#choices guinevere spoilers

[superharriet]

Oh Arthur... 😠🙂😯☺️

[queenbirbs]

✨☺️😍🥰✨

[killerpancakeburger]

So how can it make sense that the MC is scared to be considered a witch (medieval times burned at the stake ok) when there are FEMALE KNIGHTS AT THE FREAKING ROUND TABLE

OH AND ALSO MOTHERFREAKING M E R L I N 🌠 who must certainly practice some kind of ☆ witchcraft ☆ - pardon I mean magic ofc

Like are only men allowed to use magic??

[lilyoffandoms]

Regret - Arthur x Guinevere (Lancelot x Guinevere)

Day 14 (write about regret) from this prompt list but also kinda for day 7 (Before | After | Hobby) of the @choicesjanuarychallenge.

Warnings & A/N: Spoilers. Wanted to explore, via my morning warmup, the idea of reflecting on your choice before and after. Plus, I love the idea that you can have zero regrets and still regret the might have been.

She looked at the crowd passing below, waving and shouting for her attention. It was very like the vision she had had in Merlin’s tower so many years ago. It’s a strange feeling to live something you feel you’ve lived before. She plastered a smile on her face as she waved to their subjects celebrating another year since the founding of the round table.

She could not regret the road that brought them here.

Her smile grew genuine as she felt his shoulder brush against her’s and his hand reached for her’s with a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him, smiling down at her. The same Arthur she had always known and yet, a very different one than she had first met. Years etched in the winkles on his face, memories held in the crinkle of his eyes, laughter shared held in the lines around his lips. The same Arthur she had met in that vision long ago and yet, not quite the same. Different cares weighing upon his shoulders, troubles they had foreseen and those they did not. Heartbreaks and joys that seemed to cross time regardless of their choices.

She could not regret the happiness they shared.

Yet she tasted his kisses upon her lips sometimes still. Those forbidden ones she had stolen in a dream in Merlin’s tower, when it was all too tempting for it to be just the two of them and she could pretend - for just a moment - that she wasn’t destined to be queen and he, her sworn sword. A glimpse of what felt like fate bending to their will before destiny stepped in and broke all three hearts.

She could not regret the stolen moment with him.

She had seen it all perfectly back then in that high tower - two paths laid out before her, two choices. It was as simple as go left or go right. Wasn’t it? This or that. One or the other. Choose with no regrets, she had told herself. Chosen with no regrets, she had convinced herself.

She did not regret the future she had chosen but she did regret the one she had to leave behind. Because the truth is, either way, there is always regret for what might have been.

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

[lexicook74-blog]

Omg I love him.

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Never let them see you cry... damn I'm a Morgana stan now. Protect her at all costs!

[boneandfur]

This man is breaking me!

[farizrz]

MC's last prem outfit

Arthur/Artura's Bertoral Outfit

Lancelot's Bertoral Outfit

[superharriet]

SERIES finale 🥺🥺🥺 No more Arthur Pendragon. I guess I won't be able to click END BOOK again...

My darling, you were so much more!

[queenbirbs]

✨🥹☺️🥰✨

[tyrilstarfury]

Oooooo I wonder what that could be? I'm so confused?

[liaromancewriter]

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[queer-ragnelle]

Camelot (2011) | Created by Michael Hirst & Chris Chibnall

Arthurian Film List | Arthurian Show List | Movie review below the cut ⤦

Star Rating: 10/10

Content Warning: graphic nudity & sexuality, heavy gore, torture, rape

Overview: Full disclosure, I'm hella biased. I watched this every week while it aired back in 2011. But having re-watched the series again numerous times since then, I stand by my love for it. If there was anything I would add, it would be dogs. Where are the puppies?! The costume designer for this show went on to win awards for her work on The Tudors, all the acting is prenominal, the set designs, the score and sound design, the writing is just insanely good. Even when I don't agree with all narrative choices, I'm convinced to appreciate them here. Eva Green is by far my favorite Morgan and James Purefoy my favorite Lot. I wasn't born queer, their intense sex scenes with blood oaths and body hair queerified me. Who said that. Anyway the biggest thing to praise about this show is how abundantly and well it centers women's stories. Igraine, Guinevere, Morgan, Vivian, Sebile, Bridget. You're all really amazing. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.

Synopsis: Morgan returns from her many years at the nunnery and is immediately rejected by Uther and her step mother Igraine. She vows vengeance and returns to the castle later in the guise of a child to secretly poison the king. As Uther lays dying, Merlin gets him to sign over his kingship to the son he never met. The show then transitions to Arthur, who has been raised along side foster-brother Kay by their loving parents in ignorance they are not fully brothers. Merlin shows up and spills the beans, taking Arthur and Kay with him to Camelot, an old crumbling castle they need to rebuild as the center of a great city. There, Uther's old knights, including Lancelot Leontes and his fiancée Guinevere, wait for them. Meanwhile Morgan turns castle Pendragon inside out to remake it for her own liking, including bringing on Vivian as her messenger and handmaiden, and Sebile the nun as her advisor. She also allies herself with King Lot intending to claim the throne of Britain for herself. Morgan and Arthur must battle for the right to take their father King Uther's place.

Final Thoughts: This show really has it all. It's a tragedy it was cancelled after a single season. There was so much set up that will never get pay off. I cry every day. The homoeroticism between Kay and Gawain going unfulfilled haunts me. Read Exiled From Camelot by Cherith Baldry to get your fix but damn I'm so sad we didn't see more of them in a second season. HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING but it set up that Guinevere was pregnant with Galahad and would take the bloody seat of the Round Table where Leontes was meant to sit, meanwhile Morgan was pregnant with Mordred in a last bid for power after she was finally revealed to Arthur as a threat. GO WATCH!!!!!!!

[lilyoffandoms]

Guinevere Drabble - Lancelot x Guinevere

For the anon that said I gave them permission to send a prompt and send one requesting on expansion of one of these scenes where MC attends Lancelots wounds. Your ask disappeared between last night and this morning 😭 But warmed up to your prompt request.

Warnings & A/N: Not quite what was requested but I was caught off guard when there was no lingering effects to ya girl straight up punching someone in the jaw. So have this morning warm up extended scene.

She smiled as she watched him look behind each and every spot in her room for any sign of danger. If he was as thorough at ensuring her safety, how thorough would he be in other things?

She let her mind linger on those delicious thoughts for a moment longer as he bent to look her bed before shaking her head free of those dangerous thoughts.

“Your room is clear,” he said seriously as he stood and dusted himself off. “You will be safe tonight.”

“Thanks to you,” she smiled.

“It was the least I could do. It is my duty to ensure your safety after all.”

“Well then, thank you for taking that duty so seriously, Sir Lancelot.”

“It is my pleasure, Princess.”

They stood staring at each other a bit longer before he cleared his through and looked away.

“I should-“

“Of course,” she said, sadness lacing her voice.

“Good night,” he paused as if he would use her name, before completing his sentence with, “Princess.”

“Good night,” she held out her hand for him to kiss.

“Princess,” he gasped as he reached for her hand and tenderly took it between his, turning it over in examination. “What happened?” he asked.

“Oh, it must have been when I punched Lady Brusen- ouch!” she winced as he moved her fingers.

“You should have said something.”

“I am fine,” she reassured.

“You should not have been put in a position where you need to be defending yourself.”

“I am fine,” she laughed.

“Though it was rather… impressive,” he grinned, holding her gaze before letting her hand go and stepping away.

“You should see to that. I will send for someone.”

“I am fine, Sir Lancelot. I am not so weak as to need a bruise looked at.”

“You should not be bruised.”

She smiled as an idea dawned on her.

“I will agree to my hand being tended.”

He smiled and moved to call a servant but paused when she called out to him.

“If,” she smiled as he turned around, “you are the one to see to it.”

“It would be better for someone else to attend you,” he said quietly, eyes widening with surprise as another emotion flashed before he shoved it down behind his walls.

“And yet I imagine you’ve dealt with the caring of wounds more than almost anyone within Camelot. Would you deny your future queen the best care?” she smirked. “Would you deny me your care?” she asked more quietly.

She watched him war with himself before turning to the door and to talk to the servant before returning to the room and leading Guinevere to a chair near the fireplace. Her hand in his as he turned it over agin and again. His thumb rubbing tender circles here and there that were not entirely required nor entirely innocent but to anyone else it could look like a knight inspecting her injured hand.

“Thank you, Tessa,” he nodded to the servant who brought bandages and clean water into the room.

He took the cool water and washed a cloth in it before wrapping it around her fingers. Holding it in place as he let the cool water and herbs soothe her swollen hand.

She watch as he worked in silence. Practiced hands seeing to her needs. Stolen glances between calloused, yet tender touches until he had her hand wrapped neatly and securely in clean, dry cloth.

“There,” he said softly and set her hand back in her lap, his still holding it gently.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she looked at their linked hands before glancing up to find him watching her. “But I request one more thing of you to truly make me feel better,” she smiled slyly.

“Anything. You have only to name it…,” he hesitated with her name on the tip of his tongue, “Princess.”

“You forget the best medicine.”

“And what is the best medicine?” he asked hoarsely.

“A kiss. I thought everyone knew about that.”

There was a moment hesitation as he fought to keep his walls carefully built before he raised her hand to his lips, and turning her hand over, kissed the inside of her wrist above her bandaged hand.

She gasped at the soft, warm touch of his lips to that sensitive spot.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much,” she sighed.

And she watched as those walls built back up as he straightened up and nodded silently to her before walking stiffly to the door.

“Good night, Lancelot,” she called to him. A plea in her voice to beg him to stay or say anything or keep those walls from being built back quite so high.

Pausing, he glanced back at her and said, “Good night, Princess.”

And with a smile, he left her with a small bit of hope that his walls were at least capable of being surmounted.

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

[lexicook74-blog]

Happily ever after! 🥺❤️❤️

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Finally got to see Lancelot in her full casual sprite! 😍😍😍