#leoncelot

Leon/Lancelot | T | 1k | Canon divergence, shade Lancelot, supernatural horror elements | ao3

Summary:

Merlin has been watching Lancelot since his return. It’s too good to be true, too convenient, the timing too delicate, and he’s been acting oddly ever since. If that wasn’t suspicious as it were, Gwen seems to be distressed about it, and that’s enough for Merlin to go poking about where he shouldn’t.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lancelot/Leon (Merlin), Background Gwaine/Merlin - Relationship Characters: Lancelot (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin) Additional Tags: Fluff, Self-Esteem Issues, Sharing a Bed, Platonic Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Lancelot has magic, Lancelot Lives (Merlin), Magic Ban Lifted (Merlin), Getting Together, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Lancelot: did it hurt, when you fell *pause for dramatic effect like Gwaine told him to*

Leon: You saw that? But yes, landed pretty badly on my shoulder

Lancelot: *shoots Gwaine a panicked look while Leon looks at his own shoulder while talking*

Gwaine: *shrugs*

Leon: It’s still bothering me, but it’s so minor and I don’t want to bother Gaius with it

Lancelot: I could help… you know massage

Leon: really? 🙂 Should find some place to sit so you can reach

Lancelot: *shoots Gwaine another panicked look while Leon turns to walk off*

Gwaine: :DDDD *thumbs up*

Comforts

Some modern au Leoncelot hugs because why not? You can decide the context yourselves!!

Leoncelot -- Leon and Lancelot adopt a lion-ocelot hybrid

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Lancelot is trying to repair the relationship he has with his father. It does not go well.

Luckily, Leon, along with Lancelot's older siblings decide to help him.

-- @aliceinwhumperland‘s whump words of the day

I don’t even ship Leoncelot but I have binge read so much by @gremlinbehaviour recently that this just happened...

Lancelot’s yell echoed around the clearing as Leon collapsed, and he attacked the two bandits cornering him up against a tree with renewed vigour. One fell to his blade and the other turned and fled.

Lancelot looked around the clearing, ensuring there were no more men hiding behind trees or in the undergrowth. No, they were alone. He let his grip on his sword loosen and hurried to Leon’s side.

Leon had taken a particularly nasty hit from a large bandit whilst his back was turned fighting another man. The large bandit’s axe had bitten deep into Leon’s side, slicing through chainmail to cut into his waist. Of course that hadn’t stopped the First Knight, who quickly defeated the bandit he had been fighting before whirling around to slash his sword across the chest of the large bandit. Only once both threats had been dispatched had Leon faltered and fell.

Lancelot rolled Leon onto his back, not liking the sluggish way Leon’s eyes tracked up to his face, or the fact that the ground beneath him was looking horribly red.

“They gone?” Leon slurred.

“They’re gone,” Lancelot reassured him, pulling the sliced edges of Leon’s chainmail apart to get a look at his side.

Leon flinched and groaned. Lancelot apologised but continued peeling Leon’s shirt away. The wound was deep. Yanking off his cloak, Lancelot pressed the red cloth to Leon’s side, pressing as hard as he dared.

“How bad?” Leon ground out between gritted teeth, trying to lift his head and look.

Lancelot placed a gentle hand on his forehead and pushed him back down, his fingers tangling in the blond curls.

“Bad enough, we’ll need to get you to Gaius soon.”

Lancelot didn’t want to worry Leon but he was not happy about how the blood was seeping through his cloak. He needed to get him to Gaius now. He pulled the two ends of the cloak free from the wadded part covering the wound, winding them around Leon’s torso to hold it all in place.

He had to lift Leon to get the cloak bandage around his back and Leon groaned and let out a whimper as he did so, curling away from Lancelot’s hands.

Lancelot’s heart ached, he hated to see his friend flinching from his touch, when usually he accepted it so readily. He murmured apologies as he tied the ends of the cloak together, pulling it tight.

Leon cried out, his back arching slightly with the pain before he collapsed back down. Lancelot pulled him to his chest, cradling Leon’s head and shoulders.

“It’s alright, you’ll be alright,” he muttered, hoping like hell he was right. Leon blinked up at him, pain clear in his eyes.

“Thank you, Lancelot.”

“Of course.” Lancelot let his head bow, his forehead pressing against Leon’s for a moment before he straightened. “Now, can you get up? Please don’t make me drag you.” He said the last line with a half hearted grin, trying to make Leon believe it was just a joke. But he knew if it came to it, he would definitely drag Leon if that was the only way to get him back to Camelot now.

Leon let out a little puff of a laugh, even though it looked like it hurt.

Lancelot stood, griping Leon’s arm to help him up. Leon stumbled as he got his feet under him, but Lancelot put an arm around his back to steady him and lift him as his long legs straightened, sending his tall frame into a slouched standing position.

Leon leaned heavily against Lancelot’s shoulder, which wasn’t made easier by the fact he was quite a bit taller than the other knight. But Lancelot’s hands were strong and steady where they supported him, guiding his arm around his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he coaxed gently. “Now, let’s get you back home.”

“I can’t, I –” Leon staggered, his legs wobbling and only Lancelot’s strength kept him from crumpling back to the ground.

“I’ll drag you,” Lancelot threatened lightly.

“I’m gonna fall…” Leon’s voice had gone quiet and slurred. Lancelot tightened his grip around him, trying to keep his hands away from the cloak tied around his middle.

“Just focus on your feet, one in front of the other,” he told Leon softly. “I’ll keep you up.”