╰ ❝ if you’re ever in a pinch with training, lancelot’s your man to go to!
𖥔 odes to the iridescent moon ╎ 𖥔 word count﹕1.5k
𖥔 CONTENT WARNINGS﹕ fem!black reader , chubby reader , fluff , lancelot wants that cookie so effing bad , pre-established relationship , post-wallnack arc , use of pet names (pretty/pretty girl, sweets, etc).
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a sharp sigh falls from your lips, frustration etching itself onto your features. you huff out in displeasure, sitting against the floor, scribbling something into your notebook. lancelot watches you with amusement.
“having issues there, sweets?” he mused, crouching down next to you, smiling fondly at you.
your nose scrunched and eyebrows furrow deeply making you look like a cute bunny to him. he pinched your cheeks, lightly gripping the skin between his forefinger and thumb.
“don’t frown like that. your face will get stuck.”
you hold back rolling your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn’t tolerate that level of sass— matter of fact, he would give it right back; he’s petty like that.
“yes, i’m having a whole lot of trouble and I need to concentrate. you’re distracting me.”
“seems to me that you’re already distracted, sweets,” he plops down next to you. “you can always come to me for advice, you know? i’m training you guys for a reason,” he nudged his head over to the rest of your friends that were working on the “assignments” he’d given them.
it’s been about a little over a week since you guys had come down to the demon realm, and although most demons seemed to be pretty hostile (towards tristan more so than the rest of you), they were fairly hospitable and not that bad to be around even despite everyone’s differences.
in that time, lancelot had taken it upon himself to train you and the rest of the percival platoon; something about how all of your skill levels are mediocre and need to be improved. rude as usual, but true nonetheless.
“i know that you want to help, but i need to do this on my own…” you mutter, staring at the plant in front of you.
lancelot had suggested you expand your horizons with the plants that you control so that they aren’t limited to just the ones in the human realm. he occasionally brought you plants from the fairy realm to help you out and thought that being here in the demon realm who give you something new to try your hand on.
“we’re a team, you don’t have to do this alone.”
you wince when he flicks your forehead, but he then soothes it with his thumb, leaning in close. “I believe in you, sweets. but if you’re having trouble, then tell me. let me help you.”
“alright… i’ve not been able to get the stupid fucking plant to respond to me at all. i’m so lost, lance..”
he frowns at your downtrodden expression, tilting his head back in thought. “say, how do you normally get plants to obey you?”
“what?”
“you’re quite proficient with human botany, and you’re not that bad when it comes to fairy ones either. but it seems that you’ve reached a stump here. do you know why that is?”
“no, lance.. i don’t. if i did know, i wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“alright. the issue here is that you’re viewing the plant as a completely separate entity from you. do you remember what i first told you when we started to practice with plants from the fairy realm?”
in all honesty, he had gone on a thirty minute lecture about how you needed to know the plant inside and out; it’s anatomy, physiology, taxonomy, ecology, and other studies of plants. he went as far as borrowing books from hendrickson just for you to study with. thank the stars that nasiens was already on board the team, he was the most helpful when it came to helping you properly absorb all that information.
“you told me that i need to understand the plant on a personal level..”
“yes, i did say that, but there’s something else that i’d told you. can you remember, pretty?”
you pause, racking your brain. after a solid five minutes of your mind drawing blank, you shake your head in defeat.
he sighs but smiles softly. “you need to view the plant as an extension of yourself rather than something that’s separate from you. you have the ability to manipulate and conjure plants, but you’re limiting yourself. feel the plant, try to understand it and communicate with it. resonate with it.”
you have to admit, he has a point. so you sit up on your knees, and shuffle closer towards the demonic plant. it was various shades of blue with dramatic spiral patterns that seemed quite fantastical and befitting for a plant species of another world. you reach out to touch it, closing your eyes to get familiar with it.
lancelot watches you with a keen gaze, his eyes softening ever so slightly as his pupils dilate just a bit. for a moment, time seems to halt around him and you, the silence that encompasses you both is comfortable.
five minutes pass, then ten, and suddenly it’s been over an hour. during that time, lancelot had gone over to help donny and nasiens with their training, leaving you by yourself.
you feel yourself growing restless and frustrated. you’re out of your element here but there isn’t anything you can really do about it. lancelot is right in his belief to push your limits; having various species of plants answer to you would be advantageous during fights, especially now that arthur and his chaos knights have been making several appearances lately.
your frustration seems to be boiling over. your things ache, your back is stiff and your eyelid has been twitching nonstop for the past twenty minutes which is pissing you off even more. “for fuck’s sake! i can’t take this anymore!”
lancelot and the others look over to you in worry. they had sensed your growing agitation but you seemed to be getting a little too worked up.
lancelot, ever so sweet, is the first to be at your side. he’s rubbing your back gently and reassuring you softly that you’re doing okay. your eyes brim with tears of frustration which you desperately try to wipe away.
seeing your distress, he cups your face within his palms firmly. “hey, look at me. look into my eyes, pretty girl.”
when your gaze meets his, he thumbs at your eyes, brushing away the stray tears that had fallen down your cheeks.
“you’re alright.. you’re okay,” he carefully shushes you, squeezing your face slightly.
“this is so frustrating..” you lean into his touch, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. he smells faintly of lemon, the citrus smell bringing you comfort like a cool drink on a hot summer day.
“shh.. i know, sweets..”
“this dumb fucking plant hasn’t responded to me and it’s been over an hour! i’ve done everything you told me to and yet—!”
you throw your hands up in exasperation and it was at that moment that a surge of emotion magic erupts. the plant that sat not too far away from you, as well as every other plant within a 5 mile radius had now multiplied around the both of you.
“what the—“
the both of you sit there in stunned silence before percival breaks it.
“woah!!! that’s so cool! there’s so many of them!”
you look around at what you’d just done in disbelief then up at lancelot who was already gazing at you with a smile.
“see, you’re doing good like i said you are.”
you huff out a sigh, touching the plants that sprouted. their leaves twitch and seemingly reach out to meet your palm. you raise your hand, palm facing a good distance away from you as you beckon forth a flower. numerous vines swarm towards you, and loom around as if waiting for an instruction.
“show off,” lancelot murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before letting his arms drop from around you, one of them however rests on your hip, squeezing ever so slightly.
not too far off, you see nasiens examining the flowers and vines with percival at his side while donny was running away from a few of them that had gained sentience and began to chase him around. anne’s boisterous laugh was heard as she watched struggle. in short, everything had turned chaotic.
lancelot deadpans and gets up, brushing off his clothes before holding his hand to you. “i think we should call it wraps for today. what do you say, sweets?”
you take his hand, letting him pull you onto your feet, his hands resting on your waist to stabilize you.
“yeah.. that’s a good idea..”
“A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE GREAT, LOVEBIRDS!!” donny yelled over to you, jumping to evade getting smacked in the face by a vine.
“how did you manage to even piss them off?” you raise a brow, your hand raised in a placating gesture, telling the plants to stop. they leave him alone and drop to the ground.
“i didn’t think they would be sentient!”
lancelot shakes his head at donny and the rest’s antics; though as exasperated as he might try to act, you know that he wouldn’t trade you guys for the world.
“c’mon, training’s over! back inside!” he yells over, already guiding you into the demon king’s palace to call it a day.
anne, donny, nasiens and percy jog after you guys, all talking amongst themselves about something stupid, to which you find yourself smiling.
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.
Hey girl. Girl. Want to run that by yourself once again, because attending your own fake funeral and seeing your own fake dead body after an interrupted suicide attempt is literally insane, like what??? Simply having your death faked is one thing, being taken to your own fake funeral is another. Also along that line taking the girl who you stopped from attempting suicide only to convince her into selling herself to her own funeral is even more insane, Seth. Using that same suggestion spell to reimburse Chise's relatives for the funeral costs afterwards would've literally been way easier actually. What was this guy thinking.
Also, since every rite and ritual has its own significance in the inherently magical world of mahoyome, I wonder if there will be any consequences of Chise having had a funeral ceremony, even if it was fake?? Since she is a sleigh beggy I doubt she'd easily slip under the radar in such a case.
