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vilevenom · 3 months ago

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Has it only been three days since I last posted a fic? Yes. Did I speed write this one because it has been taunting me from my drafts for nearly a month? Also yes.

I blink in sight of your blinding light

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (video games - Sonic and the Black Knight)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow (King Arthur/Sir Lancelot)

Rating: Mature (discussion of sexual acts)

Summary: Even a king is capable of the most grievous act of miscommunication.

"Good morning, my liege."

Arthur woke with a hum at the softly spoken words, owlishly blinking his eyes open to the sight of Lancelot leaning over him with a soft smile on his face, the early morning sun back lighting his dark quills most beautifully.

"Good morning to you, my most gallant knight," Arthur murmured in response, reaching up to gently brush his fingers over Lance's warmly blushing cheek. He smiled as Lance turned his face to press a fleeting kiss to the palm of his hand.

"Did you sleep well, Arthur?"

"I cannot think of a night that has treated me better than the one I spent with you in my arms."

Lance chuckled, shaking his head just enough to dislodge Arthur's hand from his face. "Flatterer."

"Is it truly flattery if I'm speaking the truth?" the king shot back, grinning widely as Lance rolled his eyes in a fond fashion. "But that does beg the question, how did you sleep? I hope it wasn't impeded at all by soreness? I would hate to have caused you any trouble during the night from being too rough."

"I assure you, you were plenty gentle," Lance hummed, leaning in to press a short kiss to Arthur's cheek, before shifting to rise from the bed, "I slept well. True as it may be that I can still feel you, it is not a sensation that I find unpleasant." He slid from the mattress, stretching his arms above his head, only to cast a sly smirk over his shoulder at Arthur, who he'd known to be openly staring. "Appreciating the view?"

"If every morning could have a view as spectacular as this one, I would certainly become an early riser."

"Truly, there is no need to flatter me so," the knight chuckled, brushing his fingers through his quills, "You have already bedded me."

"Duly noted. Sir Lancelot only requires adulation up until he has been drawn into physical relations. Upon receipt of satisfaction of the flesh, he no longer wishes for romance," Arthur snorted, rolling onto his side to watch as Lance slowly began to pull on the armor that he had hastily discarded the night before.

"You know that's not what I meant," Lance sighed, fixing the strap of one of his greaves.

"Ah, but it is what you said," the king said with a tittering laugh, rolling himself off the bed to saunter over to Lance as the knight pulled on his breast plate. He passed by the robes he usually wore while in his private chambers, opting to instead drape himself over his knight's shoulder in a state of nature. "It wounds me so that you would rebuff my advances as such. Am I no longer allowed to appreciate your beauty now that we have coupled?"

Lance let out a breath, his cheeks flushing at the nude proximity of his king. He turned just enough that he could tentatively set his still bare hands on Arthur's hips. "You may admire my appearance as much as you'd like, as long as the favor is returned, my king. Please know that it is taking every ounce of self control to prepare myself for the day when you prance around me in such a state."

"Do I tempt you, sir knight?" Arthur teased, pressing further into Lance's space, draping his arms over his knights shoulders with a cocky grin. "If not for duty, what temptations would you succumb to?"

A low growl left Lancelot's throat as his fingers tightened minutely on Arthur's hips. There was no hesitation as he captured his king's lips in a kiss, pressing his tongue into Arthur's mouth without preamble to steal an early morning taste of his vice. Arthur's knees buckled at the force of the kiss, an unrepentant moan escaping him, not having expected such dominance from his knight, who had yielded to him the entire night before. When they finally parted Arthur was out of breath, a lone string of saliva connecting them as they stared into each others eyes, Lance's filled with passionate fire and Arthurs full of surprised wonder. "I would have you, as you have had me. I would draw out your pleasure and wait until you were begging for release to press into you. I would have you recall nothing but my name, and only the world as far as the expanse of this bed," the knight breathed, taking one last moment to admire Arthur, before taking a short step back and letting his fingers slip away from the king's hips. "But duty calls. For both of us."

"Lance," Arthur breathed, his cheeks enflamed at the impassioned words spoken to him. He shifted in discomfort after a beat, turning to grab his robes and pull them on to cover his now blatant arousal. He cleared his throat as he tied the robe's sash around his waist, pressing the heel of his palm over the ache in his groin to try and ease it, before finally turning back to find his knight fully dressed, aside from his helmet and visor. He sighed and stepped forward once more, reaching up to fix stray red quills that had gone askew as Lancelot had dressed, letting his fingers linger as he drew them down to his knights shoulders. "Unfortunately, I do have to beg secrecy of you."

Lance looked stricken for the briefest of moments before he nodded, letting his eyes slip shut as he bowed his head. "I understand, my liege."

"If the other knights were to catch wind of our affair, dissent may begin to stew with rumors of favoritism," Arthur was quick to try and reassure, "Truly, I am loath to withhold our relations from the kingdom, but Merlina has asked me to keep any courtship I choose to pursue private until I discuss it with her. Apparently she is worried how public perception of the court of Camelot would alter, should I choose an unsavory suitor."

"Am I unsavory, then, my lord?" Lance asked, his gaze trained on the floor.

"Of course not!" Arthur brought his hands back to Lancelot's face, tilting his chin up up so their eyes could meet, "I simply need time to discuss what to do with my advisors. You are my most trusted, capable knight. Please, Lance."

"I will always do as my king wishes," Lancelot murmured, lifting a hand to press one of Arthur's firmly against his cheek. "You have my word."

"Thank you," Arthur breathed, smiling brightly as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his knights lips, before stepping back to take his helmet from his hands and press a similar kiss to the visor. He chuckled at the flush the simple action caused on Lancelot's cheeks. "Take care, my knight."

"And you, my lord," Lance murmured, taking his helmet back to pull it on, before offering his king a deep bow and exiting the room.

Arthur watched Lance slip from his chambers, his heart all a flutter as a near manic grin split his face. The night before had been a long time coming, in his opinion, with the two dancing around each other for what felt like an eternity. But finally, finally, there had been a single, precious moment that Arthur managed to exploit to get Lancelot alone. The resulting night of passion had not been Arthur's goal, but he couldn't deny that he was more than pleased that it was the outcome. He practically danced around his room as he readied himself for the day, glad he'd made it an explicit order ages ago that he did not want servants dressing him like he was a child every day. He could only imagine the commotion it would have caused to have an attendant barging into his room with Lancelot in his bed.

Which only served to cause his exceptional surprise when his chamber door was opened without much more preamble than a simple knock. He would forever deny the undignified screech that left him at the intrusion, though.

"Apologies, my lord," Merlina coughed, averting her gaze as Arthur finished hastily yanking on the tunic he had chosen to wear that day.

"Waiting for an invitation to enter is generally considered polite," Arthur seethed quietly, brushing the wrinkles out of his tunic, before draping a cloak around his shoulders. "Can I help you with something, Merlina? I do hope it's important, given your rather…forward entrance."

"I would certainly think so, my lord," Merlina insisted, lifting her gaze with a light frown once Arthur was dressed, "I saw Sir Lancelot leaving your chambers this morning."

Arthur froze, fingers stilling as he adjusted his diadem between his ears. Slowly he turned towards his advisor with an arched brown, tilting his head curiously. "…And?"

"And?! My lord, not to appear impetuous, but certainly it would seem of poor design to engage in a tryst with one of Camelot's most skilled knights?"

Arthur balked at the sorceress's words, scoffing at them and waving her off. "Tryst? What ever made you believe what happened was a mere tryst?"

"Well, my lord…I cannot say I have ever seen him approach you in any fashion besides professional," Merlina pointed out, tilting her chin up in self assurance, "I would be inclined to believe this was a flight of fancy on your part, if you have only ever been the one to approach him."

"…you think I forced Lance to-to amuse me?!"

"I most certainly did not say that in so many words, your Highness. I just want you to be certain that he is reciprocal in your feelings. It would be a shame to lose your most brilliant knight to a…well, a lovers quarrel, as it were," Merlina demurred, taking a short step back at Arthur's obvious ire.

"Your implication was heard loud and clear," Arthur growled, straightening out his cloak with a scowl, "Sir Lancelot is not a common harlot. Despite my position, I assure you that he would rebuff my advances if they were not reciprocal."

"Are you so certain of that, your Highness?" Merlina countered yet again, taking another swift step back.

"Of course!" Arthur scoffed, quills bristled as he glared the sorceress down.

"Of course, then, your Highness," Merlina said with a short bow, now at the door to the kings chambers, "As you say." She then quickly fled the room, leaving an irate king in her wake.

Merlina's words had done their work, though, and Arthur's anger quickly faded into anxiety. What if she'd spoken truth, and Lancelot had only followed Arthur to his bed because he did not wish to anger or disappoint his king? He was Arthur's most loyal knight, so it could be believed that he would view even his own person as the king's possession to do with as he so pleased. But, no, Arthur had known Lancelot for years now, and although he placed his king's safety above his own, surely he would not debase himself in such a way and place his personal well-being below Arthur's, as well?

With a swift shake of his head and a determined thump of his fist against his writing desk, Arthur devised a plan to prove to himself, and Merlina, that he was right. That Lance went along with his wishes of his own volition, and that their night spent together was that of passion, and not one of reluctant duty. He would simply wait for Lancelot to approach him, instead of the other way around. He would refrain from summoning Lance at all costs, unless absolutely necessary. Surely that was the perfect course of action.

As the first few days of Arthur's plan passed, he presumed that Lancelot was simply playing coy, offering only a polite nod as they strode by each other in the hallways of the castle, or a deep bow when Arthur inspected the troops. As the days turned into a week, however, he began to worry. Surely, Lancelot was simply bidding his time? Making Arthur wait and gain appreciation for his beloved knight?

But then one week turned into two, and Arthur began to despair. Had Merlina been right, and he'd unintentionally used his position of power to coerce Lancelot into bed with him? But, no, certainly not. He could easily recall the soft expression on Lancelot's face as he'd settled himself amongst Arthur's pillows, beckoned him forward with grasping hands and all but begged his king to please him. Surely those were not the actions of a man feeling pressured by crown and country to perform.

However, Lance's silence rang in his mind louder than any bell. His most precious knight had not spoken a word to him, outside of a respectful 'Sire' as Arthur had passed him by since their night together. Guilt began to poison the king's heart, making it feel as heavy as a stone in his chest.

As the third week of silence between the king and his knight began to drift by the castle, Arthur found himself interrupted from drafting a decree at his writing desk by a swift, insistent knock on his chamber door. Curious, as nearly no one approached his chambers besides Merlina (who had a terrible habit of letting herself in) he beckoned the visitor to enter without much thought. It was startling, to say the least, when Sir Percival, of all knights, stepped through his door with a perturbed expression on her face.

"Percival! What brings you to my chambers?" Arthur asked, setting his pen aside and turning in his seat to give the knight his full attention.

"Forgive my intrusion, you Majesty," Percival said with a quick bow, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind herself, "I know the hour is growing late, but I felt the matter of which I wish to speak to you could wait no longer."

"Oh? My, it must be of great import, then. I cannot recall the last time you approached me in private," Arthur said as he rose from his chair, striding across the room to meet the knight in the middle.

"Sire…permission to speak freely?" Percival's tail twitched in agitation as she approached the king, her steps halting a few paces in front of him.

"Of course.

"I beg of you to excuse my insolence, my liege, but…what have you done?!"

"What have I done? Whatever are you talking about?" Arthur frowned, though he did begin to wrack his brain for any offense his actions of late may have caused the knight before him.

"To Sir Lancelot!

"Lancelot…?" Arthur's surprise was ignored as Percival continued.

"I have seen him take to flights of ennui, but this is just…The only thing he does, besides his required patrol through the castle halls and grounds, is sit in the common room reading books of sad poetry. I have barely seen him eat!"

"…what?"

"So, I can only ask you again, my good king," Percival's words were spat with ire, "what has transpired to bring my best friend to such a low? The last he spoke to me of you, he was elated and truly besotted, prattling on like a giddy child. Now, he will not speak to me unless it is the most official of business. Thus, I can only conclude that something happened between you two the night he did not come back to his rooms."

"I…Has he truly been full of woe these last few weeks?" Arthur asked quietly, only to flinch back at the look of pure outrage Percival shot him.

The knight snarled. "Did you lay with him and cast him aside, just to see the sort of games you could play with his heart?! Has the lady of the lake made a grievous error in the man she chose to sit on the throne?!"

Arthur took a swift step back, contrition plain on his face. "No! Of course not! I would not dream to inflict such sorrows upon him purposefully. I…I fear I have let the wrong voice twist my ear, and Lancelot has suffered due to my misguided actions. Please, tell me where he is, so I might try to make amends for my transgression?"

Percival eyed the king for a moment, before letting out a sharp breath. "The last I saw, he was heading to his chambers to pack," she offered, her hackles beginning to lower at the obvious distress her words caused the king.

"To pack?!"

"When I asked what he was doing, he told me he wished to sort out his possessions and seek dismissal from your court come morning. As I am to gather, he plans to depart from Camelot and seek a new path from the lady of the lake."

"No. No! I cannot let his wishes come to pass!" Arthur cried with a shake of his head, hurrying for the door, only to be stopped by Percival's hand on his arm as he brushed by her.

"Were you not the one to tell him to keep your relations secret? Surely, if you are spotted running through the castle to his rooms, someone will see, and rumors will spread," the knight warned, her tail flicking through the air, "He told me you were worried about dissent in your kingdom."

"I no longer care! If my kingdom so chooses to cast me from the throne for giving my heart to another, then so be it. For, what is the point of all of this if I cannot keep him by my side?!" Arthur snapped, wrenching his arm free of Percival's grasp. He heaved a deep breath, taking a moment to gather himself as a slow smirk curled Percival's lips. "I apologize for my outburst. And, thank you, for bringing this to my attention."

"As loyal as I am to you, your Majesty, do not doubt that I hold my friends in as much esteem. I came to you on his behalf, for he would never let his heart bleed in front of you, for fear of sullying your shoes with his ichor. Go to him, then, and show him that you will gladly kneel in the dirt next to him, should he so require it."

"Of course! Of course. Thank you again, Percival," Arthur said with a quick nod, before dashing from his chambers.

Luckily, due to the late hour, there were few servants or guests meandering the halls of the castle to witness Arthur's haste. Those that did gave the king a wide birth, most choosing to ignore the frantic state their ruler was in. After all, they knew that if it was truly a matter to worry over, the knights of the round table would be summoned and the castle would be put on alert.

Only one witness chose to step into Arthur's path, a frown on her face as she clutched a tome to her chest, obviously going back to her own chambers for the night after a trip to the library. Arthur scowled as he dodged around Merlina, ignoring whatever she shouted at him down the hallway. He had made the error of allowing her words to twist his ear once already. He would not make the same mistake twice.

Arthur did not stop until the door to Lancelot's rooms loomed before him, pausing only long enough to catch his breath before raising his fist to knock on the heavy wooden barrier.

"You may enter," came a tired sounding voice from inside, twisting Arthur's guilt riddled heart as he slowly pushed his way inside.

"I told you already, Percival. I am leaving in the morning, and there is nothing you can say or do convince me otherwise," Lance said with a heavy sigh, his back to the door as he methodically folded tunics and placed them into a chest next to his bed.

"Are there truly no words that could change your mind?"

Lancelot whipped around at the sound of Arthur's voice, startled enough to not notice his proximity to his desk, ricocheting his hip off of the corner in his haste, the contents rattling ominously as they threated to fall to the floor. "My king!" He dropped to his knee with a visible wince, one of his hands subconsciously moving to his hip where a bruise would surely form.

"My dearest Lancelot," Arthur breathed, wilting at how formal Lance was being. Where once such a simple folly would have had the pair laughing at the knights uncharacteristic clumsiness, the deafening silence in the room was stifling. He swiftly moved across the room and knelt before his knight. "Please…won't you look upon me?"

"That would be…inappropriate, my king," Lance murmured, ducking his head further.

"Damn appropriateness," Arthur reached out to gently cup Lance's cheeks and lift his face, his heart giving a painful thump in his chest at finding Lance's eyes tightly shut. "…verily, you will not look at me?"

"I…I fear that if I allow myself to gaze upon you, what little resolve I have left will slip away, my lord. Please…I do not wish to tarnish the time we have spent together any further than what I have already," Lance breathed, his form beginning to tremble between Arthur's hands.

"Tarnish?! What rubbish do you speak of?" Arthur scoffed, brushing his thumbs absently through the soft tan fur of Lance's cheeks.

"Rubbish, my lord?" the knight scoffed quietly, "Though, I suppose…you may wish to describe our experiences together as such, if they were not to your liking."

"Our…you surely are not speaking of the night you spent in my bed?" Arthur began to panic, as he could see tears forming and catching on Lancelot's lashes.

"That I would be, my king. It is the last time you chose to summon me to your side, so I can only assume it did not please my lord," Lancelot's voice was a mere whisper as he spoke, his face tilting down despite Arthur's hands holding it up.

"…Please, Lance. Please look at me. I need you to look into my eyes when I say this," Arthur whispered in return, his breath catching in his throat.

Tentatively, Lancelot opened his eyes, first only staring down at Arthur's chest, before slowly tracking his tearful gaze up to Arthur's face.

"Absolutely nothing in this world has ever made me as happy as that night. Having you by my side brings joy into my life like nothing else. To let you go would be to plunge Camelot into darkness, for the heart of their King would be stolen away, never to return. My dearest knight…My beloved Lancelot. Please, I ask of your forgiveness for my miserable transgressions. For allowing the words of another to plant doubt in my very soul," he slipped his hands down to twine his fingers between Lancelot's, pressing their joined hands to his forehead and bowing deeply, bringing his face down so low that his nose brushed the floor, as though their roles were reversed and Arthur was a knight pledging fealty to his king. "I beg of you. May my kingdom crumble before I ever allow myself to hurt you in such a monstrous way again. Forgive me, my heart."

"Arthur," Lancelot breathed, the tears that had gathered in his eyes rolling down his cheeks. "Do you speak the truth? Is this really how you feel?"

"Unquestionably," Arthur murmured into the floor, not daring to lift his head until he was granted Lance's forgiveness. He winced when Lance pulled his hands free of Arthur's grasp, his heart dropping into a pit of despair, fearful that he would be told to leave and his plea ignored.

"Rise, my king," Lancelot's fingers combed through Arthur's quills briefly before retreating again, "Rise, and tell me what happened. Why did you forsake me for just over a fortnight, and only come to me now?"

Arthur slowly lifted his head, keeping his focus squarely on the stonework floor in front of him as he sat up and folded his hands in his lap, looking shamefaced. "When you left my chambers that morning, Merlina caught sight of you. I allowed her to sow the seeds of doubt in my mind about our relations; to believe that you had only agreed to join me in my chambers due to of a sense of obligation. And then I made the poor decision to not speak to you about it. I thought you would come to me, as I had approached you, neglecting to recall the simple fact that I had sworn you to secrecy. That it would look odd for you ask for my audience without reason. It was foolish, and ill-conceived. I regret every moment we have spent apart these last few weeks." He took a deep breath, finally lifting his gaze back up to Lancelot's face, twisting his hands in his lap. "I was so entangled in my own misplaced hurt that I did not even realize how my apparent abandonment was effecting you. Truthfully, the only reason I knew to come here tonight was because Percival came to my chambers to berate me."

"She does have a soft spot for me," Lancelot offered with a light chuckle, scooping up his kings hands to hold them gently between his own. "Thank you for your honesty. I am certain it is no mean feat for any king to admit they were wrong."

"If it means getting back into your good graces, I will admit to being wrong a million times over, even if I am undoubtably right," Arthur breathed, feeing as though his entire world hinged on the next words Lancelot chose to speak. His heart gave a hopeful thump in his chest at the warm laugh his words pulled from his knight.

"Lucky for you, that won't be necessary," Lancelot hummed, giving his kings hands a gentle squeeze.

"Then…you forgive me?" Arthur dared to ask, ears perked forward, his posture straightening in anticipation.

"Always, my king."

"Not your king," Arthur shook his head, shuffling forward until his knees were pressed against those of his knight, "your Arthur. Forever, and always."

"My Arthur," Lance echoed, warm smile on his face. He began to lean forward, pausing just before their noses brushed, a look of uncertainty on his face. "I…may I kiss you?"

"You need never ask such a question again, my Lancelot," the king hummed, tugging Lance forward gently to place a tender, but short, kiss to his lips, "Any time you wish it, kiss me as you please."

"Even in court?"

"Especially in court," Arthur chuckled, "I want the world to know that Sir Lancelot du Lac of the round table is mine, and I am his. And should anyone dissent against our courtship, I will have them banished."

"Arthur!"

"All right, not banished. But, I certainly won't entertain any murmurs of disapproval in my court. I will announce you as my official suitor come morning," Arthur stated matter-of-factly, before sitting up slightly, biting at his lip at the odd look Lancelot was giving him. "I-If that is agreeable to you?"

"What if they call for you to give up the throne over this? Camelot may be a unique kingdom, in that we do not choose our king by birthright, but rest assured, some will question your choice to court a mere knight. Are you certain you wish to announce our relationship to the kingdom?" Lance looked unsure, though his grip remained steadfast on Arthur's hands.

"You are no mere knight," the king scoffed, "You are the strongest knight in all the land, unparalleled by any other in neighboring kingdoms. And raised by the lady of the lake, herself! What better companion could the king of Camelot ask for? None can compare to you in skill, or in beauty. And one day, should you wish it, you will make the finest prince consort this land has ever seen. So, yes. I am more than certain that I want to announce my love for you to the kingdom. But only if you would like for it to be so."

"Yes!" Lancelot's outburst startled both hedgehogs, sending them into a shared fit of laughter. "Apologies…yes. Of course, Arthur. You are my entire world. You have been since the day we met. To get to stand by your side, unimpeded by propriety and societal rules has been my fondest wish since I realized that my heart beats for you, and only you."

"Then it's decided. Now, let's get off the floor. My knees are starting to protest," Arthur groaned, only to let out an indignant squeak as he found himself scooped up into the arms of his knight and lifted into the air as though he weighed nothing. He scowled at Lance's jovial laughter at his surprise, plucking a dark quill in retaliation and grinning wickedly at the wounded sound Lance emitted for it. "That seemed unnecessary. I could have gotten to my feet myself."

"That may be true," Lancelot hummed, stepping up to the side of his bed, "But then I wouldn't be able to do this." He grinned as he tossed Arthur onto his bed, laughing heartily at the startled screech of dismay his king let out as he flew through the air. He then began to crawl onto his bed as Arthur scrambled back into his pillows, his playful grin turning into a coy little smirk. "Now…if I do recall correctly, I believe I described to you a scenario that we did not have time to entertain those weeks ago…"

Arthur's heart sped up as his knight draped himself bodily over him, a distinct flush painting his cheeks as he wound his arms around Lance's shoulders. "Why, I do believe you did."

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xjulixred45x · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I request a Lancelot x Depressed Luz! Reader? Lancelot can’t read her thoughts and wants to help but reader is too traumatized. It’s like angst with fluff? Poor girl needs a rest

Request of 4kota! Yey!

Lancelot x Depressed Luz! Reader

reader had a somewhat...rocky start from the beginning.

Living in a time where the holy war had left havoc in all kingdoms, but especially in humans, it made the segregation and isolation of humans common, especially if you did not share the most supremasist ideas of...some people.

reader was lucky and was able to live in a quiet village, near Betweek. but she was not so lucky in the area of ideas.

A reader since she was young, she was a dreamer, distracted and very stubborn. So having a kingdom so close to the Fairies within such short reach generated a certain interest in the girl.

Even though her family tried to prevent this interest from taking a greater role in her life, it was too late. Reader was a social butterfly, so it was not only easy for her to talk with other humans, but also with other species.

This caused those in her village to begin to isolate her, considering her a danger, after all, what was she thinking when interacting with those creatures? After everything she had done?

Going with the Fairies became a kind of escape for the reader, where she could not only go to a much more interesting world like the fairy forest, but also escape from human prejudices.

Probably by the time he meets Lancelot, they have a somewhat similar dynamic to Lumity at the beginning, Lancelot precisely not wanting a human to get in his way when he has important things to do and a reader DETERMINED to get along with him.

Obviously at first this didn't go very well (I can see Lancelot even threatening to shoot her with an arrow😅) but reader is anything but someone who gives up easily.

Probably one way they had to do bonding was through glyphs, precisely based on fairy magic + reader magic, thus both being more on par, reader being able to have the opportunity to progress as a magician with some help from Lance .

And so, slowly but surely, Lancelot stops seeing the reader as someone naive and annoying, and more as someone genuinely and strangely endearing.

Lancelot is able to show his "silly" side around the reader because 1- he knows she's the real idiot of the two and 2- he's starting to feel comfortable enough to let go of his usual serious self. Being close to the reader makes him feel...young, youthful even, without problems or worries.

but then, something happens.

It may be related to the reader's village, her family, or everything together, but one day the reader simply...turns off.

The next time Lancelot sees her, instead of seeing her characteristic energetic and lively self, he finds a distressed and nervous reader.

which in itself is worrying, but coming from a reader, it is even terrifying, Lancelot is already thinking about everything that could have gone wrong or that could have happened that is distressing her so much.

and of course, if it has to do with someone specific, certain ways of... retribution.

Regardless of what happened, the reader is emotionally destroyed, and since she didn't really have a support network in the village, she went to the fairies (especially if the situation gave her no other option...).

Lancelot does his best to comfort the reader even if she is clumsy, he does it mainly physically or by directly asking if she wants him to do something (wink wink).

If it is something related to someone, Lancelot will kill them. If it's related to the people in Reader's village, she can stay at betweek if she wants, if it's related to her family, she can talk to him, he can relate to a certain extent...

But what stresses Lancelot is that the reader does not immediately return to herself. She is no longer distressed, yes, but she is constantly sad, depressed.

and he can't fix that, he can't get her sadness out in a conventional way, he can't even read her mind and know exactly how she feels and thus be more useful, he feels helpless.

and it honestly breaks his heart that he can't do anything about it.

He is supposed to be the CAPABLE one, the STRONG one, the one she CAN RELY ON and he doesn't even understand basic human emotions well. or how to "fix" this.

In general, Lance gives me vibes as that type of friend (and later partner), if he doesn't fix a problem of yours, he's a failure in his book.

and he is NOT having that.

I think he would eventually ask his family for advice as he no longer had the resources to get ideas from, and he considers this an URGENT matter so he needs support NOW.

and he gets two pieces of advice, totally opposite, from his parents.

Ban says that (if the reader likes alcohol) go drink and relax in a bar and just let things come out, vent without filters, completely honest.

Elaine, on the other hand, believes that it is perhaps better to go to the source of the problem by talking about it privately and completely sober.

Lancelot tries a little of both.

Lancelot invites the reader out for a drink (with the excuse that she needs to get out of the forest before it damages her lungs) and on the way he tries to talk about...it.

And no matter how much the reader tries to reassure him by telling him that he is "getting better," he doesn't even need to read her mind to know that that is a big lie. so he insists and insists--

And reader doesn't understand why, before he used to complain about how she talked non-stop and follow him around, shouldn't he be happy to have some peace and quiet? Why is HE now doing it?

Lancelot at this point is about to burst a vein and with a twitch. responding that he WORRIES ABOUT HER BECAUSE HE LOVES HER, he hates seeing her in pain, he hates seeing how she is not like before and he can't fix it, he hates not knowing what she thinks so he can do SOMETHING, ANYTHING for her to get better.

....

That would probably be the biggest silence that both of them have in all the time they have known each other.

and also, the reader is the one who breaks it, but fortunately (or unfortunately) to break down in tears, for all the repressed emotions, for finally feeling that she can open up about what happened, out of relief...

They both just stay there...they let everything out...

(If they went for beer, rest assured that the reader was a sticky drunk while Lance drove them home. One would like his resistance to alcohol).

At least the night ended much better than expected, Lancelot felt much lighter despite having the reader on top of him, hiccuping and talking nonsense, but at least you could see some of that constant glow on his face again. It's a good start.

(It was definitely weird for Lancelot to be the ""extrovert"" of the relationship for an indefinite amount of time, but it probably just made him better at his sarcastic humor to cheer up the reader. His effort was appreciated. Now he's going to be away from society for at least least one month).

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Have time and energy to do a Request and i go with this one! Thanks for the Request ❤️

#drabble #fem reader #4kota #4 knights of the apocalypse #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4kota lancelot #lancelot x reader #lancelot #luz noceda #toh

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scrollonso · 9 months ago

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First Kiss (Race 4)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {this took way longer than i wanted to finish but i literally had no idea what to put,, next chapter will be longer}

last part - masterlist - next part

They had another two weeks off but this time Lance had to spend it on race related things instead of having fun with Fernando, to the Spaniards disappointment.

He didn't mind it for the most part, until he had to start doing media training. He got he wasn't the best with interviews and tired to make them as short as possible but Nico was great so that made up for it, right? (no)

Lance made it to the paddock, this time with Nico who was making sure he was ready for interviews this time

"How many interviews are you gonna do?"

"As many as possible" Lance groaned, having been asked that for the past two weeks by everyone around him

"Good" Nico laughed, patting the Canadian on the back as they made their way to the cameras (that just happened to be not far from the front of the Renault grage)

"Lance, Lance Stroll!" He heard people calling, he locked eyes with one of them and flashed a smile before walking closer

"Hello, Lance"

"Hello" He nodded slightly, trying his hardest to put what he learned to work

"This is your fourth formula one race, how are you feeling? hoping to do better than last week?"

He held eye contact, taking in what he was being asked "Yeah, yeah this is my fourth race. I'm feeling great so far, hoping to get into the points this weekend but i'd be fine with just finishing the race"

Both him and the interviewer laughed a bit before she asked the next question

"Not race related but the fans can't help but wonder about your friendship with Fernando Alonso, anything to say regarding that?"

"Uhm.." He thought about the question, unable to hide the smile on his face as the world champion was mentioned "Yeah, I mean i hope he considers us friends." Lance laughed a bit, glancing over to the Renault garage just to lock eyes with the Spaniard who'd been watching closely "Him, Mark, and I have gotten really close over the last few weeks."

The interview continued for a little longer and then Lance did a few more, glad when Nico came over to steal him back

"You did good, a lot better than before" Nico teased, patting his back once more

Lance laughed, nodding as he walked back to the Racing Point garage with Nico "Guess suffering for two weeks was worth it"

Once Lance got back to his side he felt his phone vibrate, pulling out just to be greeted by a certain Spaniards name on the screen

"A lot of interviews today, you don't usually like them, no?"

"I don't, but I spent the past two weeks training"

"I'm a media world champ now"

"Good job, champ"

Lance smiled, being called to get ready for quali as the older man did the same a few garages over

Quali went good, Fernando secured p2 and he secured p6. He was glad to qualify so high, hoping it was a sign he'd actually finish the Grand Prix this week.

"Lancito" He heard someone say and he automatically turned his head, it was like a second name to him.

"Nando, Good job today" He smiled, finally beating Fernando to it, the shorter man smiled back

"Thank you, mi sol," Fernando replied with a smile, and Lance felt a flutter of excitement at the affectionate nickname.

As they wandered around the paddock together, Lance couldn't help but feel safe. Despite the pressures of the sport and what he'd hear about himself, moments like these, spent with the world champion, made it all worth it.

The next day was fairly uneventful and so was the race (even though 6 people dnf, none of them were hurt or Fernando so it didnt matter in his mind,) the most eventful part was when Brad spoke to him after he sped past the chequered flag

"P6, Lance, that's P6"

"SIX?" he shouted, making sure he heard his engineer correctly

"Yes, Lancelot, P6! Well done out there today"

"Fuck yeah!" He said excitedly, hurrying his way back to the garage where the team was waiting to congratulate him, he had been the only one on the team to score points so it was a big deal, even though it was only three.

After the podium finished Fernando came over, having gotten p2. He reached the racing point garage and all the engineers knew who he was looking for, telling him Lance was in his drivers room.

Brad headed back there to retrieve the Canadian, watching as his face lit up when he was told who was looking for him

Fernando waited patiently outside of the garage, eyes wandering as he heard footsteps coming his way

"Nando!" An excited voice shouted, the Spaniard looked his way and smiled, seeing how much better Lance was doing after todays race compared to the last one.

"Lancito, good job mi sol" Fernando praised, wrapping an arm around Lance's shoulder, it had become their norm, just as it seemed the nickname 'mi sol' was becoming.

"Y'know, I didn't even realize I was P6 until i crossed the line?" He laughed, not being able to wipe the smile of his face (mostly because of the points he scored but also because of the older mans presence)

"That's how you know you did good, eh?" Fernando flashed a quick smile back to him, patting his shoulder as he directed the taller man to start walking "Did so good you did not notice, are a natural"

"You better watch your back then, I'm coming for your title next" Lance teased, eyes refusing to leave the Spaniard even as they walked

"We'll see about that" Fernando looked away, leaving the Canadian staring longingly at the side of his face. It was nice, talking about the race, as long as they did it together nothing was ever too serious.

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #aston martin #fernando alonso #first kiss au #au #alternate universe #rpf #real person fiction #ls18 #strollonso #fa14 #1418 #renault #racing point

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kikiwooo · 4 months ago

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i’m the anon that asked about xavier and fredrinn tag teaming me and i haven’t been brainrotting about fredrinn lately but i’ve been thinking about xavier as a camboy alot 😭 idk the idea just appeals to me. and i’ve been trying to think of other characters that would fit this trope, like i could totally see lancelot, yin and gusion as camboys HAHAHA

MANNN GODDAM Y'ALL HAVE SOME QUITE INTERESTING FANTASIES 💀😭 I kinda didn't liked what I wrote and some parts might be short because I died

notes; gn! reader, camboy! mlbb boys

Gusion

lmao gus after his brother didn't give him enough money or overall he doesn't have enough money for himself, quite pitiful indeed. Let's jump straight into it cuz if I ever go into detail that would be an essay +he's paxley so probably there's like lot who knows him and his ego just wouldn't allow him

He probably does challenges about how big and deep he can take in and people just following cuz he's not only a new face but a pretty one too+he's also stubborn. He reads every donation out loud, also those shitty and troll ones too, he's that gullible but he learns it after it happens a few times. his eyes does go wide and his system stops for a few seconds after receiving big ass donation (while having a big ass dildo up his ass, his challenge not mine) will also smirk if the person who donated him challenge to another thing and says they'll pay him even more if he does this and that, Gus will do it no matter how impossible it is. (is that dragon di-

Will frequently invite you to his streams or videos if you guys are in relationship irl, but if you only watch and donate and maybe sing in membership(he has the silliest emotions of himself) he'll favor that one person(it's you)

Yin

INEXPERIENCEDDD I TELL YOU, but somewhat he's pretty good with those dildos, bro's born for it. Lieh is tired of hearing Yin's sloppy whimpers and half moans which he tries so hard to hide.( They're twins) most of the people favor him and only him cuz he's cute.

He recording videos cuz he heard it from Lieh that one makes so much money from it and only it. Yin was insecure at first so he first talked it with one of his very very close friend(you), but like super duper close, he can't handle anyone else other than you so you're his go to. He's pretty vanilla but from time to time he doesn't skip to try new things (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂), also somehow gets lots of donations even if he does literally nothing and just sits in front of the camera (you know the deal shh)

But if you're one of his viewers, and probably the nicer one than those of the perverts and just keep him in his ground and offer him to do new things to not lose the attention+also keeping him updated about literally everything going around, somehow Yin even offered you a private video just for you- or just a simple invite (lieh didn't liked that)

Lancelot

ALRIGHTTT, lance is experienced and probably has been in this camboy things for years, he's pretty proud of his own body and shamelessly shows it into the camera without any hesitation maybe that's why he's so popular.

Though he's open to the camera, you can never get anything from him real life, he shuts the topic really fast that you can't even argue back. If you're one of his viewers+have membership probably the earliest one, yeah lance over here has a VIP room for y'all like the first seats of the cinema. Lance cares about what his viewers want because that's where the money comes from, no?

Lancelot is actually fond of tight clothes/gears?? Like how they squeeze is skin so deliciously(he knows his chat loves it, he also himself likes them so win?)

Everyone's literally there for his girly moans what are you talking about.

Xavier

Y'all how we got him on here, 's like we won the lottery???? despite being quiet both irl and in front of the camera, we can hear soft grunts and gasps whilst he's taking it hard(I'm not the one salivating no it's you) AHHHH HE'S JUST, PERFECT??? the way his waist and they way he turns around to check, the way his muscles mmhmmmmhmhmhm. Though he likes you interrupting his streams when you come behind him to tease, he scolds you from after the stream (damn). if one of his viewers with membership, he quietly thanks those people (he whispers, asmr fr) at the beginning of the video/stream, doesn't show much of a reaction at the donates, he's doing it for it anyway, but his eyes will visibly widen whenever reaching such lot donations with cute messages(his fandom is 🎀yes both genders),

He's always sore after the streams and videos, no matter how he took it from low, he always ends up sore which he complains about it, but does he make money? yes so so much and he doesn't thinking about giving it up any time soon.

#mlbb #mlbb x reader #mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #mobile legends bang bang x reader #mobile legends x reader #gn reader #gusion #gusion x reader #yin #yin x reader #lancelot #lancelot x reader #xavier #xavier x reader

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catiecat1320 · 2 months ago

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Sonadowtober Prompt 14: Prank

Arthur decides to have a little fun… with consequences unforeseen

Technically Arthurlot and not Sonadow but shush. I’m having fun

Read Below 🔽

Being stuffed in a dress wasn’t exactly a goal of Arthur’s. By his most trusted knight, no less!

It wasn’t unpleasant, per se, but it was definitely unexpected. It was his fault it happened, he had to admit. A war of pranks, with him disguised as a new knight of their table while he pretended to be away for foreign affairs.

Its beginning sat in a joke.

“Gawain,” Arthur— well disguised with a pinch of magic as Sir Dinadan— chirped at the dinner table. “Your eating habits are despicable.”

Everyone goes silent. The Knight of the Sun stared at him, an entire bunch of grapes in his hand. He had the audacity to look surprised. Perhaps his manners were only for show when the king was present. “They are not.”

“Sure,” Arthur shoots, thoroughly amused by his knights’ habits when he was supposedly not around. It wouldn’t hurt to poke fun at them. “For a wolf. Were you perhaps raised by them?”

“Watch your place.” Lancelot! He’d know that voice anywhere. Coming to Gawain’s defense was something of a surprise; the two were well known rivals. Perhaps their bond went deeper than that. “Just because His Majesty isn’t present does not mean you can be brash.”

Arthur hides a smirk at the mention of the king. If only they knew… but this anonymity was too fun to give up so soon. “Gawain can speak for himself.” The echidna glares at him, but doesn’t say a word. “See! He agrees.”

Lancelot stands, slamming his hands on the table. “You’ve got a big mouth for a small guy.” But before he can do anything, Gawain gives him a wave of dismissal.

“Stand down, Lancelot. I don’t need you to defend me.”

And that was that. Or so Arthur thought.

Lancelot fumed at the audacity of this new knight. To insult his comrade! He needed to be taught a lesson.

But how to do such when Gawain refused his help, and brushed it off as if it were alright? He usually held his honor at the highest regard, but perhaps this knave has damaged his ego.

He mulls over his options for a long time, unable to let it go. A brilliant idea suddenly nests itself in his mind when he sees Sir Dinadan’s name on the participants list in the next day’s jousting event.

It was just a fun show, a series of challenges aimed to connect the people. The king himself had proposed it; it was a pity that he wasn’t there to witness its happenings. Lancelot himself would be participating in a swordsmanship contest later, but…

He smiles to himself as he signs up for jousting under a false name. In all hopes, revenge would be swift.

Arthur pulls up his visor, smiling as the folks cheer for his victory. He hasn’t had this much fun in years. Perhaps when he’s seated on the throne again, he’d request his knights joust with him.

After a short break, he’s up against his newest opponent. They’re… anything but expected. Wearing a dress and a few pieces of armor, there’s a lady on the opposite charge.

He has to admit, she’s as beautiful as she’s daring.

His opponent’s face is covered by a simple visor, leaving him unable to identify her. Arthur knows many people, but he’s never seen her before… She mounts her horse with practiced swiftness, despite the unconventional dress. Amazing. Not even the ladies of the Round Table wore dresses in combat…

The announcer’s voice casts over the crowd and immediately, the jousters spur their horses into a charge.

Perhaps Arthur had underestimated this lady. Perhaps it was the usual chivalry weakening his fight. He doesn’t know, but as his opponent’s lance crashes into his chest at full force, he’s really, really glad he has armor on.

That hurt.

A lot.

Even more when she takes the chance to knock his own weapon out of his hands, then comes around for round two. He’s torn off his horse in an instant.

Black flashes in his vision for all of a second, ringing filling his ears along with the roar of the spectators. He finds it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Arthur’s vision clears to see his opponent standing over him, staring ruby eyes somehow familiar. But he doesn’t have a chance to ponder over it before he’s whisked off the list field, his consciousness slipping.

The last thing he remembers thinking is how impressive of a feat that was.

Lancelot stood by the bed in which Dinadan rested. Perhaps he’d used a little too much force in unhorsing him. The rookie had been unconscious for quite a bit now, and Lancelot couldn’t help but worry for him despite his grievance against his fellow knights.

The worry was unfounded, however. The medic had declared him a heavy sleeper, nothing more.

He could move on to part two of his plan. Was it a bit much? Maybe. But defeat was something suffered by many, and Lancelot couldn’t help but be petty enough to wish for more. Gawain had suffered embarrassment, it was only fair for Dinadan to do the same.

It was with that logic that he took Dinadan into the dining hall, rightfully in a princess carry with the dress he’d put the knight in. Everyone looked up the instant the door opened— for they were late; after all, a dress was a finicky thing to wear for someone inexperienced, even more so when that someone is unconscious.

Gawain was the first to speak. Rather, try to speak. It was a bit of a challenge when he was struggling to breathe from suppressed laughter at the same time. “I-Is that…?”

“Sir Dinadan,” Lancelot affirmed, deadpan. “Or perhaps he’d be Lady Dinadan now?”

That did it. The table erupted with laughter, and though some tried to hold it in and be respectful to their unconscious comrade, they lost to the crowd. Laughter was contagious, and it was only supplemented by the rarity of seeing Lancelot attempt a joke of any kind. It was truly perfect.

The knights took to posing with Dinadan, who was soon awoken by the rabble.

“...what?”

“He awakens!” Gawain lifts him above his head as if celebrating a victor. Cheers rang all around, leaving Dinadan looking around in bewilderment as he’s passed around, before landing in Lancelot’s arms and seeing him smirk.

He opens his mouth, but before he could say a word, the door swings open to reveal the royal wizard, likely come to investigate the noise, who quickly takes on as surprised of an expression as Dinadan wore as her eyes lock on the gowned figure. “Your Majesty!”

Everyone freezes instantly, eyes wide with shock… with the exception of Dinadan, who pouts.

“Must you ruin my charade so soon, Merlina?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she dips into a small curtsey. “I figured you were in trouble, sire.”

All of the knights tense as the truth sets, frantic thoughts practically bouncing off one another. They’d just been making fun of the king. But no other is more afraid than Lancelot, who uses all the willpower he has to set Dinad— Arthur on the ground gently before dropping to his knees.

“Sincerest apologies, Your Majesty,” he blurts immediately, words spilling out like a waterfall before he could think about their effect. “I… I take full blame and punishment for our actions against you, I provoked such out of spite and should not have done it. Regardless if they were you or a fellow knight or anyone at all. I… don’t know what I was thinking. I-I’m so sorry, sire.” He touches his head to the floor while the rest of the knights shuffle amongst themselves and bow theirs in shame.

“Lancelot…”

He flinches at his name, preparing for what came next. But Arthur just lays a hand on his head, dress splaying on the floor with his crouch. Lancelot resists the urge to look at him.

But that was the wrong choice. “Get up.”

He rises, slowly, careful not to take his gaze off the ground. But Arthur puts a hand to his chin and forces him to look at his face. Whatever magic that disguised the king has either worn off or been removed by Merlina, leaving him struggling to meet emerald eyes. “You’re not in trouble. No one is.”

There’s not a hint of malice in his voice, yet Lancelot bites his lip to keep from protesting. To parade the king around like a fool was worthy of death, it… it wasn’t just, to let him off.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Arthur says, interrupting his thoughts. “But this was a harmless joke. There’s nothing wrong with that. I see no need to punish you, nor anyone else involved. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Lancelot replies, because what else could he say to that? His king was so kind…

“If it makes you all feel any better, I find this terribly amusing,” Arthur smiles, twirling around. As everyone resumes their activities, he takes the time to tell all the knights what he noticed while undercover, coaxing quite a few laughs out of the table.

At the end of the night, the king pulls Lancelot aside, an innocent request to help him remove the dress. It’s a tedious process.

As Arthur stands in his bed clothes, he holds up the gown in the lamp light with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I have to say, Lancelot, you wear this better than I. If you weren’t my knight, I’d consider making you my queen.”

That comment leaves Lancelot awake that night.

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wumiings · 2 years ago

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Best Wife

“Gwen is the best at everything, isn’t she?” Merlin remarked as they walked together. “Best seamstress, best friend, best queen…”

“Best wife,” Arthur added fervently.

Merlin hummed at that and made an ambivalent gesture, just to be difficult. He then had to bite his lip to hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his throat at the king’s indignant expression.

Guinevere, of course, caught the glittering amusement in his eye right away. She put on a tone of exaggerated injury as she demanded, “Merlin, you don’t think I’m the best wife?”

Merlin shot her a well-constructed grimace of guilt and sympathy. “Well, I mean, every man has got to be biased in favor of his own wife, hasn’t he?”

“You don’t have a wife, Merlin,” Arthur informed him with a scowl.

Merlin shrugged, unaffected by the pronouncement. “I might do.”

“No, you don’t—”

Just then, Merlin caught sight of Lancelot coming down the hallway. His eyes lit up. “Lance!”

The knight looked towards the sound and, noticing the trio, waved in greeting.

“I need you to settle a matter for me,” Merlin told him, the picture of earnestness. When Lancelot nodded, he asked, “Who has the best wife: me or Arthur?”

To the king’s immense shock, a stricken look crossed Lancelot’s face.

“You want me to choose?!” he demanded almost shrilly, and if it was an act, it was the most flawless performance in the five kingdoms, because his voice even cracked on the question.

Merlin’s gaze softened at once. “No, no, if it’s too difficult to say, I won’t make you. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Lancelot looked like a man granted a reprieve from execution— an absolutely ridiculous response to an already baffling conversation. Then, with a short nod of farewell, he hurried off down the hallway as if fearing Merlin might change his mind.

Both Arthur and Gwen stared after his retreating back for a long moment before slowly turning those stares back on Merlin.

“Do you have a wife?” the queen asked, incredulous.

Merlin only shrugged again and repeated with a small, mischievous grin: “I might do.”

#bbc merlin #fic #drabble #semi-crack #arwen #freylin #i know this doesn’t mention freya’s name but you know #poor lancelot did not want to be involved in that At All

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rainbowrocketquotes · 1 year ago

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Archie: Why do you and your siblings all have five letter names?

Maxie: We... Don't?

Archie, listing: Skyla.

Maxie: Okay.

Archie: Maxie—

Maxie: You know my name is short for Maximilian.

Archie: Lance—

Maxie: Is short for Lancelot.

Archie:

Archie: I'm sorry, it's short for what-?

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frenchgirlocean · 9 months ago

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wanna listen to your hands soothe

hatchetfield; original work

— lorelai bowman & lance swohn (gen)

fluff ⋆ sickfic ⋆ comfort no hurt

(542 words)

for @wetcatschwartzy <3

Lance takes one short look at Lorelai as she throws the backpack on the floor next to the dinner table in his living room, and it tells him all he needs to know.

“You’re not sick again, are you?”

Lorelai blinks at him for a few moments, bleary and tired, and Lance is half–convinced that he’ll need to spring out of his seat and catch her in the next few seconds when Lorelai clears her throat and shakes her head.

“Absolutely fuckin’ not.” She says, and then contradicts herself in the worst way by almost sneezing her brains out. Right into her elbow, and Lance gets brutally reminded to never borrow any of her clothes again, no matter how comfy they are. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“... No reason.” He lies through his teeth, and watches Lorelai struggle with the zipper of her backpack. “Maybe you want to lay down?”

“I’m not a baby, Lancelot, I don’t need a—” an absolutely monstrous sneeze, “nap.”

“Yeah.”

Lorelai sneezes, then yawns, and then barks out a strange combination of another yawn mixed with a cough. She almost slumps over his dinner table, but hauls herself up once again to dive into her backpack, looking like a ragdoll being thrown around with telepathy.

“Maybe—” He puts one hand on her bare arm, and Lorelai hisses. Like a wild cat with rabies.

“Jesus, Lance! Give a girl a warning before you come with your freaky cold hand, will you?”

Lance opens his mouth to defend himself, what the hell, Lorelai. Then he remembers that trying to fight with a sick Lorelai is absolutely useless, and resumes his work to straight up pick her up from the chair and put her on the nearest flat, comfy surface.

“Wha—” She blinks, but once her head hits Lance’s covered collarbone, all signs of consciousness disappear. Her cheek rests on his shoulder, smacked like she’s already fallen asleep, and he only knows that she’s awake by her pattern of breathing — too fast for usual asleep–Lorelai speed. Otherwise, she’s completely limp, snoring through her clogged nose, and Lance already tenses up knowing how bad her colds can get.

He sets her down on his bed as gently as he possibly can, but she still stirs when he tears her already–sweaty face off his sweater.

Lorelai stares at him with wide, dark eyes for a few moments before he awkwardly rattles off,

“Do you need something?”

Her nose scrunches up, and she yawns again, curling up in his goddamn Arthur and the Invisibles blanket.

“Nah.” She pulls the corner of the blanket higher, up to her face, but opens her eyes again. The way she looks reminds Lance of when they were younger, maybe in elementary school, and his mom would let her stay over for weeks when her dad worked across the country just to keep them afloat. “Actually, can y’do your work here?”

Oh. Of course.

(He’d run to the end of Earth for her.)

“Sure thing.”

Lorelai snorts through the phlegm in her throat. “St’p talkin’ like my dad.”

“Oh, screw you too.” He says with a bite of a smile in his voice, and when he leaves the room to collect his homework, he swears he can hear Lorelai grumbling affectionately, something about her father and him being the same person in different fonts.

He’d give his life up for her. Blanket, bed, free time and probably his own health aren’t that much.

#hatchetfics #original work #cross-posted on ao3 #drabbles 2024 #scott writes #scott originals #lorelai bowman #lance swohn #original characters #original fiction #for salem

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xxsycamore · 1 year ago

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Hey friend! For the mlm prompts, if the free day prompt hasn't been taken yet, I'd like to request Sirius x Harr with a Teacher AU. If your feeling up to it, Lancelot can come play too, but he's not required if not.

Leave it to Krys to think up a good prompt for the free day!! Thank you so much for this, I still remember the cozy morning when I drafted this! Oh, Lancelot definitely can come play too.

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love creative challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Sirius x Harr x Lancelot

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫

When Sirius pushes open the door of the principal's office, the familiar intense aroma of rich black coffee flies to his nostrils and he already knows, for sure:

"Oh Harr, you're here too. Hello. And hello, Lance."

The blonde-haired man relaxes back in his office chair, putting down the document he's been reading through, offering a greeting back to Sirius just as Harr does. Still, a heavy sigh fills the room the very next second.

"Those brats just refuse to at least try and focus during this time of the year. Classes are turned to chaos."

Something is pushed into Sirius' hands, and he accepts it without thinking twice because of the risk of spilling its scorching contents. When he looks up, he finds a chaste but knowing smile on Harr's face.

"Here, take my cup. I'll make myself another. We drink it the same, after all."

It's no wonder that Harr sympathizes with him, not having it any easier on his end in Magic Crystal Usage class, especially considering the safety risk when presented with a room full of absent-minded students who are counting the days until the end of the school year.

"It's true, we drink it the same. Unlike a certain someone who prefers to put so many sugar cubes, we can take it to Mr. Ash's laboratory to study it for poison."

"Sirius, enough."

The widening smile on Sirius' face blooms into a short but hearty laughter that prevents him from taking the long-anticipated first sip - but even after he's ready to immerse himself in it, he finds another reason to pause.

"Lance, I'll show you how me and Harr sweeten our coffees without any health risks. Watch closely."

The hand that lands on Harr's cheek is warm and gentle when it turns him to face the taller man, and along with those words, it should be enough of a warning sign. Yet Harr's surprise manifests as a small gasp on the plush lips of Sirius when they clash into his, his mouth now agape and inviting for the seemingly innocent demonstration. It's all up to Sirius to take advantage of it or not, and his pent-up aggravation dictates a need to deepen the kiss. This time for the stress relief qualities it bears, not for the bitterness of his coffee.

"Indeed, why haven't I thought sooner of this?"

Lance's voice breaks through the haze, and his lovers only now realize that he got up from his chair and approached them. Sirius' hand remains on Harr's face, almost protectively, in stark contrast with the inviting look in his eyes.

"Now, don't steal my sugar. Find your own."

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Modern Merlin Moodboards (Part 4) (Revamped);

Character: Sir Lancelot Du Lac.

Modern name: Lance Griffin.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: Lance Griffin grew up the son of a solider and because of that, he and his family often moved around. That is, until the night his parents and grandparents were all killed in a robbery gone wrong after burglars broke into their house.

Lance just barely managed to escape being killed as well by hiding in a cupboard until the cops arrived.

After that, he was placed in foster care where, after a couple of years of acting out (from ages 7-11) Lance was put in military school where he met and befriended Percival. He was there for a couple of years until an old friend of his mom's petitioned for custody of him and got it. Allowing for him to stay there during the school year and spend the summer with her.

He joined the police academy after graduating and eventually, after being promoted to detective, he was partnered up with Detective Leonard Grant (who preferred Leon) who introduced him to Doctor Merlin Everstone.

The pair are now roommates (along with Leon's wife, Vivian).

Character: Merlin of Ealdor (also known as Emrys).

Modern name: Merlin Everstone.

Age: 36 years old (physically at least).

Modern job: Physician/Doctor.

Short rundown of their modern life: Merlin has walked the Earth waiting for Arthur to rise, constantly running into Leon and getting into trouble in the meantime. Helping those in need as he did so and eventually becoming a licensed doctor.

Not long after Lancelot popped up, Merlin met Freya (who had nothing to her name) and re-fell in love with her. Eventually Freya's memories returned and the pair settled down, got married (after meeting Will and Elena and attending their own wedding) with the pair (along with Lancelot, Leon, and Vivian) as their witnesses, and had one (magical) son named 'Dragonet'.

As well as a daughter named Stephanie.

Character: Freya (Also known as the Lady of the Lake).

Modern name: Freya Everstone.

Age: 36 years old.

Modern job: Strawberry Farmer.

Short rundown of their modern life: Freya Everstone was born to an Amish community in Canada where she spent the first eighteen years of her life.

She lost her family when she was young, causing her to be raised by the rest of the community until she was attacked by a man, causing her to kill him accidentally in self defense. Which caused her to be ousted by her community and attacked by the man’s mother, which caused her to flee to the U.S.

She ran into Merlin when she was twenty three and soon fell in love with him: eventually causing her memories to return. After that, the pair bought a farm with a few fields filled with wildflowers, near a lake and mountains. Planted some strawberries and got a couple of cows.

Not long afterwards, she and Merlin attended Will and Elena's wedding and decided to tie-the-knot in a courthouse wedding with their friends as their witnesses.

Less than a year later, their only daughter, Stephanie, was born. Two years after, their last child, Dragonet, was born.

Character: None.

Modern name: Stephanie Guinevere Everstone.

Age: 13 years old.

Modern job: None. She's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Stephanie Guinevere Everstone was born fourteen years ago was born to Merlin and Freya, and grew up having to keep her magic a secret from most—except for Leon and her family.

Because of this, she grew up feeling bitter and became very rebellious towards her parents. Wanting nothing more than to not hide who she was.

Eventually leading to her disappearance.

Character: Dragonet the Royal Court Jester.

Modern name: Dragonet Everstone.

Age: 11 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Dragonet was born to Merlin and Freya 11 years ago, and grew up having to keep his magic a secret from most— outside of Leon, his sister, and his parents, of course.

He eventually ended up befriending Artie, Everard, Marcel, and Salem, and now does his best to keep them out of harm while trying to keep his magic a secret. Just till his parents and Leon say it's okay for him to tell them.

Which is likely to be sometime after they awaken everyone.

(It's a good thing he's somewhat patient).

Character: Gilli.

Modern name: Gilligan 'Gilli' White.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Carpetener.

Short rundown of their modern life: Gilligan 'Gilli' White was born to a disgraced Magician who was murdered when he was only twelve years old.

After this, Gilli ran away and joined a traveling group of magicians who were apart of a traveling circus. Hellbent on learning all the tricks his father had denied him knowledge of and on tracking down the men who murdered his father (which, given that he doesn't know they are... Well, is not easy).

In the circus, he met his boyfriend, Daegal Norrington, and his friends, Sophia Tiermore and Lamia Scales.

Eventually, he left the circus. Still practicing magic, but becoming a Carpenter and moving into a motel where he still resides to this day with his now med student boyfriend, Daegal Norrington.

Character: Daegal.

Modern name: Daegal Norrington.

Age: 25 years old.

Modern job: Med Student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Daegal Norrington grew up the only child of a single magician and fortune teller in a traveling circus.

Never knowing who his father was.

When he was eight, an older boy named ‘Gilli’ White joined the circus and they became friends.

When he was nine, a girl named ‘Sophia Tiermore’ was left at the circus by her father.

When he was thirteen, a girl named ‘Lamia Scales’ was found and brought to the circus and taken under the wing of his mother.

When he was seventeen, his mother was killed by a Penace Industries product and was laid to rest by the rest of their circus troop.

When he was eighteen he left the circus with Gilli in hopes of attending med school and supporting the other man’s dream of being a carpenter. Now they live in a motel together.

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