#sir kay x sir bedivere

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❤️ for bedikay!!!!

Ohhhhh, anon, I was foaming at the mouth to do this so thank you so much for suggesting Bedikay!!! I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! 😊☺️

❤️ first kiss / realization

Bedwyr shut the door as quietly as he could. Cai's pants filled the room. Each was awash with agony. Moonlight crept through the velvet curtains, limned his slumped shoulders, his crooked posture with silver as he sat on the bed.

Bedwyr took a step forward and inwardly rued his luck as the floorboards shrieked beneath his boots. “Cachu.”

Cai sniffled but did not turn his head. “Wyr?”

“Ay.” He sighed tremulously, crossed the room, and rounded the bed before he dropped to his knees in front of his foster brother, his first and fiercest friend, and took one of his calloused, sword-roughed hands in, squeezing it tightly. “Arth wasn’t thinking.”

A flicker of a smile crossed Cai’s face. His amber eyes were dull, red-rimmed. Bedwyr couldn't help but stare at them though, admiring the flecks of gold and green that glimmered within them. Cai squeezed his hand in response, stroking the back of it.

A coil of heat stirred in Bedwyr's gut as he shuddered a little.

The fire crackled merrily in the grate. Muffled shouts and laughter from the guards changing shifts seeped through one of the open windows. Through the wall he could hear Gwynhwyfar rebuking her husband for his “superbly stupid lambasting” although her voice had taken on the strained, raw quality of somebody on the edge of losing their voice. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. A weight settled between them, a blanket of snowfall that soothed Bedwyr's concern a little even though he kept on clasping Cai's hand.

“He never does,” Cai said bitterly at last, the spell between the breaking. He gently tugged his hand out of Bedwyr's grip and wiped it on his dirtied tunic. Sweat and soil smeared the fine blue brocade although he paid it no heed.

With an uneven breath Bedwyr replied, “Gwyn's had it out with him. She's not happy. That's what you can hear in case you were wondering.”

Cai's lips quivered into a half smile although the wounded look in his eyes still remained. “Good.” He rubbed at his throat and sighed, his gaze flicking downwards to the stripped mats that lined the floor.

Bedwyr swallowed harshly. He could still feel the brand of Cai's touch on his skin, the flame of his body heat rippling through his veins. ‘It - He - He was an idiot. I should've said something. I shouldn't have let him say that. I shouldn't!”

Cai's head snapped up. He held Bedwyr's gaze unflinchingly. “Don't blame yourself. You didn't know he'd come out with that anymore then I.”

But Bedwyr shook his head frantically, a breath catching in his throat. “It wasn't right! And his smug smile after he'd brayed like an ass! I could've beaten him the way you used to when we were teenagers, or flung him over my shoulder and tossed him in the river.”

Cai snorted, the tightness in his shoulders loosening a little. “Gods, I would've paid to see that. Bedwyr Bedrydant hurling our most noble Brenin Mawr into the Afon Ystwyth all because he had the temerity to declare an utterly atrocious englyn.” He chuckled richly, his cheeks dimpling a little as he tried to bite back a smile.

“Wouldn't you?” Bedwyr said at once, raising an eyebrow. "Or do you mean to tell me that Cai Hir would simply let his reputation be tarnished by a simple poem with some of the worst cynghanedd arrangements I've ever had the misfortune to listen to?”

Cai waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, I've been privy to them before. Once you've heard him jabber away about where best to place a stress or whatever you get sort of used to it.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhaled deeply before continuing, “He never did that with you then?”

“No. Never.”

“Huh. Guess he just wanted to make my ears bleed then.”

Bedwyr nodded. “S'pose.”

“Coc o gath,” Cai cursed, reverting back to their old adolescent swear, the one that had filled them with a giddy lightness whenever they spoke it in hushed, cautious whispers around his father's table. His voice blazed the heat of flame to such a degree that it singed the edges off his Gododdin accent.

Bedwyr sniggered. “Cat's cock? Such inelegant language! Don't let Arth hear you, eh, or he'll have steam billowing out of his ears.”

Cai winked, his laughter bouncing off the walls, bright and cheerful. His face glowed with amusement, his veins flickering with copper of flame, while his smile widened, becoming that same boyish uptick as it had when he’d been fourteen and raring to be in the thick of battle.

At that Bedwyr's chest tightened. His heart spasmed wildly.

“For that alone I'd batter him to death, dragon-blooded king or no,” Cai carried on, paying no attention to his friend's far away expression. “Provided Gwyn allowed me to, of course.”

“Of course,” Bedwyr quickly agreed as he shifted a little to get some feeling back into his leaden limbs, holding Cai's gaze again.

Cai tugged him upright, lightly resting his hands around Bedwyr's waist so that he didn't lose his balance. His hands blazed with warmth, positively sweltered with it, and Bedwyr gulped as he caught his eye.

“Do you remember when we were smaller and played at being Bendigeidfran and Matholwch atop the mountains? And Arthur always insisted that he was Efnisien come to cause more harm than good?”

Bedwyr nodded. His throat tightened around a cry, a wail. Something hot and heavy crushed his chest. “He skulked about muttering about his horses and you and he would always fight.”

Cai smiled wryly. “He was lucky it didn't devolve into real blows half the time.” He fiddled with the torc around his neck, the metal throwing golden sparks across the tapestried walls.

“Uh huh.” Bedwyr hums. And he always insisted we ‘quest’ for the most asinine things. Just roam around your father's caer as though we were magpies searching for gold. All we found were half-tarnished firedogs and your sister's old hairbrush.”

Cai's face crumpled and, for a brief moment, Bedwyr thought he'd said the wrong thing. But then his shoulders started to shake and a burst of raspy laughter left him. “Wyr,” he breathed, his breath ghosting over Bedwyr's skin in a hot, fennel-scented cloud. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you were rather annoyed at our dearest High King and Battle Lord. That's my job.”

Bedwyr scrubbed a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushing hotly. “I just… Even now he forgets how important you are.”

“Then let him do so.” Cai said, his hands cupping Bedwyr’s cheeks. His thumbs stroked the greying stubble that peppered his jaw and Bedwyr found the sensation oddly pleasurable. “I only need one person's acknowledgement in this court, you know.”

Bedwyr frowned. His chest thumped wildly against his ribcage. Blood pounded in his ears as loud as a carnyx and he blinked bewilderedly.

And all the while Cai was staring.

Waiting.

His voice cracked, “I don’t-”

“Don't what?” Cai murmured, staring at him intently. “It's you, Wyr. Always. Ever since you first came to my father's court it was you. I looked at this lanky streak of piss-”

Bedwyr threw back his head and cackled.

“What?” Cai said, his brow furrowed in befuddlement. “I'm serious! I did! And you were lanky, you can't deny that! Why else d'you think you were Rhiannon whenever we played out her run-ins with Pwyll and Gwawl?”

“I wasn't lanky,” he replied through his tears. “I was gangly. There's a difference. I had twig limbs, alright. I was growing into my frame, as Lady Eigyr might've said.”

Cai smacked the stump of his right arm. Bedwyr reached over with his left and whacked him back. “Course you were. That's as good as an excuse and I've heard plenty from Arth over the years. His one for the englyn-”

“Now you'll have steam coming out of your ears.” Bedwyr interjected quickly before Cai went on a rant about Arthur's lack of decency.

And then, without thinking, he pressed his lips to Cai's.

He stiffened up instantly, his eyes bulging. His hands flexed by his side, his veins flaming amber. Bedwyr's heart stuttered in his chest as he pulled away, a frantic apology bubbling on the tip of his tongue.

Yet… Cai laughed.

It crackled through the air, nestled deep in Bedwyr’s chest, eased the violent clamour of blood in his head. A bonfire of relief.

“Oh,” Cai said in an odd voice, his dark eyes smouldering. “I never thought you'd do that!”

Bedwyr chuckled half-hysterically. “I - I -”

Cai's lips quirked into an ecstatic grin. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Bedsyr's again in a kiss that was as sure and as certain as he was. Fire lingered on his lips. His hands slid to cup the back of Bedwyr's head, gently stroking through his dark curls in such a way that Bedwyr hummed happily, his eyes fluttering shut.

And oh, this felt nice.

The tightness in his chest receded a little. Bedwyr melted when Cai deepened the kiss, cupping his friend’s - no, his… cariad's - burning cheek with his one good hand. His head whirled. The sweetness of mountain air muddled his senses, and something warmer, smokier, intrinsically Cai.

They stayed like that for a few moments longer, exchanging sweeter, lazier kisses while Cai's fierce warmth eddied into Bedwyr's very bones before gently pulling apart, a string of spit connecting them. With a start - and through the lightheaded fogginess of his thoughts - Bedwyr realised Cai's hands were still cupping his head, his fingers stroking through his hair until Bedwyr purred. Their breathing came in fast, frantic pants.

Their eyes met and Bedwyr laughed. “Come to bed?”

Cai's throat bobbed. He uttered a little high-pitched giggle, the flush on his cheeks deepening to match the blood beneath his fingernails. “I-”

“If Arthur says anything I'll deal with him.” Bedwyr hurriedly said. “But… please?”

“I'm not worried about that. I just…” Cai took a deep breath. “When did you know?”

“Eh?”

“When did you know?” He repeated, his voice scratchy. “That you loved me?”

“I… When you stalked away after the englyn. That's when I truly knew. Flames were licking at your feet, setting the undergrowth alight, and I thought, ‘Oh.’”

Cai grinned, showing a flash of teeth. “‘Oh?’ Is that all?”

“Cai, paid y geg. I knew then because I could've punched Arth and felt no remorse if I lost his friendship, but - but I didn’t want to lose you.”

“My friendship?” Cai arched one dark eye eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“No,” Bedwyr burst out. “I mean, uh, yes, but - but just you. Everything about you.”

Cai said, “Oh.” And then gently took Bedwyr’s hand in his and kissed it, brushing his lips over the faded scar etched into his palm, before he gently dropped a kiss on the stump of his arm. “And then you hared it back here -”

“Had to, lest you try and murder our King where he slept. But I heard you crying instead and I-” Bedwyr took a shaky breath, tears pricking his eyes. “I didn’t like it. You were like a lamed animal.”

“I’m grateful. I think I would've at that moment, regicide be damned.” Cai said, nibbling his lip, the tips of his ears flushing with embarrassment. He sighed softly, tangling their fingers together.

Bedwyr squeezed back.

[sickfreaksirkay]

Sir Kay, Seneschal of King Arthur's Court, Harold J. Herman / Illustration from the Mabinogion / The Quest for Olwen, trans. Gwyn Thomas and Kevin Crossley-Holland / The Story of Merlin, trans. Rupert T. Pickens / Illustration from The Quest for Olwen, Margaret Jones / Wace's Roman de Brut, trans. Eugene Mason / The Mabinogion, trans. Lady Charlotte Guest

a collection of sir kay and sir bedivere: companions/lovers/worse, for @queer-ragnelle's may day parade

[poparthuriana]

Kay and Bedivere

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

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The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 4: GUINEVERE

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

Chapter 4 - Guinevere

It was clear to everyone that you were angry and you were out for blood. You did your best to project calm on your way to the knights of the round table. But inside, you felt your wrath fill within you at what happened to Lancelot under your watch.

"An incident happened last night. I and many others here have fallen victim into what seems to be a sleeping potion. And while we were asleep, the Princess Elaine had deceived Lancelot and harassed him enough to get his seed."

"How do you know this your majesty? When you also fell asleep to the potion just like us?" Sir Bedivere asks skeptically. You couldn't blame him, if you had been in his shoes, you too would be suspicious of why you would be the one to deliver the news. Especially news regarding Lancelot. While you two did your best to be discreet, it didn't surprise you to know there were rumors spreading about your interactions with each other.

"If you must know sir Bedivere, Merlin was able to awaken me after he saw the Princess Elaine slip away after I began sleeping."

"Quite fortunate indeed that I am not fond of such gatherings eh. Merlin said as he enters the room. You suppress the feeling that this was a hidden message to you. You were still uncertain how Merlin came to really know about Princess Elaine's secret plans or where he stood when it came to your affair with Lancelot. Does he know that you and Lancelot only gave in after Arthur secretly gave you his blessing in the last Beltane celebration?

"You truly are wise Merlin, thank you."

"No need to thank me sir Ector, though I still do not know why the Princess Elaine would want Lancelot's seed in particular."

"What do we know about the Fisher King and his kingdom so far?" You ask as you push your emotions down. You can explode in rage later when you were in private and certain that no one else was there. You were angry, but that doesn't mean you should allow it to make you impulsive.

"His kingdom is a port kingdom filled with various bodies of water. His kingdom has access to both the sea and to the river that connects to the sea. He is called the Fisher King because of his love of fishing, your majesty." Sir Percival says as Mordred hands him a goblet and fills it with water.

"What is the current state of their kingdom?"

"It used to be prosperous but now many people say it no longer is so and is in danger. It may not be obvious but they are struggling." Sir Gwaine says as he looks over the notes on front of him.

"Allegedly, when Kay and I were there briefly for a visit, their resources appear to still be bountiful and sufficient for their people and for any passing visitor. It may be more likely that there is someone or some people in the Fisher King's court that is exploiting their resources and hoarding it instead of sharing it with the people." Sir Ector replies as he quickly finishes his water and summons Mordred through his hand to fill his goblet once more. He does have a point though. Arthur did allow them, sir Ector his foster father and sir Kay his foster brother, to visit a relative who now lives in the Fisher King's kingdom. Arthur specifically told them to not tell anyone that they were two of his knights in the round table. For one thing it was still new, and also while it was unsaid, this was a chance for Ector and Kay to spy on the Fisher King's kingdom without being noticed.

"May I speak my Queen?" Mordred asks bashfully as he finishes filling Ector's cup with water once again.

"Certainly Mordred."

"I would just like to ask how this is connected with the Princess Elaine stealing Lancelot's … um…"

"Oh come on Mordred you can say it." Sir Percival says in a teasing tone.

"Seed, sperm, semen." Sir Gwaine joins in making the air in the room a little bit lighter.

"Honestly now." You hear Sir Bedivere mutter under his breath at their humor while further muttering how this isn't the time for it.

"I just wanted to be respectful the Queen. I don't know which term she would prefer." "I'm sure her majesty wouldn't mind either way." Merlin says in a deceitfully lighthearted tone. But you could hear the underlying warning coming from him.

He knows about the affair. And if you do anything he doesn't like, he would expose you and Lancelot to the entire court. By that point it wouldn't matter if either of you explained that Arthur gave you both his blessing since you were proven to be barren and thus there would be no crisis of succession anyway. All people would talk about is how the Queen and one of Arthur's best knights had betrayed him while he was away.

"By any chance does Sir Lancelot know who the Princess was before she arrived?"

"He doesn't Sir Kay." You reply hastily.

"Hmm maybe there is someone here who the Princess Elaine knows. Merlin is it possible for you to find out?"

"I will do my best sir Kay. Although I believe it is Morgan who may be responsible for all of this."

A chill suddenly came in the room.

"What makes you think it was Morgan Merlin?"

"Think about it your majesty. We've both seen that the Princess Elaine is capable of magic spells and potions. She used a spell to disguise herself, and she used a spell to harvest Lancelot's seed. And even when you had her restrained to the ground she was able to use magic to get away. I know this must be jumping into conclusions and it is possible that she may have just studied and followed Lancelot here. But who has the most to gain with Lancelot's trauma?"

"With all due respect Merlin, all we can conclude for now is that it is the Princess Elaine who is at fault. There is no proof that Morgan was even involved."

"That is true Sir Bedivere. I just want you all to be open to the possibility. Morgan after all was responsible for the incident involving the Green Knight which caused such distress to the Queen. It is not above her to arrange such distressing incidents to happen. What better alibi than to not be in court at all when this recent one happened rather quickly."

The meeting ended with sir Ector arranging for spies to go to the Fisher King's kingdom to spy on the Princess.

Merlin did have a point in that Morgan had the most to gain from anything that caused Lancelot trauma. She of all people in court knew that anything that harmed him caused you distress.

But why would she go to such lengths?

To protect her brother.

You, yourself answered that question.

Is this her way of revenge for your affair with Lancelot? Does she even know that Arthur had approved of this?

From the first days of your marriage to him you already knew that she didn't approve of it. For what reason? You still didn't know. It seemed that no matter what you did it was never enough for her. You awaken one day knowing two things. First was that you did love Arthur. Even now as he was away on his private pilgrimage with his sister, you missed him. You miss the way he would be on his study as he was constantly studying to keep his mind sharp. You miss the way he would take time to make sure you two would spend at least once a month away from court and just allowed the two of you to be yourselves.

"I know I may not be your first choice as a husband or as a lover. But I don't want you to lose who you are in this marriage." He says as he begins making a fire in your homely cabin in the woods.

"What do you mean Arthur? Neither of us had a choice when our fathers married us."

"True, but that doesn't mean you should only be serving me. I should also be serving you." He begins feeding the small fire with multiple logs as he carefully positions it deeper in an opening called the chimney. An experiment from one of the townspeople that prevented smoke from getting everywhere in the house. "I've witnessed many people simply becoming a servant of their spouse once they've entered into a marriage. And while to some of them it may make them happy, I personally don't find any pleasure in it."

"Quite true - you prefer to be the one serving rather than being served." You couldn't help but chuckle with him as he realizes this fact.

"This might be the first time someone else has noticed that."

"When I realized that, I began to have higher hopes for this marriage." You say as you begin preparing dinner. Or rather you tried to prepare dinner.

"Here, Guin allow me to help." You're not sure if he noticed that you weren't paying attention to his instructions. You were too distracted by how much more relaxed and confident he was. How the light from the fire place showed you who he is without the burden of being a King to Camelot.

You weren't sure if it was the warmth from the fire or the warmth from your heart beating rapidly that made you blush.

You remember wanting to retort that he was a horrible lover. Lancelot may have been the one to remove your virginity. But it was also clear that both of you were unskilled in the secret art of lovemaking. The passions you two shared that night were of discovery and excitement initially, but even you will admit that it was still awkward. Reflecting on it now, the main appeal and excitement was of your impatience of experiencing first hand what taking a lover would feel like. Who better than the knight who saved you from your abductor. Back then you didn't know if your husband to be would be able to satisfy you or would even concern himself with your pleasure. You didn't blame your mother for rolling her eyes whenever your father wanted to bed her. She may have been a willing participant but she herself did not get any pleasure from it. And after her frank advice on how this was the norm for most married couples who did not marry for love, you wanted your first experience to be with a lover you chose before being subjected to a marriage that would leave you unsatisfied.

If only you could tell your younger self that you were one of the fortunate ones.

You remember your shock when Arthur had asked you if you were comfortable in consummating the marriage during the wedding night.

"In truth Guinevere, I would like to get to know you a little bit more before we consummate our marriage. Would it be fine with you if we did nothing more but sleep?"

"But wouldn't they be looking for proof?"

And he takes a vial of blood - chicken blood to be precise - and pours it on where your virgin blood would have spilled.

You were thankful that you weren't forced to do it at that night. Perhaps this is also why you also fell for him, his need for privacy without judgment. It wasn't about hiding a deep dark secret, but for him to be able to breathe and simply live.

Something that was considered a luxury since his father was missing and was presumed dead.

You remember the moment when you two had actually consummated your marriage. It was a month before he was officially crowned the King. By that point you knew you could trust him and he wasn't like the husbands you've heard about. You could still remember the uncertainty in his eyes, of himself or something else you couldn't really tell. But as you lead him into your tent as the two of you were making your way to your once a month trip to your little cabin - you knew at that point that you were ready.

You remember regretting that you didn't seduce him earlier.

Not only was he gentle, he took the time to explore your body. Taking the time to truly cherish your flesh. You remember being secretly baffled why he didn't just enter you already. When you and Lancelot made love, both of you were eagerly taking each other's clothes off. And once it was done, he entered you while you two were exchanging deep kisses.

That night, you discovered how amazing Arthur's fingers was on your flesh. He was nowhere near your nether lips but you found yourself mewling like a cat as you felt your desire and your impatience increase.

Your eyes opened wide as you felt yourself release as Arthur was kissing your neck and his fingers stimulated your breasts. It was then you realized that he was still wearing his trousers as your legs wanted to trap him and encourage him to enter you already.

"How do you feel?"

"Ple…pleasured." Your heart began racing once again as you feel his smile on your neck. He then kisses his way down and before you knew it he began pleasuring you with his mouth and even startled you when he began stimulating what he calls your hidden pearl. Something that you didn't know you even had. He later explains that yours was more inward and would only come out when you experienced arousal. It was only after he had stimulated it and you felt incredibly wet that he finally entered you. He was slow and similar to his earlier stimulations he took his time. The pleasure you experienced already gradually built up more and more. If you had thought you experienced pleasure before, by the time you felt yourself release once more had proven to you that you had just began to taste true pleasure. You feel yourself relax and calm down as you came down from your high just as you feel him release his seed inside of you.

It was why you feel guilty of not being able to give him a child. The child that would solve Camelot's succession. It wasn't lost on you that Arthur could die any day and he still doesn't have an heir. Suspicion would be placed on you since you would be the person who would most benefit from his death. As his Queen you would have near total control over the court. It was why you strove your best to keep the different factions and their competing interests in court balanced. You have long since stopped caring what other people have thought about you. Some believe you still have time and that you and Arthur just need to keep trying.

They didn't know that one of your selfish reasons for having an affair with Lancelot was to know if you were truly barren or not. Seren, the court herbalist who was paid generously for her reliable abortive concoctions was one of your closest friends and allies in court. She had given you plenty of concoctions to try to help you conceive whether the father was either Arthur or Lancelot.

To your despair, neither Arthur nor Lancelot was able to fill your womb with a child.

You were reminded of this pain when you received news from both Ector's spies and from the Princess Elaine herself. She was pregnant with Lancelot's child. She was fertile and you were barren. You couldn't give Camelot a child either by your husband or your lover.

Now you understood why Merlin may have suggested that Morgan may have had a hand in this. Elaine was not speaking but somehow someway Morgan may have influenced her to target Lancelot specifically. Morgan after all seemed to relish the fact that no matter how much you tried, you remained barren. And whenever Arthur was not around she can be cruel and did anything in her power to undermine your influence over Arthur and the court. After the incident with the Green knight it seemed she wouldn't be above helping Elaine take Lancelot's seed to make herself pregnant to throw it in your face that you couldn't give Arthur the child he wanted or Camelot the heir it needed.

And all at the expense of Lancelot, your beloved's trauma.

You were on your way to confront Morgan when Mordred, an adolescent boy whom Arthur has taken unofficially as his son and may probably even be his heir, gave you a worried look as you passed by.

"They are arguing." He mouthed at you.

"Who?"

"Her and the King." His eyes asked you if you really wanted to continue going in there. You give him a reassuring look before continuing on. It wasn't long before you began to hear heated voices within Morgan's chambers.

"Do you really think that low of yourself because Daenara is not by your side anymore?"

"Don't you understand that I'm trying to let go of Daenara."

"Why do you want to let her go?"

"Because I'm tired of the pain in my heart Morgan. It's not fair to anyone when I know a part of me still belongs to her. Someone who is already long gone and out of my grasp…someone who I've killed…"

You were tempted to continue eavesdropping. But it also wasn't fair to allow your husband to wallow in self-pity. "Morgan may I enter?"

"These are my private chambers your majesty."

"Let her in Morgan, she probably already heard us anyway."

"If you think I'm just going to let her in-"

"With all due respect Morgan, I am the Queen in this Kingdom. Therefore you will allow me entrance whether you like it or not."

"You may be Queen of this Kingdom but these chambers were given to me by my brother. And last I checked his rank is higher than yours."

"Arthur." You hear him sigh before you see him exit Morgan's chambers.

"Arthur you can't be serious."

"Morgan I'm not letting her in. I'm merely exiting this conversation for now. Besides I need to check Mordred's development with Kay."

You wanted him to stay, perhaps this confrontation would be easier if he was there. But it was also clear that he was drained from his argument with Morgan. Confronting him about who Daenara was could wait. You have learned to respect his space and time. Just as he has respected your own time either on your own or with Lancelot.

"Well what is it your majesty?" Morgan's piercing green eyes - the eyes she shared with Arthur - stare at you in defiance. Her tone icier than usual. It was probably because she and Arthur just had an argument.

"I'll make this as brief as I can. What is your involvement with the Princess Elaine?"

Her eyes give away nothing.

"What makes you think I was even involved at all?"

"After you told the Green knight to behead himself on front of me, I wouldn't put it past you to give the Princess Elaine some encouragement."

"Oh please your majesty, if I wanted to really insult your barrenness I would be having my allies search for ways to annul your marriage to my brother. After all under your custom, what use is a wife who cannot bear children."

"I don't know what your game is Morgan, but whatever it is, it ends now." She gives you a smirk.

"You really think you could just order me around? Just like how I could demand you to stop betraying my brother?"

"And what makes you think I am betraying Arthur?"

"Tell me, does this arrogance of yours make you moan louder whenever Lancelot thrusts inside you?" She chuckles as you feel yourself keep silent.

"You may be Queen, you may be Arthur's partner under the eyes of Camelot's laws. But I will not hesitate to tell Arthur that you have been sleeping with the knight he is closest to once he gets over his current despair." And with that she shut her door at you. It seems Arthur has not disclosed that it wasn't betrayal since it was with his blessing that you and Lancelot even gave in. But knowing him, he would probably do his best to persuade Morgan that it was not betrayal. That was one secret comfort to you.

You meet Arthur later that evening and it was clear that there was something that he wanted to tell you but was still too exhausted. Your heart broke as his mind was almost lost staring at a candle on front of him as he slowly ate dinner.

"Arthur?" Upon hearing your voice he seemed to return to his senses as he briefly shakes himself back before looking back at you. His eyes were more tortured tonight than other nights. You reach for his hand and rub the back of it.

"I'm here." You say with your hand as you reassure him with your eyes. He nods softly as you before saying that he would retire for the evening. He gives your hand a kiss, his eyes showing thanks to you before he leaves for his chambers.

A few days later, he requests to see you and Lancelot in his private chambers. "I have a confession to make to both of you. A secret of mine that I have been reluctant to share until now. And I fear that this would change how you both see me."

"I highly doubt that Arthur."

"You haven't heard what I have to say Lance."

"We are here for you Arthur." The three of you settle down as you await for Arthur to tell you what has been bothering him so.

"I am sorry that I refused to tell you the details of my personal pilgrimage before I took that trip. I needed some time to prepare myself. It was the first time in awhile that I felt comfortable to take a trip purely for myself and to settle my own personal demons." He takes a breath before continuing on.

"Some time before I became the leader of Camelot's armies and sometime after I was raised by Sir Ector, Morgan and I decided to run away. To where? We didn't know either. All we knew was that we just wanted to get away from our responsibilities in Camelot. Morgan used what she knew to make us invisible and undetected from my father's guards and spies. Along the way, we were attacked by bandits. I forgot how now but I ended up mortally wounded and Morgan was seeking help from anywhere while doing her best to keep myself alive."

"Is - is that why you have a scar over your heart?" You ask with trepidation within you.

"No, this was the scar below that one. At my ribs." He takes a drink from his goblet before he continued.

"Soon, a village - no a commune, had received us late in the night and their healers was able to heal me from my first brush with death. It was on this night that I met Daenara."

"Daenara?"

"Daenara Targaryen, my first wife."

You feel yourself entering into a state of shock.

He was married before?

Who was this woman?

"Morgan and I stayed in the commune for about four years. I fell in love with Daenara during that time. I loved being ordinary among the new members of the commune. It's as if I was healed not just in my wound but also in spirit. It was as if they rejuvenated me and restored me to who I was before my birth father came for me and sternly settled the responsibilities that I suddenly inherited as the heir to the then very new Camelot. And I will be honest, I was looking forward to living the rest of my life in that commune. My birth father be damned. He can go marry someone else and make a new heir for his kingdom. Or find someone else to become his new heir."

"What happened?" Lancelot asks in a curious tone.

"Daenara had always wanted to know what life was like outside of the commune. She was one of the youngest ladies among her very large family which made up a lot of members of the commune. And because they were everywhere in the commune it was a little difficult to know for herself which parts of herself are truly hers or simply just the influence of her family. So I promised her that we would live for awhile outside of the influence of the commune. And I was able to do that only a few months after we had been married. She and Morgan were close friends and Morgan found her a position as a teacher. We were on our way to the school when one of the gloomiest days happened to me." He stops for a breath. You could tell that he was struggling to tell you this part of the story. You offer him his goblet in encouragement. He nods at you as he takes a drink before he continues.

"Daenara and Morgan sent me out to hunt for our dinner. I had a feeling that they were up to something but I couldn't tell what. I trusted Daenara to eventually tell me since she always loved setting up pleasant surprises for me. Any surprise she gave me had always made me smile. I was walking back with that day's dinner when the village that we were staying in had a riot. I couldn't tell what started it, but nearly everyone was fighting with almost anyone. As I went closer I found myself surrounded and had no choice but to fight back while doing my best to make my way to the Inn where we were staying in for a few days. Morgan saved me by using her magic discreetly on any blind spots I had. But it wasn't enough. I don't remember how but I found myself stabbed in the heart." You feel your eyes widen and one of your hands cover your mouth in worry.

"I vaguely remember Daenara once again being able to save me once again. She was the last face I saw before I thought I was going to die from blood loss. She was determined that I was going to live. That was all I could remember before I gave in to the darkness, thinking that I was going to die, and that it wasn't so bad that her face was the last one I would see."

"And yet here you are." You say puzzled as you look at Arthur.

"When I find myself waking up, Merlin told me that Daenara had died in my arms after she saved me once again. After throwing a tantrum someone, either Morgan or Merlin I can't remember now, had convinced me that dedicating my remaining life, my service to Camelot, to her. It was only this year, when I gave my blessing to you both in the Beltane celebration, that I was able to begin mourning her death after so long." His voice begins to become broken as you find yourself and Lancelot moving closer to him.

"I couldn't help but feel guilty of her death. If maybe something had gone different -"

"If things had gone differently we wouldn't have met and Camelot wouldn't have you."

"And if Camelot didn't have you-" Lancelot puts his hand on Arthur's unoccupied hand.

"I don't even want to think of that possibility."

"Lance I still caused her death."

"And that was beyond your control. Even on the battlefield when you lead us you are the most inspiring figure for us…for me."

They look into each other's eyes, the air thankfully has now become more intimate.

This was your chance. Your chance to finally truly be lovers with both of the men you loved and lusted.

You move your hand to move on top of theirs and gently turn Arthur's face to look into yours. "Daenara did not die in vain. You don't have to stop loving her for she has already made you into the man you are today. And I couldn't have asked for a better husband."

"But-"

"Haven't we have proven my husband that it is possible to love more than one?" You look up at Lancelot and he nods at you.

He leans in.

Arthur was hesitant but willing.

"Are you sure?"

"You have no idea how long Guin and I have been waiting for this." And with that Arthur met Lancelot's kiss and you couldn't help but smile in relief and elation.

Tonight both of you would finally become his lover for he has finally opened his heart to both of you.

All three of you ended up in his bed with him in the center. The most you did was exchange passionate kisses among all three of you. You and Lancelot knew he wasn't ready to be physically intimate with either of you yet. That was fine, both of you could wait. Intimacy from feelings is what he needs right now.

All this time he had been neglecting his own needs for the sake of you, Lancelot, his knights, and the rest of Camelot. This was the first year that he had even began to be even a little bit selfish in mourning a love lost. And yet he still believes that this secret - this insecurity would make you not want him anymore when nothing could be further from the truth.

You woke up earlier than both of them and had commanded one of your loyal servants to bring in breakfast fit for three and to tell the knights and your advisers that Arthur will be resting for the rest of the day. He deserves his rest after allowing both you and Lancelot into his heart the night before.

"Arthur how do you know it was Daenara who saved you from your wound to your heart?" At this he sighs sadly.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you Guin. I promised her, and her family that I won't tell anyone of their secret. It's a secret that's not mine to tell."

"It's fine, you are being respectful to her memory." Even though a part of you is admittedly curious, even you won't force him to break his promise to the person he loved.

"The trip was about her isn't it? You wanted to investigate how she died?" Lancelot says as breaks bread while moving closer beside Arthur.

"Not only that. I wanted to find her remains. Neither I nor Morgan was allowed to remain there before being taken back to Camelot. Both of us were hoping to find her remains or any of her possessions from that day. It seems I wasn't the only one who was prevented from mourning her."

"Have you tried returning to the commune?" Arthur's face became grim.

"The commune has moved. Neither of us know where they are. Morgan believes they either scattered or had gone into hiding since even she couldn't find any member of the commune anymore even with her magical abilities. Or at least that's what we want to believe. We don't want to think of the possibility that they might have been hunted down because of the secret they possess but… it is possible."

"What if we searched for them?"

"Lance I can't use Camelot's resources for something so selfish."

"What's so selfish about wanting to protect the people who helped you?"

"I hate to admit but Arthur's right. Our duty is to Camelot, and while this year had been peaceful, we still have challenges up ahead."

There's something more to this story. Something that maybe Arthur doesn't know but Morgan does. Perhaps this is why she was so hostile to you and your influence over Arthur. Nevertheless you would be by his side, just as now he has you and Lancelot to make sure that even his heart would be safe. Even if the rest of the world won't see it so.

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Kay x Bedivere: First Kiss 😘

Cuteness is what I was aiming for. Also, my Merlin looks like Radagast the Brown.

It was one of those rare sunny days and Bedwyr wanted to make the most of it. He was going to play outside and soak up the sun. He wanted it to be one of those days where he was sore the next day because of the fun he was having. So, he took his practice sword and set off on an adventure he would never forget. But what would this adventure be?

He left home, kissed his mama and stuck his stuck tongue out at Lucan. Ha, he was too grown up to go explore. He had responsibilities. Sucker.

Bedwyr decided that he was going to explore the old Roman villa just outside of the town. He knew it was dangerous. Saxons or Angles could attack at any moment. And the villa was starting to fall apart from disuse. But that was what was so exciting about it. It was dangerous.

Bedwyr climbed into some storage area where a family of bats decided to make their home. He quietly ignored them crawling away from them. He was just small enough to fit in some nook and crannies. It was a shame that Rome fell, because this villa was much nicer than the homes they lived it. He would like to live here. So, Bedwyr started to pretend he was a Roman kid living the life of luxury. He was going to be a Roman Legionary fighting and winning against barbarians. It was so much fun until someone decided to ruin his day of fun.

“My dad is going to kill me!” Kay was running in a circle. He pulled his red hair and screamed to the heavens.

Bedwyr put his sword away and watched Kay run around like he caught fire.

Every kid thought Kay was just the coolest. He was the son of Ector, the leader of their little town. He was able to beat up anyone with a sword. He would sit in on council meetings. He taught them new swear words he learned in those meetings. He had the power to make any kid do Kay’s chores for him and make them feel like it was their pleasure. He would get in trouble all the time. Everyone loved Kay.

“What happened?”

“I lost Wart.”

Bedwyr blinked. “How?”

Kay stopped and looked at the floor. “He went into the forest last night and never came back.”

“But we’re not allowed in the forest! There are kid eating fairies in there!”

“I said he would be a pussy if he didn’t spend all night in the forest. Then said girls were braver than him.” Bedwyr hit Kay with his sword. “What the fuck?”

“If Wart has been eating by fairies it’s your fault.”

“Yeah, and I need to pretend to be him.”

“What?”

“Well, dad is going to get suspicious when lump in Wart’s bed hasn’t moved all day.”

Bedwyr hit Kay again and again and again with his wooden sword.

“Motherfucker.”

Bedwyr pointed his sword at Kay’s face. “What the fuck! I’m going to help you find Wart.” Bedwyr hit Kay on his head with the flat of his sword.

“Stop that.”

“Not until I help you grow a brain.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“You fooled me.”

Kay huffed than kicked Bedwyr. Bedwyr hit him with his sword again but Kay caught it. He punched Bedwyr. Bedwyr was going to have a black eye for days after this.

“Stop hitting me.” Kay turned around and went to the Haunted Forest. Bedwyr followed.

Bedwyr was scared. Lucan told him that a kid his age that went into the forest and three days later they found his arm with little bite marks. He hoped that didn’t happen to Arthur. Bedwyr liked Arthur, a lot actually. He was the only one to successful stand up to Kay. Everyone was impressed. He would threaten Kay with telling their father of Kay got to be too much but Arthur never did. Arthur wasn’t a snitch. He was pretty cool for a five year old.

“He couldn’t have gotten that deep? Right?” said Kay.

“If he wasn’t as stupid as you, no,” said Bedwyr.

“I’ll give you another black eye.”

“I don’t know where Wart is. This forest is freaking huge!”

“Wart is such a cuck.” Kay cross his arms and looked annoyed at the forest.

“Do you even know that means?”

“No but I know Wart is one.”

Bedwyr’s face fell in his hands. Kay was proud of that for some reason.

Bedwyr took Kay’s hand and they went into the forest.

The forest was dark and untouched by man. Something could be five feet in front of you and you wouldn’t be able to see it. It was like it was eternally night. Bedwyr didn’t like this. He felt the trees watching him. The winds warning him of death. Did that root move? Did that brach move? Oh wait that was just a squirrel.

“Wart!”

Bedwyr slapped Kay’s mouth. “Shhhhhhh. You want to wake up the fairies?”

Kay licked Bedwyr’s hand. Bedwyr wiped the spit off on his tunic. “Psst. I’m not afraid of fairies. WART!”

Bedwyr was going to die because his best friend was an idiot.

“What about wolves?” said Bedwyr thinking of an animal Kay might be afraid of.

Kay laughed. “Stop being a cry baby.” Kay took Bedwyr’s wooden sword and tried cutting the branches in front of them. Bedwyr’s sword was not sharp enough. “Wart!”

Bedwyr grabbed Kay’s tunic and followed. Okay that tree had multiple eyes. That tree had some magical creature waiting to kill them. The wind started to whisper. There was scratching. Something knocked on the wood. Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock knock.

Kay pushed Bedwyr off of him. Bedwyr fell on the ground. The roots felt like they were slowly moving trying to grab him. “Seriously dude, if you’re…”

Kay stared at something above Bedwyr’s head. Bedwyr stared at Kay. Kay was white. His eyes open wide. He white knuckled Bedwyr’s sword.

Bedwyr did not want to look. He did not. But he did.

On the tree, there were a dozen small humanoid creatures with wick fanged smiles. They had wings of a bat. Their eyes were irisless. They held the tree with their clawed hands and feet. They had a laugh that dug deep into your soul so it could stay there and haunt you forever.

Kay threw Bedwyr’s sword at the creatures. They hissed and jumped after them.

Bedwyr jumped up and started to run. But he had to go back and grab Kay. Kay was trying to kill the little bastards with a big stick. He actually was able to stake one on the stick.

“Come on you moron,” said Bedwyr grabbing Kay by his hair. Kay got shocked and hit Bedwyr in the stomach. Bedwyr yanked him away.

“I killed one!” cheered Kay. He held his stick in front of Bedwyr to show him.

“Great, you’re the pixie slayer.” Kay threw a rock at the half a dozen creatures following them.

They tumbled out of the forest and down a hill. Bedwyr landed on Kay and the creature’s stupid corpse fell on his head.

“Get that thing off of me!” Bedwyr rolled off Kay and swat it away.

“Hey I need to show that to my dad!” Kay stood up and grabbed his new corpse. “Wart is goi…” Kay stopped. “Wart is dead.” Kay brought his one hand to his mouth and cried. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t want… THIS!” Kay showed Bedwyr the creature killed. “Killed him!” Bedwyr hugged Kay. “I’m sorry Wart.” Kay put his head in the small of Bedwyr’s neck. “We are going to find his head at the edge of the forest one day. How could I do this to my brother!”

Bedwyr pat Kay on the back. “Let’s go see your father. Wart is smart. He might have went somewhere else to his until he proved he wasn’t a coward.”

Kay shook his head. “I can’t face my dad.”

“You have too. You don’t him to find Wart’s head.”

Kay hugged Bedwyr closer. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Kay’s tears were falling down Bedwyr’s chest. His tunic was all wet but he didn’t mind. Kay had just lost his little brother. He needed to be there for his best friend.

Kay wiped his face. He was red and puffy. “Let’s go see my dad.”

It was nearly dark when the two boys made it into the town. Kay looked like he was going to be sick. His stick with the impaled creature was shaking. The creatures blood had made its way on Bedwyr’s back and in his dark curly hair.

The town had started the night’s fire and there was something strange about it. Bedwyr thought he knew everyone in town, but there was someone new. He was an old man with baby birds in his grey messy beard. His long hair was full of twigs and leaves. He stood partly hunch holding an oak staff. He looked like a wood witch. He was talking with Sir Ector. Both men were laughing and in between them was…

“WART!” Kay attacked Arthur like a boar. They were on the floor and Kay hugged and his kissed his little brother. Arthur hit Kay trying to get him off him, but he failed. Nothing was going to get Kay to let go of his little brother.

“Kay,” said Sir Ector in a very angry tone. Okay, Sir Ector was the only thing that would get Kay to let go of his little brother.

Kay froze and Arthur pointed at the crazy wood witch. Okay, Arthur still wasn’t a snitch.

“Yes father,” said Kay very slowly.

“What is this? A demon pixie?” said the crazy wood witch.

Kay nodded. “I killed it.”

The wood witch grabbed the pixie corpse. “I need this for a potion I’ve been making. Mind if I take this, they are very rare.” Before Kay could answer, the wood witch was gone.

Arthur tugged at Sir Ector’s tunic. “Where’s Merlin?”

Sir Ector looked shocked. Then smiled at his youngest. “He went back home in the forest.” Sir Ector then turned to his eldest. Kay snuck into the ground. It was the smallest Bedwyr had seen him. “What do you have to say to your brother?”

Kay looked at his little brother. For a five year old Arthur, Arthur looked more mature then Kay. “You are not a pussy or a little girl.” Bedwyr swore he saw Sir Ector look at the horizon when Kay said that.

Arthur looked proud. “Am I brave enough to play with you and Bed?”

“Well, you need to slay…” Sir Ector slapped his son on the back of his head. “Yes, you are brave enough to play with me and Bed.”

Arthur jumped up and down. “Yay. Did you see Merlin? He’s my new friend I met in the forest.”

Arthur told Kay all about his day in detail. Bedwyr went back home and to see his mother. He gave her a kiss. He had the day he wanted, kind of. He was swore. He had a black eye. He was black and blue. It was a good day.

Before Bedwyr went to bed, he heard a knock at the door. It was Kay asking Bed to play just a little bit more. Bed went out rubbing his arm. He closed the store.

“Thanks for helping me look for Wart.” Kay quickly kissed Bedwyr on the lips.

“What was that?”

“Isn’t that how every knight thanks his lady love.” Kay had a smirk on his face.

“His what!” Kay dashed away. “You son of a bitch!” Bedwyr chased after him.

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Kay x Bedivere, "rough"

Thanks for the request and sorry it took so long to write this! I hope it’s okay!

“What were you thinking?” Bedivere’s voice is soft yet harsh; a tone that Kay hated to hear.

Both knights looked noticeably disheveled but for different reasons. For Kay, he had severely lost a joust that left him helpless and bleeding on the ground. For Bedivere, he had laid restless in bed for many nights with the fear that the man he cared for was dead or dying.

Kay sighed and turned away from his fellow knight, “Someone had to teach him a lesson.”

“Ah,” Bedivere scoffed, “And how did that turn out for you?”

“How was I supposed to know he was a damn prince of Orkney?”

“Arthur trusted him.”

“Artus has been known to make questionable decisions in the past,” Kay frowned, “For all I knew, Beaumains was a mere kitchen boy who begged to be sent out on a knight’s quest. And everyone was going to let him! He needed to be tested and testing those who are foolish enough to wish to be knights is my job, is it not? Or do you think I just do this out of the coldness of my heart?”

“Of course not!” Bedivere said.

“Really?” asked Kay, the tone of his voice far more venomous than he had intended, “Because it seems like that’s all anyone thinks when it comes to me! Sir Kay the cold-hearted seneschal!”

“Kay… “

“Too prideful for his own good, eh?”

“Kay, please.”

“Thinks he can take on the up and coming knights and lo and behold! He gets thrown of his horse and left to bleed on the ground! And no one cares!”

“I do!” Bedivere’s shout and the tears that were forming in the corner of his eyes was enough to silence Kay for the time being, “Every time you fall, every time you bleed, I care! Because you’re hurt and you could die and I could lose you!

“I know it’s selfish of me but I don’t want to lose you, Kay. Perhaps everyone else finds it amusing when you fall off your horse in a joust or get cut in a sword fight because all they think to see is the sarcastic and condescending Sir Kay the Seneschal but I don’t. Because I love you.”

There was a harsh silence after Bedivere’s words, each person seemingly surprised by Bedivere’s sudden confession and afraid of what would happen if they spoke. Kay stared at Bedivere wide-eyed as the latter looked at the ground in an attempt to hide the tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry,” Bedivere finally sobbed out, “It’s just…I’m sorry. “

“It’s okay, Bedi.”

The knight looked up at the sound of the seneschal’s voice and quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve as Kay moved off the bed, trying to hide the striking pain he felt with every movement.

Bedivere rushed to Kay’s side to support him, “Kay! You shouldn’t try to get up!”

Kay gave a huff, turning his body towards Bedivere and cupping his cheek with one of his hands. The knight seemed to relax at the touch, taking in the feeling of the seneschal’s rough and calloused fingers rubbing circles across his tear-stained cheek.

“It’s okay.” Kay repeated, “I’m okay.” He paused for a moment, giving Bedivere a reassuring smile, “Y’know, I always rush in to teach the newest wannabe knight thinking that nobody will care about what happens to me. I guess I was wrong about that. I’m sorry, Bedivere.”

“You should have to apologize,” Bedivere pushed himself away from Kay, trying his best to sound dignified when speaking only for his words to come out stuttering and hoarse from the crying, “I-I was probably overreacting anyway!”

“No.” said Kay, “You weren’t overreacting. It’s rough seeing a person that you uh…care about getting hurt and being on quite possibly the verge of death. I should know. I acted very similar when you came back injured when trying to find the questing beast.”

Bedivere stiffened at the memory, “That was a long time ago.”

“And yet, I couldn’t sleep at all until you were completely healed.”

“You cared for me even back then?”

“Even longer, I think.” Kay confessed, “I wanted to tell you for a while but I feared what consequences could arise from it. Though, I guess I didn’t have much to worry about, huh?”

Bedivere stared wide-eyed at Kay, not really sure of what to say, “Y-Yes, I suppose you didn’t.”

Kay smiled and took Bedivere’s hand, pulling him into a hug. While Bedivere still had not fully processed what was happening, his body seemed to move on his own. He wrapped his arm around Kay and placed his head on the seneschal’s should, giving a chuckle. Kay carefully laid back down on the bed and moved to pull the covers over the both of them.

“This is nice,” Bedivere mumbled.

Kay gave a soft “hmm”, moving one of his hands to stroke the other knight’s hair. The two closed their eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arthurian Mythology, Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms, Llên a Chrefydd yr Hen Gymraeg | Ancient Welsh Religion & Lore Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bedivere/Kay (Arthurian), Gawain & Arthur Pendragon, Dinadan & Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Percival (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Lancelot du Lac (Arthurian), Gawain/ OC Tristan/OC Characters: Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Original Female Character(s), Arthur Pendragon, Kay (Arthurian Myth), Bedivere (Arthurian Myth), Tristan (Arthurian Myth), Percival (Arthurian Myth), Original Male Character(s), Dinadan (Arthurian Myth) Additional Tags: References to Abuse, arthur is not a nice man so sorry to any arthur fans, gawain is a sub, it me back again to welsh things up, i may have burned myself out over this so like ahhhh!, kay and bedivere are husbands u cannot convince me otherwise, tristan is as tristan does (annoy gawain flirt and play the harp) Summary:

It's simple enough,” Gawain's uncle had said as they'd strolled through one of Camelot's many dimly lit corridors late at night, his grip on Gawain's arm unyielding even as he'd hissed painfully. “We go under a banner of peace.Their walls are thick, unassailable, and so we cannot reach them outright. Therefore we must be sneaky.”

When Gawain embarks on a quest to Cantre'r Gwaelod, the legendary Welsh kingdom by the sea, alongside his uncle and five other knights he imagined it'd be fairly simple.

Ah, how wrong he was.

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Do u think Bedwyr was heartbroken when he'd heard Cai died? When he had to bear Excalibur into the lake and watch as the Lady bore it aloft, up, up, up, down, down, down, until it sank back beneath the waves. Like think about it, his two best buds are dead, the two boys he'd always been lumped with, the two men who he'd grown alongside, the king and the seneschal perished in battle. The two men he'd loved the best.

(And said goodbye to the most.)

And him, left to wander the earth, nothing more than a monk, a hermit, a hollow echo of a distant, destroyed kingdom, crippled by grief and guilt.

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Posting this before I got bed but as @gwalch-mei said, 'CAUGHT THEIR ASSES IN 4K'

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Thought u might all like this Bedivere and Kay interaction. (They are lovers in this but obviously ur not gonna broadcast that to the world.)

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Adding onto this:

Melwas being seen as Gwen's lover is very interesting but also this could be interpreted as Cai and Gwen being lovers too. Anyway, this is from 'The Arthur of the Welsh,' by Rachel Bromwich.

Hello, bringing u some prime Arthur, Bedwyr, Cai, and Cafall content today. What I'm taking away from this is that Arthur has a thousand siblings, Bedwyr was Arthur's BUTLER (Geoffrey of Monmouth we have to talk. I know ur dead, but still.) And Cai is Trans. And might not even be Cynyr's son. And is Tall. Very Tall. Also has Beef with Melwas. (Melegaunt. Which tbf, I would too.)

Also, Cafall is HUGE. HUGE DOGGO. HUGE DOGGO WHO BEDWYR GETS DIBS TO HOLD.

(Also, the fact that Arthur, Bedwyr, and Cai all watched as a king carried off the daughter of the king after the Brecon Beacons were named! They all just fuckin watched on a hill, chilling. Arthur even wanted her for himself. Gwladys, I'm so sorry. I would've whacked them across the head for that. Thrown my shoes. Idk.) And, if that's not enough, More Bedikay propaganda!!!!

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British LegendsXPokemon

Sir Bedwyr/Bedivere

(I like saying Bedwyr, it’s fun to say)

Guys I think I went too deep. This turned into a crossover fanfiction.

And Arthur called Bedwyr, (...) None was equal to him in swiftness throughout this island except Arthur and Drych Ail Kibddar. And although he was one-handed, three warriors could not shed blood faster than he on the field of battle. (...) his lance would produce a wound equal to those of nine opposing lances. From Culhwch and Olwen.

That quote is my main inspiration for this team. Yes, I went to Bulbapedia and organized the list through the speed stat. But did more than just that. I didn’t pick the first six fastest pokemon and called it a day. I played by the rules of the game, one mega-evolution and as well as sadly Bed doesn’t get a legendary, you need to be extra special for one (coughArthurcough).

I imagine young Bedwyr in the forest’s of these magical Arthurian/Pokemon crossover, adventuring. Kay is being his usually dickish self. And the two boys are playing. Here, Bedwyr he finds his yellow life long companion sleeping under a tree. An Abra. The two play and sleep together. Abra teleports Bed when Kay’s dickishness gets to be too much, in a screw you I’m out of here sense. Soon, Abra becomes a Kadabra, here Bed and Kadabra learns together. And later, Bedwyr trades him to Kay and then Kay trades him back and now look, Kadabra is now an Alakazam (you know that classic move that we’ve done to get an Alakazam). Alakazam and Bed are the closest. Why an Alakazam? Because 1. Alakazam is his mega evolution pokemon, so he needs an extra special bond with this pokemon. 2. Mega Alakazam has the 4th best speed stat in the game at 150. 3. Bedwyr is usually characterized as the wiser knight and Alakazam has an IQ of 5000, they have brains. 4. In some retellings Bed might know magic. Alakazam is a very magical pokemon. Psychic was the closest thing to the magic type before Fairy came along. 5. When Bed loses his hand, Alakazam can help him with his psychic powers.

The four moves Alakazam knows will be Psychic (duh), Reflect, Thunder Wave (it’s nice to paralyze others) and Shadow Ball (a useful move)

Bedwyr is chasing after child Kay who wanted to prove himself brave and went in that cave alone. Here, Kay is attacked by a zubat, because we are all attacked by zubats in caves. However, Kay didn’t bring a pokemon, and Bed still had an Abra. Anyway, Kay punches Zubat, Abra teleports, eventually comes back and uses Facade. Bedwyr catches a Zubat. He’s not a fan of Kay because he remembers that time Kay punched him. Zubat becomes a Golbat and becomes of the friendship Bedwyr showed towards him as a Zubat, he’s only stuck with Golbat for one level. (I like Zubat and my favourite poison type is Crobat but I don’t like Gobat.) Anyway, he has a Crobat. A pokemon known for speed, speed stat is 130. Also, a poison pokemon is useful against fairies.

Crobat’s moves are Sludge Bomb, Leech Life (Because fuck Leech Life, my Zubat v Zubat fight in Let’s Go was a pain because it), Confuse Ray (because classic Zubat Fam move) and Fly.

Arthur is getting Excalibur and Bedwyr is waiting at the edge of the lake. A Froakie hopes along and Bedwyr catches it. Froakie likes to throw water pulses at Zubat when playing. Kadabra at the time as to separate the two. But Froakie is usually cool and collected, usually you don’t know he’s there until you splashed with a water pulse, as Arthur learned one day trying to make a toast. He likes to escape his pokeball and do his ninja thing. He becomes a Frogadier after he escaped his pokeball to safe Bedwyr. Them after letting Kadabra out and then they teleport out. Sadly, that’s when Bed lost his hand. Later, of course, he becomes a Greninja in an epic fight with an Anglo-Saxon. (Not Beowulf). Why Greninja? Because apparently fast=ninja in the pokeworld.

Greninja’s moves are Hydro Pump, Dark Pulse, Double Team (‘cause ninja) and Water Shuriken (‘cause he’s a troll and if you don’t think he used this against Kay, you are wrong)

Bedwyr actually found her as Fletchinder. Froakie, our ninja troll who doesn’t like his pokeball, climbed up a tree and found Fletchinder. Froakie gets her wet. Bedwyr looking for Froakie finds them like this and catches Fletchinder. Fletchinder is good girl and tries really hard not to catch things on fire. But Froakie and later Frogadier makes it really hard sometimes. Both Arthur or Guinevere are not happy. She becomes a Talonflame during a practice battle with either Kay or Griflet. Bedwyr was very happy.

Did you know Talonflame have a 126 speed stat? Yeah. Plus, it gave Bedwyr a fire pokemon and it fits the glass cannon theme.

The moves Talonflame know are Brave Bird, Flamethrower (I already gave her a move that gives recoil damage), Steel Wing (for some extra coverage) and Me First (matches the speed theme).

Nincada is caughted with the classic walking in tall grass situation. Bed was walking, probably trying to find Frogadier after escaping his pokeball once again. Then bam. He is hit. Nincada comes out of the grass. Go Fletchinder. Epic batter. Nincada is caught. But Nincada doesn’t hold a grudge like Zubat towards Kay, and Nincada actually likes Fletchinder. Later, she becomes a Ninjask. She’s fast enough to follow Frogadier and later Greninja on their trolling adventures. She’s the responsible ninja. Why Ninjask? Did you know that the only pokemon faster than Ninjask is Deoxys speed form? Yes, so technically, Ninjask is the fastest pokemon at the speed stat of 160. It’s the only reason he has a Ninjask and not an Accelgor.

Her moves are X-Scissor, Aerial Ace (because she cannot learn good flying moves), Leech Life and Slash.

We do not talk about how Bedwyr got an Electrode. It’s a secret between him and Kay. But it was embarrassing. Electric pokemon are useful because they only have one weakness, and Electrode is the fastest of the electric pokemon. I was going to give him a Jolteon but I decided I could give someone else a Jolteon but I could not find another possibility to give someone an Electrode. And Electrode is fast, stat is 150. This Electrode rather not explode, but he’s clumsy (he’s a rolling ball, hard to control). He’s very shy too, and likes his pokeball.

Moves Electrode knows are Thunderbolt, Explosion (it’s a classic), Mirror Coat and Thunder. He doesn’t have a great move pool.

Next in Series: Robin Hood

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Reblogging for the morning crowd cuz I posted this at four am when I was sick. Hope u all like!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arthurian Mythology, Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms, Llên a Chrefydd yr Hen Gymraeg | Ancient Welsh Religion & Lore Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bedivere/Kay (Arthurian), Gawain & Arthur Pendragon, Dinadan & Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Percival (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Lancelot du Lac (Arthurian), Gawain/ OC Tristan/OC Characters: Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Original Female Character(s), Arthur Pendragon, Kay (Arthurian Myth), Bedivere (Arthurian Myth), Tristan (Arthurian Myth), Percival (Arthurian Myth), Original Male Character(s), Dinadan (Arthurian Myth) Additional Tags: References to Abuse, arthur is not a nice man so sorry to any arthur fans, gawain is a sub, it me back again to welsh things up, i may have burned myself out over this so like ahhhh!, kay and bedivere are husbands u cannot convince me otherwise, tristan is as tristan does (annoy gawain flirt and play the harp) Summary:

It’s simple enough,” Gawain’s uncle had said as they’d strolled through one of Camelot’s many dimly lit corridors late at night, his grip on Gawain’s arm unyielding even as he’d hissed painfully. “We go under a banner of peace.Their walls are thick, unassailable, and so we cannot reach them outright. Therefore we must be sneaky.”

When Gawain embarks on a quest to Cantre'r Gwaelod, the legendary Welsh kingdom by the sea, alongside his uncle and five other knights he imagined it’d be fairly simple.

Ah, how wrong he was.