#elyancelot

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I Wish They Ended Up Together Tournament - ROUND 1 MATCHUP 56

Percival & Elyan vs Makoto Naegi & Byakuya Togami

Percival & Elyan (BBC Merlin)

Makoto Naegi & Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)

Voting ended onJun 30

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Percival & Elyan

They're just so cute together 🥰 They are so kind and supportive, especially towards each other. There were definitely a couple moments in the show where I felt they had something romantic going on.

Makoto & Byakuya

Makoto is the hopeful, supposedly average protagonist of Danganronpa. Byakuya is the rich, arrogant heir who treats the killing game as a personal competition. At first, he sees Makoto as basically nothing: some random lucky student with no special talent. Then Makoto keeps solving cases. Again and again. He catches things Byakuya misses, survives being underestimated, and eventually becomes someone Byakuya can’t just write off.

Their Free Time Events are also ridiculous in the exact way this ship needs. Byakuya offers Makoto a secretary/assistant position with a massive salary, then acts like it was a test when Makoto refuses because he wants to find his own path. Like okay, sure, sir. Totally normal thing to do with the guy you supposedly think is boring.

Byakuya is horrible at expressing respect in a normal way, so he does it through tests, backhanded compliments, and “I’ll be forced to acknowledge you if you make it to the end” nonsense. Makoto, meanwhile, is one of the few people patient and stubborn enough to push through all that. They should’ve gotten a route where Byakuya realises his favourite rival is also, unfortunately for him, his favourite person.

"You're interesting!! Makoto Naegi, you're interesting!!!!" - incredibly normal thing for Byakuya to yell at someone

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[ID: Low saturation coloured sketch of Elyan and Lancelot, both dressed in dark red gambesons. Elyan is smiling towards the screen, while Lancelot is looking slightly down towards Elyan with a small smile. End ID]

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Elyan: This is Sir Lancelot, second best swordsman in Camelot. He's very protective of his friends. Try to hurt them and he will destroy you.

Lancelot: ...thank you...?

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There was a knock on the open door and Lancelot looked up, hand still buried in his hair. 'I thought you were out with the others.'

Elyan kicked off his shoes and wandered in, promptly closing the window. 'I got bored.'

It wasn't exactly a lie: he had whizzed around half of the town on his own beforehand anyway and spending much longer with Gwaine after being forced to spend one and a half thousand years with him and then house share would be a sure way to commit murder. But Elyan had also seen that Merlin was fretting about Lancelot -- and even Gwaine had been in his own way -- and had thought it would look less like Lancelot was being checked up on if Elyan were the one to return home.

'How's it going?' Elyan asked, peering across the table to scrutinise the watercolour.

Lancelot raked his hands through his hair -- there must have been some kind of enchantment in Avalon because it really was growing thick and fast -- and sighed. 'I don't know. There's something on the paper, but I don't know if I like it. And it feels different to the work they said they liked--'

Elyan walked out of the room and returned with a coffee cup. 'I brought you this. I thought it might help. You just need to try and not overthink it, or put too much pressure on yourself.'

Nodding, Lancelot gently accepted the drink. 'I thought we were banned from Costa.'

'We're not banned from every Costa in Bath. Not yet, at least.'

Lancelot had been about to take a sip. 'That was not a suggestion.' As Elyan grinned, he tilted back the drink and pulled it away soon after, eyes dancing. 'It's the gingerbread and cream latte!'

'Yeah, it is,' replied Elyan, trying to suppress his smile as he threw himself down on the sofa. 'Because it's now Christmas, not hot girl summer.'

'It's November.'

'Closer to Christmas than to hot girl summer.' Rummaging around in his pocket, Elyan pulled out something wrapped in a branded napkin. 'But I guess if it's too early to be Christmas, then you won't be wanting this...'

When he unwrapped a mini gingerbread man and lifted his head, Lancelot looked like he was about to cry. 'Elyan, if Gwaine ever does anything to upset you ever again I will help you steal his kneecaps.'

Elyan held the napkin out to him. 'Greatly appreciated.'

a ficlet set in the costa criminals universe to celebrate the return of the mini gingerbread men

[lit-in-thy-heart]

‘We could run,’ whispered Elyan.

Lancelot lifted his hand to cup Elyan’s cheek, leaving his fingerprints etched in blood along Elyan’s bone structure like blots on parchment. Elyan was about to ask why nobody had cleaned the blood from his partner’s hands before realising that Merlin and Gwaine had slipped away, Percival was standing guard over Lancelot at a respectful distance and Leon and Arthur were in a fraught discussion on the other side of the clearing. And Elyan had been preoccupied with trying to work out how to ensure Lancelot escaped the flames that had haunted his own nightmares as a child in Camelot.

‘I’m in no fit state to run, love. And we’ve both been running for long enough.’

‘You can’t leave me.’ Lancelot closed his eyes and Elyan’s grip on his body tightened. He knew there was the possibility that all he would soon have left of Lancelot would be the blood smeared across his cheek, but he wasn’t ready for it to be just yet. ‘Lance.’

‘You deserve a good life,’ Lancelot murmured, opening his eyes.

‘I have one. With you.’

‘You deserve to be free from fear, love.’ Lancelot was roaming Elyan’s face with his gaze, as if he was trying to commit it to memory like a gravestone. ‘You deserve that, at least.’

‘And you think sacrificing yourself for me is going to make my life free from fear?’ Elyan whispered sharply. ‘You think that I won’t be in a constant state of panic because I can’t see you and haven’t remembered that you’re not, that you’re not—’ He broke off, swallowing. ‘We could run,’ he said again. ‘Percival is easily persuaded, especially when it comes to you—’

‘Where would we go, Elyan? There’s no place for two disgraced knights of Camelot.’

‘Nemeth. You know Princess Mithian, we could go there.’

‘I wouldn’t want to drag her into this.’ Lancelot draped his arm around Elyan’s back. ‘Please, love, stop. It’ll be okay.’

Elyan closed his eyes. ‘Easy for you to say. You won’t be the one left behind. Please, love. Tell them the truth. It’s not your burden to bear.’

Lancelot’s fingertips were rubbing the bone behind Elyan’s ear. ‘You gave your heart to me, a little while back, and I wanted to give you something in return.’

‘Your life isn’t worth my heart, Lance.’

‘No, your heart is worth more. And it should be as unbroken as possible.’

[lit-in-thy-heart]

‘It was me.’

Even in his weakened state, with the blood matted in the roots of his hair and dusting his forehead, with a scarlet hand still pressed to the bandage around his midriff, Lancelot’s voice was commanding. It had been his voice that Elyan had fallen in love with first, with the way it had reminded him so much of the summer breeze, but all thoughts of love were now overcome with a growing sense of dread.

Arthur’s voice was not commanding. It was disbelieving and verging on desperate. ‘What?’

‘It was me. I used magic to defeat the attackers.’ Lancelot pushed himself further up against the log, face convulsing in pain. ‘I’m dying anyway.’

Beside Lancelot, Merlin flinched violently.

‘You’re not dying,’ Elyan sharply said. ‘And it wasn’t him.’

Gwaine was looking at Lancelot with deep lines running across his forehead. ‘You’re a sorcerer?’ His eyes slid momentarily towards Merlin, who was keeping his gaze deliberately averted. ‘But—’

‘You’re a knight of Camelot,’ Leon broke in. ‘You can’t...’

‘Just because we’re knights of Camelot doesn’t mean we can easily strip away every part of who we are to sacrifice our souls for the crown, for the idea of being worth something,’ Lancelot lowly said. ‘I thought that for a long time. I lost myself to the dream...’ He looked towards Elyan with exhausted eyes. ‘But I can’t lose some parts of me.’

Elyan could feel Percival behind him, could feel his own heart thundering, and he tried to moisten his lips before speaking. ‘It wasn’t Lancelot. It was me.’

[lit-in-thy-heart]

Elyan, before meeting Lancelot, had always hated strong wind. As a child it had carried the cries of the executions -- even though in hindsight they had been few and far between -- to his home, then when he had wandered alone it had always been a bitter companion. But when he had met Lancelot, there had been a source of heat to press himself again and a different breeze curling against his neck.

It was rattling the windowpanes, now, and Elyan looked towards the empty bed. He had lost count of the number of bitter nights he and Lancelot had fallen asleep entwined in one another on top of the sheets, shielding each other from the ferocious howling outside. Lancelot, tired but not wanting to force Elyan to get into bed too, would usually curl up on his side, limbs drawn close to his body, and allow his breaths to even out. Elyan, usually absorbed in a book, would absent-mindedly reach out and bury his fingers in Lancelot’s hair, stroking it back from his forehead, and would gradually inch further towards him as the wind threatened to slink in through the subtle cracks in the wall. The repetitive movement would lull Elyan towards unconsciousness and he would abandon his book to turn the pages of Lancelot’s pulse with his fingers and then, together, they would drift off into sleep with their dreams scattered by the candlelight.

The wind was screaming tonight and the bed was empty.

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I had a date

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Merlin (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Elyan/Lancelot (Merlin), Elyan & Gwaine (Merlin)

Characters: Elyan (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)

Words: 1397

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s04e02 The Darkest Hour, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Fluff, in flashback form, First Dates, Bittersweet Ending, as much as I hate to reference the mcu in any way shape or form, i did think of this quote while writing this, elyan is moronsexual, honestly if you don't wanna be sad just read between the page breaks Summary:

He felt like he’d had this great big something stretching out of him, such infinite possibility, and it had been wrenched away from him before he had discovered more than a small part of it.

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Elyan sat, on the bed that was too big for one and far, far too big for none, twisting a bracelet of plaited leather between his hands.

He knew no one would find him here, no one would want to be in the dead man’s chambers so soon after. He himself felt half wrong there, but he had just wanted to remember just a bit, what they had, short-lived though it had been.

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They’d had their first date just the previous week. They'd slipped away one evening and wandered hand in hand through the forest, sharing the odd story from their travels but often with long silences stretching between them. There wasn't much you needed to say when this was how you'd both spent a good deal of your lives. Wandering, drifting in the green and gold light.

Just when they'd wandered as far as they could, Lancelot stopped and turned to him, his expression anxious and serious.

“I worry it seems I am only doing this because I once had feelings your sister. As though you are the next best thing, or the closest to her I can get.”

Elyan blinked. Ok, so they were going there.

He’d heard about all that of course. When they’d first returned to Camelot the twice-knighted knight had been the talk of the town, and he’d pieced the story together from Gwen and Merlin and Arthur’s tales. But Gwen was very obviously in love with Arthur now, and Lancelot had spent all his free time with Merlin or doing extra training by himself.

That had changed somewhat, as the weeks wore on and he and Gwaine had persuaded- ok maybe bullied him slightly- into joining them and Percival at the tavern sometimes. And quickly Elyan had found not his nobility or his bravery nor his skill with a sword to be what interested him, though certainly they did not hurt.

No, it was his wit, his humour, the mischief he hid so perfectly behind an even smile and a demure manner, but jumped out at such delightfully unexpected moments. He was not so much one for pranks, but more for wicked jokes murmured under his breath, ridiculous dares, and duels for various Round Table members’ honour against knights of the nobility that were twice his age and experience. And every quip, every cheerful grin through a bloody nose, had thrilled Elyan more and more.

Their friendship had established itself within a month or two, but it was only recently that Elyan had become aware of rather more pressing feelings. This was inconvenient to say the least, especially because Lancelot was a man of mystery, still disappearing off with Merlin at least twice a week, and he didn’t want to be hung up on someone unattainable.

Still, never one to give up so easily, he’d begun tentatively flirting with him, and had been delighted to find it returned. Not so much in words, but in little pastries left on his desk when he got back to his room, books tied in ribbons, and once a new bracelet, the leather braided in a way he did not recognise save from one he’d Lancelot himself wear before. Subtle smiles and secretive looks, his leg pressed against his when they sat together in council, that was how they had courted for several weeks, and every hint made something warm and slow and sweet grow in Elyan’s chest.

And then a note, meet me by the Darkling Woods with a lance drawn underneath it in place of a signature because he was more of a dork than anyone would believe. And here they were.

“Do you think I would have agreed to this, started any of this, if I thought that?”

Lancelot considered. “No. You have too much self-respect for that.”

Elyan would have snorted, not exactly being the poster boy for high self-esteem, but Lancelot was kind of the king of idiot selflessness so he let it go.

“My feelings for Gwen were a long time ago,” Lancelot continued. “She is with Arthur and I am happy for them and that’s it. She is wonderful of course, but… I like you for rather different reasons.”

He smiled. “Oh?”

“Yes. You are sarcastic and reckless and such a smartmouth-“

“And here I was expecting compliments.”

“You see!” His face was lit up in a proper Lancelot smile, wide and toothy and almost childlike in its uninhibited delight. “I think you’re incredible. And very very handsome.”

He laughed. “Well, likewise. You’re audacious and wicked and you can be such an idiot, it’s fascinating.”

Lancelot laughed too. Elyan moved so he was in front of him and took his other hand too. Then he just stared at him, at the way his dark eyes traced his face, the smile on his face that had turned soft and contemplative as he considered him in return, at the way the shafts of dying light  turned his skin golden and his hair reddish. When Lancelot’s eyes had dropped to his lips he’d stood on tiptoe and pressed them to his.

They'd gone back to his room after, Gwaine catching them as they’d made their way back along knights’ corridor to Lancelot’s room and winking suggestively, but they’d just laid on his bed and kissed some more, talking about nothing important. And without realising it Elyan had dozed off right there beside Lancelot on his bed, and had got to wake up to his shy, sleep-creased smile the next morning.

They hadn't kissed a week later when Lancelot returned to them with a miraculously healed Merlin, not exactly being at the big reunion public display of affection stage yet, but Lancelot had embraced him. And when they’d moved off together he’d kept a hand on his back, and even with the uncertainty swimming inside of him it had made Elyan so irrationally happy.

When they’d settled down they’d laid their heads on opposite sides of the same log so their faces were right next to each other, and once it had got dark Lancelot had brushed the lightest kiss upside down on his cheekbone, pulling a soft laugh from him. He’d angled his face so his next one landed on his mouth, and they'd lain there in the darkness trading strange soft silent kisses til they'd drifted off to sleep.

And then- well yeah.

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There was a soft knock at the door and it opened to reveal Gwaine. Right. When he’d said nobody could find him he hadn’t counted Gwaine. The knight had been comforting Merlin all the way back just like Elyan had Percy, and he had assumed he’d still be with him.

"Hey El," he said quietly. "Can I come in?"

He nodded vaguely, and he came over to him and sat down beside him.

"Shouldn’t you be with Merlin?" Elyan asked after a minute.

"He’s with Perce,” he answered. "I think it might be good for them. Shouldn’t you be with Gwen?" he returned.

He shrugged. “She’s with Arthur." His sister. Drenched in guilt and crying her eyes out. Of course he couldn’t talk to her about it.

He nodded, and they sat in silence for another minute. "I'm sorry," Gwaine said eventually.

Elyan's shoulders tensed a little. "Course you are. He was our friend." Was. That was the most tragic thing about death. The inevitable, irreversible shift to past tense.

"Yeah, I just- I know you two were…"

Elyan shut his eyes. "Not really. He was so much more our friend than he was ever my-“

He just felt like he’d had this great big something stretching out of him, such infinite possibility, and it had been wrenched away from him before he had discovered more than a small part of it. He couldn’t cry, it felt wrong to cry which was ridiculous because they had been friends for a whole year.

And he had wept, for his friend, his comrade, who he had trained with and fought with and laughed with, they all had, the cold night air heavy with muffled sobs. But this, this he could not cry for. He’d barely had it, just a few brief weeks of dancing around each other when they could’ve been-

He just felt empty. But after a bit he shifted sideways and leaned into Gwaine, and he put an arm around him and they just sat in silence.

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i'm not entirely sure how this elyancelot fic is gonna go but it's not going to be great for either of them