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eighttalestale · 1 month
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A totally not belated birthday gift for my amazing friend @achirding ❤️⚔️🖤
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anwn · 1 month
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lancewain valentines ⚔️ gift for @achirding !!
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achirding · 8 months
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Sonic finds that there are some definite perks to being the king. C:
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Snippet from my Lancewain (Gawain- The Green Knight / Lancelot - The Weeping Monk, Cursed on Netflix) fic because its a slow burn and I'm impatient and I can't get the first chapter right bfhsbbsnajjshjjsba
Unedited first draft but I wanted to get it ouuutttt;
Gawain, speaking alone to Lancelot
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"I'll be here to fight with you, no matter what, Lance."
"I don't understand."
"There's nothing to understand. You have my aid whether you like it or not."
"Aiding me is folly. I..." Lancelot paused, sighing before wrinkling his lip to quietly continue, "It's a burden you sho-"
Gawain cut him off abruptly.
"Not to me." He knew well enough that Lancelot had nearly said 'I'm', and too did he know that the warrior definitely FELT like a burden. How, why... Gawain could kid himself that he didn't know, but if he was being completely honest... ever since his spine had been broken he had also felt the deep pain of feeling this way. By Arawn, he'd do all in his power to stop Lancelot suffering this too. Gawain pulled the Ash Fey's balled fists into his own hands, coaxing them open gently. Lancelot looked up at him then, a mournful, sorrowful look in his grey blue eyes. It was a look Gawain remembered well, the same one he'd given oh so long ago when they had first really spoken back in Brother Salt's torture tent.
"Never to me, Lancelot. Not if it's you." Gawain said, softly, tilting his head in what he hoped was a kind way, flashing him a returning look with as much warmth and care as he could muster. Lancelot's eyes flicked away almost nervously. The sorrow seemed to have tempered to sadness now though, and he seemed distracted by some internal conflict again raging in his mind.
"You show me such kindness, Gawain, why?"
"Why show you kindness?"
"And aid, and help. And care, you've fought for me, Hell, Gawain, you've nearly died for me more times than I can count, I need to- I need to know, Why?"
"Because you're worth all of that and far more to me." Gawain replied, carefully.
"Why."
"Does it astound you to know you have friends, Lancelot? People who care about you? People who don't want to see you hurt?"
From the look on his face- yes, yes it absolutely did.
"We care for you, Lancelot. That is why."
"How can you care for someone so damned?"
"Because you're not damned, and you never bloody were!" Gawain hissed, he just couldn't help the anger that hardened his tone, and he only partially regretted it when Lancelot immediately flinched, fists balling again. The man's reaction jarred him to his core, but he recognised the thoughts swimming behind his azure eyes were not from fear of his anger, but the voices of his past, tormenting him.
"It's their lies again, swarming through your mind like... like biting ants!" He continued, and Lancelot's gaze flicked up to his own for just a second. Gawain's anger seeped from him almost as quickly as it had come, and he softened his voice just a little when he spoke again.
"By the Gods, they never leave you alone, do they?"
Lancelot didn't reply, but the troubled expression didn't waver, the eyes looked away once more. Gawain gently unballed his fists again, held his hand firmly. He could feel the Ash Man's pulse near his wrist, fast, but strong. It likely matched his own.
"You are worthy of being cared for."
Lancelot scoffed.
"You are worthy of being loved."
He did not scoff that time, but Gawain feared if the man clenched his jaw any harder he might actually break it, or at least be spitting out teeth next he spoke. If he spoke again today, anyway... In the time since the Red Paladin's encampment Lancelot had been speaking more openly, albeit reluctantly, gradually, and with no small effort on Gawain's part. The distinct possibility still remained that the Ash Man had already used up his daily quota of words. Gawain realised quickly that he found this fact disheartening. He honestly enjoyed speaking with Lancelot, treasured the conversations he had managed to wrangle from the Ash Man, and his quietly observant, intelligent outlook was interesting to hear. More than that, he just... liked hearing the man speak. He had noticed too that Lancelot's voice often betrayed what his words and carefully masked expressions did not.
Now, Lancelot appeared to have shut down entirely, expression blank, body rigid and alert, eyes averted lest they leak any of the emotion the man had been brutally conditioned to hide. Gawain felt his own pang of emotion- something almost akin to greif- at the idea that even now, Lancelot was hiding, retreating from him. He wanted to clasp his hands over his jaw and force him to look at him, to trust him, beg him to accept his statements but the stubborn ox would never allow it... or worse, Lancelot would accept his statements just to appease Gawain, without meaning a single thing he'd said...
"You don't get to decide either way." Gawain told him, softly. Lancelot's eyes did not move from where they bored holes into the ground near their feet.
"It's for the people around you to do that." Gawain stated with a heavy sigh. It was a long, quick breath, clearing his lungs like he could breathe out the tangled mess of emotions that was his own mind at present. Slowly he got to his feet, careful to let go of Lancelot's hands softly before he grimaced for just a moment at the familiar stabbing pain in his back.
He opened his eyes to see that the moment he had winced had the ex-Monk immediately leaned up, hands outstretched like he was ready to catch him if he fell. Lancelot seemed to grow embarrassed, he coughed and looked away again, lowering his arms hesitantly.
Gawain couldn't help the smile, or the blossom of warmth in his chest. He trusted Lancelot to catch him every time he fell, and Gods, if he wasn't tempted to let himself fall just so the man would hold him... Stop it. Focus. Pull Lancelot out of his funk and stop getting bogged down in your fantasies...
"Now. Up you get. We can mope out here all we like, or, we can go and hunt dinner," Gawain flashed him a smile, offered him a hand "I know which I'd prefer. You coming?"
It was almost comical how many expressions managed to cross Lancelot's face in such a short succession. He shrugged a single shoulder and stood, dipping his head in acceptance without another word.
The two headed into the evening forest in a calm, companionable silence.
-Or "Gawain admits he's in love with Lancelot and Lancelot refuses to believe it".
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aceofwhump · 1 year
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Summary: In which Squirrel and Gawain take care of a stubborn and badly injured Lancelot while making their way to the Fey camp. Along the way, Lancelot begins his path of healing and redemption. Takes place immediately after 1x10.
Tagging: @orithil, @dinosaurswant2rule, @wonderwhump, @waitingforrescue, @disappearinginq, @deepwoundsandfadedscars, @sowhumpful, @aarkose, @shadow-warren-whump, @theladyoffangorn, @jo-castle, @whumpappreciation, @whumpypepsigal, @whumpthencomfort, @jane--thors, @witchy-ace-of-hearts, @whumpwhumpwhumpwhump, @bauqui, @classicwhump, @nessadb2, @99point9percentwhump, @whumper-butterfly, @cosmicwanda
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cosmicwanda · 1 year
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lancewain fic 🤍
rewatching cursed (again) and i'm obsessed with lancewain all over again. i will be forever sad they cancelled the show. would anyone still be interested in reading a multi-chapter fic? lots of angst, enemies to friends to lovers goodness, all from lancelot’s pov. 
currently editing ch1, almost ready to post ⚔️❤️‍🔥🍃
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sonicstorybook · 2 years
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Knightly Favour
Chapter 1/5
Summary: As the High King's Nephew and a famous Knight of the Round Table of Camelot, very few things in Sir Gawain of Orkney's life are comfortable and private. It's hard to put an exact label on what he has with Sir Lancelot of the Lake, but he's happy. Happy with the man, happy to nurture and look after the boy he loves like a son, and happy to keep their relationship away from prying eyes and gossiping mouths. So it is most aggravating (and a little endearing) that Lancelot seems determined to shatter their fragile, discreet peace with the most public declaration of love and esteem possible- the tournament's grand prize offered on the end of the victor's lance. Lancelot is an incredibly private man, so what could he possibly be thinking?!
Contains: Established Lancewain (Lancelot the Hedgehog x Gawain the Echidna)! Dadcelot and Dadwain to Galahad!
Rating: G
Word count:  4,289
Note: A popular token of love in the Arthurian legends are favours, where a lady (or lord in this AU) gives their knight an item of clothing to show, basically, they're rooting for them. Usually a sleeve or handkerchief or something that could be tied to the armor for a public declaration, or something small that can be stored in the armor of the knight in question as a private symbol of esteem. C: Lancelot does what he wants like the contrarian he is, and subverts this tradition by publicly offering Gawain the tournament spoils as a public way of saying, "Yup, that's my guy!" I feel that I should stress that Gawain is just as into Lancelot, and his main concern is the privacy of their relationship, not the strength of it. Incredibly self-indulgent Lancewain but I need them to be happy. Gawain is Lancelot's boyfriend and Galahad is their son, the AU. Also Lancelot tries, he really does, but he is very good at knighting and very clueless at everything else.
Gawain is used to being the center of attention. As King Lot of Orkney’s firstborn son, the nephew of King Arthur, and the esteemed Knight of the Sun, his reputation has always preceded him. This time, however, the weight of a hundred eyes on him is unnerving. Like everyone is watching him with baited breath to see what he will do. (A distant part of his mind, one that is not blank with surprise, is pleased at the attention. Lancelot is a private man, so any of his public gestures carries even more weight.) Gawain looks down at Lancelot, heart hammering in his chest loudly enough everyone must hear it, too. Lancelot has his visor pulled over his eyes, obscuring his expression, but his head is tilted upwards. The jeweled bracelet hangs between them heavily, resting on the end of the lance. The lord of the tournament very clearly told Lancelot to give his prize to the loveliest lady in attendance. Lancelot is infuriatingly contrarian at the best of times, but why is he offering the bracelet to Gawain? Their relationship is intimate and private, so what is Lancelot thinking, declaring it like this in such a public venue?  ...Doesn’t that daft hedgehog understand that this gesture will mean the end of their quiet, easy romance? What should Gawain do?!  He can already hear murmurs around him, but it’s so difficult to listen to their words as Lancelot lifts his visor. His knight tilts his head to the side ever so slightly as he makes eye contact, arching a quizzical eyebrow. His red eyes slide from the tip of the lance to Gawain and back again, obviously impatient but with the slightest of challenging smirks.  Just as he’s about to grab it, just to spite Lancelot- Galahad startles Gawain out of his thoughts. He had forgotten the child had been sitting on his knee this entire time, until Galahad reaches up to take the bracelet. The child’s small fingers brush against the gold, but it slides further back on the lance and just out of reach.  “Ugh!” The little hedgehog lets out a frustrated huff, frowning at the bracelet with a fearsome little scowl that makes him look so much like his father. Gawain’s heart swells with soft affection as, once again, Galahad gives him a way out.  Galahad braces one hand against Gawain’s shoulder as he shakily rises to his knees, flexing his tiny fingers as he reaches up for the bracelet again. Gawain pushes his embarrassment to the back of his mind, focuses on the here and now, and lifts Galahad up another discreet inch. The boost gives the child the height he needs to snag his prize with a triumphant cry.  “Yes!” Galahad holds it up like a trophy, gold and jewels sparkling in the sunlight as brightly as the excitement in his eyes. He waves it frantically at Lancelot, as if afraid his father missed his triumph, “I got it!!”  Lancelot looks surprised but his expression softens into a fond smile. He gives his son an approving nod that has Galahad bouncing in excited delight. Lancelot’s eyes shift over to Gawain a moment later, looking disappointed- but this is for the best.  “G’wen!” The little hedgehog says loudly, tongue tripping over the syllables of his name in his excitement. Galahad shoves the bracelet in his face, and Gawain barely manages to avoid being blinded by wayward opal, “I got it!! G’wen, I got it!!”  “A prize fit for a king!” Gawain agrees, indulgently patting his charge on the back, “And you retrieved it by yourself! Most impressive!”  “Yeah!” Galahad agrees enthusiastically, putting the bracelet on his wrist with great pride. It’s undoubtedly going to fly off the moment the child moves his arms. “Da, look!”  Gawain glances back to where Lancelot was standing, but the knight is nowhere to be found. It’s not unusual for his sullen friend to disappear without a word, but Galahad is still of a tender enough age that he takes his father’s quirk too hard.  “Look, lad,” Gawain distracts Galahad before the child can notice, pointing at a different knight preparing himself at one end of the arena, “Can you see his shield? A field of azure with Two golden keys. Who bears that heraldry?”  His distraction works, and Galahad is immediately engrossed in his new task.  “Umm,” the child squints at the shield with such intense concentration that his tongue pokes out of his mouth, “A doorkeeper!”  “A good guess,” Gawain leans back against his chair, settling into a more comfortable position.  Galahad follows his lead, face pressed against his chest like a pillow, “Whose doors does he keep?”  ”Yours!”  “Mine?” Gawain’s eyebrows creep up, surprised at the answer, “My beautiful Orkneys? No, fortunately not! Guess again.”  Galahad doesn’t ever guess that the knight in question is Sir Kay the Seneschal, and his keys are the metaphorical keys to the kingdom- but the conversation shifts as Kay is thrown out of his saddle by a lance to the chest. They don’t see Lancelot for the rest of the day, but neither of them think much of it. Blending into the crowd is one of his quirks, too. By the time the royal trumpets blast to signal the end of the day’s events, and Galahad doses in the crook of his arm, Gawain has forgotten all about Lancelot and his bracelet. (At least, he can pretend that’s true.)
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arrows-asks · 2 years
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FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14015260/1/Between-dusk-and-dawn
Not sure if I shared this before, but just in case. 
It’s +18 rated for explicit physical intimacy (aka, smut) so be mindful of that, if that’s not your thing :D
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onifunashug7 · 1 year
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I drop this piece...
Have a nice day
Lancelot & Mélusine x Gawain & Barghest
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rapidhighway · 20 days
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oooh these knights sure be in love??!!?
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ayy-junipei · 5 months
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eighttalestale · 6 months
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My part of the Art Trade with wonderful @achirding <33 Hope you like it..!!
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mimsylost · 2 years
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Since Halloween is just around the corner, I worked on some Le morte d'arthur based Lancelot x Gawain comic :)
Hope you enjoy!
(I reused the character design in my older post)
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achirding · 1 year
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WIPtober 7: My Cup of Tea
“The Green Knight? Ah, now that is an adventure I am more than happy to tell!” Sir Gawain sticks his chest out, thumping on his breast plate proudly.
“Even happier after several glasses of wine,” Lancelot comments dryly, propping his chin on his hand like he’s bored. There’s a slight curve to his mouth that almost looks like a smile. Is... is Lancelot teasing Gawain?
“Indeed!” Gawain doesn’t bat an eye, grinning back, tone playful, “Makes you a better audience, too, Lance.”
‘Lance’ laughs rather than scoffs, shaking his head in a way that seems fond.
...Huh. Sonic is really not sure what to make of that. He’s never really though of Knuckles and Shadow’s relationship. Were they friends? They knew each other, sure, and cooperated a few times... but friends?
Percival seems to pick up on his confusion, but not it’s source. She smiles kindly at him as she explains, “There are many unique traditions and wonderful events that happen in Camelot, Sir Sonic. I, too, was confused when I first arrived at court.”
That wasn’t what he was confused about at all, but hey, at least Percival tried to explain something. Way more than he was getting from any of the guys, including his sword. Sonic flashed her a thumbs up, “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Percival nods solemnly, “It is Sir Gawain’s tradition to share this tale every Christmas. Usually late in the night after everyone has warmed up with hot soup and mead.”
“Because it’s thematically and seasonally relevant!” Gawain sniffs imperiously, crossing his arms over his chest, “This adventure took place /on/ Christmas! Two Christmases even!”
Lancelot doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to- that eye roll and flat look convey everything he things about this particular tradition.
“And if we’re speaking of drunken escapades, I think Sir Lancelot avenging Sir Galehaut’s honor was much more noteworthy!” Gawain’s mouth curls into a sharp smile, giving Lancelot a sly side eye, “The first and last time our great kingdom has seen its mighty champion look so fair and shapely-“
“/Sir Gawain!/“ Lancelot interrupts his friend loudly, voice a touch strangled as he slams his hands down on the wood.
“Huh?” Sonic looks between Lancelot and Gawain, eyebrows shooting up his forehead, “What does any of that mean?”
“Your Christmas story, Sir Gawain, If you please,” Lancelot sounds flustered, eyebrows knitted together as he grimaces in embarrassment. Well, except for what appears to be a pink flush on his skin, although that’s obscured by the visor quickly pulled over the knight’s face
“Well, if you insist, my friend!” Gawain laughs, good natured, clapping Lancelot on the back as he stands up.
Gawain sweeps his hand in front of his face dramatically, clearly setting the scene, “My adventure began on a snowy Christmas Eve! As is the custom in our kingdom, we were celebrating with a great feast...”
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I'm finally understanding how Obsidian works for this Lancewain fic and well
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I have created a monster
I shall keep the void that is Tumblr updated of it's progress as I keep adding the notes off my phone to it. I feel like this thing is 2 seconds away from gaining sentience and its already consumed my soul
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crubdraws · 3 years
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Based on this (but slightly altered)
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