#Maggie/Tristan

[releasing-my-insanity]

A compilation of Maggie smiling at/because of Tristan. 2/6.

[Tristan runs up to Maggie, stopping right in front of her as he asks who won the race. She smiles at him as he reaches her. Maggie looks up at him with a smile and tells him that his horse came in. He claps with delight. Tristan puts his hands on Maggie’s shoulders and says “Thank goodness! Maggie, I could kiss you!” Maggie looks at his hands on her shoulders and says “Well, not without my say so.” She’s still smiling as she speaks. Tristan takes his hands off her shoulders, takes a large step backwards and apologizes. After a moment, Maggie smiles at him and says “Go on then.” Tristan looks surprised and says “What? Really?” Maggie kisses him and then they hug. She runs her hands down his arms to take his hands, grinning happily. As Maggie attempts to leave after she and Tristan fell asleep together, she sets her hand on his shoulder, he sets a hand on her waist, they kiss on the cheek and she smiles at him. Maggie and Tristan smile at each other as he talks.]

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS 2020 #These are from Andante; A Tricki Case; and All's Fair #Maggie/Tristan #Mine #Casually reusing image descriptions.

[asofterallcreatures]

[A three-panel comic in the style of A Softer World featuring pictures from the 2020s version of All Creatures Great And Small. The first picture shows Maggie and Tristan kissing in the first Christmas special. The second shows her glaring at him in the sixth episode of season one. And the third shows her kissing him on the cheek in the third Christmas special while he looks sad. Text reads “You and I were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy.”]

#All Creatures Great and Small #All Creatures Great and Small 2020 #ACGAS 2020 #A Softer World Remix #A Softer All Creatures #Maggie #Tristan Farnon #Maggie/Tristan

[a-casual-egg]

Acgas as Reductress Headlines

#acgas #acgas 2020 #all creatures great and small #all creatures great and small 2020 #helen herriot #grace chapman #siegfried farnon #richard carmody #tristan farnon #maggie #acgas maggie #audrey hall #siegfried x audrey

[ofginjxints]

closed starter for @ofxinnocencewrites based on (x)

Tristan had returned from a not-so-amazing date and had a couple of glasses of wine in him. He was more than prepared and happy to curl up on the sofa and watch some mindless TV until he inevitably accidentally fell asleep on said sofa, and woke up with a bad back. It wasn't until he was at his front door that he patted down all of his pockets and cursed under his breath. He took out his phone and with furrowed brows tried to look up an emergency locksmith at that time of night when he heard steps approaching.

"Oh, hi, yeah - don't mind me just...in a spot of bother."

#ch; tristan fawkes #ofxinnocencewrites #//except he lives alone so he's just fucked up and forgot his keys lmao #//between anna maggie selima or victoria #//whoever u think works best!

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

AMLT S5: Promo Photos

#a million little things #amlt #amlt s5 #james roday rodriguez #maggie lawson #romany malco #christina moses #chance hurstfield #stephanie szostak #lizzy greene #david giuntoli #cameron esposito #tristan byon #grace park #photo #promo photos #OMG these stupid images did not want to be uploaded to this hellsite #ffs #this took like an hour i'm not even joking #i had to resize them all twice #also please fire the photographer already #these are awful #every season they get worse #what even is that group photo? #they all look like robots

[letterful]

In the Gospel of Luke, neither God nor the Holy Spirit manifests any visible appearance to Mary; it is Gabriel alone who stands and speaks with her during the conception of Jesus. [...] And what a sight he makes. The Gospel of Luke mentions that when Gabriel first spoke to Mary, she was troubled (turbata, “troubled, disturbed, disordered, agitated, excited”) (1:29). And yet, according to the second-century apocryphal Gospel of James, Mary received her daily sustenance from the hand of an angel. Why, then, would the familiar sight of an angel upset her so? According to ancient and medieval exegetes, although angels attended Mary every day, Gabriel must have been the first to appear to her disguised as a man. [...] And not in the likeness of just any man: the apocryphal Gospel of Pseudo-Matthew specifies that Gabriel appeared to Mary as “a young man of indescribable beauty.”

Medieval artists elaborated on this detail with enormous enthusiasm. Artists made the archangel ridiculously attractive, expending on him all their very best hairstyles and outfits. [...] As the only visible and humanoid agent of God’s envoy to the Virgin, Gabriel functions as an attractive showpiece—the Incarnation’s representative male object of desire onto which the medieval erotic gaze transfixed its ardent attention.

[...] Twelfth-century theologians described the Annunciation as a courtly romance, according to the rules of which [...] every lover needs an intermediary [...]. Aelred of Rievaulx identified Gabriel as God’s angelic go-between and bridesman, his paranymphus angelus. Yet as the legend of Tristan and Isolde attests, the courtly necessity of employing an intermediary puts the lover at great risk. When King Mark sent Tristan to woo Isolde on his behalf, Tristan wooed for himself. Small wonder, as the genre of courtly love tends to favor adultery over marriage. We all know how the story of the king, queen, and handsome knight tends to end.

— EMMA MAGGIE SOLBERG, from Virgin Whore.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

American Horror Story masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

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Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

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Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

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Billie Dean Howard

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

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Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Lana Winters

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Cordelia Goode

Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇

That a Girl ♧

Caught In the Act ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇

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Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Madison Montgomery

Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡

Dance With Me ♡

Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇

Punishment and Bargaining ♧

Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Moral Of The Story ♤♡

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Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

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Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

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Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

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James Patrick March

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇

James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇

James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇

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Sally Mckenna

You Can't Leave Me ♤☆

Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆

Sex With A Ghost ♧

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇

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Liz Taylor

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Tristan Duffy

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

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Audrey Tindall

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

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Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇

Mornings With Michael ♡

Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇

Alphabet Boy ♤♡

Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇

Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇

Happy Halloween ♧

Enemies With Benefits ♧

Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇

Calming Techniques ♤☆

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Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

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Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

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Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

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Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

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Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Doris Gardner

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

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Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dr Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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#american horror story #american horror story imagines #american horror story x reader #american horror story fic #ahs #ahs imagines #ahs x reader #ahs fic #ahs smut #ahs fluff #ahs angst #american horror story smut #american horror story fluff #american horror story angst #american horror story masterlist #ahs masterlist #evan peters x reader #sarah paulson x reader

[lesbianboyfriend]

hiii jules 10 16 32 and um 43 for the book asks if you'd like <3

hiiiii reid my love!!! kisses xoxo <3 i am also realizing now that it is somewhat hard to answer these questions when half of my books are still in a box from when i moved in. and yes that was sixth months ago i don’t want to talk about it. nevertheless i persevere

10. favorite classical literature: ooh okay here are some!! jane eyre, nightwood, giovanni’s room, if beale street could talk, the color purple, mother night, sir gawain and the green knight, lancelot: the knight of the cart, medea, we have always lived in the castle, all my sons, pride & prejudice, northanger abbey

16. favorite trilogy: broken earth trilogy foreverrrr okay <3 no i haven’t even read the third book yet but i still know it’s the best.

32. favorite author(s): i’m really bad at reading a lot of books by the same author and i don’t think i have one stand-out favorite but here are some ppl i enjoy!! kurt vonnegut, jane austen, shirley jackson, n. k. jemisin, helen oyeyemi, maggie stiefvater, mary oliver, ellen kushner, jeanette winterson, megan whalen turner, tamsyn muir, james baldwin, nghi vo

43. book i own in the worst physical condition and what happened to it: i wish i had an interesting answer to this but i think it’s my copy of gottfried von strassberg’s tristan. i ordered it used and it just came in pretty bad condition. it has one of those crunchy covers that you can just snap pieces off of that is missing several pieces and being held together by some tape

the ask game 📚

#jules.txt #asks #bookshelf

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

2. i wanna be so much more

A/N: Hey, guys!! Sorry this took so long!!! My focus has still been kinda shitty, plus I’ve gotten really busy and I shall continue to be a bit busy for the next week or two, but I’m still gonna try my best to get chapters out for you guys!! I’m working on this story, plus my other Trilance au annnddddd I may or may not start up another au that’s only focusing on Melizabeth, but I’m not sure if that’ll be sometime soon or not, it all just depends. Either way, I hope you guys like this chapter!! Ngl, I’m unsure about the first part of this chapter. It was written over a few days and it’s kinda foggy for me, I gotta read through it again, but I have no idea how good the quality of it is, so I hope it’s not too bad!! Happy reading!!

Pairing(s): Meliodas x Elizabeth, one-sided Tristan x Lancelot (you’ll see what I mean)

Summary: Prince Meliodas celebrates his birthday and two new visitors from the Fairy King’s Forest come to Liones. Lancelot meets people apart of his parents’ history and lays eyes on someone who makes his heart race in a way he’s never experienced before.

Tag(s): Mainly just fluff!! Also some of that ✨gay panic✨ and sexuality crisis starting up, lmaooo

Song Inspiration: Juliet By Cavetown

Word Count: 6,037

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

[Read on AO3]

[Author Masterlist]

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"Melly, slow down! You better not let father see you running like that!" Margaret scolds from behind him.

Meliodas laughs, unconcerned, as he skids his feet and slides across the floor until he stops right in front of the dining hall doors. "It's fine, Maggie. You worry too much." He tells her.

"It's improper behavior for a prince, especially of your age." She informs him as if she hadn't already said almost the same exact thing to him millions of times in the past.

The blonde-haired man rolls his eyes. "I feel like I'm allowed to be a little improper on my own birthday." He points out, pushing open the large, ornate doors in front of them, stepping aside to let Margaret through.

The lilac-haired woman softens, smiling fondly at him. "I suppose you're right." She cups his cheeks for a moment. "Happy birthday, little brother."

Meliodas' face twists and he brushes her hands off. "Hey, quit it with that." He turns and walks into the room. He tries to act irritated by it, but the smile that lights up his face in response makes it difficult and he knows that his sister will see right through him, anyways. "Thank you, sister." He tells her before picking up the pace and jogging over to his spot at the table, right by his father and across from where Margaret will be sitting once she reaches the table.

"Meliodas! Happy birthday, son!" His father exclaims, reaching out to give the younger man a hard pat on the back.

Meliodas jolts forward and winces, the downside of being the smallest person in the family, but he shakes it off immediately and gives his father a grin. "Thank you, father." He says.

Margaret sits down right as their food is brought in and Meliodas' favorite breakfast is placed right in front of him. "Any plans for the day before your party starts tonight?" His sister asks him curiously.

"Any new friends you'll be inviting to your party?" His father asks him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Meliodas answers his sister's question first. "Not really much, but there is this new tavern in the kingdom, right outside of town. I stopped by there for a moment last night just to say hi and it seems like a nice place-"

"Last night? When last night?"

Meliodas cringes, realizing his slipup. "Well, see, Grandmaster Hendrickson seemed a bit distracted, so I just wanted to give him the rest of the night off-"

"Brother!" Margaret says in a gasp.

"Meliodas." His father says in a disapproving tone, before sighing. "It's your birthday, so I'll let this slide for now. But next time you have sword training with one of our Grandmasters, I expect you to actually stick to it. Both Grandmaster Dreyfus and Grandmaster Hendrickson are very busy men who have dedicated their time to keeping our kingdom safe and protected and I would appreciate it if you showed them both the respect they've earned." The king lectures his son.

The blonde nods, giving the older man an apologetic look. "You're right, father, I apologize. I'll stay on task next time and stay through the whole training session." He assures.

"You better." And then the man smiles again. "Now. What about this new tavern?"

"Right!" Meliodas lights up again. "The tavern itself seems really nice and I met the owner as well." Elizabeth. "And I was wondering. Tonight, for the party, maybe we could invite the workers there to come serve some of their ale? We could pay them afterwards instead of the people attending paying for it themselves. It would be a good way for them to promote their business and it would certainly keep the people happy. I can talk to the owner today when I head over there." He tells them.

"Hmm. Well, it's certainly not a bad idea. Especially since I've heard that the representative that the Fairy King is sending is a very big fan of ale. Do you think they'd say yes?" His father asks.

"I'm sure she'd at least consider it." He tells them.

As he starts eating, he hears nothing but silence from the other two people with him and he looks back up, brows furrowed. Both his sister and his father are looking at him with surprise. "What?" He asks.

"She? This tavern is owned by a woman?" Margaret asks, a hint of teasing in her town.

"Well, yes, but-"

"Anything we should know about you and this tavern owner, Meliodas?" His father asks him, that hopefulness slowly coming back.

Meliodas flushes. "It's not like that, we just met last night and I thought she was really nice." And absolutely gorgeous, but that's besides the point. "I don't have any new friends, father, but if that changes, I will let you know as soon as I do. You know that." Meliodas assures.

The king sighs. "Yes, I know." He chews a bite of his food and swallows before continuing. "I'm sorry for my eagerness, Meliodas, but I'm really not getting any younger, you know." He points out. "But I'd rather wait a little longer rather than force you to marry someone you have no feelings for."

Meliodas nods. "I know, father. And trust me, you have no idea how much I appreciate you allowing me to find my own wife. But also, it wouldn't be taking so long like this if certain someones hadn't decided to just dump the responsibility of the entire kingdom on me." Meliodas says pointedly, narrowing his eyes at his sister. He tries not to feel too bitter about it, but Meliodas really feels that it's a bit unfair. He loves Margaret and Gilthunder dearly and becoming king won't be the worst thing in the world. He just wishes he'd at least had a say in the matter.

Margaret gives him an apologetic look. "Look, I know it isn't an ideal situation, Melly, but Gil and I really feel that the titles of King and Queen don't suit us, it's not how we want to spend the rest of our lives together." She explains.

Meliodas shrugs, giving her a bright grin. "No worries, sis, I'll be fine. As long as you and Gil are happy, then I have no problems being King." He tells her reassuringly. Despite his other feelings about it, he tells the truth. His sister and his best friend deserve happiness and he likes that he can help them get it.

"And you have nothing to worry about, either." His father speaks up. "You, my son, are going to be an incredible king. I have no doubt about that." The older man smiles affectionately at the blonde.

"Father is right, brother." His sister agrees.

Meliodas turns bashful, looking down at his food as his cheeks turn pink. "Thank you, father, sister, I'm glad to have your support." Both of them find amusement in his reaction to their compliments, his father chuckling and his sister giggling. He huffs slightly and continues to focus on his food, enjoying his breakfast with his family.

~*~

Two hours later, Meliodas walks up to the Boar's Hat tavern, knocking lightly on the wooden door. It's early morning, so he's almost certain they aren't officially open yet. He just hopes that Elizabeth is alright with him stopping by outside of business hours. He doesn't plan on staying long, as he doesn't want to intrude. He's just here to ask her about his party tonight and then he'll be on his way. It takes a long moment for anyone to answer and he's just about to knock again when the door finally opens.

He blinks in surprise at the person standing right in front of him now. It's not Elizabeth, but a man who looks eerily similar to her. He's got the same silver hair and wears it long, almost to his elbows. He has two different colored eyes, one green and one blue and he's wearing a light blue, sleeveless tunic with white trousers and yellow boots with a silver trim over them. Huh. He shoots the man a grin. "Hey! I'm Meliodas. I know you guys probably aren't open right now, but I wanted to discuss something with the people who work here, if that's alright." He greets kindly.

The man visibly swallows and he looks a little surprised, something else in his expression that Meliodas can't quite place. But then the silverette in front of him shakes his head slightly and his face softens into a kind smile. "Welcome to the Boar's Hat tavern, your majesty, c'mon on in. Luckily, you've caught all of us gathered together." He opens the door and holds his arm out to gesture Meliodas inside. The prince steps in and the door closes behind him. He sees Elizabeth sitting at the table closest to the center of the room along with a magenta-haired woman, three mostly empty plates on the table.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal. I can come back at a better time if you guys would like." Meliodas says apologetically.

"Oh, no, you're fine!" Elizabeth tells him.

"We're almost done anyways." The woman beside her says.

The silver-haired man takes a seat at the table where it seems he was sat before and the unknown woman holds her hand out to Meliodas. "I'm Veronica. Elizabeth's sister and the one and only chef of the Boar's Hat." She introduces herself.

Meliodas reaches out and shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you! I'm Meliodas, one and only Prince of Liones." He tells her. "Sister, huh?" He looks to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiles. "Yes, older sister, believe it or not."

"Huh. Good to know." He turns to the last person in the room that he hadn't been introduced to yet. "What about you?" He asks curiously.

The man looks up, seemingly startled. "Huh? Oh, uh, I'm-I'm Tristan. I'm the waiter, usually. And she's my mom." He says, nodding at Elizabeth.

Meliodas' eyes widen and he chokes on the air he's in the middle of breathing in. "M-mom?" He looks between the two.

Elizabeth gives him a small smile. "Yes, Tristan is my son."

Meliodas shakes his head. "But you look so-"

"Young?" Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him. "Don't you dare go asking how old I am. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to discuss a woman's age?" She questions in a teasing tone and Meliodas flushes.

"Oh, n-no, no, n-nothing like that at all, I-I wouldn't dare be so rude!" Meliodas says quickly, mentally cursing himself for stuttering so much as heat fills his face. And then it all seems worth it as the most beautiful sound he's ever heard comes from the woman. Her laugh is like a gift from the goddesses themselves, the sound like music to his ears, and suddenly all he wants to do is make her laugh like that again.

When Veronica clears his throat, he realizes that he had been standing there and doing nothing but staring at Elizabeth in awe. He shakes his head, the heat on his face spreading to his ears as Veronica speaks again. "So, what is it you need to speak with us all about?" She asks him.

"Oh, right!" He smiles at each of them. "So, hear me out. Tonight, there's going to be a big party at the castle. And I was wondering if you guys would not only attend, but I was thinking you could bring a few barrels of ale for everyone. I was thinking of it mainly as a way for you guys to promote the business since you just got into town and rather than guests paying you, we would. A-and you wouldn't have to work the whole night or anything, you'd be able to enjoy the party. And! You can totally say no i-if you'd like to, I mean-"

"Meliodas." Elizabeth cuts his rambling off, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps slightly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We'll be there."

"I mean, it's more money for us and I'll never say no to a good party." Veronica says, shrugging.

"Great! I can't wait to see you all there, then!" Meliodas exclaims.

"It's your birthday today, isn't it? Is that what the party's for?" Tristan asks and Meliodas gives him a confused look. "I-I heard from, uh, the holy knights that I, uh, met last night."

"Oh! Do you mean Gil and the others? I ran into them here last night as well!" At Tristan's nod, Meliodas nods as well. "Well, yeah, it is my birthday today. But I didn't want you guys to say yes just because it's my birthday, you know?"

Tristan shrugs. "Don't worry, whether it's your birthday or not doesn't change our answer, we'll be happy to go either way." The man smiles at him and so do Veronica and Elizabeth, nodding in agreement with Tristan. Seeing all three looking at him like that makes a strangely familiar and warm feeling bloom inside him and part of him feels the urge to run away from it. He smiles softly and thanks them before quickly coming up with an excuse to head out and leaves, trying his best to shake off the uncomfortable familiarity he'd felt just a moment before.

~*~

"Man, they better have some good ale at this fancy party of theirs. Leave it to Harlequin to send me to socialize with some stuffy royals."

"Didn't you volunteer to go?"

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I'd have to actually talk to these people. I thought I was just gonna scope it out to see if it's safe and then he would come and do all this shit." The white-haired man sighs softly and kicks at the dirt below him as the two of them stop walking, the town of Liones before them.

Lancelot shrugs. "I'm just glad I get to come along." He admits.

"Yeah, I guess that's one good part of it. 'Bout time I got to take ya on a trip outside of the forest." His dad reaches over and musses his hair with a grin.

"Dad!" Lance groans and ducks away from his dad's hand and the older man just chuckles.

"Oh, hey! Look at that!" His dad looks to something behind Lance. "There's a tavern over there, I think I'll head in and check it out. You comin'?"

Lance looks at the tavern and then at the other places around it, considering. Then he spots the woods behind the tavern and his eyes light up. "No, I think I'll go explore the woods a bit, actually." He tells him.

His dad gives him a look. "I bring you into town and you go right back into the woods?" He asks.

Lance grins. "The woods are fun! You can find anything in there!" He says excitedly. "I'll explore the town later!"

The other man rolls his eyes. "Alright, go have fun in the woods, kid. Meet me back here in about two hours, yeah?" Lance nods and his dad heads towards the tavern while Lance himself heads towards the woods.

The blonde hums softly to himself as he enters the woods, reaching one arm out and letting his hand brush against the bark of a tree. As he starts his walk, he looks around at all the plants and flowers growing along the forest floor and recites information he knows about each one in his head. Sparkella Mushrooms - Can be ground up to make an extremely flammable substance, mostly used in potions and not very good for eating. Violet Jewel - Flowered vines, not used for much but works great in flower crowns. Golden Maple - Great for cooking, best in desserts due to it's sweet taste, one of mom's favorites because of it's pretty golden-orange color. He stops and picks a few blossoms to give to her when he returns home, placing them in the bag over his shoulder.

Lance comes to a stop as he reaches a bundle of sapphire wisp, sky blue flowers that are in the rose family. It had always been one of his personal favorites and he bends down to take a closer look at it, but he frowns when he realizes that the flowers are starting to wilt and droop down. He looks around the area. Sapphire wisp usually only grows near water, it needs soil that's constantly wet or damp. As he looks closer at the ground in front of him, he notices that just on the other side of the flowers, there's a trail of ground that's sloped inwards, like water used to be there.

He stands up and looks left, then right. He tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. He thinks he hears the faintest tinkling of water off to the left and he turns and walks in that direction. After a few minutes of walking, he finally finds it. There's a small stream that's been blocked off by a fallen tree branch. Without hesitation, he lifts the branch up and tosses it to the other side and all the water that was being held back immediately rushes forward and fills the stream once more. He walks back to the flowers and crouches down, holding his hand out as red magic lights up his hands.

A small orb of water the size of his palm floats up out of the stream and towards him before hovering right above the flowers. Then his other hand lights up as he brings it level with the orb and the orb forms into four separate ones before he moves his hand down slowly and the orbs turn into downward streams, curving around the flower as they slowly seep into the soil. "Revitalize." He whispers, and a soft red glow surrounds the flowers before they come back to life, half-dead petals stiffening and straightening back out, their beautiful color returning and gorgeous green leaves sprouting from the stems. He stands and smiles down at his work, nodding once before walking forward and jumping over the stream, following it left again, continuing his walk past the branch from earlier.

About an hour later, he's deep into the forest and ready to turn back around and head out again to meet up with his dad when he suddenly feels another energy nearby and he freezes. If he'd been paying enough attention, he would've noticed sooner. Whoever it was is very close, and their energy is strange, one he's never felt before. In a puff of pink smoke, he becomes a red fox, trotting forward slowly and carefully. He approaches a large tree and starts making his way up it, doing his best to make as little noise as possible. As he stops on a high branch and looks below him, he finds a large clearing on the other side of the tree. It's filled with wildflowers and the sun shines brightly within it, a break in the canopy of leaves allowing the light to flood through.

Lance's bright red eyes scan the clearing for the person he felt and when he finally lays on them, he freezes. Right in the middle of the clearing, laying in a bed of flowers and tall grass, is a boy that looks to be around the same age as Lance himself. His first thought is that the boy is absolutely beautiful. Lance has never thought of another boy as beautiful before. But standing there on that branch, it's the only description that comes to mind. The boy looks peaceful and content, eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. His long silver hair pools around his head, his bangs laying gently above his eyes. The sun shines down on the boy as if it's drawn specifically to him, bathing him in nothing but warm, golden light. Lance looks on in awe at such a sight.

The little fox takes a moment to focus on the boy's energy. It's not fairy or human and clearly this isn't a giant he's looking at. He tilts his head curiously. There's something dark about the aura surrounding the boy, something that sends a shiver through his entire body, but there's something else mixed in that's completely different. It all just makes Lance even more intrigued. He wants to know this strange, dark, beautiful boy. Then the wind blows and a leaf blows in front of his face, interrupting his vision. He blinks and remembers what he had been doing before, realizing he really should be getting back to his dad now. He looks at the boy one last time, swearing to himself that he'll come back sometime before he goes back home in hopes of seeing the boy again.

He makes his way down from the tree and starts following his previous path back, staying in his fox form to make things easier on himself. Every so often, he feels for the boy's energy, memorizing it in a way, until he's too far away to do so anymore. A little while later, he switches back into his human form at the edge of the woods as he sees his dad coming out of the tavern he was heading to earlier.

"Lance!" His dad waves him over quickly and Lance would be worried if it weren't for the almost excited look on the other man's face.

"What is it, dad?" He asks curiously as he jogs up to him.

"There's a couple of people I want you to meet, come on!" He guides Lance back to the tavern and tugs him inside. The place is nice. There's five tables around and a long bar at the back of the room, across from the entrance. Behind the bar on one side appears to be a kitchen and the rest of the space is used as a place for ale and mugs. There's a few people around, but not many, which isn't very surprising for the time of day.

"Lizzie!" His dad calls out. Lizzie? Who's that?

"Oh! Is this him?" A woman asks, and that's when he notices the short, silver-haired woman behind the bar, cloth on top of her head and braids at the front of her hair. She looks familiar somehow but he can't quite place her.

His dad nudges him forward and the two of them finally stop right in front of the bar. "Damn right, it is." His dad says, then looks to him. "Hey, you remember that story, right? About your mom and I way back?"

Lance's brows furrow as he racks his brain. "Uumm, which one?" He asks slowly.

"The one with the demon." His dad replies.

"You mean the one where a demon came and almost killed you and mom and completely destroyed the entire Fairy King's Forest?" Lance's head tilts slightly.

"Yeah. Yes, that one. But you remember the rest of it, right?" At Lance's nod, he continues. "Well, kid, this is Elizabeth, and-" His dad turns towards the left slightly right as a woman with a short, magenta-colored bob walks up. "This is Veronica." His dad introduces.

The blonde blinks at the two for a moment before it finally clicks, and his eyes widen. "Wait, so you mean these two are-?" He cuts himself off, realizing he isn't sure if it's common knowledge or not. Veronica grins and Elizabeth gives him a warm smile, her eyes flashing orange for a moment before going back to their normal blue. He gasps softly. These two women are goddesses. Some of the very last ones left. Not only that, these goddesses are two of the people that helped save his parents. He remembers the story clearly now. When his mom and dad were laying at the top of the sacred tree, barely alive, arguing over who would drink the last of the fountain of youth and live, three white-winged saviors came and rescued them. Healed them both and killed the demon, then helped save the still burning forest as well. Their names were Veronica, Elizabeth, and Tristan.

"Isn't there a third one of you?" Lance questions, looking around but only seeing customers enjoying their time.

Elizabeth nods. "My son, Tristan. But he's not here right now, he's out doing who knows what. Enjoying his free time, hopefully." She explains.

His dad chuckles beside him. "I still can't believe I never realized he was your son back then. Now that I think about it, it makes so much sense with how similar you two look." He says.

"Well, it's not like the kid was around much before we left." Veronica pointed out.

"Yeah, that's a good point, he seemed real off. What was that about?"

Veronica and Elizabeth stay silent and exchange a look, then Elizabeth turns to answer Lance's dad. "Tris just wasn't doing the best back then, is all. He had a lot going on." She gives a sad smile that says there's way more to the story, but then she turns to Lance and her face changes into a much warmer expression. "So, you're Lancelot, yes?"

Lance nods. "Yeah, that's me. It's really awesome to meet you both, I've heard a lot about everything you did for my parents." He says sincerely.

"Eh, just doin' our job, kid." Veronica shrugs.

Elizabeth shakes her head at the other woman. "It's wonderful to meet you as well, Lancelot. Your dad's been telling us a lot about you." She then turns back to his dad. "And I really can see so much of Elaine in him, you certainly weren't exaggerating, Ban." Lance's face warms slightly in embarrassment at being the center of attention.

"I told you, didn't I? Fucking spittin' image." His dad says.

"He looks just as much like you, though, bandit." Veronica tells him and his dad just shrugs.

"Well, we gotta get goin', the people at the palace are expectin' us anytime now. Is Tristan gonna be at the party tonight, too?" He asks.

"Yes. As far as I know, he intends on going as well, so you'll get to say hi to them there." Elizabeth tells him.

"Great! Maybe you and him will get along." He looks to Lance as he says this.

"Oh, I hope so. I can't wait to meet him." Lance says. Then both men say goodbye to Veronica and Elizabeth and make their way out of the tavern, heading straight for the castle stretching high above everything else.

~*~

"Penny for your thoughts, your majesty?"

Meliodas immediately turns in the direction of the voice. "E-Elizabeth, you made it." He says.

She smiles softly at him and walks to his side, placing her elbows on the balcony and looking out at everything. "Of course I did. I told you I'd be here, didn't I?" She asks, looking at him again.

Meliodas takes her in, watching the way the setting sun reflects off her shimmering, silver hair that he's seeing for the first time without a cloth in it. The flowing yellow top she wears suits her so well, seeming to brighten her entire aura and bring out the blue of her eyes even more. "Did you doubt I would?" She speaks up again when he stays silence.

"Wha- Oh, no, not at all. I knew you'd keep your word." Meliodas tells her, mentally shaking himself. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Oh, I'd say I am. We haven't been here for very long. But it's very lively here and it's good to be with good people." She turns and looks back into the ballroom. "Though I do wonder if Ban and Lancelot will be here soon." She muses.

"As in Sir Ban and Lancelot? Our guests from the Fairy King's Forest? You know them?" Meliodas asks.

Elizabeth looks back to him. "Oh, yes. I just met Lancelot today, but his parents are old friends of ours. Veronica, Tristan, and I spent some time in the Fairy King's Forest a few years back." She explains.

"Woah, really? What was it like?" He asks in amazement. He's never been much of anywhere outside of Liones, and especially not to somewhere like the Fairy King's Forest. Though he does hope that will change soon, as long as the fairies agree to become allies of the kingdom.

"It's a very beautiful place, quite magical, though I suppose that's to be expected." Elizabeth says with a bright smile. "The fairies are very kind people as long as you mean them no ill will. Some of the kindest I've ever met. Ban told me Liones wishes to open up communication with them, to become good friends and allies?"

The blonde nods at her. "Yes. We're hoping for that, at least. Today, we'll just be enjoying the party, but tomorrow is when Sir Ban and my father will sit down and talk about some things. If this visit with Sir Ban as representative goes well, then we'll meet the Fairy King himself next."

"Oh, wow. I didn't realize that anyone even knew about the Fairy King's Forest nowadays." She says.

He gives her a soft smile. "Not many people do. Father didn't really know much about it until he had a vision about it, and the fairies themselves. He foresaw that the Kingdom of Liones and the Fairy King's Forest will help each other greatly in the future." He frowns slightly. "Despite father's visions never being wrong before, I can't help but be uncertain on whether or not this alliance will happen. Sir Ban doesn't seem to like us very much." Elizabeth giggles and he looks at her in surprised confusion.

"There's no need to worry about Ban. He just takes awhile to warm up to people most of the time. And I guess the castle isn't his usual scene, so he may not know how to act around you both yet. The city is quite different from the forest." She points out.

"Yes, I suppose that's a good point. I just hope I can find a way for him to feel more comfortable soon." Meliodas replies sincerely.

"I'm sure you will." Then she leans down much closer to him. "Maybe I can even put in a good word for you." She whispers, winking at him before standing back up and Meliodas feels his face heat in a fierce blush.

"Th-that would be-" He clears his throat. "That would be wonderful, th-thank you." He tells her, trying to force his cheeks to cool.

She grins at him then, eyes teasing and amused. "I thought so. Now, I need to go check on Tristan. I'll see you again in a little while, yes?" She asks.

"Yes. Y-yes, definitely." He confirms. "Oh, a-and tell Tristan hello for me, please."

Elizabeth nods. "I'll be sure to pass on the message." And with that, she turns and walks back inside the castle, leaving Meliodas alone on the balcony once more.

~*~

"Miss Elizabeth, hey!" Lance says cheerily.

"Oh, Lancelot, hello again." She greets him. "And just Elizabeth is fine, please."

"Nah, Lizzie. We taught him manners for a reason, might as well let the kid use 'em." His dad pipes up from behind him.

"Uh, I very specifically remember mom teaching me manners, so I have no idea where that "we" part is coming from, dad." Lance teases the older man.

"Oh, really? So that's how it is, huh?" His dad grins at him.

"I don't know, Ban, he seems to have a good point. I don't think you've ever had manners to teach in the first place." Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him.

The white-haired man places a hand over his chest with a face of mock hurt. "Jeez, Lizzie, and I thought we were friends."

"Oh, but don't you know, Ban? Ellie's nice to everybody. If she insults you, that's how you know she likes you." Veronica pops up beside Lance.

"Does that make you the opposite, then, Ronnie?" His dad asks.

"No, Veer just doesn't let anyone know who she does and doesn't like and everyone just has to guess." Elizabeth answers for her.

Lance is about to speak up again when his attention is drawn elsewhere. Across the room, he sees a boy that he swears is the same boy that he saw in the woods earlier that day. He's wearing the same clothes and has the same hair, those same bangs settled over his forehead. He heads towards the boy without a second thought, following him to the long table of food laid out to the side of the room. As he walks, he feels for the boy's energy, that same strange energy he felt earlier. And there it is, darkness formed around whatever else it's mixed in with, confirming that he's right in the identity of the one he's walking towards.

He stays back a little bit, not wanting to get too close at first. The boy surveys the options in front of him thoughtfully as Lance observes him. After a few minutes, Lance steps forward, right beside the boy. "You know, I've heard the rice balls the chefs make here are some of the best in all of Britannia."

The boy turns to him immediately and Lance is stunned before he even opens his mouth to reply. His eyes. Not just one color, but two. His left eye is a vibrant green and his right eye is as blue as a sunny day's sky. Lance didn't think it was possible for the boy to be even more beautiful than he already was, but clearly he was wrong. And then the boy speaks. "Are they really? I guess I have to try them, then, since this is only my third day here." He replies, a brilliant grin on his face. Despite the darkness in his aura, the boy radiates warmth, shining on Lance just as the sun had shined on him earlier today in the clearing. All Lance can do is nod as the boy turns to grab a couple of the rice balls, just as he said he would.

Lance then darts away, making his way to the complete other side of the room before the boy even turns back to him. He slips out of the ballroom and into the hallway, pressing his back to the wall and taking a deep breath. He closes his eyes and tries to slow his rapid heart rate as he questions why it's beating so fast in the first place. Then a certain pair of multi-colored eyes flash through his mind and his eyes snap back open. He thinks of the way the boy had looked at him, the grin his lips had tugged into as soon as he looked at Lance, and he feels a flutter in his stomach at the memory. In the back of his mind, he knows exactly what this feeling is, but...he's never been so affected by a boy before. What does this mean?

~*~

A/N: How was it?? Please, let me know what y’all think!!! I’m having a lot of fun with this alternate, swapped around versions of characters, and I especially love writing out Lance’s soft boy self. I’m also having some fun playing around with people’s powers and abilities, which I haven’t gotten to do before. Next chapter will switch back to Tristan and Elizabeth’s pov!! I hope you enjoyed this one!!

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Scrimbly Jacqueline 13/52: In which Jacqueline impresses the Lady of the Lake and gives her Blacksmith Guardian a heart attack and a HALF.

COMPLETE with SILLY LITTLE DRABBLE BELOW THE CUT :O

Disclaimer: I know nothing about Arthurian Legends. HASHTAG WINGING IT!!!!

-

"What happened to the one in the anvil?!"

"Broke it fairly fast in a duel if you can believe it."

"He BROKE one of my SWORDS?!"

"He did stick it back in the anvil after drawing it out the first time."

"He did WHAT to my SWORD?"

"And then pulled it back out again. After multiple people took a go at it. Merlin was a bit late to the whole affair. Wizards, y'know. Terrible timing."

"In AND out of the anvil?! MULTIPLE TIMES?"

"Deep breaths, Bastion! Red's really not your colour."

The dwarf took a deep breath in; held it. Breathed out. The wind from his exhale ruffled his sooty beard. He frowned to himself; the lines in his forehead creased deeply as he tugged his beard in thought, the gaggle of young magibeans he had taken in running around the shop behind him. Sparks flew as the older ones worked to make various weapons; some worked on aesthetic details, piles of gems and precious stones gently strewn about the benches. Water hissed as weapons were cooled, clanking ringing out from the far recesses of the shop.

"Well Bastion? Up to snuff?"

"We'll get it done. It may take a little bit to forge a fresh one—"

"Not to worry! I came prepared." The woman in front of him grinned. She lifted her hand. Bastion watched, head tilted in interest as her palm glowed turquoise and suddenly, CLANG! CLATTER! A pile of swords appeared out of thin air and landed right on the counter top, water sloshing and spilling off the sides of it.

Bastion gawked.

"You wouldn't believe how many people dump their swords in the lake. Nasty little surprise, having one of these buggers hit you right on the noggin. Enchanted, too, most of them!"

"Most of them?" Bastion picked one up, admiring the craftsmanship and the inlaid gems. "All of them, I'd say! This pile is radiating magic. Between the lot of us and this pile we should have the new piece done to your specifications in, oh, about two weeks? Belinda, what do you think?"

A tall, elvish woman came over, magnifying eyepiece in her eye. She hmm'd, examining the gems inlaid in the sword pile quickly and closely. "Maybe more. Some of these enchantments have worn away completely, and they'll need replacing. We can do that in house, of course, but there are a handful we'll need to procure out of shop. The anti-fatigue one, we'll have to pop over the wall to get. The strengthening one, that'll be in the mountains."

"I can grab that one meself," Bastion volunteered.

"I can send Maggie over the wall. She does well with the fairies here. Hmm. Breathing underwater? Now, that one may be a feat—"

"Oh, not to worry! I took care of that one." Another glowing turquoise hand lifted and a small gem appeared in front of the pair, suspended in a bubble of water. "One of my specialties," the lady teased, winking as the bubble popped. The gem landed in Belinda's hand, the water bubble popping right on Bastion's nose.

He wiped it off, completely unbothered.

"I can procure a seeing stone. That should be simple enough. That just leaves the resistant gems. Most of which we have here...all but the cold resistant one. That'll be off in the far frozen."

Behind the pair, one of the magibeans by the anvil perked up. The Lady of the Lake watched as the girl tilted her head, listening in.

"We can send Tristan—"

"TRISTAN?! NOT TRISTAN!"

Belinda looked amused as the girl—a sprite, the lady noted—ran over to their little group. Bastion looked very, very tired. And perhaps a bit anxious? The girl pushed right through the pair of them, indignant, hands on her hips. "Tristan is STINKY! And ANNOYING! He's not even cold resistant—"

"But he is older and has much more experience with these sorts of environments—"

"HE'S GONNA MELT ALL THE ICE! I won't! I can just waltz right through it! Can't you send me? I wanna go! You know I can do it!"

"I know that if I send you and something happens, your father will kill me right dead! Send me right off to Rosehaven, personally! He's trusted me to take care of you!"

Well this just got interesting, the lady thought to herself, watching in amusement. "Does he usually go around killing people?"

"No. Not that I know of, at least. See, he's in a position of power."

"Oh?"

"One of the Governors back home."

"Oh."

"He won't kill you, honest! He's the nicest person I know! "

"Her mother may, though," Belinda pointed out.

Bastion hummed. "Fair point."

"What? No it's not! She'd be super okay with it and say it was furthering my spritely education—"

"Did someone call for me?!"

"UGH nooooOOOOoo go AWAY TRISTAN!"

"Always a pleasure to interact with you, squirt."

A taller sprite had appeared now, shoving the girl to the side and taking her place between the pair of smiths, armour shiny, surcoat barely creased or smudged or dirty. "Fair Lady of the Lake, I would be HONOURED to fetch this gem for you." He bowed deeply, holding his hands above him and summoning a little flame.

The Lady of the Lake barely repressed her snort in time. The sprite rolled her eyes, a sentiment shared with Belinda. Bastion exhaled loudly through his nose.

"That's enough of that. Up you go. It's off to the far frozen for you. We're out of cold resistant gems and we'll be needing one for the new King's SECOND," he shot an unamused glance the lady's way, "sword."

"I will venture to the far frozen mountains! I'll leave at dawn, after procuring the finest cold resistant clothing and warmest warmly enchanted sword we have here!" He dropped the grandeur, looking giddy and very much like the under two-thousand year old sprite he was. "This'll look great for knights looking for a new squire."

"I'm sure," the Lady of the Lake replied, biting her tongue very, very much.

"It will take me but two weeks time—"

"I could do it in one! DAY even! Not week! Come on, do we really have to send him of all people? Of all SPRITES?!"

"That's enough Jacqueline," Belinda spoke sternly. "Mind our guest."

The girl huffed, blowing an errant curl of off her forehead and stomping away, disappearing into the back recesses of the workshop, mumbling something about elements versus what sounded very much like "a whole ass season".

The Lady snickered to herself.

"So sorry about that. She's a..."

"Piece of work?" Tristan suggested.

"Adventurous sort," Belinda spoke over the young squire, glaring daggers at him.

"It's quite all right. Kids. So! Sword. About a month, then?"

"If you'd like the opal then yes, about a month. If not, two weeks."

"Brilliant! I'll be back in a month. And you can keep whatever swords you don't use. I've no attachment to any of them. Cluttering up the lake and hitting my head and interrupting perfectly relaxing mud soaks," she tsk'd. "I'll be off then!"

And before Tristan could abase himself any further, the Lady of the Lake was out the door and well on her way down the lane.

-

The moment Melusine shut the door behind her, she cackled. What an absolute wanker, that Tristan. She had far more faith in the delightfully outspoken sprite than she did in that sorry slip of a squire.

Sword issue taken care of (both of them, thankfully) she made her way back to her humble abode (lake), thoughts returning to her next task: find who had thrown the last sword into her lake and jinx their arm. Terrible aim for a thousand days, perhaps. Or maybe turn it into something wiggly. Like an eel. Or a tentacle. Somewhere in that wheelhouse, for sure—

"HEY! HEY! LADY OF THE LAKE. YOUR LADY OF THE LAKENESS, THAT IS."

Mel turned abruptly, watching as the sprite from before wriggled her way out of one of the windows and ran towards her, waving her down.

"WAIT UP! PLEASE! DON'T GO BACK TO YOUR LAKE YET I WANNA TALK!"

She fell mid run, flat on her face. Mel winced, about to ask if the sprite was all right when she sprung back up (a chilly wind flitting through the lane way) and continued running, unbothered. She skid to a stop right in front of her, breathing heavily for a moment, her coiled braids swinging, little hairs trying to escape the neat loops.

"Alright?"

"Yeah! Absolutely! Just catching my breath. Hi! Sorry to bug you, um, your lakeyness," the girl bobbed a quick and lazy curtsy.

"Not at all."

"Oh! Good! I thought maybe it would be—I wasn't very polite back there. I usually am! Tristan just bugs me a LOT."

"He's a knob."

The girl grinned, laughing. "RIGHT? And it's very annoying that he gets to go on that fetch quest cuz like, ice and snow is my SPECIALTY. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if Bastion and Belinda gave you an estimate? For time, that is."

"With that sop going on the fetch quest? About a month. I can wait, though! I've tons of other things to do in the meantime. Which is more inconvenient as an arm, do you think—tentacle or an eel?"

The sprite looked thoughtful for a moment. "Eel! Because it has a mind of its own! Harder to control if it doesn't think like you. Unless that's not the aim here?"

"No, it is! It is. Good point about the eel."

"Thanks! I try. Without the cold gem thingy. Did Bastion say how long it'd be?"

"About two weeks."

"Oh! Good! So come back in two weeks and it'll be ready."

Mel quirked an eyebrow. "Really now?"

"Mhmm!" The girl nodded exuberantly, an excited glint in her eyes. "I'm gonna go get the opal."

"Didn't your guardian tell you not to?"

"Mmmmmaybe—"

"I heard him myself."

"—ooookay so YES he did BUT! He is OVERREACTING and Tristan is gonna WALK. I CAN TELEPORT! I CAN POOF IN AND OUT AND BE BACK SO FAST!"

Mel served her with a stern look.

The sprite bristled. "I'll be okay! Really!"

"Now I'm all for giving men like Tristan the old what-for, but Bastion's the best swordsmith around. Not to mention a stand-up magibean. I certainly wouldn't like to see him sent to Rosehaven by your parents should something happen to you."

"Nothing's gonna happen! I've survived WAY worse!"

There was a brief pause; a quick emotion passed over her eyes. But before Mel could discern anything other than she meant it when she said she'd survived worse, it was gone, and the sprite continued as though nothing had happened.

"And my parents won't hurt him, I've been out and about for like three hundred years at this point and they have their hands full with my younger siblings. Even THEY could do a better job than Tristan, and they're not even four HUNDRED yet."

Despite how funny the sprite was being, Mel tried very hard to keep the stern facade. "Have you told Bastion you're going?"

"Would you believe me if I said I did and he was okay with it, totally changed his mind?"

"No."

"Look, your lakeyness—"

"Mel."

"Jacqueline!"

"Charmed."

"Me too! You're like, one of the coolest magibeans around these parts. All of the littler kids are losing it in the back," Jacqueline said, giggling. Mel smiled to herself. "Anyway. Please don't tell him! He'll get all over protective and stuff. Which I appreciate of course," she said, sticking her palms flat in front of her. "I'm really glad he let me apprentice here! And he teaches us all how to use the swords which is great! I'm very thankful. Don't get me wrong. I just...really wanna do this, y'know? And telling him would make it really hard for me to do this."

"Hmm. You're right. Perhaps I should cut out the middle man and go right to your parents myself?"

"Please don't! I really, really wanna do this!"

"Ah, so they would stop you?"

The sprite made an unsure noise, tilting her hand back and forth in front of her. "Fifty-fifty."

"Interesting."

"What?"

"Oh, plenty of things. You think I know your parents?"

She shrugged. "Most people do! It's kinda obvious, actually." she flushed a bit, scratching her head. "Anyway, I really think someone needs to knock Tristan off his high horse, and since I don't have jousting mastery yet or the means to get a lance and corner him, I was thinking that if I showed him up instead, it'd lay him FLAT on his BACK!"

"I admit, that does sound very appealing."

"Really?"

"Oh, absolutely. I deal with his type all the time. They're all knobs, really. It'd be fun to see all those big airs pushed right out of them. Do you think they'd make a rather rude noise as they deflate?"

The sprite giggled. "I hope so!"

"Then it's settled! I'll be back in two weeks time for my sword, complete with cold resistant opal."

"Really?" she brightened. It was rather heartwarming.

"Truly."

"Ah, thank you thank you THANK YOU!" she hopped forward, almost hugging the Lady of the Lake before stopping herself with a sheepish grin. "Sorry." she cleared her throat. "Anyway, I'm gonna head out now. I'll be fast! They won't even know I was gone," she winked. "See you in two weeks?"

"I'll be there bright and early for the sword."

"Yay! Okay! See you then!"

And with a cheeky little salute, the girl continued her run down the laneway, a scabbard on her back bouncing with each footfall.

She's got it, Mel thought to herself, as the delightfully outspoken sprite crested the hill and disappeared in a flurry of light blue sparks and what looked to be an actual flurry of snow.

-

Two weeks later found Melusine at the front counter once more, requesting to see her completed sword from a delightfully confused Bastion.

"I mean, it's done as done gets, but Tristan isn't back from the far frozen just yet so the opal is missing—"

"No it's not! TA-DA!"

Mel grinned to herself as Bastion turned. She could picture the jaw drop when his whole body seemed to sag in shock as he looked at the person who had just spoken up.

It was Jacqueline. She stood in a very wide horse stance, proudly holding up a small opal, maniacal grin on her face.

"You didn't."

"I did! And I did it in a DAY. And nothing happened to me at all! And you didn't even notice I was gone! I came right back nice and safe! And my parents won't be doing a murder because I told them what I did and they were very proud, which is what I THOUGHT and also KNEW would happen!"

"Well done," Belinda pipped up from her workspace. "And I suppose this is the reason why I couldn't find the sword in question amongst the others?"

"I stayed up all night getting it ready so that I could do THIS!" With a flourish, she pulled the sword out from behind her, placed it gently down on the counter top, and placed the opal right into the setting she had carefully carved for it last night.

It slid right in and glowed a brilliant, bright white. Then, the other gems glowed; the entire sword, in fact, was glowing, an iridescent rainbow. It lifted up off the counter, shaking for but a moment before flying into the scabbard when Jacqueline held it out in front of her.

The glow diminished; the smithy grew silent.

"Your sword, your lakeyness," Jacqueline said, bowing down and offering it to her. "It has been a great hONoUr to BEQUEATH to you this BLESS-ED OBJECT, for I journeyed SOOO FAR to procure the far frozen opal IN BUT A DAY FOR YOU! WITH NAUGHT BUT MINE OWN TWO HANDS—"

"That's quite enough, Jacqueline," Belinda interrupted, amused.

"It was good, right? I sounded just like Tristan."

"Well I'm impressed," Mel said, taking the scabbard and throwing it over her shoulders.

"And I am most definitely having a heart attack," Bastion decided, clutching his chest.

Belinda rolled her eyes, placing her eyepiece down and coming around the table. Carefully, she turned Bastion around and sat him down, looking him over. "You'll be fine."

"And what of Tristan?"

"I see his type all the time. He'll be right as rain. Oh, sure, his ego will take a hit and he may bemoan and grovel and do all sorts of silly it's the end nonsense, but he'll bounce back. They always do. We can only hope he'll be a little more subdued." Mel shrugged.

Jacqueline looked delighted. "Then we'll see who the piece of work REALLY IS."

"Should we call him back?"

"Nah. It'll be funnier if we leave him alone and he comes back all like OH! WOE IS ME! I HAVE FAILED YOU! And then DEFLATES! With GAS NOISES!"

"He'll be so upset," Bastion mused.

"Gas noises?" Belinda would regret asking, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Y'know, like, PFFFT," Jacqueline blew a very wet raspberry, hopping up and sitting on the counter. "Maybe Mel will come by to ah, soothe his ego?"

"And by soothe you mean—?"

Jacqueline grinned. "Watch him cry like a big baby and die a bit on the inside when he realizes he was bested by THIS GAL!" She hopped up on the counter, pointing at herself with both her thumbs.

"Jolly good! I'll be sure to pop on by in the next fortnight. Now! Bastion! what is it I owe you?"

Still shocked into silence, Bastion barely managed to utter a puff of air. With a sigh, Belinda pat his head and turned to Mel. "Given his present state and the materials you brought for us to use, consider this one on the house. And Mistress Frost? Off the counter, if you please. That's more than enough out of you."

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My god, that got out of control. Delightful! I'm sure Mel and Jacquie had a ball when Tristan came back as he very much did think he was BESTED by some DEVILISH FOE. And you know what? He wasn't wrong!

Anyway, this SCRIMBLE was requested by @definitelyy-not-a-vampire a haute minute ago:

The drabbley ficlet smile shot thing just. It just. haPPENED. Whoops! Sorry not sorry!

She WAS gonna be scruffy and grubby and full of soot but then when the Lady of the Lake came into play (who in my mind is 100% @kscribbs Melusine of Miller's Law fame), Jacqueline was like "nah. I'm gonna impress the SHIT outta her! >:D"

And that went from IMPRESS to FUCK AROUND WITH AN ABSOLUTE FOP OF A SPRITE WITH HER in like. 100 words while writing the ficlet, lol.

Enjoy! Here's the un-scanned/edited one:

And you bet your ass I have some design notes >:)

I stole a fashion through the ages textbook from the library (and by steal I mean I have renewed it every semester and it has lived on my bookshelf since about 2019) and scoured through the middle ages chapter to figure out this fit

NOBODY TOLD ME IF SURCOTS WERE SHORT OR LONG SO I YOLO'D.

Wanted to throw in some purpleish pink bc I think purple is in Jacquie's palette, she's THAT GOOD at ice >:)

The hair is not short, it is simply in those braided coif. Things???? And it is a MIRACLE they are staying put

This is between 1350-1450 so she's between 1255-1355. IDEAL Gremlin age lmao

I don't have enough experience/markers to make the opal look opal so YOLO lmao

And yes this is uh, up very late lol. BUT YOU CAN SEE TAGS FOR DEETS! AND THIS JUST MEANS DOUBLE SCRIMBLES THIS WEEK LMAO

#dani speaks #HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR MY NEED TO WRITE A LIL ONE SHOTTY THING. THIS WOULD'VE BEEN UP FRIDAY/SAT #BUT ALAS. I NEEDED TO WRITE #and knew FULL WELL i wouldn't get a chance all weekend bc easter #SO ENJOY A DOUBLE SCRIMBLY THIS WEEK LOL #scrimbly jacquelines #crystal springs #cs posting #smile shots #dani writes #long post #i have my april ones lined up and ready to go #and they will warrant far less notes and musings lol #feb was FASHION MONTH. march was CHAR DESIGN month for SURE #april is gonna be a very 'fed up' month re: scrimbly themes #WE HAVE SOME GOODIES #i admit i am torn bc it'd be fun to do an eclipse jacqueline next week! #i'm in the path of totality! #but maybe it'll be a bonus lol #ocs #melusine #miller's law #ANYWAY this is being posted VERY LATE AT NIGHT #i will have to remember to reblog tomorrow at a proper slash decent time #work after a 4 day weekend. haha. ew. i dont WANNA #but who does really? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[releasing-my-insanity]

A compilation of Maggie smiling at/because of Tristan. 1/6 First meeting.

[Maggie watches Tristan with an intrigued smile while she’s working. Maggie and Tristan smile at each other as they talk for the first time. She tells him to buy a drink and gives him a smile. Maggie watches with a smile as Tristan laughs with some farmers. She continues to smile at him as he talks one of the farmers into paying his vet bill. Maggie smiles as she walks over to Tristan and continues to smile as they flirt a bit with each other. She’s amused as one of the farmers insinuates that Tristan never pays for his own drink. Maggie smiles cheekily as Tristan pays for the drinks. He watches her walk away and licks his lips. Tristan asks Maggie what happened to the money in his wallet. She laughs and points out that he spent it buying drinks for everyone.]

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS 2020 #All gifs are from Andante #These are all gifs I've already made #Maggie/Tristan #Do I love her smile? Yes. Yes I do. #Mine #This is so hard to image describe when the whole point is 'she's smiling.'

[asofterallcreatures]

[A three-panel comic in the style of A Softer World featuring pictures from the 2020s version of All Creatures Great And Small. The first picture shows Tristan with Maggie right before they break up in “All’s Fair.” The second shows Helen kissing James on the cheek in “A Cure For All Ills.” And the third shows James and Tristan shaking hands at the end of “Another Farnon.” Text reads: “Relationships are hard work for very little pay. I say we unionize.”]

Support the WGA and SAG-AFTRA. (Although the relevant unions to this show are the WGGB and Equity.)

#All Creatures Great and Small #All Creatures Great and Small 2020 #ACGAS 2020 #A Softer World Remix #A Softer All Creatures #Tristan Farnon #James Herriot (ACGAS 2020) #Maggie #Helen Alderson #James/Tristan #Maggie/Tristan #Helen/James

[a-casual-egg]

#acgas #acgas 2020 #all creatures great and small #all creatures great and small 2020 #maggie #acgas maggie #tristan farnon

[devils-dares]

devvie bae…. could i request a sweet little boyfriend energy fic with the ultimate boyfriend…. tristan thorn? pretty please??? just anything with that sweet sweet boy. i think it would cure me. love you to bits!!!! 🥹🫶🏻❤️‍🩹

of course you can request literally whatever you'd like dearest maggie bee

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel kisses pressed against your bare shoulders. You hum into the pillow, you’re laying stomach down so you turn your face to catch a glimpse of your lover in the early morning light. He’s above you, resting on his elbows. He meets your gaze with a sweet, innocent smile.

“Good morning, darling.” He never fails to be cheery, and this morning is no different. You turn over, reaching your arms up to pull him into your chest.

“Good morning.” You say through a yawn, and you can feel his smile grow against your skin where his head is buried. He settles to drape himself over your body, holding his weight up with an elbow. He nips at your skin and you giggle sleepily at his ministrations.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, and he gives a low laugh.

“Trying to wake you up nicely.”

“This is nice.”

“This isn’t waking up.” He whines.

“Can’t we spend a few more minutes here?” Your hands trail down his body, suggesting something other than sleep. He perks up, watching as the sleepy smile on your face evolves into a suggestive grin, and he scrambles to prop himself up over you.

“I guess we can spare some time.”

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Later, when the two of you are bathed and fed and satiated in more ways than one, he enters the kitchen where you are armed with a picnic basket.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Would you be an angel and pack this for me?” His smile is sweet, and he’s propped up on the counter with his elbows, his hands holding his head.

“Planning something tonight?”

“I suppose so.” He stands up straight again, coming up to stand behind you as you pack the basket. His arms come up to wrap around your midsection, his hands resting on your stomach. He pulls your flush against him, your back against his chest, and starts rubbing at the soft skin over your tummy. It’s no secret that he loves the extra skin where your stomach is, laying his head on it and pressing kisses over the area whenever he gets the chance, and today is very obviously no different.

“Tristan, sweetheart, if you don’t quit with your hands I’m afraid this basket will never get packed.” He laughs as he kisses the exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, but we’re leaving soon.”

“Leaving soon? Where are we going?” He turns you around, hands resting on your waist.

“You’ll see.” He walks away after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You shake your head, a grin adorning your features, and continue packing.

When you finish, you walk outside to the front yard of your home where Tristan sat waiting for you. He takes the basket in one hand and your hand in the other, guiding you to your destination. You joke with him along the way, your laughs filling the otherwise quiet nature around you.

He announces that you two have arrived, and he tells you to stay before he scurries off, taking the basket and depositing it somewhere before coming back for you.

“Close your eyes.” He says, excitement evident in his voice.

“What if I fall?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” You two manage to get halfway up the small hill before Tristan decides to just pick you up, holding you tight in his arms as he makes sure you keep your eyes shut tight.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.” You say.

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, we’re here.” He puts you down gently and shuffles you over to what seems like a blanket, and finally tells you to open your eyes.

Blinking a few times to adjust to seeing again, your eyes quickly tear up as you see what Tristan’s done. Beautifully grown and pruned flowers circle the area as the candlelight casts a romantic hue as the sun sets. The blanket was set with what you had packed, two glasses of wine poured out for the two of you. He watches your reaction as your hands come up to wipe away at your eyes quickly, and he swoops you into a hug.

“Is it too much, my love? I can take some of it down.”

“It’s perfect. I love it. I’m just surprised you’d go through all of this effort for a picnic.”

“It was worth it for you, I’d do anything for you. Surely you know that by now. I love you!” He says, his lips against your forehead. You squeeze him tight in an embrace, letting him pull you to the blanket to sit when you release him. He hands you your wine glass, shyly feeding you snacks as you laugh and blush.

Towards the end of the night, when the bottle of wine was empty and so was most of the basket, you lay with Tristan beneath the stars, your hand and head on his chest. His coat is draped over you, and he’s talking about how the townspeople helped him make this area special for you, his chest moving up and down as he laughs and talks and all you can think about is how you’re falling more and more in love with the man before you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, doe eyes staring into yours.

“Would you spend forever with me?” His breath hitches, and you immediately cringe at his reaction, sputtering out words to retract your question.

“Hey, hey, of course I would! I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, forever with you is no question in my mind.”

You smile at him, moving up to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Forever with you is no question in my mind either.”

#tristan thorn #tristan thorn fluff #tristan thorn fanfic #tristan thorn request #tristan thorn x reader #tristan thorn x you #tristan thorn x male!reader #tristan thorn x male reader #tristan thorn x gn!reader #tristan thorn x fem!reader #tristan thorn x female reader #stardust

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

Here's my list of forgotten/cool women from history. Please take it, reblog it with more, spread it, learn about them, make books about them:

Lucy (slave used for experimentations on the uterus)

Nightwitches from WW2

Grace Hopper

Mary Anning

Maria Mitchell

Ada Lovelace

Kate Warne

Agnes Barre

Flora Tristan

Olympe de Gouges

Eleanor Roosevelt

Bessie Smith

Sylvia Plath

Sweet Tee

Lady D (the rapper)

The Sequence

Lady B

Rachel Carson

Baya

Tahireh

Lalla Fatma N'Soumer

Rosalind Franklin

Miriam Makeba

Alexandra David Néel

Suzanne Noël

Helena Rubinstein

Katherine Switzer

Jeanne Barret

Sophie Germain

Katherine Johnson

Margaret Hamilton

Hedy Lamarr

Betty Snyder Holberton

Kathleen McNulty Mauchly Antonelli

Marilyn Wescoff Meltzer

Frances Bilas Spence

Ruth Lichteman Teitelbaum og Jean Jennings Bartik

Valerie Thomas

Karen Sparck Jones

Dr Shirley Ann Jackson

Radia Perlman

Stacy Horn

Dr Betty Harris

Beulah Louise Henry

Elizabeth "Jake" Feinler

Empress Zenobia of the Palmyrene Empire

Surya Bonaly

Dolly Parton

Mary Wollstonecraft

Mary Shelley

Queen Nzinga of Ndongo Kingdom

Queen Yaa Asantewa Ashanti

Empress Candace of Ethiopia

Queen Sarraounia Mangou of Aznas Kingdom

Dona Beatriz

Mileva Marić

Matoaka

Janet Sobel

Claudette Colvin

Marsha P. Johnson

Marian Anderson

Madam CJ Walker

Frida Kahlo

Mirka Mora

Dahomey Amazons

The 40 Elephants

Diamond Alice

Maggie Bailey

Julie d'Aubigny

Bessie Coleman

Policarpa Salavarrieta

Annie Oakley

Anna Julia Cooper

Sojourner Truth

Ida B. Wells

Shirley Chisholm

Mary Church Terrell

Audre Lorde

Harriet Tubman

Maria W. Stewart

Angela Davis

Florynce Kennedy

Jocelyn Bell

Alice Ball

Lise Meitner

Chien Shiung Wu

Marie Tharp

Elizabeth Blackwell

Amanirenas

Wu Zetian

#womenempowerment #ada lovelace #j maya #taylor swift #cool women #awesome #genius #amazing #you need it

[100gayicons]

GAY ICONS - ALAN BATES

Alan Bates appeared in one of the most homoerotic scenes in movie history - wrestling nude with Oliver Reed in “Women in Love” (1969) - but I never considered he might be gay or bisexual… until…

Recently I watched “Tea With the Dames” (2018) a documentary where Maggie Smith and Judi Dench gossip about their careers. When talking about Shakespeare’s “Anthony and Cleopatra”, Maggie off-handedly mentions that Alan Bates would have preferred to play the role of Cleopatra!

That remark sent me off researching … and sure enough, several sites mention that Bates, although he was married with twin sons, had several male lovers throughout his life. This was confirmed in a biography “Otherwise Engaged: The Life of Alan Bates” which was written in cooperation with Bates’ surviving son Benedict.

In the 1960s, Bates starred in a string of international hits, including “Zorba the Greek” (1964), “Georgie Girl” (1966), “King of Hearts (1966), and “Far from the Madding Crowd” (1967).

What was unknown by the public at that time, Bates lived with and was in a 10 year relationship with actor Peter Wyngarde. (Wyngarde himself was outed in 1975 when he was arrested for 'gross indecency' with a truck driver in the toilets of a bus station.)

But Bates was attracted to women as well. In 1964 Bates met actress Joanna Pettet when the both appeared on Broadway in “Poor Richard”. According to Pettit the two had an affair during the run of the show.

In 1970, Bates married Victoria Ward who was pregnant at the time. She gave birth to their twin sons the next year. From all accounts their relationship was rocky. They separate but both were involved in raising their children. Tristan, one of the twin, died of a suspect overdose in 1990. His mother Victoria couldn’t recover from the shock and she died in 1992.

In 1972, Bates met actor Nickolas Grace while they both were performing with the Royal Shakespeare Company. Grace was 25 at the time and described the relationship as:

“very close and very loving, in an intense affair that was one of the most important relationships of my life"

Bates denied to Nickolas that he was homosexual.

“(Alan) was free and happy, and … he took me to meet his family in Derby, where we had lovely weekends. But at other times he was reserved and frightened… he didn't want me to be seen with him.”

Bates later had a two year relationship with English Olympic skater John Curry. Curry was outed prior to the 1976 Olympics but the international press largely ignored it. In 1987 Curry was diagnosed with AIDS and died in 1994. It’s been reported that Bates helped to care for his former lover and was with him when he died.

Bates had relationships with other men and women but the ones I mention above seemed the most significant.

Bates and Maggie Smith were reunited in Robert Altman’s “Gosford Park” (2001), the movie that inspired “Downton Abbey”. The next year Bates was knighted by Queen Elizabeth when she bestowed him with a CBE. The same year Bates rekindled his friendship with Joanna Pettit and she moved from the US to live with him. They had a common bond - her son had died of an overdose as well.

Bates needed hip replacement surgery in 2003. While recovering doctors discovered he had pancreatic cancer. And the final insult, a stroke. Alan Bates slipped into a coma with his son Benedict and friend Joanna Pettit by his side.

#gay icons #Alan Bates #gay or bisexual #women in love #men wrestling in the nude #homoerotic #Joanna Pettit #Peter Wyngarde #gross indecency #John Curry Olympian