So, It’s the final day of LanceTris week. I love this ship (I’ve been writing it since 2022, even before that). Fun fact that not many people know: I wrote a a fanfic about Tristan and Lancelot before 4KOTA was even out. It’s deleted now because it was cringey but yeah, now that I’ve made myself feel old, here’s what you all stick around for.
Prompt: NSFW (though this fic is not-explicit it just implies it. This is just aftercare based)
Lancelot is always clingy after their nights together. It is part of his charm. Everyone expects him to be this dominant person, nobody but Tristan knows the truth. Lancelot is incredibly soft. He spends so much of his time in control that sometimes he just needs Tristan to take that away. Tristan is all but happy to, his demon instincts tell him to mark, to claim his mate for all to see. That’s how Lancelot always seems to end up with suspicious bite marks on his neck and chest. He doesn’t even try to hide them, a fact that makes Tristan’s inner demon all the more satisfied.
They hadn’t gotten to spend time together in so long. Two years to be exact. Now they had finally come back together, they had one night before the war started and they could not reverse it. One final night before their lives turned to chaos. Lancelot had enjoyed that night to the fullest. Now Tristan lays next to him, a giddy smile on his face.
Lancelot grumbles at the sunlight peeking in. Too early. They had been up late and he is not ready to leave the warmth of Tristan’s arms yet. Tristan kisses his cheek gently, silently asking him to wake up. This earns him a lovely smack in the face from the very tired half-fairy.
“C’mon Lance, you need a bath.” Tristan speaks in that soft but deep morning voice he has. Lancelot steals more of the blankets.
“No. Sleep.” He grumbles.
“Bath. You’re covered in mess.”
“Cuddles.”
“We can cuddle in the bath, darling.” Tristan pulls him into his arms, sitting up and cradling Lancelot in his arms. He knows how sensitive he must be. Lancelot purrs softly, his eyes closing. He buries his face in Tristan’s chest.
Tristan rolls his eyes and picks Lancelot up, carrying him to the bath and starting the water. He checks the temperature, ensuring it is perfect for his vixen. Now the bubbles. As he is struggling to pick between rose oil and lemon scented candles Lancelot glares at him.
“I was promised cuddles.” He demands.
Tristan’s wings flutter at the command and he quickly joins Lancelot in the bath. He starts gently working the rose oil into the water and into Lancelot’s skin, removing any dirt that may have gotten on him. He kisses each place he scrubs, cooing gently.
Lancelot hums softly and does the same for Tristan once the prince is done fussing over him. They both know its important to have moments like these after every night together. It makes them both feel loved and cared for.
Finally, Tristan steps out of the bath, grabbing two fluffy towels, one for each of them.
“Back to the bedroom, love?” He asks. Lancelot quickly agrees, not wasting any time letting the water run out of the tub. He manages to grab the towel and limp his way back to the bed. Tristan notices his limp with a teasing grin, he’s proud. His look earns a glare from his partner but he doesn’t care. He knows he did a good job.
Tristan pulls on some clothes, his usual outfit. He rings a bell and a servant miraculously enters within seconds.
“Please tell the chefs we will be taking breakfast in my chambers today, ma’am.” He always speaks so politely, even to his maids and servants. The maid blushes and nods, quickly running off to go pass along the message.
Tristan flops into bed next to Lancelot. The half-fairy glances at him from where he’s laying down. “So worth it.”
“Absolutely.” Tristan laughs.
“You’re going to make the usual excuses for me during training, right? No way I can face your dad when I can’t walk without limping.”
“Yeah yeah, can’t have him finding out. You have a reputation to uphold after all.” Tristan gives him a gentle kiss on the forehead, “My strong vixen.”
“Shut up.” Lancelot pushes him off the bed, earning an offended gasp from Tristan.
“How dare you!” He immediately pounces on Lancelot, pinning him to the bed and attacking his cheeks with kisses. Lancelot can’t help but giggle.
“Okay! Okay! I surrender!”
“Much better.” Tristan pokes him, finally releasing him. “Now go get dressed before someone sees you in my bed in only a towel.”
“Fine. but I’m stealing your clothes.”
“I should hope so. Yours need a desperate cleaning.”
Im late again, I know. In my defence, I’m old and I lose track of time. My memory isn’t what it used to be (I’m totally being dramatic, I got distracted by food so that’s why I’m late)
Tristan aggressively polishes his suit. He knows he is preparing for a dangerous battle. His family has been at war with Ban’s family for years. A heated rivalry. Now it is time for another battle. They are both after the same thing, the same bank with the same money. Tristan needs to make his family proud. Everyone in his family has earned a terrifying nickname. His dad is the sin of wrath and his mom earned herself the nickname bloody Ellie. He needs to make them proud and earn his own nickname.
He checks his weapons, making sure everything is perfect. Today he would be facing off against the God of War, Ban’s sole son and heir. If he wins this, he could end the rivalry and earn himself a nickname.
Soon enough it's time for him to make his way out into the city. He tugs his mask over his face and cuts through alleyways. His heart is pounding, he’s never met this villain before. It can't be so bad, they both come from esteemed villain families.
Finally, he reaches the bank. His heart stutters with surprise. Outside the door is a boy around his age, no older than 13 leaning against the wall. He had expected a fully grown man not a teen the same age as him.
The boy glances over, his crimson eyes narrowed but he seems uncaring once he sees Tristan’s signature long silver hair.
“God of War, stand down. This is my mark.” Tristan tries his best at a villain voice but it’s mediocre at best. He doesn’t seem intimidated.
“Just call me Lancelot. You’re Meliodas’ son, right?”
Tristan takes a step back, “y-yeah…I am. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all, our fathers are friends.” He seems…friendly? Tristan doesn’t trust it. He can’t let his guard down. Not when he’s so close to defeating this boy and taking down his father’s enemies.
Tristan grabs his weapon and readies himself for a fight, “Our fathers are enemies.”
“What?” Lancelot seems genuinely confused. It makes Tristan falter. He had always assumed they were enemies, two powerful villain bosses. How could they be friends?
“You didn’t know?”
“I just assumed-” Tristan stutters. He spots a bench nearby and sits down, “what a mess. I thought I was going to have to fight you.”
Lancelot just stares at him, confused, “I don’t really think you’d win.”
Tristan scoffs, “Oh please, I would absolutely win.” He pulls down his mask, now frustrated. Lancelot just laughs.
“Come on. How about we save the bank for another day. I’ll tell you the truth about our families and maybe you can buy us ice cream.”
“I’m not buying you ice cream, you’re paying for it.”
“Ugh fine. I’ll pay for it. Just, come with me?”
Tristan pauses to assess for any malintent. All he sees is a lonely boy who probably doesn’t have many friends. Lancelot is already making his way to the ice cream truck. He buys two cones, handing one to Tristan who has still refused to move from the bench. He sits next to Tristan, assessing him just as much as Tristan has been observing him.
“So…um…our dads are really friends?” Tristan speaks quietly.
“Yeah, they have been for years. I’m surprised your dad didn’t tell you. Maybe he was just letting you believe we were enemies.”
“I didn’t know villains could have friends.” Tristan looks away.
“Me neither. I don’t meet a lot of kids my age.”
“Maybe we could be friends…if you want?” Tristan fidgets nervously.
Lancelot looks at him for a moment and laughs, “y’know, you aren’t much of a villain. You aren’t very scary.”
“I could say the same for you, fox boy.” Tristan teases.
“Hey! They call me God of War for a reason.”
“A cringy nickname you made up?” Tristan retorts.
Lancelot playfully punches his shoulder. “Whatever, idiot. Yeah, we’ll be friends.”
“Good. You’re never getting rid of me now.”
“I should hope not.” Lancelot wraps an arm over his shoulders. “Now about that bank…”
“Fifty fifty split if we do it together?”
“Sounds fair.” Lancelot stands up and Tristan joins him. They both pull on their masks and get to work.
This day was the hardest to write for. I had no idea what to write. Hopefully this short little chapter is good. I genuinely almost fell asleep without posting it I was so tired.
For fairies, snow has always meant staying inside. To go outside in the frost could easily damage their delicate wings. Thankfully, the fairy forest does not get winter. The only issue with staying in the fairy king’s forest is that there is no Tristan.
Tristan loves the snow. He loves building snowmen and making literal snow angels with his goddess wings. He has snowball fights with his friends and catches snowflakes like a child.
Lancelot is forced to watch from the sidelines, bundled in three layers to protect his wings. He sniffles as he watches Tristan throw a snowball. Too cold. Much too cold. Tristan notices his discomfort and wanders over, a polite smile gracing his face.
“Wanna go back inside?” He asks gently. Lancelot nods, giving another weak sniffle, the cold has already irritated his nose.
Tristan helps him back into the warmth of the castle, sitting him next to a fireplace. Warm, it feels nice. He closes his eyes.
“Snow is too cold.” Lancelot mumbles. “You’re much warmer.”
“Of course I'm warm, I’m half demon.” Tristan looks concerned, “You look like you want to cocoon yourself again.” He can’t help but remember last winter when Lancelot would cocoon himself in blankets and sleep the whole day away.
“I’m not going to do that.”
“You know…there is a lot more to winter than just snow.” Tristan smiles, “let me show you a true winter, please?”
“You’re not going to give me a choice, are you?”
“Absolutely not.” Tristan grabs a blanket from the couch, “stay here. I’m going to make us some drinks to warm you up.”
He leaves and a few minutes later returns with hot chocolate. He sits down and smiles.
“Lance, this is hot chocolate. Its a winter drink. Try some.”
Lancelot takes a small sip and immediately gags, “Its disgusting. Why would you make chocolate warm? Ew.”
Tristan is astonished, “you really don’t like it?” He takes a sip of his own, just to test if he made it right. It tastes amazing to him but Lancelot isn’t used to hot drinks. He has never had coffee, tea or hot chocolate. It must have been a shock. “I guess you just don’t like it because it’s warm.”
“It’s weird. Drinks should be cold and refreshing, not…that…” He sighs, “I hate winter. I knew I should have slept through it.”
Tristan looks around, “you like cuddling by the fireplace, that’s a winter activity!”
“We can cuddle anytime of the year.”
“Ugh…” Tristan fumbles, “Can I seriously not convince you to like winter?”
“Never, I hate it. It’s cold and dark and wet. It's the worst.”
Tristan groans and thinks for a moment. What could make Lancelot love winter as much as he loves it. Then it occurs to him, something beautiful that only occurs in winter. He grabs Lancelot and drags him to the balcony.
“What are you doing?!” Lancelot is startled by the sudden pulling. He looks wide eyed.
“I want to show you something. I think it’s time.”
They watch the sun set together and soon enough under the dark sky they see the northern lights. The aurora borealis.
Lancelot gasps. He’s never seen anything that beautiful before. He takes Tritan’s hand. “Wow.” It’s the only word he can come up with.
“So do you love winter yet?”
“I hate it. Winter is still the worst. But yu love winter and I love you. So I guess I can put up with it. Since it means so much to you and since you spent all day trying to get me to love it.”
This prompt took me back to when I first started writing these one-shots in 2022. Some of these first chapters I wrote were about these two ending up cuddling. This one is a bit shorter, mostly because I’ve written these two cuddling a million different ways in a million scenarios. It is so cool to see how much my writing has evolved since then
It has been a long time since Lancelot has gotten a chance to fully relax. He yawns, stretching himself out in his nest of blankets. Having Tristan next to him feels so right. He rolls over, flopping himself on top of Tristan. The prince groans in his half-asleep state.
“Lance…you’re too heavy…” Tristan whines.
“Want to be warm.” He responds with a quiet whisper. He buries his nose in Tristan’s shirt, smiling. Tristan rolls his eyes and wraps his wings around Lancelot.
“I know my vixen…it's wintertime…” Tristan whispers. It's like their own little world. Both of them snuggled under the warm blankets with a fire going in the fireplace not too far from the bed. Lancelot closes his eyes and unconsciously purrs. Tristan’s eyes widen. “I didn’t know you could purr.”
“Of course I can. I have a fox form.” Lancelot rolls his eyes. Tristan runs his hands down Lancelot’s back, giving the perfect scratches right between Lancelot’s wings that just make Lancelot melt. “Oh god that’s good.”
“I know, just relax. Go back to sleep.” Tristan yawns. He’s trying to persuade Lancelot to sleep so that he too can sleep.
“But I don’t want to. I want to talk to you.” Lancelot nudges Tristan awake.
“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”
“You really love me? Like you still love me even though-”
“Yes dear, I would still love you if you were a lemon tree. I can’t have this talk again.”
“Not that. I mean with the whole genderless thing.”
“Lance, I don’t care about your gender. I just love you. Now please go to sleep. It’s three in the morning.”
Lancelot sighs and rolls off of Tristan, still cuddling him but now at least not directly on top of him. Tristan pulls him into his arms, Lancelot’s back against his chest. Lancelot’s wings are much smaller than his own and much more fragile. It's important they cuddle in just the right position so as not to damage his wings. Tristan’s feathered wings are much easier to curl around them both, especially in this cold winter. He tugs the blanket over them both.
Lancelot is silent, trying to fall asleep. Right as he is about to, Tristan speaks up, “Lance, do you wanna train together tomorrow?”
“I think we should go shopping. I need to order more arrows.” Lancelot yawns lazily. “Not today though.”
“You’re right.” Now it’s Tristan's turn to lay on top of Lancelot. If his Vixen wants him awake, he will be awake.
“And you called me heavy. Ugh, all that height adds weight.” Lancelot still starts automatically preening the base of Tristan’s wings. The feathers there are hard to reach and it feels amazing to have them preened. Lancelot finds a pinfeather and starts gently working on it.
Peaceful times like these are the best, just the two of them in their own world. Relaxed and domestic.
Another day at the restaurant, cooking, cleaning, running the show. Lancelot watches with a critical eye as his chefs prepare for the coming service. Running a high end restaurant like ‘Dame du lac’ is not easy. Everything needs to be micromanaged.
After his adventures at age 13, he had decided to calm down a bit, settle in Liones and start a restaurant. His father had taught him to cook and he intended to utilize those skills to make some money. This would finance his journey to save Jericho and earn him information, similar to what uncle Meliodas did with the ‘Boar hat’ tavern.
The moment the doors are set to open, Lancelot can hear a commotion from outside.
‘Ugh not already. Why does he have to show up every day?’
He can already hear the overly cheery voice, “Lance come out here! Be my personal chef!
Lancelot ignores him. He and Tristan were childhood friends, when the prince came to try his food, he loved it. The prince had loved it so much he wanted Lancelot to be his personal chef. No matter how many times he says no, the idiot just keeps coming back.
He turns to his chefs, “Keep prepping. I will be right back.” With that, he steps out of the kitchen to go deal with Tristan. He would never make his serving staff deal with such an annoying guest.
“Lance! There you are! Be my personal chef! Please! Your cooking is the best!” Tristan is practically begging. Lancelot has to look away. He is too soft sometimes. Tristan is too cute to say no to.
Still, he manages. “I already said no. Now either eat or get out of my restaurant, guests are arriving soon.”
“Fine, I’ll eat. But one of these days I’ll convince you.”
“I have to get back to my kitchen. Enjoy your meal.” Lancelot slams the kitchen door in his face. He takes a breath. As much as he wants to be Tristan’s personal chef, he has a mission. He needs to gather information about Jericho and he needs to save her.
Service runs smoothly and Tristan stays at his table the entire time. He runs up a tab of drinks and food that would make anyone else shudder. Lancelot knows he can afford it at least, the boy is the prince of Liones after all. His allowance is more than Lancelot makes in a month.
‘Stupid rich prince.’
Lancelot wanders out to the main floor of the restaurant after service. He finds Tristan in his usual spot.
“Fine. Come here.” Lancelot waves him over.
Tristan jumps up like an excited puppy. He practically runs over. Lancelot pulls him into the kitchen where his staff are packing up and going home. The kitchen is almost empty.
Lancelot leans against the counter, “If you can cook me an edible meal in 5 minutes I will be your personal chef.”
“5 minutes?! At least give me an hour!”
“If my chefs can do it, so can you.”
“Fine.” He looks around for ingredients. He fumbles around, trying to put oil in a pan and causing a fire. Lancelot looks disappointed, putting a lid over the fire to stop it. He takes the pan and puts it into one of the sinks with the lid on it.
Lancelot gives him a smirk, “Wow you suck.”
“I tried my best!”
“I think you should go home.”
“Same time tomorrow?” Lancelot teases.
“Of course I’ll be here at the same time tomorrow.” Tristan slams the door.
Tristan collapses on the couch as soon as he gets back to the castle. He lets out a sigh of defeat. Meliodas glances over at him, smirking.
“Defeated again?” Meliodas sits next to him.
“Yeah. He refuses to be my personal chef. But he’s amazing!”
“You know…instead of spending thousands every day, why not take another angle.” Meliodas has that look in his eye, like he has a plan. He takes out a silver bracelet with a charm on it, a blue heart. It’s a courting gift.
Tristan gasps, “Papa, Are you serious?”
“I am. If you marry him, he will be able to cook you as much food as you want. And I know you love him. If you didn’t, you wouldn't be spending so much money at his restaurant.”
“You're right! Tomorrow I will offer it to him. I’m going to court him no matter what.”
Unaware of the gift coming to him tomorrow, Lancelot sits at his desk. He analyzes every piece of evidence, finding nothing concrete. He ends up falling asleep at his desk with numbers going through his head.
The next morning, Tristan arrives. The same time as usual. Though now, he doesn’t cause a commotion. He just sits quietly at his table ordering his usual drinks, mostly juice.
At the end of service, he walks over to the kitchen and smiles kindly at one of the servers. “Could you tell Chef Lancelot that I would like to speak to him?”
The server rolls her eyes with a fond smile, “at it again, are you?”
“Yes I am, Anne. Though this time I’m taking a new strategy.”
“Good luck.” She goes into the kitchen and tells Lancelot that Tristan is waiting. Lancelot comes out looking grumpy. He had gotten nowhere yesterday and he is in a sour mood.
“What do you want, Tristan?” Lancelot scowls.
Tristan notices his bad mood and realizes now is not a good time to give his gift. He instead tries something else. “Come have a drink with me?”
“A drink?” Lancelot looks confused.
“Yeah. just one. I’ll buy it of course. I just- you seem stressed.”
Lancelot softens, he even smiles slightly. He allows Tristan to lead the way to the bar. “Fine, one drink.”
But it’s never just one drink for the two of them. One turns into three which turns into a drinking competition between the two. Eventually Tristan is stumbling slightly. He almost falls out of his chair and he giggles, not noticing the box containing the bracelet fall to the floor.
Lancelot picks it up and opens it. His alcohol-ridden brain immediately sees the shiny thing and wants it. “It’s pretty.” He slurs.
“It’s for you.” Tristan giggles, his words muddled.
“For me?” Lancelot puts on the bracelet.
“Yah! Be my partner! Come live with me at the castle. You don't have to cook for me, just be with me.” Tristan mumbles against the bar.”
Lancelot starts sobbing, “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.” He sniffles, the alcohol enhancing his emotions. “I would love to be your partner.”
Tristan lets out a giddy laugh but he can’t get up off the bar. Eventually the bartender manages to drag them both back to the castle where Meliodas puts them to bed.
When Lancelot wakes up next to Tristan the next morning and sees the bracelet on his wrist he yells, loud. His shout can practically be heard across the kingdom. “YOU GOT ME DRUNK SO YOU COULD MAKE ME AGREE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL CHEF?! THAT’S NOT FAIR YOU-” The next words are a string of curses so colourful that many mothers cover their children’s ears.
These prompts are so much fun! I thought about doing Disney but I couldn’t pick a movie and since I love gardening I thought why not have Lance love it too. He is a fairy after all. I also wanted to play around with the whole idea of fairies not having genders/switching genders based on love. I am curious what would happen to Lance since he’s only half fairy but his other half is human. My idea was he kind of has a mixture in this AU.
Prompt: Garden
Anyways, here’s the link to the ao3 fanfic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Or read is below:
Tristan races through the fields, his wings spread in the wind. He’s much too excited. His parents had finally allowed him to explore outside the palace walls. His long hair flowing in the wind. He remembers his father’s words, the gates to Benwick are finally open again.
Last time he had been to Benwick, he was only ten years old. He had met a lovely girl there. Those stunning crimson eyes, the soft blond hair down to her shoulders. It makes his wings flutter with glee. He needs to see her again. The wind flows under his wings, lifting him into the air. He can’t help but giggle, twirling in the air and flying off towards Benwick.
When he gets there, he sees that familiar blond haired person sitting on the rock. Though it's strange her hair is shorter, almost shaved at the back. He lands and tries to lean against a tree smoothly, it ends up falling over and he flinches back wincing.
Very smooth Tristan.
“Well um hello there darling.” He tries to put on a smile to hide his nerves. Then she turns around.
Oh. Not a girl. Definitely not a girl.
The boy gives him an annoyed and confused look, “Huh?” But those eyes, he could never mistake them.
“Y-you’re a boy?” It's the only words Tristan can find. “I thought-”
The boy seems to recognize him, “Tristan? It's you? I haven’t seen you since we were kids.”
“I thought you were a princess, I came here to woo you-”
“You what?! I’m not a damsel in distress for you to rescue!” The boy shouts at him. “And for the record, I am Lancelot, Prince of Benwick. If anything I thought you were the princess.”
Tristan laughs, a pure genuine laugh at both of their mistakes. It is amazing they each thought the other was a girl. Lancelot stares at him for a moment before joining in on his laughter. Tristan can’t help but think his laugh is adorable. It’s quiet, restrained, like he rarely ever laughs.
When they settle down, Tristan joins him on his rock. He looks around. “So um, what are you doing out here anyways?”
“Tending to my garden.”
“Your garden? I didn’t know you had one.”
“I’m half fairy, of course I have a garden.”
Tristan looks around at the elegant garden. He sees how carefully tended to it is. Lancelot sure knows his plants. There are a lot of fruit trees in one corner and herbs. It seems Lancelot is quite pragmatic with his planting. He likes planting things he will use.
Though there is a separate garden filled solely with bluebells. It has a sign on it that says ‘Tristan’s garden’. It makes his heart skip a beat. He had told Lancelot once when they were kids that bluebells were his favourite and he had made such an effort to plant them and tend to them each day. They are in such neat little rows and he can’t help but swoon. So much effort put into a garden just for him.
“You made a garden for me.” Tristan can't help but tease.
Lancelot blushes, looking away, “Maybe bluebells are a pretty flower.”
Tristan notices the shyness and he places his hand over Lancelot’s. Their fingers brush and he feels the boy tense.
“Do you know why I like bluebells so much, Lance?”
“No, I don’t.”
“They symbolize everlasting love. It’s said that if you turn a bluebell inside out without breaking it, your love will be eternal.” Tristan leans back, staring at the flowers, “Though in some stories, they say walking into a ring of them will have your heart snatched away by a fairy.” He smirks, looking at Lancelot.
Lancelot catches the hidden meaning and blushes, “Who says I want your heart, idiot prince.”
“Well now you have to take it, I stepped into your field of bluebells and you’re a fairy prince. Shouldn’t you be…I don’t know making me dance until my feet bleed or trying to steal my name?”
“Those are cruel stereotypes started back during the first Holy war in an attempt to stop the rise of STIGMA.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s fine, idiot prince.” Lancelot looks into his eyes. Tristan smiles, he can feel his heart beating faster.
“I think you did steal my heart though, even if you didn’t want it. I’m yours.”
This earns him a playful shove from Lancelot. He slides off the rock and lands in the bluebells. “Stop being cheesy.”
“I’m not! I love you!” He smiles, giggling.
Lancelot can’t help but think he looks adorable laying in the flowers. Some get in his hair when he stands up and it makes him look like a fairy. The wind blowing the petals with his hair.
“Don’t say you love me…if you do…then maybe…” he trails off, his hand going to his chest. He has already noticed the change. Tristan wasn’t entirely wrong when he called Lancelot a girl.
“I know.” Tristan's voice drops to a whisper, a secret between them. Nobody can know about the change in Lancelot. He needs to remain the fairy prince. They can never properly marry as per fairy traditions. If they married, Tristan would be stuck in Benwick and neither of them want that.
Lancelot speaks softly, “I’m sorry.”
Tristan stands up and gives him a quick kiss. Just a little peck on the lips to show his love. Nobody needs to know about their little affair.
They don’t see Ban watching from behind a tree. The sin has a grin like he’s forming a plan.
As it gets dark, Tristan realizes he needs to get home before his mama and papa start worrying. He gives Lancelot a goodbye kiss and takes off flying. Lancelot watches him go with a wistful sigh.
When Lancelot gets back to his own home in the tree, Ban is waiting for him, sipping some sort of bitter drink.
“So you finally decided to come home, brat?”
“Yeah yeah whatever I’m home.”
“Did you have fun with Tristan? I saw you two out in the garden.” This only serves to irritate Lancelot more.
“He’s annoying but yeah, I guess we had fun. He just came to see the garden.”
“Really? Because I saw you two doing a bit more than looking at plants. You two were in a full makeout session.”
Lancelot freezes in place, turning to glare at his father, “What.”
“I saw it when I was coming to check on you.”
Lancelot starts towards him, looking furious, “Father you had no right to spy! And we weren’t making out, it was one little kiss. It meant nothing!”
“Really? If it meant nothing, explain the cocoon of blankets in your room. You went through the change.”
“I- fine! I did! Whatever! Its not like I can marry him anyways.”
“Yes you can.”
“No, I can’t. I’m well aware of my position as heir to the throne. He is an heir too. Neither of us can leave our Kingdoms.”
“Lance. Do whatever the hell you want. The kingdom will be fine. Do you really think I care all that much about heirs and passing down the kingdom? Na, this place wasn’t even supposed to exist. Enjoy life, be with the one you love. Forget about being the crown prince.”
“But dad-”
“Go before I throw you out myself.”
“Y-yes sir.” He quickly rushes out, knowing his dad was serious about throwing him out.
It takes him hours of flying to get to Liones. By the time he gets there it is deep into the night and his wings ache. He can feel pins and needles going down his back muscles from flying. He has no energy to wake Tristan so instead he climbs into the large bed and cocoons himself in the blanket.
The Prince is very surprised the next morning when he wakes to find a handsome fairy in his bed. He practically falls out of bed and quickly rushes to brush his hair and make himself look pretty. When lancelot starts to stir he notices Tristan trying to lay elegantly in the bed, trying to appear as if he woke up perfect. Lancelot scoffs and smiles.
His voice is groggy when he speaks, “Prince, you don’t need to lie to me. I know you wake up with drool down your cheek and your hair a mess.”
“I do not! I am an elegant prince!” He protests, though even he knows lying to Lancelot is useless. “What are you doing here anyways?”
“Father insists I be with you. He gave me a whole speech about being with the one you love. Can’t exactly protest considering how much he sacrificed to be with mom. To him, being with the one you love is more important than life itself.”
Tristan practically swoons at the words, “does that mean you’ll be my fairy prince and steal my heart?”
“Idiot.” Lancelot sits up, “I think you stole my heart.” Lancelot offers him a bluebell from the garden. He had picked it on his way over. Tristan takes it with a soft smile, placing it in his hair.
“We’re going to grow all the bluebells you could ever want in the palace gardens. I promise.”
Lancelot can’t help himself, it’s like a magnet. He needs to kiss Tristan. For once, he doesn’t resist the urge. The kiss is slow, gentle and tired. It is full of relief and love. When they pull away, they both take a second to stare into each other’s eyes before Lancelot rolls over and cocoons himself in more blankets with a grumble.
“Still experiencing the change? I guess I wasn’t totally wrong about mistaking you for a girl when we were younger.”
“Shut up, I'm only half fairy. Only half the change.” He can hardly retort though, he is still too tired.
Tristan holds him as he falls asleep though one final thing goes through his mind, ‘What will my father say about this?’
You didn’t think I forgot about LanceTris week, did you? (I may or may not have almost forgotten) well here we go! I wrote a one-shot based on the folklore that is Arthurian legend. Well anyways enjoy this hot mess of a work.
Prompt: folklore
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A child. How the hell had Lancelot ended up with a child – his child – in front of him. He can’t believe it. He loves Tristan not some Guinevere girl, if that was even her real name. Her mind, her thoughts had told him a different story. She is not Guinevere but the lady of Shalott.
Identity crisis aside, now he has a kid standing in front of him who apparently travelled through time. The kid is undeniably his, same eyes and the same personality. The only issue, Lancelot is very much in love with Tristan and very much not in love with this lady. Despite her insistence on them being destined for each other, Lancelot can’t help but feel like he wants to fight whatever fates put him here.
Galahad is strong, that much is the truth. He is currently glaring at Lancelot across the table. The only thing Lancelot can do is pitifully attempt to make tea. Lemon and ginger. Is that what a father is supposed to serve his son? The son he had no idea was supposed to exist until now.
“So um…Galahad…” He sits down awkwardly, he toys with the arrows on his wristband. His eyes dart around the room. He knows Tristan is in a similar, if not worse, situation.
They had been forced to bring these children back to Liones, stopping their journey. It’s a minor setback but one that is giving Lancelot grey hairs. Galahad seems bored, any teen would be.
“Just ask the damn question. I know you’re wondering how I came to be.” Galahad finally speaks, his tone bored and almost angry.
“That is something I am curious about- how…”
“Mother used magic to disguise herself as Tristan. She believed in her visions so much that she could not accept you not loving her.” He looks away. Lancelot looks into his tea, his hands shaking. He blinks slowly, unsure how to respond.
“I see. Well I suppose at least one good thing came of it.” He mutters, a feeble attempt to dispel the tension in the room.
“Don’t flatter me father, you were always stronger than me. It is why I admired you so much. Though right now you look pitiful.”
“A lot can happen in just a few years. I suppose I will get stronger then, if our timelines match up.”
“Yes, I suppose so” Galahad doesn’t seem much for talking, another inherited trait from Lancelot. He really needs to stop giving his son so much of his personality. He can only hope he raised his son right and that he stuck around despite the pain.
Galahad suddenly asks a very quiet question, “Father, do you hate me?” It is almost a whisper, like it was always an unspoken thought in Galahad’s mind. Lancelot hates that his son could ever think so low of himself.
“No. I don’t think I could ever hate my own child, even if it was not with Tristan.” He stands up, “It’s just not how I was raised.” He looks at Galahad, “How about I introduce you to Tristan? I’m sure he has finished speaking with his own son, whatever his name was.”
“His name is Ysaye and he is Tristan’s son with Isolde.”
Lancelot’s eye twitches at the thought of Tristan with Isolde. His jealousy flares and he grabs his satchel and starts out the door.
Galahad seems to sense his anger and follows, “Father, it was a love potion, no need to be so angry.”
This makes Lancelot pause “A love potion?” Even he can admit the effects of a love potion are irresistible. It would be a suitable explanation for the appearance of a child between Tristan and Isolde.
“Yes. They both drank it by accident. It bound them togeher-”
“And he forgot about me” Lancelot finishes. He rushes to the castle, taking off running. He needs to see Tristan, needs to confirm his love is still alive and well. Something about all this just makes him want to be with Tristan.
Galahad gives an annoyed scoff and chases after him. They reach the castle and find Tristan inside chatting with his son. As soon as Tristan sees Lancelot he stands up and quickly pulls him into a tearful hug.
“Lancelot- I’m so sorr-” Lancelot cuts off the apology with a kiss. Galahad looks away, disgusted. Ysaye just blinks slowly, looking confused.
“Don’t apologize idiot.” Lancelot turns to glance at the two sons, “I guess we have sons now.”
Tristan wipes his tears, chuckling, “I guess we do. Until we find a way to send them back to the future that is.” He sighs, “Isolde is overjoyed…but I-”
“I know. I’m not exactly thrilled either…but I guess having a kid is pretty cool and I’m not gonna be some deadbeat dad.”
Galahad rolls his eyes and plops himself in a chair next to Ysaye. He is trying to seem uninterested in the conversation but they both know they are very interested.
Tristan pours himself some more tea, mostly because he refuses to get drunk around his son. He is not going to be like Meliodas.
“I’ll need to work out a coparenting schedule with Isolde but I think it might be nice having our own little family.” Tristan tries his best to sound cheerful.
“I guess that works.” Lancelot gives an affectionate smile. “Though its kinda weird having teen sons at eighteen.”
Galahad chimes in, “It’s weird for us too. We didn't want to be here.”
“Well too bad. Now tomorrow we are going training and you guys are going to act like brothers or i swear to chaos-” Lancelot starts but Tristan cuts him off by laughing. “What’s so funny?” Lancelot turns to Tristan.
Tristan manages to speak through laughs, “I’m sorry, its just, you already act like a dad.”
Lancelot’s eyes soften, he playfully pushes Tristan, “Shut up, idiot.”
“Hey! No fighting in front of the kids, it sets a bad example.”
The two bicker playfully and their sons quickly get bored and disgusted watching their father’s be all lovey dovey. Ysaye leads Galahad off to give him a tour of the castle leaving Tristan and Lancelot alone.
As soon as they are alone the mood shifts. Lancelot looks into Tristan’s eyes. “Promise me you’ll try not to take that love potion?”
Tristan winces slightly, “I promise. I’d rather not fall in love with Isolde if I can help it. She’s nice and all but my loyalties lie with you. besides…Ysaye told me how that story ends…its not pretty.”
Lancelot can only imagine. He doesn't want to ask because he can already see the ending in Tristan's mind. Him and Isolde lay together in a barren field. Lancelot finding them both dead. He had been forced to bury them, planting a single rose bush on top of the grave to mark his love for Tristan and the thorns of the love potion.
Tristan finally manages to speak again, “Lance, promise me you’ll stay?”
“I promise.” He mumbles, pulling Tristan close. “We need to beat Arthur and send these kids back to their timelines…but I also need to have words with that ‘Guinevere’ lady. She is not who she says she is.”
“She isn’t who she says she is?”
“She’s the lady of Shalott, known for experiencing visions of the future giving her power…but she is also insatiably in love with me and I need those feelings cast aside now. Before they drive her crazy. She’s just a kid, I don’t want a kid. It's gross.”
“Right Ysaye did mention that…” Tristan thinks for a moment, “On another note, since we have kids now, that makes us one big family.”
“I guess that means I'll have to marry you then…just to make it official.” Lancelot jokes, “Just kidding, you know I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Lancelot du Lac, you will not joke about that! If it does ever come to pass that you have a son, I hope you would have the decency to marry me and make me a step father at the very least. I know I would do the same for you.”
Lancelot just smiles and kisses Tristan’s forehead, “Sure, prince.”
Tristan pouts, "I'm serious, we should combine the families. These kids obviously need stability. Have you seen how emotionally stunted your son is?”
“Hey, that isn’t my fault. Being emotionally stunted runs in my family.”
“True.” Tristan pulls him into a hug, “That’s why I love you. Kid or no kid.”
Lancelot makes a feeble attempt to push him away, “whatever. It's not like we have to raise them, they are practically adults.”
“They are teens at most and they need their papa.” Tristan puts his hands on his hips, “Now, as prince of Liones, the kingdom you are currently living in making you my subject, I command you to marry me Lancelot du Lac.”
“Yeah, Prince, I’ll marry you. We’ll make a big happy family.”
I can’t decide if I hate the children or if I want to nerd out about Arthurian legend and Galahad.
The moment I’m off work I’m going to have to start writing another one shot that satisfies both sides. Don’t know what it will be about yet, but I know I’m about to be a nerd.
Today I bring you a game called “which one is Lancelot?”
I swear Rou and Lancelot look so similar, though I could say the same for many characters in this series. I just think this is a fun little thing I found while doing research for a one shot I’m working on but I would like to hear crazy theories about why they look identical.
Today I bring you a game called “which one is Lancelot?”
I swear Rou and Lancelot look so similar, though I could say the same for many characters in this series. I just think this is a fun little thing I found while doing research for a one shot I’m working on but I would like to hear crazy theories about why they look identical.
Because I’m a nerd I added a little bit of Greek mythology for fun. I didn’t even realize how ironic it was that I chose to reference Apollo and Hyacinthus with the way Lancelot obtained his scar.
So uh finally updated my old one piece fanfic again. Thought I should post some fanart a friend drew for it because he’s talented and gave me permission.
Here’s a link to it for anyone wanting to read it:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45434299
Quick summary:
If Zoro was Mihawk’s biological son.
Longer summary:
Shanks never thought he would end up raising the son of one of the greatest swordsman in the world. He never even believed Mihawk would have a son. But to his surprise, he ends up raising Zoro and training him. But he couldn't just get stuck with one child, he ends up adopting three, Luffy, Zoro and Uta. He is running a pirate ship not a babysitting service!
Basically Zoro, the biological son of Mihawk, is raised by Shanks for a bit until Shanks decides to leave to go to the new world. Then he gets to become a feral child with Ace, Sabo, Luffy and Uta.
Mihawk just wants to know how his son ended up like this.
It’s pretty fun check it out if you like some fluff though fair warning it is old and you’ll see my writing style get better by newer chapters.
So I just finished reading the newest chapter and I had one thought after reading it…
So I’m sure everyone probably saw this but Cath specifically mentioned Ban as being a threat.
I find it interesting how he specifically singled out Ban. I mean we all know Ban is strong for a human but he’s not exactly the only super strong person we see in the sins.
I’m sure this is building up to cath using chaos to force Lancelot into murdering Ban. That’s just my theory based on what we’ve seen so far. It still feels a bit weird that Cath specifically calls out Ban.
Nerd ramble about the latest chapter and Guinevere
This is just going to be me rambling for a minute because I love history and I find this part of the manga interesting.
I just read the new chapter and one of the weird things I noticed (because I’m a nerd) is that they combined Guinevere with a character from Arthurian legend named Elaine (particularly Elaine of Astolat or Lady of Shalott) this version of Elaine is tasked with knowing the future (gift of prophecy similar to Guinevere in the manga). She was in love in Lancelot and died of her unrequited love for Lancelot. If I’m remembering correctly (because I remember reading one version of her story), Elaine was also much younger than Lancelot which gives her character more connection to the Guinevere we all know and hate in the manga.
I still cannot stand Guineveres character in the manga but I understand why they couldn’t keep the name Elaine because it would make the situation much weirder and give her many more haters.
Anyways, I always find it cool when they make these little connections to characters from the actual legends.
To cite my sources for anyone curious, the book I read about Elaine of Shalott was called Song of the Sparrow and it’s actually a good book with lots of fun Arthurian legend. And trust me, Elaine is a much more tolerable character than Guinevere.
