Micchi-sama

If there is a world where we are together more than now, I would like to be part of it.

[micchi971]

Once again this year, there will be LanceTris week to celebrate the ship 🙏

The event will start on 27 April and end on 3 May!

Once you have posted your contribution, use #LanceTrisWeek and #LanceTrisweek2026🫶

Rules:

-There are no time limits.

-You can use only one, two, or all three themes of the day, or you can use none of them and just use your imagination!

-We accept: fanarts, fanfictions, drawings, edits, cosplay, and any other type of contribution 🔥

-Other ships are welcome, but the focus must be on LanceTris!🦊🐰

-We don't care about the seme/uke, it can be LanceTris o TrisLance or LanceTrisLance, we just want see Lancelot and Tristan together🤝

-WE DO NOT ACCEPT THE USE OF AI OR ART STOLEN!!!!

I hope you will have fun ☺️❤️💙

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Lancetris week!

Day 7!!!

Wedding

[micchi971]

Omg this pose 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

[micchi971]

LanceTris week, LAST DAY 🥰

Day 7: Modern AU 🫰

[heuknari]

Day 03: Cosplay - Mr. A's Farm! 🍳🐣

Poor Tristan, Lancelot didn't let him fulfill his fantasy,but it's for the best if he still wants to sleep by his side and eat the delicious meals he prepares.

[micchi971]

🤭🤭🤭🤭 majestic 🤣🤣🤣

[micchi971]

LANCETRIS WEEK DAY 6: Villain AU!

I also wrote a fanfiction for this theme, i hope u like it 🤭

Summary:

"In a world where, sixteen years earlier, the Demon King had managed to gain complete control of his son’s body, he killed Elizabeth and almost all of Britannia’s warriors.

Two years before her death, however, Elizabeth gave birth to Tristan, who was raised by his grandfather to be a demon as ruthless and cruel as himself.

The demon clan has conquered almost all of Britannia, but there is still one kingdom that manages to rebel against this tyranny: the kingdom of Benwick.

The holy knight Lancelot meet the prince of demons, and just as 3,000 years earlier, this simple encounter will change the course of the holy war."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84184331/chapters/221996541

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LanceTris Week day 6

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)

Anyways here’s the fic:

Prompt: Villain AU

Read here on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39372897/chapters/221943316#workskin

Or read below:

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.

[micchi971]

Jajajajaja the Villain theme is my fav of this week for sure 😭

[micchi971]

LanceTris Week Day 5: Snow ❄️

[micchi971]

Hi, everyone! This is a quick one-shot about the day before the final battle for Lance and Tris.

Is for the theme "Medieval" for the day 5 of the LanceTris week! I'm late but 🤭

Warning: there a bit of sex, and Lancelot is the bottom this time 💞🙈

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84155456

[lumi-idk]

LanceTris week Day 5:

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.

Prompt: Snow

Read here on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39372897/chapters/221774891#workskin

Or read below:

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.”

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Awww! I love it!

[micchi971]

The best ever 💕💕💕💕🗣🗣🗣🗣

[kanarthysworld]

Lancetris week day 5 : ❄️ SNOW ❄️

"Let it go...let it go"

[kanarthysworld]

Lancetris day 6 : Villain AU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TRISTAN TOO !!

[micchi971]

MY FAV ART

[heuknari]

Day 04: Childhood.

Since that fateful day, Tristan has never stopped searching for you, Lancelot. He knows you would never get lost on your own.

[micchi971]

Literally the best childhood friends ever 😭😭😭

[micchi971]

I love Ysaye 🤧🩷🩷🩷 my grandson, i official adopt him and give it to at LanceTris lol

[tripwee1]

So day 3 cooking

Tristan stressing Lancelot out

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Yep Tris will burn u're house, Lance 😭😭😭

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LanceTris week day 3:

I finally managed to stumble in with my cane (I’ve been doing this for too long lol but the LanceTris fanfics must be written!)

Here is todays one shot where Lancelot owns a restaurant and Tristan wants to convince him to be his personal chef.

Read here on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39372897/chapters/221426716

Or read below:

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.

[micchi971]

STOP WHAT IS THAT OMG JTATS5 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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Lancetris week

Day 4

I wrote another chapter (ik it’s been a while) if you lik this the others are on my profile…somewhere(I should really create a link…)

He Loves Me

Not

I’m beyond happy he couldn’t see my thoughts

I wonder if he’ll come

I hope he does

Why am I thinking about him like this? I’ve been aroace my entire life, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I feel myself wanting to be around him, not caring if he puts his hands on me

That’s sounds kinda nice

I blushed at the thought but quickly shook it away. Instead of getting lost in those dangerous thoughts, I picked up that dagger from earlier

Can’t believe I laughed over some healing magic

I don’t remember being that sensitive to it, I mean I’ve always had some tolerance, but not that little.

Okay now I’m second guessing myself

I was so lost in thought, so busy flipping that dagger and smiling like an idiot to even realize my surroundings, to dumb to hear the steps behind me, to focused to listen to the thoughts around me. And me, the Knight Of War, jumped out of my own damn skin, dropping the dagger in the process

God I just jumped like three steps

Hell I’m nervous

“For the love of God how long have you been there?” The smile pulled at his lips, the very same smile that made me forget that I was staring at him in his doorway, that smile that I purposefully tried to ignore but never ended up working

Don’t smile at me bitch

I tried to hide all those nerves under that mask I wore, yet at this point it wasn’t effective, I had it bad, and it seemed everyone but him knew

“Long enough.” My face went a little red, I hated how much the mask broke around him, how he broke those walls without even trying. I’m Lancelot, the boy who people fear, and I’ll keep saying it, but I shouldn’t like someone like this, I shouldn’t crave their smile, shouldn’t want their hands on me in places I shouldn’t say, I shouldn’t crave the taste of their lips

Yet I do

I do everyday, I find myself wanting to know every inch of that body, I found myself thinking things I shouldn’t, things I’m so happy he couldn’t hear.

“You looked all peaceful smiling like that…” I snapped myself out of those thoughts, pulling my hood over my head just like I did yesterday

God I tend to do that a lot

“But…I’ll leave you alone on that. My mom-mother said you wanted to talk to me about something.” I almost laughed at that cute little stutter, he always got embarrassed about calling his parents that, and oh I never let him live it down, yet I pushed it away for now

Don’t need anything else he can use over my head

“Oh, uh…yeah…” I rubbed the back of my neck, hood still over my head, I was clearly nervous to anyone within this training grounds

Good news it’s just us then

I hate how much he effects me, I’m sitting here not getting nervous over a battle or something I should, I’m getting nervous over something as simple as

Him

Yet it’s not simple at all, it’s anything but, I didn’t even know I could feel this, I didn’t even know I could want someone like this, I thought I pushed all these thoughts and feelings away years ago

Apparently not

“I-I heard about this thing happening…your mother told me they were having this big party this Friday…she told me I had to come, you know as a knight in training and all. I-It’s a dance…and I remember you weren’t always the best on your feet. I was wondering if you’d want me to teach you…you know…how we used to.” I looked up at him with this bashful look in my eyes, I hated how shy this made me

It’s just a question, and he’ll most likely say no

“Why not.” He shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world

He’s just being nice. Nothing more

Am I? Is this all because I’m playing nice? I’m starting to second guess myself, is this all just a nice act?

But I’m feeling things

I never felt this before, I don’t know what it means or if it’s even normal, yet by the way Isolda, Chion, and Jade acted I just assumed

What if I assumed wrong?

I pushed those thoughts aside, I couldn’t have them here, where someone might be able to hear, you can’t trust anyone I guess

“Really?” A soft smile pulled at those lips

Those perfect lips

No that’s wrong

Yet so right at the same time

Don’t stare

I didn’t think he actually wanted to do stuff with me

Oh you have no idea

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, giggling nervously. “Why not. Plus I need it.” I let out a small yet embarrassingly audible gasp, a sound that was somewhere between with laugh and a satisfied sigh

No no Tristan. Stop thinking those things

How I hoped he wasn’t thinking the very wrong things I was feeling

My face flushed pink at the very thoughts I shouldn’t be having, at the thoughts that shouldn’t exist within my mind

Why was he so embarrassed about this?

Oh trust me. You don’t wanna fucking know

“So when are we doing this?” I heard myself say, meeting those beautiful opposite eyes, my face was as natural as my pink eyes. Yet I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew the meaning now

“Meet me under the lanterns tonight after everyone is asleep…alone preferably.” He swayed on his feet, a smile pulling at those god awful lips

Great. Another reason to full my thoughts

“Yeah sure.” A smile twitched before I was able to mask it, I shook it away, but I knew he saw, he was staring at me and I hated how coward his gaze made me feel

Why dos he hide something so sweet?

“Don’t call it that.” I hated how harsh my voice came out, I was composed, back to the shell of a boy he once knew. Yet he was getting to close, finding out to much

Distant

God i’m such a dumbass

“O-Okay sorry.”

Don’t be

I felt bad enough to slip away, honestly I don’t even think that’s why I left with his eyes down, I don’t have a reason, I just couldn’t take the feeling of vulnerability under those amazing eyes.

I slipped around the corner, close enough to hear his voice. It was midday, someone had bound to hear. Yet for some reason I didn’t care to much

“Lance why?” I put a hand over my mouth, keeping any servants from seeing the grin I wore. His words were frustrated yet playful, I knew he was gonna ask about the dagger thing. That was a story for another time

I heard him slap his face, not intended to hit himself that hard, I heard his little grunt of pain and let out the smallest of giggle. Yet I didn’t care even as I read his mind and knew he was smiling at my corner

I didn’t care

I finally got myself out of that writers block I was in, I’m working on another chapter, I wanna have it done for Lancetris week, but I doubt it

[micchi971]

Awa another beatiful fic 💕 thank uuuuu🫂🫂🫂🫂

[micchi971]

Sleepover for a couple!

Day 4: Relax and cuddling 🫂💕🍵

I've always wanted the LanceTris to wear Hello Kitty pajamas! 🤭 Skin care, ramen, tv and cuddling with your boyfriend is the best 💖🤧