Lancelot and Tristan

You were friends with Lancelot and Tristan for as long as you could remember. You were always the balance between them, since they often acted like idiots: teasing each other, arguing about everything, and clashing over opinions. Even so, they were great friends, and when needed, you were always there for each other.

Over time, they both began to develop feelings for you, but, stubborn as they were, neither showed it. They knew the other probably felt the same way, so they preferred to remain silent… for now.

You were accompanying the Four Knights of the Apocalypse when a strange magic separated you. You looked around and only Tristan and Lancelot remained. The others must be somewhere else, so the first thing to do was get your bearings. “We need to decide which way to go,” you said, surveying the forest. “Left is the best option,” Lancelot affirmed. “My instinct says right!” Tristan protested. “Your ‘instinct’ led us into a trap last week,” you scoffed. Tristan persisted , and you finally gave in. You moved forward… and, to no one’s surprise, ended up in an unfamiliar village in the middle of a celebration. They were just looking for lodging when you approached to ask. Unfortunately, the man you spoke to was drunk—very drunk. He barely understood you, staggered, and pointed his bottle. "If you complete the dare... I'll let you stay for free! "he stammered with a hiccup. "Dare? "you asked suspiciously. "Three-way kiss! "The crowd erupted in cheers. Lancelot froze, expressionless, but his ears turned noticeably red. Tristan nearly choked on his own saliva; they would both kiss the girl they liked , but they would have to kiss each other too. Just thinking about it gave them chills . They tried to escape. Tristan proposed a sword fight. Lancelot tried to negotiate with his "this is ridiculous" face. You, in desperation, offered to wash dishes. But nothing worked.