt him.” You confessed to Gwaine, who merely rubbed your shoulder before gently resting his forehead against yours in a comforting manner.

You knew it was the right thing to do instead of leading Lancelot on. A little pain now is better than a lot of pain later. Plus, he was right. Lancelot is an understanding and caring man, so you hoped he wouldn’t let this get to him. He could have any woman he wanted.

“I guess...I’ll have to tell him...just not now.” You sniffled before hugging Gwaine more, finding comfort in his embrace. However, little did you know that you wouldn’t have to worry about telling Lancelot anything.

He was eavesdropping on the whole thing.

[xjulixred45x]

I can't help but think of Lancelot or jericho giving Mitsuri Reader the iconic three braids because her hair is super long and because of her clumsy nature, Reader sometimes steps on her own hair and falls,its just a cute yet practic solution

Awwwww yes! Definitely!

Reader LOVES her long hair because it makes her look pretty and she doesn't like to cut it, but that causes it to get in her face and causes her to trip and fall much more frequently 😅

I have a feeling that Lancelot at first wanted to cut off a lot of Reader's hair so that she would look like him when he was little 😭🤣 and Jericho had to physically prevent him from doing so while Reader ran scared... and fell face first again bump into her hair😂

Jericho is the one who does Reader's hair and who gives her her iconic three-braid hairstyle (she was thinking of only two, but she had too much hair) and it looks very adorable on her ❤️

After a while Lancelot learns to do it on his own, he even makes a funny face of concentration when he does the braids (although he won't let anyone see him doing it lol)

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Reader AMA su pelo largo porque la hace ver bonita y no le gusta cortarlo, pero eso causa que se le meta en la cara y que se tropiece y caiga con mucha mas frecuencia 😅

tengo el presentimiento de que Lancelot al principio queria cortarle gran parte del pelo a Reader para que se pareciera a el cuando era pequeño 😭🤣 y Jericho tuvo que evitar físicamente que lo hiciera mientras reader corria asustada...y caiga otra vez de cara al toparse con su pelo😂

Jericho es quien peina a Reader y quien le da su icónico peinado de tres trenzas(ella pensaba en solo dos, pero ella tenía demasiado pelo) y le queda muy adorable ❤️

después de un tiempo Lancelot aprende a hacerlo por su cuenta, incluso hace una cara divertida de concentración cuando hace las trenzas (aunque no dejara que nadie lo vea haciendolo lol)

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 1

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title:  Caged

Notes: I'm so nervous. Also, tumblr is messing up the way the text is posted so yeah...

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn...

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter:  1/ It's a secret.

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Your mind had entered into a world it had created for itself. A world that did not include being owned or being hurt.

From afar, you heard the heavy door be closed and locked.

In this wretched place were only locks… one by one, all meant to keep you from ever reaching the world outside this room again.

The world…

As you sat on your hands and knees to recover, you felt the call of nature through the stone ground.

The silver pattern of leaves spread from your palms to your whole hand.

Was it night? Was it day?

No windows offered you any sights of the world outside the room they kept you in.

A candle, one might believe it was left with you out of pity, burned in the center of the room.

When the door was shut, that candle was your only source of light and the only thing to keep you warm.

You crawled towards it, sitting yourself beside the flame to study it’s every move for there was nothing else there to entertain you.

How much time had passed since these Manbloods, your captors, had brought you here? You did not know.

Weeks? Months? A year?

Obey and keep quiet.

Surrender and survive.

Your whole life you had tried to outrun them, the Brotherhood. The symbol they carried pinned on their clothing was feared by your kind.

The life of a Fey was worthless if not of service to these brothers, Ives and Hutch, who had imprisoned you.

Serve and be rewarded with the means to keep yourself alive.

Disobey and face the suffering.

Those were the options you had been given.

You laid down on the stone, eyes fixed on the dancing flame of the candle.

Some sleep to regain your strength, a moment to close your eyes and have your vision match the darkness surrounding you. A moment to escape this life of nightmares into one of dreams.

How much time had passed when you were awoken by the strange energy that seeped from the stone into your skin?

Something was coming…

No…

Someone.

You touched the floor, the faint whispers of the Hidden your new companions.

In the darkness, all you had was your connection to them, all your senses were attuned to it for there was nothing else your senses could be distracted by.

Closer…

By the power of the Hidden, every step of them was felt beneath your palm and your curiosity grew.

Who was this stranger that dared to enter this pitiable place?

Closer and closer, step by step…

They stopped…

The Hidden let you sense some things about who was dwelling inside the dungeon that led here.

Their heart was haunted by wickedness, much like this place, but different.

Something that had been lost in this dungeon, was still present in their heart.

Who was this? Who’s curious eyes had wandered into these walls covered by the blood from those who had been here before you?

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The Monk inhaled deeply, the scents of the forest filled his lungs.

This was the second time he had caught it here, that strange Fey scent he did not recognize.

Where was it coming from?

This time he dismounted Goliath to investigate where the faint scent came from.

Slowly he walked through the forest and let Goliath walk beside him. He came upon the ruins of a small fort that had once been there and thought nothing of it until the scent grew a little stronger.

He went closer to inspect it, would a Fey hide among these ruins?

After searching for a while, he found nothing and still the scent remained.

It wasn’t until he found the tracks in the grass nearby that he realized how it was possible.

A large trapdoor was hidden under a wooden plank he moved aside.

He opened the trapdoor and it uncovered a narrow stone stairway. Some light was visible coming from down there and he descended the steps.

What began as a narrow staircase, leaded down into an old dungeon. A long wide hall, with many closed doors at both sides. Old, but clearly been used as some torches on the walls were burning, just enough to cast a dim light in the dark path.

He followed the scent, which grew stronger with each step.

At the last door, the scent reached it’s height and the Monk knew he had found who dwelled in this forsaken place.

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The sound of the padlock being broken and falling to the ground had you jump to your feet.

Someone was truly here. Out of precaution you backed away from the door as far as you could.

The light crept into the dark room as the door creaked open.

The shadow of the stranger outstretched into the room, the sword was ready in their hands.

They stepped into the room and when the light of your candle touched their face, you cowered back into a corner.

Out of all the people who could have stepped through that door, it had to be none other than the Weeping Monk?!?

Was this the end? Would your family ever find your bones in this long forgotten place?

He must have seen you cower away, and knew why.

When he had broken down the door, this was not what he expected to find.

A Fey girl, imprisoned in darkness.

Who had done this and why? Were you dangerous?

The Monk got closer with caution and you tried to move past him by moving along the wall.

He anticipated it happening and proceeded so you could never make it to the door.

The scent was something he did not recognize. Hundreds of Fey, and only for the second time he found one he could not identify.

When he had you cornered, he caught you by the throat and held you against the wall, the short sword was at your stomach.

“What Fey kind are you?” He demanded to know.

Silence fell over you like a protective cloak.

A low warning followed, “Answer my question, or I will hurt you.”

Your silence persisted and he enforced the warning by tightening his grip and pushing your head backwards against the stone wall.

From reflex and fear, you grabbed his wrist and beyond your own control a surge of your magic was released.

At the sight of your eyes flashing a bright green, and the feeling of something happening to his hand, he released you from his hold and took a couple of steps back.

With the light of the candle in the room the Monk was able to see the wound, that he had sustained on his hand the previous day, heal before his very eyes.

You seized the moment of his confusion and bolted to the door, making it into the hall before he caught you.

With the sword to your throat, he held you against his chest and in place. “How did you heal me?”

You were trembling from fear, facing the long tunnel that led to freedom.

When no answer came, he leaded you through it and up the stone steps.

The sun was setting, low sunlight hit your eyes and you winced from how intense it felt.

It blinded you for a while and when your vision began to adjust he had already reached his horse.

If you didn’t escape now, only the gods knew what would happen to you.

You struggled against him, by stepping on the side of his boot and giving a push, you made him trip to the ground. Unfortunately, he brought you down with him, too stubborn to let go off your arm.

The sword was at your throat instantly to threaten you into submission as he tried to rise to his feet but failed.

Down on your knees, you surprised him by fighting back even at the threat of the sword. You hit him across the face hard, stealing the sword from his hand as his grip on it had loosened for only a second. He tried to disarm you, you hit him in the stomach.

As he leaned away with a pained grimace you pushed hard against his side, and when he lost his balance and fell on his back, you got the upper-hand. The sword pointed down at his chest, you were trying to drive it through him but he used all his strength on your hands to try and prevent it.

The fury burned in you, the monster beneath you deserved nothing else but the cold of death.

His grip on your hands was bruising, it only spurred you on to sink the blade in him.

He moved.

That was all your brain registered as he used his leg to push against your knee.

That little lose of balance was all he needed to regain some control, he ripped one of your hands off of the sword, then stole it back.

He shoved you against the chest, and you started to scramble away from him hoping to make a run for it.

The bastard grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled at it, dragging you by the leg until you fell down face first.

You tried to get up, he pushed your head down by the back of your neck.

He held his hand there, forcing you to stay as you were. “I could break your neck.”

You felt him grab your arm and pin it behind your back.

The constant healing had made you weak, and fighting the Weeping Monk was tiring.

His thumb was pressing against your cheek. “Try such a thing again, and I will end your life. Do you understand?”

You kept still and refused to look up at him.

He pressed his thumb into your cheek, knowing it was hurting you, “Do you?”

You only nodded.

For a moment he seemed to contemplate if he was content with only a nod.

Once he was certain, he grabbed you by the back of your vest and wasn’t gentle when getting you up from the ground.

He kept your arm pinned behind your back, the blade of the sword remained at your neck.

He collected a rope from the saddle and used it to bind your hands together in front of you. “Follow the horse. Do not try to escape again, I will capture you and put you over the back of my horse instead.”

You glared at him for the threat and he gave the rope a tug.

When he mounted the steed and made you walk behind them, you looked back at the ruins of the fort.

How long before the Brothers found you again? Your powers had served them well. Over the past weeks they had forced you to heal them and anyone they brought you to heal. It had earned them a lot of coin.

If you refused, they starved you or hit you.

The bruise still healing on your left cheek was proof of it.

Often did you notice the Monk looking back at you now, of course he was curious as to who or what you were. People always were when they learned of your abilities.

Your kind was rare, it was possible he had never encountered or even heard of someone like you before.

While passing a low hanging branch, you spotted an apple just in reach.

You tried to pluck it from the tree and almost ended up falling when the horse had no intention to wait for you.

The apple soon vanished from your sight again and your stomach growled in massive protest.

Still exhausted from all the healing, this walk was not pleasant in the slightest. Two hours after the sun had gone down, you fell to the ground, your legs could no longer carry you.

Finally he halted the horse, looked back at you on the ground on hands and knees and decided to dismount.

You feared he would hurt you for this, but all he did was pull you to your feet albeit a bit roughly and made you sit down against a tree.

With another end of rope, he bound your waist to the tree.

It was time to rest some before journeying back to the camp.

He went over to his horse, took a piece of bread from the saddlebag and began to eat it.

You couldn’t help but look at the bread in his hand.

It had been so long since you had gotten something other than crumbs to eat.

This was torture of the mind and your empty suffering stomach.

He went to sit against a tree opposite of you.

Curiosity was getting the best of him it seems, because he began to interrogate you.

“Can you see well?” Upon seeing you frown, he clarified, “With those eyes.”

So he had seen the green glow overtake them back there in the dungeon.

Don’t speak… not a word…

The power inside you should not be known among all, enough of your kind had died when they were drained dry when forced to heal others.

You wore the silence like a cloak, preferring a quick death by the sword over feeling the life being sucked out of you while healing.

The Monk tilted his head, waiting for an answer that would not come.

Another question was fired, “Can you heal yourself?”

Did he plan on killing you and wished to know beforehand if there was a chance you could rise from the dead?

The ongoing silence hanged between you like shards of glass, cutting at your nerves without mercy.

Suddenly he put down the bread and stood, crossing the short distance he took out a dagger.

Your heart sank at the sight of it, he would test the theory himself…

The Monk circled you, knelt down let the blade cut the skin of your hand.

It didn’t feel as painful as you thought it would have been, like a rose’s thorn puncturing your skin.

He wait for a while, two drops of blood came out and then it stopped.

The small cut did not heal.

The power you had would not protect you.

You leaned away from him somewhat, uncomfortable with how close he was.

It did not stop him from questioning you further, “How many of your kind have you healed?”

So far he had not gotten a word out of you regarding your ability.

“Silence will not save you.” He said.

It slipped out of you, sharp as a sword, “My voice will?”

Finally.

He picked his words smart. “Your cooperation might.”

Right away you questioned it, “My cooperation?”

He stood again and returned to the tree to rest. “Father will decide if you are useful to us.”

This was the perfect opportunity to appease Father after the failures in capturing the Wolf Blood Witch. A girl who could heal the sick and wounded, the power to be undefeatable by the enemy presented itself.

Father would be very pleased.

Useful?

Was this just going to be another ‘dungeon’ situation?!?

It was enough to tick you off further. “Since when does Father Carden collect Feys for his own benefit? Does that not go against what all of you believe in?”

He proceeded to ignore the question and leaned back against the tree.

How could he be so calm in the presence of an enemy? Was this truly a day to day occurrence for him?!?

Minutes passed by and it was baffling how he appeared so certain that you were unable to escape that he had no trouble falling asleep.

While you sat there staring at him in disbelief, and somewhat nauseous from the stress this had caused. The hunger topped it off completely, especially when you saw the bread discarded and forgotten on the ground next to him.

Someone had not been facing the hunger forced upon the Fey…

Your stomach growled merciless and your mind made up different scenarios where you broke free and ate the bread he had so wastefully forgotten about.

The clouds shielded the moon’s light and damned the forest to the darkness.

A branch snapped nearby and drew your attention. The owl you had heard a minute ago suddenly flew away.

Someone was nearing…

What were you to do? Wake the Monk, or hope that whoever was coming would be your rescue?

When the footsteps now grew audible, that choice was taken from you. It had awoken him from his shallow slumber.

He was listening for the sounds that had led the owl to flee and locked eyes on you, with a finger to his lips he signaled for you to be quiet.

What were the chances that they could defeat the notorious Weeping Monk in a fight?

Part of you really wanted to scream out for help, but your conscience stopped you.

Quietly, he got to his feet and drew his sword.

He must have seen the flicker of hope in your eyes, because he came closer and covered your mouth with his hand while scanning the forest.

“Stay quiet. I will kill them if you call out.” He warned lowly.

A sound came from the opposite direction and the Monk became highly alert.

Were they surrounding him?

Not Fey, he would have caught their scent a while ago with the wind’s direction.

He let go off your face, giving a look of warning before hastily cutting loose the rope at your waist that bound you to the tree.

Once on your feet, the Monk dragged you along.

His attention was on the footsteps that were following.

There was no mistaking it anymore, they were here for him.

He backed you against a tree all of a sudden. “Do not move from here.”

There were so many strange noises coming from all around, if this man wanted to keep you alive for now, he could be the best chance on survival.

The Monk left you by the tree.

If you were to run, he would find you by your scent anyway.

You glanced at the horse, he noticed and gave a look of warning. The idea to steal the black steed was discarded.

He focused all his senses on the sounds coming from around him and walked away from you somewhat.

A rope shot out from behind the trees and caught the Monk around the neck.

He cut himself loose before the rope could tighten, an action the attackers must have hoped for as they ran out of the shadows and took the moment of confusion to attack him.

Even in the darkness you recognized them, your former captors had found you again.

The Brothers were hunters their whole lives, their tricks had been your downfall as well.

And now the Monk fell to their brutality too.

They were here for you, to take back what would bring them wealth for the rest of their lives, and to punish the thief who’d stolen you.

It was Hutch who used an axe to lunge at the Monk, who blocked the attack with his arm and the blade cut through the padded clothing. A dark spot soon appeared on the Monk’s sleeve, blood stained the fabric.

Ives wasted no time to aid his brother in battle and ruthlessly tackled the Monk to the ground.

This would not end well, if he lost they would drag you back to that dungeon.

Unless you ran and found a safe place to hide.

Fear overpowered all else and you fled away from the fight, it were the voices of the Hidden that made you stop and hide behind a tree.

Why were they trying to stop you from leaving?

These were monsters fighting among each other.

From a distance you could see that the Monk was on his feet and gaining the upper hand on them.

He kicked Hutch in the stomach, and elbowed Ives in the face when he tried to attack him from behind. The rope came in handy to him, because he caught Hutch around the neck with it.

The crack that followed sounded like the gate being slammed shut back in that dungeon.

Your stomach turned and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Ives was cursing him out, not a word from the Monk came in response.

The fighting noise fell quiet like the drop of a rock. Silence overtook the forest once more and you held your breath.

Leaves were disrupted on the ground, crunching under the nearing footsteps.

The sound stopped not far from you, and you sneaked a glance from behind the tree.

The Monk held a hand against his side, looking quite confused.

Your sight fell on the dark liquid staining his hand.

One of them had stabbed a knife into his side, and he only noticed something was very wrong now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

It felt like his body began to burn inside, he could not take another step.

He was on his knees before it truly dawned on him how serious the injury was.

You came out from behind the tree and remained at a distance, wary of the one who had kept you captive as well.

He knew of your magic and what you were capable off.

Would he beg for life like others had done before him? You were expecting it to happen.

He looked in your direction and what struck you was that he did not look panicked. No, what you saw on his face was relief…

He fell over, the blood poured out of his side and caused the leaves on the ground to stick together.

Never did he call out for help, accepting of his fate.

When he stopped moving, you ran over to use a fallen sword to cut your hands loose from the ropes then you walked backwards slowly, still in fear that he would suddenly jump to his feet.

You turned to flee the place, the Hidden only let you run past a few trees before they showed their dismay.

The whispers grew so loud that it overwhelmed your every thought and brought you to your knees, your hands were covering your ears as if it would stop them.

“Please.” You begged them.

Whatever it was that they saw in the Monk, it was apparently worth tormenting you over.

But this man had killed so many of your kind, why did he deserve to live?

You defiantly refused. “Not him!”

The response they gave caused your markings to appear, and by the gods, the pain it brought was unspeakable.

It lasted until you surrendered to their will. “Please, stop! I will do as you ask!”

Their hold on your mind seized and left you gasping for air.

They would not be denied.

With trembling limbs you got up from the soil and returned to where you had left the Monk to die.

He laid motionless on the ground.

By placing a hand on his chest, you felt him take a shallow breath.

Why would the old gods insist that you save him? That you would weaken yourself further to help this monster?

Was this a test of your faith in them?

You placed both your palms on his chest and fought back the endless questions this brought into being.

By concentrating, the magic awoke and flowed through your veins into your skin. Your markings spread down your arms as the magic lured them out.

You knew it was healing him by how it was draining you of your energy instead.

It was not meant to last longer than a few seconds, but then you saw a green leaf pattern appear on the side of his face and on his hands.

The shock at the sight of it allowed him to heal further until you snapped out of it and scurried away.

No…no…no…

He was Fey?!?

How could he do this to his own kind?!?

You scrambled to your feet, appalled and confused by the discovery.

Had the Hidden wished for him to be healed only because he was Fey?

All that energy and strength lost for a traitor.

Usually you would take a moment to recover, but there was no time.

You stole his sword and when you went to steal his horse, the steed paced back and forth.

It was obvious that the horse would not let you mount and you gave up on the idea.

On foot you traveled into the darkness, getting as much distance between yourself and the Monk as possible.

Freedom was in your hands and you would not let it be stolen again.

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maybe i just wanna be yours (Lancelot x GN!Reader)

Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)

Summary: Lancelot, Tristan, and (Y/N) grew up together and are as close as can be, but it seems that over the years, the closeness between (Y/N) and Lance grew to be more of the romantic variety and now neither of them have any idea how to deal with it.

Tag(s): Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Fluff, Background Ships

Song Inspiration: I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkey

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