#sir lancelot du lac

[gwalch-mei]

art of lancelot crossing the sword bridge i will always love you

[queer-ragnelle]

consistently overestimating the general public’s level of arthurian understanding.

[gossssamer]

Another Lanceguin

[justaz]

merlin breaks down in front of lancelot about all the anti-magic things his friends say (even tho it’s never “oh nasty vile sorcerers will die by my blade” or some shit but like those backhanded comments or lil micro aggressions against not just magic users but also followers of the old religion) and he’s just crying to lancelot about how the people he would die for would kill him if they knew the truth (they wouldn’t really but he’s allowed to be a lil dramatic)

anyways lancelot starts noticing the comments a lot more and peeps merlin’s lil flinches or sullen expressions and gets irate on his behalf and becomes his voice. lancelot stands up against the anti-magic rhetoric and challenges anyone who disagrees with him. merlin warns him that even being a magic sympathizer is against the law and worthy of execution. lancelot shoots back that that was only a thing during uther’s reign, arthur hasn’t even ordered an execution since becoming king.

lancelot continues to argue on behalf of all magic users and followers of the old religion. since lancelot is lancelot, his points and arguments are well thought out, perfectly worded, and executed brilliantly - no one can win an argument against him. slowly, the anti-magic rhetoric begins to unravel and more and more people are swayed to being pro-magic until the pressure is on arthur to repeal the ban

[letterstosirsonic]

Sonic, oh Sonic,

Forgive the shudder in my writing, for when last I wrote, I believed those words would be my last.

Yet here I stand once more, breathing, alive by some miracle when I should not be. As the sun rose on the horizon that morning, and my lungs filled with air, I found that my heart still beats.

And that miracle, I now understand, was you.

You, my liege, had wielded the power of legends. The Chaos Emeralds you spoke of, those tales of unimaginable power, and you, humble and noble as you are, had drawn upon their force to return me to this world.

You had returned me to this world.

How could I begin to thank you? How could I ever thank you for such a gift? To have been granted something so rare, so extraordinary, feels like a blessing beyond my worth.

I am sorry for burdening you with the grief of my absence.

Nevertheless, in that place between life and death, I saw a world beyond the one we know, a land untouched by battle. There was peace there, Sonic, peace I had long forgotten in the chaos of this life. Though even in a serene realm such as that, it dimmed without your light present.

Sire, I am grateful to be alive, for it means I may once again cherish your presence.

Forever indebted to you,

Lance.

[hoarder-of-dragons]

Arthur: If something happened to Merlin I couldn't live with myself.

Morgana: Of course, You wouldn't have to, because Lancelot and Gwaine would kill you.

Morgana: Also Gwen

Morgana: Me as well

Morgana: And the rest of Camelot

[escespace]

Merlin: I'm going to sleep early today

Lancelot: You said that yesterday

Will: And last week

Merlin: This time I mean it

Gaius: Who are you talking to, boy?

Lancelot: Fuck sake, Merlin! You're hallucinating with us, GO TO SLEEP!

[oneshoulderangel]

Sir Lancelot: I don’t want to work with the squires!

Lancelot: they can be so cruel when they sense weakness.

Kay: that’s why on the first day, you gotta beat up the biggest one in the yard.

Gawain: Kay, that’s prison.

Kay: Only if you let it be.

[plannette-drawz]

Lancelot du Lac :]

[sir-borre]

🎶In days of old, when knights were bold

This story’s told of Lancelot.🎶

[vilevenom]

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

I blink in sight of your blinding light

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

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

Rating: Mature (discussion of sexual acts)

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

"Good morning, my liege."

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

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

"Did you sleep well, Arthur?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course.

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

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

"To Sir Lancelot!

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

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

"…what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"To pack?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Always, my king."

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

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

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

"Even in court?"

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

"Arthur!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gwalch-mei]

really obsessed w this comment talking abt him like he’s some sort of beast. some feral creechure. which. is not wrong.

[un-official-artist]

I made a post a while ago where I shared the WIP of my Lancelot du Lac redesign and never shared the complete version so here it is!

The flowers are: Mulberry, bay wreath, lavender rose, and daffodil (yes they have meanings I love being cringe and using symbolism).

You can find my designs for the other knights in this post

[shatteredhaloknight]

[justaz]

merlin is over all the hiding and lying and he stares at his best friend while he eats breakfast and is just like “i want him to know me” so he lays his hand palm up on the table in his line of sight and just. makes a butterfly. it flutters around and arthur tracks its movements before looking over at merlin. he smiles and steals a sausage before leaving the room. arthur sits for a long while. merlin strides through the halls, strangely energetic and his mind just stops working. he doesn’t think or second guess himself or create lies and fabricate stories. he finds the knights and looks at lancelot and is just like “i revealed my magic to arthur” the room is quiet before lancelot goes “you also just revealed your magic to the rest of the knights” merlin doesn’t look at them but sighs out a “yeah” and leaves. he lets his magic loose and walks through the halls and out the doors of the castle to the training field, every step sprouts flowers and small animals form in his wake and skitter around. merlin takes a deep breath before laying down in the grass. he remains there until arthur physically hauls him back up on his feet

[queer-ragnelle]

Hi! Do you know of any movies/tv shows/retellings that actually have (or even just talk about) Lancelot growing up in a lake?

Hi anon!

The thing with this is that most adaptations and retellings do name him "Lancelot of the Lake/du Lac," but not that many actually go into the backstory that deeply.

One of my favorites is Lancelot by Gwen Rowley, which keeps the weird underwater fay-world intact, and even delves into the mental toll that upbringing has taken on Lancelot. His "otherness" is at the forefront of his story. He himself doesn't comprehend his own past, as the "otherworld" of the Lake Kingdom has fractured his mind.

And again later...

Howard Pyle specified that only Pelleas, husband of the Lady of the Lake, and Launcelot, had ever been there.

So some stories absolutely touch on it, but it's left mysterious on purpose. And as I said, most film/show adaptations that come to mind do refer to him as Lancelot of the Lake, but he usually also says he's from Benwick. The connection between the two is never explored.

Hope you enjoy those books! Have a nice day. :^)