#lancelot flutters in

[clichenuance]

1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 20, 69

Ope

1) Pow Wow Carnival (feat. Little Creek Singers) by DJ Shub

2) Stadium Pow Wow by The Halluci Nation and Black Bear

3) Native Puppy Love by The Halluci Nation

4) Big Crow (feat Black Lodge Singers) by DJ Shub

10) I Can't Remember My Name by Snotty Nose Rez Kids and Shanks Sioux

20) Hades Pleads by Parker Millsap

69) (eyyy lmao) I'll Rust With You by Steam Powered Giraffe

thanks for playing my dude :D I.. feel like the top hits suggest a trend here lmao

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Another chapter of Artura being the sweetest LI possible! ❤❤❤

[asmfic]

Sayaka goes through a lot in ASM, but if there's a moment that draws from their canon breakdowns, honestly I'm hitting it in writing at the moment.

I can't help but describe all their feelings, their desires, their fears as such visceral things. They're all encompassing in a way that feels right to write.

I'm not entirely sure if I'm managing this fully in-character for them, but looking at the events of Elsa Maria... Maybe I am?

[justaz]

that one deleted scene where merlin compliments percival and arthur takes him down, then merlin compliments gwaine and arthur takes him down, the merlin insinuates they’re letting him win so arthur challenges elyan and wins. merlin laughs after arthur stomps away and then lancelot comes over to chide him and complain and merlin laughs and says that arthur is just so predictable. out of the corner of his eye he can see the king returning so he flutters his eyelashes and places his hands on lancelot’s arms to squeeze his muscles and goes “and you’re all big, strong men. i’m sure you can take it” lancelot stares, confused, but can’t say anything before arthur plows right through them and grabs a weapon before dragging lancelot onto the field with him. lancelot turns to look over his shoulder with a betrayed look and merlin just waves back with a grin. arthur wins. leon sighs tiredly from beside merlin, scaring him bc he didn’t see the knight make his way over to him. leon doesn’t say anything but just gives merlin his Disappointed Mom stare and merlin mutters an apology

[bisclavret]

merlin LOVED being challenged and perceived by gwaine every interaction they have in s3 is gwaine saying something controversial but true or being surprisingly vulnerable and merlin fluttering his eyelashes like omg for meeee? and even in s4 after lancelot dies and merlin grieves and gwaine joins the knights and signs an NDA contract that prevents him from being opinionated on the clock they still meet in the middle when gwaine powers past the dismissive façade merlin is putting up and they touch FINGERS by CANDLELIGHT and gwaine challenges merlin for his own good (because he's spiraling over gaius's abduction and pushing everyone away) and like the logical thing here would be for gwaine to realize that his approach still works and merlin NEEDS gwaine to poke at him from time to time but instead he proceeds to never do anything of the sort ever again and fades into the background until merlin happens to beckon him and the thing is they wrote him as too smart and temperamental when he was first introduced for him backing down to make a lick of sense unless we assume that he's had so many concussions that he's basically lobotomized by season 5. many such cases unfortunately

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 74th Tilt (FINAL TILT OF THIS ROUND)

Westley, The Princess Bride (1987) VS. Sir Lancelot, Lancelot du Lac (1974)

Propaganda

Westley, The Princess Bride (1987) Portrayed by: Cary Elwes Defeated Opponents: - Forge Fitzwilliam [Hugh Grant], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

“He's the smartest and strongest guy in the whole movie, and he can do everything. But he's not just a champion, he's 100% devoted to the woman he loves. When he stares at Buttercup with the most outrageous blue heart eyes and murmurs "as you wish" I melt. And his accent is hot as hell.”

Sir Lancelot, Lancelot du Lac (1974) Portrayed by: Luc Simon Defeated Opponents: - Tormund Giantsbane [Kristofer Hivju], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

“If I was Guinevere, I'd have an affair with this Lancelot!”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Westley:

“When I first watched TV Princess Bride, at a middle school sleepover, we paused on Farmboy"s face, and left it there as we fell asleep. Have had an enormous crush on Westley ever since.”

“Show me an xennial woman who did not have at least a LITTLE bit of a crush on "eyes like the sea before a storm" Westley and I will show you a liar (and I say this as someone who grew up to realize that she had an even bigger crush on Buttercup, so.)”

“The way he says "As You Wish' had baby-me's heart all a-flutter before I even knew what that meant. And honestly the way he says every other line invokes the same mooneyes and sigh. He lives for True Love, he knows it is the most noble thing in the world! His speech to Humperdink is the greatest thing ever. What I mean to say is I braved the ROUSes for a glance at this man!”

“TRUE LOVE. Poisoner, duellist, cunning and fast and full of tricks and doing it all to save the girl he hasn't seen for years but still loves more than life itself what's not to love?? (As you wish.)”

For Sir Lancelot:

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Things I've worked out so far for my Merlin Soulmate AU:

Soulmates and soulmarks are their own subset of magic, and one that Uther can not eradicate, because everyone is born with soulmates

So he does the next best thing and makes it practically illegal to find one's soulmate, mandating the use of gloves and long-sleeves around anyone that is not immediately blood related (soul bonds are solidified through touch)

(Except in the cases where he found someone with a soul mark that moved (a sign that their soulmate was born with magic) in which he would force a parade of citizens to come touch until he finds them. (Very rarely does he find them in this way))

Uther repeals most of the laws surrounding soulmates that ensure their rights. Such as the law that protected bonded soulmates (soulmates who have solidified their bond through touch) from having to testify against each other. In fact, under the new laws he made, if someone refused to testify against their soulmate, both/all would be assumed guilty of the crime in question and punished accordingly

Uther, being very classist and viewing common folk as inferior, also passes a law nulifying marriages between noble and common born soulmates, and outlawing any future marriages of the kind. So people that had been noble for decades were stripped of their title and standing and forced to return to their lives from before (in many instances this part was not strictly enforced, and it caused a lot of outrage when a noble spouse DID abide by this and shun their common born soulmate that had been their partner.)

Uther also repeals a law that allowed nobles to lend their noble status to their platonic soulmates, suddenly making GENERATIONS of nobility commonfolk.

This causes resentment from these nobles, as well as their friends. Sorcerers are not the only ones trying to kill Uther in this au, he wrongs just about everyone.

The only reason he continues to stay in power is because he's so brutal and he fosters a strong inner circle with similar views as his (or so he thinks in some cases)

Uther only had one soulmate and it was Ygraine. However, Ygraine had another soulmate and it was Nimeuh.

Nimeuh tried very hard to dissuade Ygraine from agreeing to the enchantment that lead to her giving birth to Arthur, and it was Ygraine that had to persuade Nimeuh into agreeing to even do it, as Nimeuh knew the risks and did not want to risk losing a part of her soul

She does anyway, despite her every effort

Uther makes it illegal to talk to others about their soulmates or soul marks or to show them to anyone.

Now even before Uther's bullshit, it wasn't polite to just ask, or to ask to see someone's marks (unless that mark was your own, then it was fine, lots of people wanted to know what the representation of their soul looked like)

But this made it so the generation(s) raised following the purge had next to no knowledge of soulmates (Same as with magic) or what made them "evil"

Well, they're magic. Measures of destiny, pieces of ones soul displayed on the skin of the people most important in one's life. And when a piece of one's soul dies, it's agony.

It was no secret that Queen Ygraine was King Uther's soulmate.

In the years of and following the Purge, those particularly bold and angry would whisper, "His entire soul died with her."

Everyone's soulmarks are as follows:

Merlin's is a fluttering blue butterfly

Arthur's is a gleaming golden crown

Gwen's is a forge bucket filled with lavender

Morgana's is a crescent moon with a bright star rotating around the bottom tip (thank you to @clotpoleofcamelot for the idea!)

Percival's is an acorn that is beginning to take root (thank you to @jgvfhl for the idea!)

Leon's is an owl in flight holding an arrow in its talons (I'm not entirely sold on this one, so if anyone has other suggestions, I'm open to it)

Gwaine’s is an oak with his necklace's symbol carved into the trunk (thank you to @donttouchtheneednoggle for the symbol idea!)

Lancelot's is a sword crossed diagonally over a shield with the crest of a winged beast

And Elyan's is a forge hammer circled by chainmail links (thank you again to @donttouchtheneednoggle for the idea!)

Arthur, Elyan, Gwaine, Gwen, Lancelot, Leon, Merlin, and Percival are all soulmates with each other. Gwen also has a soulmate in Morgana, and Merlin has a soulmate in Freya

(Merlin's soulmark for Freya does not start moving until she is cursed, and Merlin asks Gaius what it means. He has a crisis when he finds out, as he puts together that Arthur and Gwen (and Lancelot, but thats not an issue) must know that Merlin was born with magic.)

Merlin before that point is not aware that his soul mark on his soulmates moves, marking him as a born sorcerer. Should he have known this, since Huneth would know due to her soulmate being Balinor? Yeah, he probably should, but there's a lot Huneth didn't tell Merlin in the show and it might not have occurred to her to tell him, or even that he'd find his soulmates in Camelot.

Morgana's other soulmates are Morgause and Mordred.

Leon, Gwen, and Elyan find out they are soulmates when they are kids. The thing about young kids is that they don't really care a whole lot about rules that they don't understand, rules that no one explained, rules that don't make sense. You cant go swimming and catch frogs in full clothes with gloves! So they don't. And it's just the three of them present when they find out that Leon is soulmates with both Gwen and Elyan

(Gwen has known that she and Elyan are soulmates since she held him for the first time. Siblings that are soulmates are unusual but not unheard of)

They agree not to tell anyone, as they don't want to get in trouble

Leon and Arthur soulbond by accident.

Arthur comes over one day to Leon's estate and Leon, who does not have gloves on as he is in his home, greets Arthur with a hair ruffle without thinking.

This is in front of Leon’s parents and a guard, so there is no covering it up when both boys have the exact same reaction, and Arthur asks what that feeling was

Leon (a teenager at this point, maybe 15-16) is TERRIFIED. He just broke the law in front of several witnesses, and soulbound with the king's son. He's expecting to get executed or banished

Neither of those things happen.

In fact, Uther is not even mad. Leon is well on his way to becoming a skilled and respected knight, and he comes from a loyal noble family going back generations. If anything, Uther sees Leon being Arthur's soulmate as a sign of his loyalty and a garentee he will serve him well (Never let it be said that Uther isn't a hypocrite)

It's not long after this that a young Arthur asks Gaius what it means when a soulmark moves. Gaius stiffens and slowly explains that it means that the soulmate was born with magic. "But I thought magic is evil?" "According to your father, it is illegal, yes." "But I thought soulmates were supposed to have positive lasting impact on your life. Leon does." And Gaius is feeling a mix of emotions, cause if Arthur is implying what he *thinks* he is... "Arthur, do you have a soulmark that moves?" And Arthur nods and shows him the butterfly with the gently flapping wings. Gaius instructs Arthur not to tell or show anyone this, especially Uther, as it could be dangerous not only for his soulmate, but for him as well.

Arthur listens to Gaius and doesn't say a word to anyone, including Leon (if he had, they might have figured out they had all the same soulmates, and Leon could have pointed him towards Gwen and Elyan sooner)

Gwen almost doesn't take the job as Morgana’s servant because TWO of her soulmarks move and her parents warned her and Elyan (who shared most of the same soul marks as her) never to let anyone see, to never talk about it, or it would put both them and their soulmate(s) in danger.

A downside to always having to wear gloves it it makes it rather difficult to dress someone, even if tools had been invented to help with the process. One day Gwen gets frustrated and Morgana tells her to take them off if it would be easier. And Gwen freezes a bit. Because Morgana is the king's ward, and this is a bad idea, she's encouraging her to break the law. But then Morgana takes off her own gloves and wiggles her fingers at Gwen "It's fine, Gwen. No one needs to know. It's a stupid law anyway." And Gwen turns away, heading for the door, and for a second Morgana thinks she's gone too far and is about to apologize when Gwen flips the lock on the door, ensuring it's secure and coming back, removing her gloves as she does so. Morgana grins and promises that nothing that happens before that door gets unlocked will be repeated to anyone.

Morgana holds out her hand for Gwen to shake and after a long moment Gwen takes it. And their marks for each other go warm and and this feeling of *rightness* settles over them both, they've found another piece of their SOUL

This is how Morgana gets confirmation that she has magic, by asking to see her mark on Gwen and realizing what it means that her mark *moves*

I have more that starts moving into what changes and stays the same to canon, but this is already so long that it will have to be another post. If anyone has any clarifying questions, please feel free to ask me!

[theprinceofliones]

It’s the middle of the night.

Tristan is, of course, asleep when Lancelot sneakily enters through one of his large windows into his chambers.

He softly lands on the stone floor inside and makes sure to once again lock the windows behind him. Then, he turns and quietly walks over to Tristan’s large bed where the younger prince sleeps, taking off his bow and settling it onto one of his smaller chairs, then removing his hoodie and throwing it somewhere in his room, and then taking off his shoes until he’s left in only his pants.

Lancelot sighs as he looks over and his eyes scan along Tristan’s sleeping form. His long hair is braided so it doesn’t get tangled and his mismatched eyes are ever so softly closed whilst he breathes evenly.

He carefully climbs into bed with him, being so so careful not to wake him up, and manages to get underneath the covers when Tristan mumbles and twitches before his eyes flutter open with a yawn that escapes his lips.

“Mmm…Lance?” He slurs and reaches up to rub at one droopy eye. “You’re here…”

“Shh,” Lancelot hushes him. “Yeah. I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

“Missed you,” Tristan murmurs as his mismatched orbs fight a losing battle of staying open. “Come snuggle.”

Lancelot huffs. “Fine.”

Tristan coos with sleepy joy as Lancelot crawls underneath the covers and into Tristan’s awaiting arms. The elder prince wraps around him protectively as the younger curls wraps his arms around his back. They settle against his fluffy mattress, like puzzle pieces fitting together, and Lancelot relaxes into his embrace.

Tristan holds him and presses a sleepy kiss against his cheek. Lancelot’s mouth quirks upwards and he tilts his head to peck Tristan’s lips.

“Sleep,” Lancelot urges.

“Still gon’a be here ‘morrow?” Tristan murmurs and Lancelot hums.

“Yeah,” He promises as Tristan falls asleep. Lancelot watches as his breathing begins to even out again and his lips part as he inhales and exhales ever so softly in the fists of his peaceful slumber.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[evedaser]

once again astounded by the difference between bbc merlin lancelot and arthurian lancelot

bbc lancelot is the most noble, kind, (attractive,) gentle, chivalrous knight who has not once done anything wrong in his life. i think about him constantly and my heart flutters and i grin and i sob

arthurian lancelot is such a fucking bozo. “most noble and brave” yeah he’s a mary sue with an anime backstory and an obsession more unhealthy than my fixations. completely unable to make any rational decisions whenever the mention of guinevere is even remotely possible, complete idiot, deemed unworthy and smote by god himself, defeated by A CUP, and essentially one-upped by his only son. i laugh at his misfortune

[scrollonso]

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.

[smokerswifey]

[ The Samurai & The Prince drabble 1

Tristan's  mismatched eyes narrowed as he glared at the dozing samurai that was dripping blood all over his bed.

“ You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Lancelot’s garnet eyes opened slowly as they carefully considered the intruder.

“ Shouldn’t you be in bed at this time Ouji-Sama ?” He drawled, scratching his poorly bandaged chest gently..

Tristan’s glare deepened as he dropped his first aid bag at the feet of Lancelot’s bed before planting himself in front of the blond, placing his hands on his hips.

“ I would be in bed if Jade-San, hadn’t came to tell me that you got yourself injured during your battle today and that you refused to get yourself treated by a medic!”

Lancelot kissed his teeth before rolling his eyes.

“ It’s barely a scratch, that blabbermouth’s got his panties in a bunch for nothing, I’ll be fine.” The samurai said before gesturing the door.

“ Don’t worry your pretty, little head over nothing  just go to bed and I’ll see ya tomorrow…” He yawned before closing his eyes.

Tristan however had no intention of leaving.

He stormed to Lancelot’s side, climbing on top of the samurai’s bed.

Lancelot’s eyes snapped open as he narrowed his eyes confusedly.

“ Oi, what the hell are you doing-“ Before Lancelot could finish, Tristan’s hand slipped under his black shirt before pulling the soft material up.

“ WHAT THE HELL-

“ Barely a scratch huh…” Tristan repeated in a deadly whisper as he glowered, livid.

A shallow cut. Thin. Yet so very terribly long stretched from the apex of Lancelot’s sternum to pelvis. The edges of the cut were ragged, the pinkened skin a tad shrivelled yet still fresh.

Despite the clumsily wrapped bandages, Tristan could still make out the fresh, angry red cut. Speaking of the bandages, the once white cloth was now stained deep red, indicating that the samurai has probably been bleeding for a while.

Tristan gently grazed the tip of the cut with his fingertip, pulling away immediately when Lancelot let out a weak hiss of pain.

“ You’re such an idiot, why didn’t you come to me…” Tristan rasped, looking up at Lancelot with tears in his mismatched eyes.

Lancelot looked away, avoiding Tristan’s fervent gaze.

“ Didn’t want to bother you while you were busy with the wedding preparations…” The samurai murmured, his eyes downcast.

Tristan stiffened at the mention of his upcoming wedding before huffing exasperatedly.

“ Hey.” He said, cupping Lancelot’s warm cheek to make the samurai meet his eyes, trying his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that fluttered madly when Lancelot’s dark red eyes bore into his.

“ You will never bother me Lance,” He whispered, leaning in until he felt the samurai’s gold locks brush against his forehead.

“ You will always come first to me-you always have and you always will, so don’t you ever think otherwise ‘kay ?” Tristan sniffled, gliding his thumb on the smooth expanse of Lancelot’s cheek.

Lancelot sighed quietly, closing his eyes before wrapping a hesitant arm around Tristan’s shoulders, exhaling gently when the prince burrowed himself in his embrace, being careful not to put any weight on Lancelot’s injury.

Tristan wrapped his arms around Lancelot’s shoulders, squeezing tightly while he hid his face into the samurai’s neck while one of Lancelot’s calloused hands cupped the prince’s fluffy head while the other clutched the small of his back.

“ Of all the people…”  Lancelot muttered inaudibly into Tristan’s hair as he couldn’t help but breathe in the sweet, warm and familiar scent of his lifelong childhood friend who was about to get married to the biggest asshole that ever walked on this earth.

Of all the people in Liones that Lancelot could’ve fallen in love with.

Why did it have to be the one person that he could never have?

Why did it have to be the one person that had no romantic interest in him-at all ?

Why did it have to be the bloody Prince of Liones who’s hand was already promised to someone else ?

And why-why-after over a decade of trying to move on, why couldn’t Lancelot still get over him ?

“Why did it have to be you…?” Lancelot breathed into Tristan’s hair.

( nobody asked for this and this is corny and probably and a lot of grammar errors cause I wrote this as quickly as I could but I'll give to you guys anyways )

( This isn't like a real fanfic lol this is just me messing around, expirementing with the au and etc )

[personaje-fics]

For @merlinmicrofic. Prompt "Sunlight."

Arthur/Lancelot, Gen, No Warnings. AO3.

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“Report,” his Lady commands, her voice severe.

Lancelot had his head down in a bow, but even when he looks up, he does not meet her eyes. Instead, he focuses on the way her black hair cascades messily over her shoulders, her dark dress, the way her skin glints even paler under the moonlight. She is so different from her brother.

Report. Lancelot tells her everything she had tasked him to investigate. Schedules, guard rotations, supplies, numbers. All he has learned in his few months as a knight of King Arthur.

He doesn’t mention the late nights spent at the King’s chambers, though. The wine they have drank together in front of the hearth, a fuzzy feeling in their limbs. The conversations about the past, about the future. The way his eyes would linger on the King’s lips just one moment too long, and the King would notice, and do the same, and neither of them would say anything about it.

He tells her the King had made alliances with the northern bordering kingdoms. They had all offered a marriage to strengthen their ties. He had rejected them all.

He doesn’t mention how the King would always choose him for training when he needed to demonstrate something. That he would often praise Lancelot for his abilities in front of the other knights, and that made something flutter in his stomach every time. When they parried and fought, face to face, body against body, that flutter would come back intensified. Lancelot always loses to him, every single time, but it never feels like a defeat.

He tells her on his last mission the King fractured his sword arm. He started training himself and his knights to fight with the left one. But he is still recovering, disadvantaged in battle.

He doesn’t mention the times they have gone out to the forest together, just the two of them, when the weather allowed and the skies were clear. They would hunt for something, the thrill of the track and the chase pulling them towards each other. Or, at least, that’s how he has grown to justify their closeness on those occasions. Afterwards, they would sit under a tree or swim in a river, cooling off on the outside but not on the inside.

He tells her the King is still looking for her. He keeps giving the same reasons, but Lancelot suspects there might be something else to the incessant hunt.

He doesn’t tell her the way the sunlight hits his hair, it makes it glow as if the sun itself was crowning him the rightful king of the land. The way his eyes shine the colour of a cloudless summer sky. The way his skin is always warm, and whenever they touch Lancelot keeps craving for more. The emotions that surge in his stomach when he kneels in front of him. The certainty with which he knows he was born to serve him.

No, she didn’t ask, she doesn’t need to know.

[georgies-ftts]

just another Merlin headcanon/fic idea that i may or may not write… (AU: Post canon/nobody dies, Arthur knows about Merlin’s magic but not quite what Merlin does for Camelot in his spare time)

Merlin and Arthur have been teetering around each other since the Battle. Arthur showing a more protective and outwardly caring side to the younger man. Merlin leaving lingering touches and soft glances whenever he’s able, defending Arthur more openly and strongly to those he never would’ve dared to before.

The Knights have bets on their relationship. Leon is winning. Gwaine is in debt. Percival wants to rip his hair out, Lancelot and Eylan are secretly betting on Gwaine going bankrupt before Merlin and Arthur even admit their feelings out loud.

After a particularly close encounter with his servant, soon to be court sorcerer, Arthur finally works up the courage to ask Merlin if he feels the same as he does, to tell Merlin that marrying for an heir is what the court want, he wants to marry for love, and he loves Merlin.

He asks Merlin, by a letter that he thinks gives a clear light to his intentions, to meet him outside the castle, in a spot they sometimes sit at together when the days have been long and stressful. The spot where the moonlight shines brightly over the flowers and the grass is somehow soft year round and in the summer a small refreshing cross breeze is created by the way the trees are sprayed out scarcely before them.

But Merlin never shows and Arthur feels embarrassed, hurt, somehow more betrayed than when Merlin revealed the gold dragon within the flames of the fire but he understands that Merlin must’ve read Arthur’s intentions loud and clear and saved him the mortifying rejection of his manservant. So instead he turns to avoiding Merlin, that seeing him after the clear rejection would only send him into a spiral so he tries his best to stay away.

However he notices that, despite his effort to avoid him, he hasn’t seen the sorcerer anywhere at all, his chores untouched, a dreadful feeling that hasn’t been there until that morning fills the air. It’s obvious the others within the castle feel it too.

Arthur turns to the knights, questioning if they have seen Merlin, if he is okay and well, but they have not seen him and that only causes Arthur to panic more.

He sends the guards to search the castle, the stables, Gwens house, even the small opening by the lake where Merlin traipses off to when he’s feeling rough, when he’s hiding. But he’s never gone this long.

He orders them to tear Camelot apart if they have too.

But he’s found in none of those places.

Instead Merlin and Gwaine find him, bloody, broken and shivering beneath the castle where he hasn’t been able to move himself for the past two days even calling for help had been pointless so far below the occupied layers of the castle.

Merlin is rushed to Gauis as he his eyes flutter and Arthur can do nothing but sit and panic as Merlin’s wounds are tended too.

Once he is awake and competent Arthur sits beside his cot and, though it feels wrong too, he questions him deeply, his voice tremors and his fingers shake but he does it anyway.

And Merlin tells him everything, how he received the letter and his heart almost gave up on itself at the thought of alone time with the King, how he’d been sneaking around near the stores, trying to find a bottle of wine or two just before their meeting so they could truly relax after a stressful council meeting and had caught the assassin that had been snooping low in the castle. A poisoned dagger strapped to his belt.

He had been strong and relentless and had nearly left Merlin with less than his life but Merlin had fought for Arthur and he had won, even if he ended the scrap with blood coating his body and an ache in his ribs that made him hiss and cough with each movement.

That even before Arthur knew about his magic this had been a large part of his daily life, to keep Arthur safe and to never let him know just how much it hurt him, how much it broke him. He jokes that he doesn’t even know where the tavern is.

But Arthur echos that now he doesn’t need to hide, he can ask for help, and he will receive it.

Then Arthur realises that Merlin truly had no idea what he was going to ask him and he knows that if he doesn’t do it now he won’t ever be able too again.

So he asks.

And Merlin replies.

[angelynmoon]

--

Arthur does a double take when Merlin walks into the Council Chambers, and he is not the only one, something is different about Merlin, Arthur can't quite place it, it's not the flowers that are weaved into his hair, nor is it the silly little grin he gets when Lancelot has done something particularly sweet, it's something slightly off, but in a way that's familiar but Arthur doesn't know what.

Merlin pauses when Arthur cleared his throat.

"Something you'd like to add, Arthur?" Merlin asked making the elder Council members tut as they always did when Merlin was disrespectful.

"There's something different about you today." Arthur said.

"Hmm, not anything unusual, this happens every couple of years, I'm just not having to hide it this year." Merlin shrugged and continued as though he'd given an actual answer.

But Arthur hummed to himself, if Merlin wasn't concerned Arthur would let it be.

--

Gwaine did a double take as he passed Merlin, and then lifted the laundry Merlin was apparently doing today.

"You look nice today, Merlin." Gwaine smiled.

"Thank you, Gwaine, and thank you for your help." Merlin smiled and Gwaine felt his heart flutter as it usually did when Merlin smiled at him, oh, he loved Percival, he did, but he'd loved Merlin first and part of him always would, if Merlin hadn't been already in love with Lancelot he might have tried to win Merlin's heart, alas, Lancelot had met Merlin first.

But something was different about Merlin, had been for several days, and it wasn't the new necklace Merlin was wearing in place of the usual neckechief, nor was it said neckerchief's absence.

Gwaine couldn't quite place it but it wasn't too concerning if Merlin was still doing regular chores.

Gwaine set the laundry at the edge of Freya's pond, the girl forming from the water to help Merlin with the washing, waving to Gwaine as he left.

--

Merlin hummed as they did their hair, having used a little bit of Magic to lengthen it so they could pin it properly.

A little more Magic and they were dressed as proper for their current form.

Merlin looked in the mirror, this was the first time they'd ever been free to dress up. Oh, this was hardly the first time Merlin had become a female, no, it happened every few years, usually when Merlin spent too much time around other people's children during the winter months and then the first day of Spring would see Merlin waking up as a female.

Usually it didn't matter all too much, Merlin had been hiding so much, one more thing wasn't a big deal, and then the week after their menses Merlin would become male again.

But this year was different, this year Merlin had their Mate with them, and the idea of giving Lancelot a child of his blood made Merlin want as they never had before.

They wanted a child, a child that grew within them, that Merlin could feel form and develop, a child that was a little piece of themself and of Lancelot.

Merlin wanted it very much, and from the way Lancelot had reacted to Merlin's change in forms, Merlin doubted his Mate would be opposed, in fact, Merlin thought Lancelot might want the same thing with how he'd pull Merlin into rooms for an afternoon indulgence and the way he'd rest his hand over Merlin's stomach when they slept at night.

Merlin smoothed their dress down, the skirt fluttering slightly as they twirled, it was the same deep blue as Lancelot's Dragonform and it ofset Merlin's lighter scales perfectly, their arms bare to reveal them as they glittered in the firelight. Merlin adjusted the simple necklace Lancelot had given then as a gift, the pendent a simple forget-me-not cast in amber.

Merlin hummed twisting a finger in one of the stray locks of hair that they hadn't pinned up and giving it a curl, before doing the same to the rest.

Merlin when to grab their shoes but stopped, it felt wrong to wear shoes right now, something that happened now and again, so Merlin shrugged and stayed barefoot.

Merlin left the room, feeling the rush of Magic beneath their feet as they journey to the Banquet Hall, Camelot was saturated in Magic, Magic far older than most Kingdoms, Uthur wouldnxt have know or cared that Camelot was built on a convergence of Leylines, part of the reason so many sorcerers and Magic users had journey to Camelot, it called to them, sang in a way someone without Magic could never understand.

As Merlin walked accross the courtyard Flowers bloomed beneath their feet and several birds weaved flowers and grasses into their hair as they walked, Magic curled around Merlin as they entered the Banquet Hall, all noise ceasing at their enterance.

The Druids fell into a graceful kneel as the bowed their heads to their Goddess.

"My Lady, we are grateful for your precence." The Druid leader spoke.

Merlin looked at him, "Thank you for coming."

The Druid looked up, "If it pleases My Lady, I would offer a dance."

"Oh," Merlin blushed, because they could feel the want and hear the offer that swept through their mind unspoked, "My apologies, but all my children are spoken for, I will indulge no other but my Mate. I have never allowed myself to be unhidden, I had not realized it would be so overwhelming for you."

"No apologies needed, I should have waited for an invitation." The Druid spoken eyes flickering to where Gwaine and Percival were holding Lancelot back, Elyan having confiscated Lancelot's sword.

"You should have." One of the female Druids spoke up, tone scolding. "You know that it is the woman's right to chose, not the man's to offer."

"Merlin!" Arthur's voice was slightly strangled, "You're a girl?"

Merlin looked at their King, "For the moment, perhapseven a year if I have my way and my Mate gives me a child."

Lancelot stilled as Merlin's words sank in.

"Of course, Merlin." Lancelot said as he moved to hold Merlin's waist, "Have I ever been able to refuse you anything you asked of me?"

Merlin looked up at Lancelot, "I want you to want it too."

"Do I want to see you grow with my child, the answer will always be yes, today, tomorrow, a hundred years from now, my answer to having another child to raise with you will always be yes." Lancelot said softly in the Dragontongue for privacy.

"How are you a girl now, Merlin?" Arthur screeched.

"Magic, Arthur, Magic and Spring." Merlin answered, "Now if you'll excuse us, my Mate is going to give me another baby, do not disturb us unless you want to be some kind of creature."

Lancelot grinned and lifted Merlin up over his shoulder and walked out of the Banquet Hall, Gwaine calling out a 'good luck' that had everyone putting their head in their hands from embarassment.

"It's a good thing thing Hunith is having Grandma time with the kids." Gwen commented and then squeeled in excitment.

Arthur looked at her, startled, "What?"

"Merlin and I are going to have Babies together if she gets pregnant in the next few weeks." Gwen clapped her hands.

"That's great." Arthur said absently, even as everyone else began to congradulate Gwen.

-

Arthur sat up, wide awake from a dead sleep, "Gwen, are you pregnant?"

"Yes, Arthur, go back to sleep, we'll talk about it in the morning." Gwen mumbled.

"Oh, okay, baby needs sleep." Arthur said, but he pulled his wife close, hand resting over where his child grew, a son or daughter, a little sibling for Morgana, a cousin for Merlin's children, for Leon, another Grandchild for Hunith to spoil, she'd all but declaired herself as Grandmother to all of the Castle's children, Arthur and Gwaine's included.

Gwen hummed, hand coming to rest over Arthur's, "Sleep, Husband, you can be a proud daddy to be tomorrow."

Arthur grinned and nuzzled into Gwen's neck, Morgana was going to be so excited when they tell her.

--

So, there's a post on tumblr, that I can't find right now, where in Spring Merlin wants a Baby, renewal and Magic, and mentions Merlin switching Sexes to have a baby, so this is inspired by that post and also it's pride month, so enjoy.

[justaz]

king merlin after meeting lady guinevere and sir lancelot’s baby and falling in love: arthur. i want a baby.

king arthur, not looking up from his paperwork: …what?

merlin: give me a baby.

arthur, sighing: merlin, you studied to be a physician. i don’t think i have to be the one to tell you how impractical that is.

merlin, rolling his eyes: this is why i’m the brighter side of the coin

arthur, finally looking up: wha-

queen merlin using magic to transform her body: i. want. a. baby.

arthur:

arthur:

arthur: *stands up from his desk so fast his chair topples over, multiple parchments flutter to the ground, his tunic is already off*

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Mechs Ships Tournament: Shipping Round 4 Poll 2

Propaganda:

Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot:

that one post where its like theyre the us government but if it actually did whst it said it did. three different people of equal power keeping each other in check. also they aLMOST SAVED THE STATION WITH THE POWEROF LOVE [Pollrunner's note: post here]

POLYAMORY

I just love them a lot and blood and whiskey is so good and ”maybe just this once there could be a happy ending” makes me cry every time 

blood and whistey

the track where they decide

Prison Mechs And Lyf:

One, LOOK AT THEM!!! THEY FIT TOGETHER SO WELL AND GIRBIFJRJE AHHHHHH. Like, prison mechs is good, wonderful we love it, Violinspector is wonderful, idiots in love. Put the two TOGETEHR!! perfect ship, 20/10 it's canon to me. They love Lyf so much and Lyf loves them too but they are so annoyed at them all the time in that "gods damnit. I love you three but please for the love of the gods stop." Also the idea of Marius, Raph, n Ivy trying to woo Lyf while they are still an Inspector is so silly cause I can see it working everytime but they CANT DO SHIT ABOUT IT and girbgijrjr. And if you give me a moment to indulge in my own brand of insanity that is creature mechs, them calling Lyf "pretty bird" cause it flutters them every time. It used to work on Raph but doesn't anymore cause she's used to it and tiehfjrhjfjrj. I'm not normal about them lol

violinspecter: the stars claim them fanfictoon. more people added for more cool relationships and stuff, also i love the prison mechs

if you don’t ship it have you even listened to expert testimony????

Think about them. Just think about them. Words are not wording but oh my god think about them. You want fic recs? I can give you fic recs. Please they are so special to me.

prison mechs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lyf!!!!!! what more is there to say

#AHHHHHH GC I C B DGHTHH#THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM-#SAVE ME PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF#PRISON MECHS AND LYF SAVE ME (tags via @analog-cottage-gore)

Pulling out the big guns (my own writing): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51576148 (via @moons-br)

Round-up for the round here :)