galahad the pure

When students leave my class on the first day

They’re like:

(or any day, really)

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A little Tristhad for @hannigram-a-b-o-library​‘s Summertime Slick event, day 7: Surprise Heat.

Also on AO3.

The stupid thing was that, for once, he hadn’t even been thinking about kissing Tristan. Normally it was all he could do to stop himself from claiming that tempting mouth, poppy red and – in Galahad’s imaginings, anyway – petal soft, working itself into that curling smirk that brought his breath short. He had devoted long hours to constructing first kisses in his mind: some deep and lingering, some gentle and faltering, some filthy-sweet and wet. And all perfect.

Instead, in the end, he kissed Tristan for the first time by clumsily smashing their mouths together because the omega simply wouldn’t shut up about how Galahad really needed to relax with himself while he was fighting. The way his upper lip rolled into a sneer as he – yet again – berated Galahad for the limits of his moral perspective was entirely unbearable. Galahad simply couldn’t stand it for a second more, and so had elected to grab Tristan by the shoulders and kiss him until he stopped talking.

Which, in Galahad’s defence, did do the trick.

The moment their lips touched, Galahad felt Tristan freeze beneath him. His stomach twisted as he realised what he had done, how disgusted Tristan must be with him. Still, he held his lips against the other knight’s for a moment longer, trying to memorise the feel of them in the only opportunity he would ever have.

Galahad pulled back slowly, tensing in preparation for a well-deserved punch. What the hell had he been thinking? Not much, apparently. Apart from stop talking, you beautiful bastard, and stop telling me unpleasant truths about myself, and please stop pouting in my general direction. Frankly, he’d probably punch himself for such idiocy if Tristan wasn’t going to do it for him. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced for impact.

Any moment now.

Any… moment… oh.

Galahad opened his eyes to the sight of Tristan’s back retreating into the distance, leaving him completely un-punched. And oddly disappointed. Being knocked out wouldn’t have been his preferred result of kissing Tristan (that would be Tristan kissing him back and then dragging him bodily into his quarters so that they could explore what else they could do with their mouths), but at least a punch would have been… something. No reaction at all was just hurtful.

Galahad dragged a hand across his beard and decided that if he couldn’t have Tristan inside his mouth, he would settle for a drink instead. Several, in fact.

“Any idea what’s up with Tristan?”

Galahad lifted his head from his beer – somewhat reluctantly, given that he’d only been allowed to get one decent pull at it – and tried not to look guilty as Gawain sat down opposite him. “Why should I know? I haven’t done anything to him.”

Gawain gave him a bemused look and said, “Never suggested you did, Gal, the hell are you on about?”

“Nothing.” Galahad ducked his head in embarrassment. “Don’t know. Anyway I never know what’s up with the man. Complete mystery to me.”

Gawain leaned over to peer into his flagon. “How many of those have you had, pup?”

“Not so many I couldn’t land a punch.”

“Fuck’s sake Galahad,” Gawain said, staring at him, “you’re even touchier than usual today. Between you and Tristan, must be something strange in the air.”

That had Galahad’s head snapping back up. “Why? What has Tristan said?”

“Hasn’t said anything. But Dag says he saw him fling himself – fully clothed, mind – into the lake and stay submerged until Dag thought he’d have to go in and rescue him.” Gawain relaxed back into his seat and chuckled. “I know he’s always a little insane, our Tristan, but sounds like he might really have cracked this time.”

Galahad grabbed hold of Gawain’s arm and shook it roughly. “And did he?”

“Did he what?” Gawain asked, pulling his arm away and glaring at Galahad.

“Did he have to go and rescue Tristan?”

“Oh, that. No, he came back up eventually, shouting bloody murder apparently. Refused to come out, too, just growled at Dag until he left him be.” Gawain chuckled again, apparently amused by Tristan’s antics, and then swivelled in his chair as a commotion broke out at the front of the taverna. “O-ho, looks like the lady of the lake has emerged.”

“What? What’s going on Gawain?” Galahad asked, standing up out of his seat to try to see through the crowd and contemplating knocking Gawain over so he’d get his huge, blonde head out of the way.

And then, suddenly, Tristan was standing in front of them, so wet he was dripping, clothes clinging to the planes of his body, and glaring at Galahad with a feral expression and a sneer on that fucking mouth that caused Galahad’s cock to twitch traitorously beneath the flaps of his pteruges.

Galahad opened his mouth to say something, to ask if Tristan was alright, but the omega stared him down into silence. “Actions have consequences, alpha,” he growled, sneering out the last word. Then, without any warning, Tristan grabbed Galahad and slung him easily over his shoulder, Galahad’s head coming face-to-face with Tristan’s arse. Which brought two things swiftly to the young alpha’s attention:

  1. Tristan’s backside could have been carved from marble.
  2. It was not just water Tristan was soaked with.

Galahad breathed deep and moaned, helplessly, as the scent of Tristan’s slick filled his nose. It was all he could do not to bury his head in the curve where Tristan’s back met his buttocks, not to trace his tongue against the sodden fabric of his trousers where it clung to his flesh. The omega smelled glorious, like sun-warmed earth and pine forests, and the faintest trace of molten iron, the scent of weaponry clinging to Tristan’s skin. All thought was replaced by the need to be filled with that scent, and Galahad ceased to struggle, content to simply be wrapped in Tristan’s presence as they continued towards the living quarters.

Tristan stalked into his room and deposited Galahad unceremoniously on the floor, which knocked enough sense back into him to be able to figure out what was happening.

“Heat,” Galahad murmured, near-unaware of his surroundings, “you’ve gone into your heat.”

“Yes,” Tristan growled, looming over the bewildered alpha. “Your fault. I tried to staunch it,” he said, gesturing to his damp clothing, “but the damage was done. So now you will be learning about responsibility, little alpha.”

“My fault?” Galahad stammered, gaping at Tristan as he turned away. “How the hell is it my fault? Tristan, I… what the fuck are you doing?”

Tristan finished pulling off his tunic and turned to glare witheringly at Galahad. “You think I should stay in my wet clothes, pup?”

“No, that’s… no, of course not. But while I’m… and you’re in…” Galahad was having great difficulty remembering how words worked while Tristan was revealing more and more tanned and taut flesh, and with it releasing more of that spectacular scent that was making Galahad’s head spin with desire. He wondered if trapping him in this room with a heat-fevered omega he couldn’t touch was meant to be his punishment for the kiss.

If it was, Tristan was even more of a sadist than he’d thought.

Completely naked now, Tristan stalked past Galahad and crawled onto his bed, leaning his head down onto his forearms and raising his ass in the air to make quite the most appealing picture Galahad had ever seen. “Come on then, alpha,” Tristan spat, turning his head to fix Galahad with a glare, “get on with it, don’t piss about.”

Galahad’s mouth flapped open and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. “You want me to… you want me to mate with you?” The question came out as a squeak.

“Whether I want you to or not is irrelevant. I’m going to need a knot and since you are the reason for that unfortunate necessity, you are going to provide one.” Tristan lowered his head back to his arms and growled, “Unless you have a problem with that, Galahad the Pure.”

Galahad stared for a second. It would be easy, horribly easy, to simply undress and slide into Tristan, already slick and open with heat. To take his pleasure and feel Tristan tight around his knot and-

“Fuck, yes I have a problem with that!” Galahad snapped, causing Tristan to whip his head round, eyes narrowed and fierce. “I don’t even know how you think I’m responsible! All I did was kiss you Tristan, that…” He trailed off and simply stared at Tristan for a moment. “You can’t possibly… Tristan you can’t think that was enough to set you off!”

A growl came from low in Tristan’s throat and he sneered, reminding Galahad uncomfortably of the moment he’d kissed him. “Do not flatter yourself, pup, it was due in a few days anyway. You simply nudged it closer, any alpha taking such liberties would have had the same effect.”

“One moment of foolishness and you choose to punish me like this?” Galahad felt anger rise inside him to mingle with his dashed hopes. “I knew you were cruel, Tristan, but this I would have said was beyond you.”

“Punish you?” Tristan finally twisted out of his position and flew off the bed to confront Galahad. “How is this punishment? Any alpha would jump at the chance of a wet, willing hole, do not claim you are any different.”

“How little you think of me. I would rather be nothing at all to you than that.” Galahad took a breath and calmed his tone. “I will not be just a knot for you to fuck,” he said, voice low and bitter, the words forced out between gritted teeth.

“Why kiss me at all then, pup?” Tristan sneered, unmoved by Galahad’s words. “To humiliate me? Control me?”

“Because I love you, you stupid bastard.”

The silence that followed his words tasted sharp and painful to Galahad, his heart held exposed within it. It filled the room, pressing close and uncomfortable against his skin until he had to say something.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to… to take advantage. I’ve thought of kissing you so often, I don’t know why I did it today, I just couldn’t stop looking at your mouth, and I wanted… and I always want to, so I don’t know-”

Tristan put his hand over Galahad’s mouth to stop his babbling. “Hush, pup, I’m thinking.”

Galahad stared at him and tried very hard to resist the urge to lick at Tristan’s skin, so warm and so close and covered in the scent of his heat. He wanted to suck the flesh into his mouth, to taste the salt of Tristan’s sweat and slick mingled together… but it would not do to make such a mistake twice in one day, he might as well roll over and let Tristan kill him if he did such a thing.

“You love me, you say.” Tristan lifted his hand, and allowed Galahad to reply, yes, to his question before replacing it. “For how long?”

Again he removed his hand to let Galahad speak, and Galahad felt he did an admirable job of not chasing after it. “Training,” he managed to choke out, “when you taught me to use my bow.” He expected – hoped, a little – that Tristan would replace his hand, continue playing his game of questions. Instead, he dropped his arm by his side, looking unconvinced.

“We were nothing but children, Galahad. This is nothing more than a crush you speak of.”

“I thought that. I hoped it. I knew you would never return my feelings and so I prayed for them to fade. But they only grew as we did, every time you showed me up in a fight, every time you drank me under the table, every time you were kind to that stupid bird of yours.”

Tristan frowned at that but let it pass. “And after all these years of pining, you kissed me today because?”

“Because you wouldn’t stop arguing with me! And your mouth, it does this thing where it curls at the edges when you’re telling me how stupid I am, and it drives me crazy Tristan, I can never think when you do it, and I always lose every argument because I can’t stop looking at your damn mouth and mmmmmf!”

Tristan, apparently, had decided that kissing someone to shut them up was a very effective method after all.

It was not, as it turned out, any better a kiss than their first had been. Galahad was entirely too stunned to respond, his hands fluttering around Tristan’s waist but not brave enough to actually touch, and his mouth remaining stubbornly closed against the heat of Tristan’s. It wasn’t until Tristan flicked his tongue sweetly against the seam of his mouth that Galahad finally woke up enough to realise what had happened, but he could only chase after the press of Tristan’s lips as they pulled away, and Tristan regarded him with amusement.

Amusement and, Galahad realised with a start, nervousness. Trepidation. Fear.

“It’s ok,” he said, his hands suddenly working again and clasping Tristan’s arms. “I’m not going to run off. I…” Galahad suddenly remembered something terribly important. “Tristan, did you really jump in the lake to try to stop your heat?”

Then Galahad saw something he had never expected to in all his days.

Tristan blushed.

“I thought… perhaps if I could lower my temperature…” He hesitated, avoiding Galahad’s eyes. “I was not ready to deal with what a heat would mean.”

Galahad placed a finger beneath Tristan’s chin and drew his eyes upwards. “You said it meant nothing, that any alpha would have brought it on.”

Tristan looked at him. “A lie, pup. My heat isn’t due for weeks.”

“Then… how?”

Tristan tucked an errant curl behind Galahad’s ear and smiled at him fondly. “Because I’m in love with you, you stupid bastard.”

Galahad could only stare at Tristan, trying to take in the words. “Oh,” he said, eventually, living up to the name of stupid. “Really?” he added, after a moment, not really doing anything to raise his reputation in terms of intelligence.

“Yes, pup.”

“Oh.” Galahad felt a smile, wide and silly, spread across his face to match the one on Tristan’s. “I love you too.”

“You mentioned that,” Tristan teased.

“Yes. Sorry. Think I’m a bit stunned. And your scent… Fuck, Tristan, you’re in heat.”


“Which means we should… if you want to…”


“Right now?”

“Yes, alpha, my alpha, right fucking now.”

Their third kiss, Galahad was thankful to discover, was indeed the charm.

Premise: Because I rose to the challenge of speaking entirely in limericks, the GM decided to put me in more and more positions wherein I would have to perform, just to mess with me. We were at a royal ball for this particular instance.

GM: *steepling his fingers like an anime villain* You have been asked to perform. Remember your restrictions.

Me (OOC): Like you would ever make me forget. I take the stage and begin to play my lute.

GM: Roll for Perform


Me: Now I tell you a tale
       Of some Pythons and a Grail
       We start in Anthrax,
       A castle, true facts,
       With virgins begging to be nailed.

GM: Are you seriously doing Monty Python and the Holy Grail right now?

Wizard (OOC): I cast Amplify Voice on him. I want the entire kingdom to hear this.

Me: Galahad was a knight quite pure
       His leanings, indeed, demure.
       Anthrax ladies seemed querulous,
       His position, quite perilous,
       Indeed he needed a rescuer.

       Enter Lancelot to the fray!
       He kept the horny ladies at bay.
       Galahad was dragged
       And Lancelot bragged
       About how he saved him that day.

       Yet still, Galahad groaned,
       for, if about Lancelot he had known
       he wouldn’t consider it sin
       if he decided to put in
       to eight score ladies, his bone.

*the entire table starts laughing, with the obvious exception of the GM*

GM: I’m going to give you 500 points of RP experience for that, but only because of the appropriate use of the word “querulous”.


In Arthurian legend, Sir Lancelot is “The Brave” and Sir Galahad is “The Pure.” Therefore, it is fitting that Eggsy does not earn the title of Lancelot and instead goes on to take Harry’s place as Galahad, as Eggsy demonstrates repeatedly in the film that he is pure of heart, and Roxy earns the Lancelot title by conquering her fear.- (x)


Galahad and Lancelot

I’m sure I’m going to make some people miffed with this portrayal of these two, but whatever.

Instead of the absentee father, I went with Lancelot being an awkward single dad raising Galahad while juggling a career as a warrior. I’ve been inspired by Corvo and Emily (Dishonored) and Bobby and Hank Hill. Actually, if I had one way to describe them, they’re both like Bobby and Hank Hill, just because Lancelot sometimes has the emotional depth of a teaspoon and raising a girl is extremely awkward when you’re a general of some army and the best friend of a king.

Galahad is still a cute, happy child and rather make emphasis on chastity or whatever as a part of Galahad’s purity, I place an emphasis on Galahad being, well, pure of heart because she’s a kid and this goes back to the idea that Galahad is connected to the paranormal Cauldron of Rebirth because of her being a child and kids are believed to have more a connection the spiritual world. Galahad will become a very bad ass knight one day thanks to her dad. While Lancelot isn’t the most affectionate father, you bet he is a papa bear with his kid.


Anyway, Lancelot and his family are Sarmatians that settled in Gaul! I borrowed this idea from the 2004 King Arthur movie. But it says that the Sarmatians were Iranian people so I felt like it would be more fitting to, uh, you know, make them look like that. The armor is really hard to find, let alone a child’s clothing. Galahad’s clothing is a hosh posh of things but the armor for both of them is taken from Sarmatians/Scythian/Alan armor.

All of these things are a pain in the ass researching, fyi.

Okay but A Kid in King Arthur’s Court. 

Eggsy steals the car and is knocked out in the crash.

Eggsy ends up time traveling to King Arthur’s Court and wicked right?

Only goddamn does he miss proper toilets and he doesn’t even know what is going on with the food.

And it turns out Arthur is a super dick.

But magic is real and Merlin is fucking aces so Eggsy spends all his time with him as Merlin can see that he’s clearly from another time. And Merlin tries to gain all the knowledge he can from the traveler.

And then Galahad shows up returned from a quest and he is as beautiful and noble as the stories always suggested.

So colour Eggsy surprised as hell, when he walks in on the pure Galahad sitting on Merlin’s lap and them kissing desperately. They are terrified at being caught, but Eggsy being 21st century is all chill, my time that’s totally cool, you guys can even get married now.

They look at each other and then Eggsy and ask if relationship with 3 are treated similarly.

“Nah, I mean they happen, and people are supposed to be cool, but judgmental wankers everywhere. But you ain’t going to be like in trouble or nofing for it. Why?”

And Eggsy ends up in bed with them. They fall in love and Eggsy learns to sword fight and he teaches Galahad to Parkour and then the final battle happens and just as they are about to reach him, Merlin and Galahad watch as Eggsy fades away.

Eggsy wakes back up in his life in that car like no time has passed. He’s taken to lock up and demands his one phone call. But he realizes he has no one to call. So he orders a pizza.

The cop comes in furious and lets Eggsy go. Eggsy has no idea what is going on, until he sees a posh man in a suit paying for his pizza.

And it’s fucking Galahad.

“I go by Harry now.” He says before Eggsy can talk. “Merlin, is of course still Merlin. Here is your food. Now come along.”

Eggsy follows all the way to the tailor shop, holding the pizza.

They sink through the floor and eventually make it to Merlin, who is now bald.

“Sorry lad, I know ye liked the hair. But making us immortal until we could find you again has some costs. Used almost all of my magic.”

“Do you know how frightfully boring the Victorians were?” Harry grumbled.

“I dreamed you. All of it was just a fucking dream?”

“Or magic used to be real, and we used the last of it to make it to you. Oh and become super spies who save the world.” Harry grinned. “Want to join?”

“Hell yes.” Eggsy said, and pulled his two fairy tale heroes close and didn’t let go.

Holy Grail

Which Knights of the round table would the gang be from Monty Python and The Holy Grail?

Hux: King Arthur (because they are both ginger!).

Phasma: Sir Bedevere the Wise.

Poe: Sir Lancelot the Brave.

Rey: Sir Galahad the Pure.

Finn: Sir Robin the-not-so-brave-as-Sir-Lancelot.

Kylo: The Black knight.

Luke: Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film.

Nerd Moment: OUAT & the Holy Grail of Excalibur.

The wonderful and incredible writer of @mgcircles @wedlakeserenities asked me to Nerd Moment the Holy Grail and I couldn’t say no. If you are not 

The idea of the Holy Grail has been around for thousands of years. We have seen in it everything from Arthurian Legend, Templar history, Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade and Dan Brown’s writing. During Nimue OUAT took it’s turn in creating it’s very own version of not only the Grail legend but Excalibur and even the Spear of Destiny. 

In every version of the Grail legend the cup,which is the most common image of it, can give life. In Indiana Jones, Indy brings the cup to his father so he can drink and heal his wound. In some Templar legend the Grail is not a cup but the Gospel of Jesus Christ but in most it is the Holy cup. The Templar’s searching for the Grail is a story that became popular during the height of their existence. Some even have written that the Grail is the womb of the woman who birthed Christ children because after all he was a Jewish Rabbi and would have followed his traditions. The most notable Grail legends of all are the ones that come from Arthurian legend. Coming from Arthurian legend the idea of Excalibur being forged from the Grail makes complete sense. 

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Eggsy is fucking me up if only because he’s 100% a portrait of negative stereotypes of poor working class Britain on the surface but that’s never TREATED as a negative, not except by stuck up snobs, every choice Eggsy has made has been related to his family, everything he does is an effort to do the right thing, of course he couldn’t possible be Lancelot, of COURSE he’s Galahad, the pure hearted.

I just

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