#lancelot x gwaine

[worthyprnce]

i need a modern gwaincelot au where gwaine transfers to the same workplace as lancelot and where they are both the best at what they do - but I still have no idea what they do, for some reason I keep thinking history or art? maybe they are both teachers at an university idk let's go with that

and when gwaine arrives he acts like... gwaine. he makes jokes, flirts with everyone for fun and lifts the spirits of the place. he is loud and playful. but then he notices lancelot acts a little strange around him, gets all weird when gwaine jokes around with him, tries to maintain his image of a quiet and reserved teacher and acts "annoyed" by gwaine's loud personality and keeps staring at him the whole time. and for some stupid reason gwaine is 100% sure lancelot is mad at gwaine because he is no longer the only number one in everything, and begins a one-sided competition.

he keeps showing off to lancelot, insinuating that he is the best teacher, telling him about all the renowned schools he has taught at, recounting his countless trips around the world, he even brags about how many ex-boyfriends and girlfriends he has had, etc, and he spends more time around lancelot to see if he can break him and make him say it out loud to gwaine's face that he is jealous.

gwaine doesn't hate him or whatever, and neither does lancelot hates gwaine. gwaine just doesn't understand what is actually going on and also he is a bit disappointed and sad that his crush at work is probably just envious of him and nothing else

but what's actually going on is that, in fact, lancelot acts strangely around gwaine and acts like he cannot stand him because he is going through his biggest bi awakening ever and he doesn't know what to do and how to act and for fucks sake why did he have to have a crush on gwaine??? gwaine?? couldn't he have a crush on merlin who is always kind and sweet with him? or arthur? sure he is a prat sometimes, but he's not that loud and lancelot knows him ever since highschool so he's used to him.

and the more gwaine shows off and gets close to lancelot to "annoy him", the more lancelot gets lost and falls in love. and the more gwaine tries to annoy lancelot to try overcome his own crush on him, the more gwaine feels attracted to him. to the point he leaves lancelot alone after a while and they both miss eachother so much and are now miserable.

and everyone kinda notices and everyone knows they like eachother, because it's so obvious. and it is so much fun to watch them. they are both so stupid and so in love it's annoying and entertaining.

I know it's a bit cliche and maybe not that good of a concept but I can't get this scenario out of my head. and maybe it's a lot more fun in my mind, but just think romcom vibes. I would write a fic but I don't have the right skills for it so I'll just let this out for the world like this.

[thenerdyindividual]

idk if it has been asked yet but, gwaine/lancelot for the ship tier list 👀

I can see the appeal in this! There’s something very opposites attract about them. Gwaine is swishy and loud, and openly chaotic. Lancelot is quiet and noble and solemn. But they also each have that spark of each other in them. Lancelot committed identity fraud the first day he arrived in Camelot, hid Merlin’s secret, and consistently asked Merlin to use his magic to goof off a bit. Gwaine knows when to put aside his chaos in favor of supporting something important and protecting people.

I would have loved more interaction with these two. I would have loved a moment where the knights all swap stories about how chaotic their entries into Camelot were only for Lancelot to admit to identity fraud. I think Gwaine would’ve lost his mind over it.

I can see these two being good for each other.

I rank it:

C-Tier

Send me a Merlin Ship and I’ll rank it on a tier list. Note: This is a subjective ranking and a low ranking in no way means that I am shaming you for your taste in ships.

[mobycotton]

Philosophy of the Blade - Chapter 2: Ten Paces

Gwaine was never one to leave a question unanswered. He couldn’t sleep, eat, drink, never mind fight without knowing the clear and true answer. He let men have their secrets, he wasn’t one to kill mercilessly like that. But he needed to see their eyes first to make sure they had one. So far he hadn’t been disappointed.

But there was something about the restrain with which this man fought. He didn’t give his name in the tournament for him to ask around about, but he had tried. People told him that he’d been there before, and won as easily as he did today, but none would say his name even if they knew it. Like he was disgraced in their eyes. But he entertained nonetheless, claimed his prize and moved on again and again. He counted the weeks in his head. They must have been in this town at the same time this same spring. How could he forget such a fighter? Perhaps they never fought. Gwaine remembered every one of his opponents.

For the first time, Gwaine rode against the wind’s instruction. It had blown him away from Camelot. He found himself facing that city and its sins once more. It wasn’t long, though, before he reached the final obstacle, a hill he remembered recently struggling up on the way back, and could only guess at how Merlin got him there while unconscious. Now, there was a man with secrets. It was like he was living the life of ten people like that, all his unsaid things cowering behind his lips, begging to be let out with the slip of the tongue or even a glance in the wrong direction.

In his distraction Gwaine missed a large speck waiting stagnant at the foot of the hill ahead. Standing, waiting. He squinted as he picked up speed, the heavier wind through his hair almost tugging him away, only adding to his intrigue. Who is this man who had the wind in his favour now? And the dust of the battlefield, Gwaine was sure he was stirring it in his vision with deliberation. But Gwaine had seen magic before, many times. There was a fine and blurry and often wavering line between magic and skill. They were, he once though, one and the same. If only he could have searched in his eyes for evidence to steer him one way or the other. To give him guidance, a choice, which was always nice to have in life. God knows he wouldn’t know what to do if everything was set in stone.

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chapter 1

[fashionstatement-deathwish]

I’ll love you until my flesh decays and my soul descends.

Gwaincelot week day 6- ghosts, angst "why are you doing this?"

Warnings: Major character death

Notes: This was meant to be posted in @glass-frogs-and-dragons

Lancelot woke up, trembling and disoriented, in the physician’s chambers. Had he been paler he would have passed for dead; his skin was clammy and his eyes unfocused and he felt overall like a dragon had mauled him. Before he could grab ahold of himself, he felt a cold hand on his forehead and was met with bright golden eyes. His vision then turned black once again.

Lancelot woke up for the second time and found Merlin sitting in front of him.

“Merlin?”

“I’m glad to see you’re awake, Lancelot,” The younger man attempted to smile.

Lancelot rubbed his face, noticing his unkempt stubble and the dark bags under his eyes. Vines and thorn bushes had grown in his mind since the last time he was awake, and so he was having some trouble recalling his memories, but he was sure that whatever had led him to be where he was, it definitely wasn’t good. He closed his eyes as tightly as he could, then opened them again, confirming that he had, in fact, completely forgotten about the reason why he was in Gaius’ chambers. 

“Lancelot,” Merlin began. “Do you… I mean, what do you… what do you remember?”

“Nothing after when… I think it was yesterday. We went on patrol… it’s all hazy. I think we may have encountered some bandits?”

“Lancelot… oh, gods. That was around a week ago. You’ve been unconscious for days,”

The knight swallowed and groaned. Tempted as he was to cry, scream, rush out of bed, punch something, find… No. He had a reputation to uphold and Merlin didn’t deserve a tantrum. His eyes, wild and unthinking, scoured the room in search for… what was it? What did he need? What was he so desperately missing?

He found it. He found him. His hazel eyes were dull and his skin tinted grey but, as always, Gwaine had a soft, private half-smile. His body relaxed, but a gentle squeeze from Merlin made him jolt and tense up again.

“You might need a few weeks of… to adjust. Arthur told me to tell you that you don’t have to go to training or anything for the time being. At least not until you get better.”

“Merlin, I feel fine! I can-”

“You have barely recovered from the stab wound and the poison and… well, everything else. You need to rest. Please, Lancelot, if not for anything, rest for me.”

Lancelot looked back at the corner of the room, but Gwaine was long gone.

“Yeah. Maybe… maybe it’s for the best.”

The next few days were an unsettling blur for him. People still smiled at him, though their lips and eyes were lined with pity. Everyone refused to tell him what had actually happened, making up excuses or simply saying: “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry for your loss”. He still didn’t know what he had lost. The knights would put their hands on his shoulder or nod whenever he saw them (which was not often); even Arthur and Merlin refused to meet his eyes.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Sure, he could somewhat handle Leon’s polite ‘I think Arthur is calling me’ or Percival’s ‘I am meant to meet up with Elyan for patrol. See you later?’, but what hurt him the most was Gwaine. Gwaine, with whom he had built a tentative relationship based on sneaking out, dancing around each other and being far closer than most friends without barely talking about it. Gwaine, who Lancelot could have sworn loved him and whom Lancelot loved in return.

Gwaine, who refused to direct a single word or glance in his direction.

He had tried to call his attention as discreetly as possible because they hadn’t told anyone about… well, about them yet. He had tried politely asking him for favours in order to be alone, or nodding towards empty alcoves or his own chambers. Even during his walks around the palace and city, when he could swear up and down that Gwaine was following him, the other man ignored Lancelot.

Lancelot, however, was oblivious to the whisperings and pitying glances that he was shot every time he tried to speak with his lover.

“Gwaine,” He tried one day.

He was tired. His head and heart and legs ached. According to both Merlin and Gaius, his recovery was going slower than intended, and at this point, Lancelot had given up in trying to understand.

“Gwaine, please,” He begged.

The long-haired knight was walking in front of him, but he gave no signs of having heard him.

“Gwaine!” He shouted, uncaring about his reputation or anyone who might overhear. “Gwaine, why are you doing this?! Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do?”

Gwaine had stopped, but he had kept his back turned towards Lancelot.

“Do you…” The curly-haired knight ignored how his voice broke. “If you regret what was going on, if you regret us, then at least have the guts to tell me face to face,”

“I love you,” Was Gwaine’s answer.

He then turned around. His skin was still grey and his eyes were still dull but there was an underlying panic, a desperation that Lancelot had not seen before.

“I love you, Lance. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I’ll love you until my flesh decays and my soul descends. I love you.” 

And oh, Lancelot wanted so desperately to believe it but here they were, arguing in an empty hallway that was growing colder by the second. They were shouting at each other after Gwaine had ignored him completely for days. Lancelot still wanted to believe him, but Gwaine’s voice was breaking and bitter.

“Then why…?”

“Don’t you remember?” The hazel-eyed man asked in disbelief, tears finally falling. “I died, Lancelot! You love a dead man! I’m not really… I’m stuck here for some god-forsaken reason and this? Watching you pine, watching you love me and hurt from afar, watching you see me but not being able to do anything about it? It’s painful, Lance. For both of us.”

It was then that Lancelot stopped walking forward. Gwaine’s hand found its way to Lancelot’s cheek but, far from the usual warmth he felt, it was now cold and boneless.

Gwaine smiled at him and Lancelot blinked behind his tears. He could only mutter his name over and over again.

“Let go, Lance. Please… for both our sakes, yeah?”

Lancelot covered his mouth and collapsed onto his knees. When he wanted to look up, just as he heard his name being called (was that Merlin?) an onslaught of memories invaded him. Gwaine was gone.

~ooo~

“Gwaine! Gwaine! Where is he?!”

“Calm down, Lancelot. It’s best if you-”

“With all due respect, My Lord,” His words were spat with the bitterness of any poison. “I need to see him.”

“Wait, Lancelot. Don’t-”

“LET ME SEE MY LOVER! LET ME THROUGH!”

Gwaine was on the floor; caked in mud and grime and blood and sweat, with tangled hair and a smug grin on his lips to hide the pin he was in. Blood trickled from his nose, his lips, his side, and Lancelot had been too slow to stop it.

“Gwaine. Gwaine, Gwaine, Gwaine, Gwaine, please…”

Gwaine’s hand shook as it lifted to land on Lancelot’s cheek. His thumb caressed his lips, leaving a bloody mark on them, only watered down by the tears rolling down Lancelot’s cheeks. Blood and salt water dribbled down his chin and his sobs echoed in the now silent battlefield.

“Gwaine… I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I’ll love you until my flesh decays and my soul descends. I love you, don’t go. Please, don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me alone…”

[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Forgot to share the edit that I made for my friend who ships Gwaincelot 😂

I am getting good at making digital paintings look like regular ones. Quite proud of this one. I love Lancelot so much. 4x09 Lancelot du Lac, 18 hours, 9k+ strokes. Please click to see the details, there are a lot.

Shoutout to @poisonedfate for making the gif that inspired me to paint it!

[akelafang]

Arthur sends Merlin on some job and wants him to take a knightly escort to keep him out of trouble. Merlin: I'll take Gwaine with me Arthur: I said "keep you out of trouble" not "guarantee you'll get into it". Take Lancelot with you, he's the least likely to commit treason with you Merlin: You say that like he's never committed treason with me

[starchaser45]

"I mourned you longer than I've known you"

Merlin probably at some point about everyone he's ever loved

[bibliophilicstranger]

Someone should write a fic where Gwaine and Lancelot meet on the road before Lancelot ever goes to Camelot. They're in a tavern, sheltering from the rain, and over pints of ale Lancelot would tell Gwaine how much he wants to be a knight, how he's on his way to Camelot because he wants to help people, to protect them. And all the while Gwaine is sitting there thinking, "you poor sucker, you've got no clue about the First Rule." But Lancelot's genuine desire to help people gets to him and so Gwaine sits there getting drunker and drunker, wishing that knights were as good as Lancelot idealistically thinks. And he gets this absolutely crazy idea.

When Lancelot wakes the next morning, a still half-drunk Gwaine is sitting across from him. And he tells him, dumping a piece of paper and a signet ring on the table, "You can't be a knight in Camelot. You're not a noble. But I could be. So Congratulations, you're now Gwaine, Son of Lot of Caerleon. Take this to Camelot and they should welcome you as a knight."

Lancelot protests. Strenuously. But Gwaine knows the rules. As a peasant, Lancelot could never be a knight in Uther's kingdom, no matter how good his fighting or how noble his character. And Lancelot wants his dream so much that he agrees. From now on Gwaine will be Lancelot and Lancelot will be Gwaine.

And so Lancelot heads off to Camelot. He and Merlin meet as they do in canon, but Lancelot fumbles the introduction, unused to his new name, then ends up confessing all to Merlin. Merlin is more than willing to help with shenanigans and helps Lancelot practice his introduction so he doesn't screw up again, then introduces him to Arthur. Lancelot gets knighted and doesn't get outed as a fake, since the paperwork is valid (even if it's not his paperwork). He and Lancelot defeat the Griffin, with Lancelot discovering Merlin's magic, but Lancelot gets feted rather than exiled.

This gives Merlin an ally, which has various effects, lets Lancelot and Gwen court, and means that when Merlin meets "Lancelot" in the tavern brawl, he knows who he is.

I think it'd be a interesting change to see the spiraling consequences of.

[justaz]

lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out

merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???

arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!

merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???…..valiant….oh the knight with the snakes.

gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??

arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink we’d be even.

merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did that…..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?

arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??

merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me

arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didn’t reject you!!! i just didn’t realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got

leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!

merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t rejected, his flirtations just weren’t noticed - realizing he still has a chance: oh…oh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? “do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?” or “i could take you apart with one blow”

arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: m…my dear….?????????

merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? say…mine?

percival gags in elyan’s ear: cheesy

elyan hides a laugh: at least they’re finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining

arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh

merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.

[adageyer]

Prologue of Destiny Rekindled

-> A fan-comic im working on :)) Can't wait to post

[mandoriana]

Percival: Merlin, I'm bored. What do you do for fun?

Merlin: I spend time alone. No problems to solve, no talking, no interacting. When I close my door, my peace begins!

Percival: 😅

Elyan: But wouldn't being alone be boring?

Merlin: I won't be alone, I'll have my own company. I'm on a very restrictive diet that consists of avoiding certain human beings.

Elyan *laughing*: Which human beings?

Gwaine: It will break my little heart if my name is on the list.

Merlin: First Uther, then Morgana, Mordred, and sometimes Arthur, but that one is harder since I have to see him every day every five minutes.

Leon: Don't you think that's a bit exaggerated?

Merlin: Nonsense, even you, who are of the same "species" as the other knights, can't stand being with them all the time, and you should be a united group.

The knights look at Leon expectantly.

Leon *looks away*: 🫣

Knights: 🥺

Leon: Okay, I admit that sometimes I just want a minute of peace...

Merlin: See! That's what I'm talking about. The truth is that the Earth is too small for so many humans! God must think every day, "Oh, I miss the dinosaurs, why did I send that meteor!"

Lancelot: Dinosaurs?

Gwaine: Meteor?

Merlin: I say I'd rather be running from a T-Rex right now than dealing with certain people!

Leon: I think he's going crazy again.

Lancelot: I'll call Gaius.

Elyan: I'll call Arthur.

Merlin: God should send some exclusive, custom-made meteors to hit certain people's heads. To avoid mistakes, he could send the meteor with names like "This one is for Mordred, this meteor is for Uther..."

[hey-im-okay]

So do we just all agree that the knights absolute love Merlin the way cat owners love their cats?

Knights, holding up Merlin from under his arms: so this is Merlin and he’s so nice and we love him.

Merlin: *is actively breaking the law by existing* *has literally killed people* *drops branches on peoples heads* *and even tried to kill the king*

Knights: he’s just a funky little guy :)

I would even bet money he knocks glasses off tables when he wants to annoy someone (Arthur-)

[exyzedd]

i cannot believe he is the once and future king-he is so dumbass :''')

[mobycotton]

This is nice

Chapter 11 of Philosophy of the Blade

Gwaine stayed like that until the droplets he inhaled with reckless abandon turned icy as they trailed down his cheeks, in the paths were tears had carved too long ago that now blazed invisible to all but his memory alone.

The peace he took from this must have been something perverse, of else what could explain the stillness of the rest of the world? This simplicity, like thunder, threatened to shake everything into chaos, and here he sat, in tune with the pulse his lips had remained pressed against, as if lips could read meaning in skin as well as eyes did. Or better. Within the peace he looked for argument, for some reason to retreat, surrender, break a tie or a promise or a secret to throw at the wall and watch the pieces snow down in feathers over a sated corpse. The twist of a knife in a healed wound, no response. A perfect justification to cursing himself.

But there was nothing, no reason, so he stopped looking.

No monster.

This is just nice. I’m allowing it to be just nice

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[tiredcowboyy]

I always find the posts/fics where leons just so over witnessing merthur pining so funny. Like that man really had to see them from the start and the tension between them grow and he just had to sit and watch. Like I imagine every time a new knight joined they all brought the weird vibes up and leon each time was more and more over it.

Like it stared w lance early on being like

Lance: hey leon, is it just me or are arthur and merlin lowkey pining for each other

Leon: oh thank god! Someone finally brought it up, yeah theyve been like this for a while-

But then ended up as

Percy talking to the knights as they watch merlin and arthur bicker (read: flirt): ok but, does it seem like theyre fli-

Gwaine, sounding exhausted: yeah theyve been like this for a while

Percy: really? And theyve still not done anything about it?

Leon the long suffering, whose now had to watch them for almost 10 years: *eye twitch* nope.

Edit: just gonna leave these screenshots here

[morganadeservedbetter]

Lance: Is this your plan B? Merlin: Technically, this is plan P. Gwaine: Plan P? Is there a plan M? Merlin: Yes, but I marry Arthur in plan M. Arthur: I like plan M.

Merlin: what?

Arthur: what?