Arthurian fanfic meme
This is an arthurian fanfic meme.
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A fanfic meme is a way to write new fanfictions with new prompts and requests.
It is quite easy, after reading the rules you may post a prompt and/or fill any of the other posted prompts.
You can post anonymously if you want but it is not necessary.
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Bonus point for Bedivere helping them : D
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English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes.Kay was looking at Arthur on the training field. It was well past midnight and almost everyone had gone to sleep by now. The only people still wide awake were mainly the guards and drunk, though Kay doubted this last category could count as wide awake. This night he wasn't any of those categories, this night he had just wanted to wander around the castle to clear his thoughts. It had been a strange decision that even he was not sure he understood. Usually the best way to clear his thoughts was to get drunk, really drunk and pick a fight. This technique never failed to work on him but this time he somehow knew it wouldn't, or rather he felt it wouldn't work because it hadn't the previous time. So he decided to try a technique Bedivere had told him about: walking in the silence of the night with ones thoughts. So far it had done him no good, ( ... )
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His voice was cheerful and easy going. There was no hint of the tone of his royal voice. It was Arthur, little Arthur that grew up with him. Kay felt almost happy at this thought, but the pain of losing him was too close to his heart for happiness to win.
"And what a surprise to see you here."
Arthur laughed.
"Well, you taught me that I needed training to be perfect and midnight is a perfect time to train as the fields are all mine and no affairs of the state is likely to call me away."
Kay couldn't supress a smile. Yes, he had told Arthur that million times after beating him to exhaustion. It had been a happier time then, just the two of them and the whole wide world to conquer. Just the two of themArthur reached Kay at the fence. Kay could see the sweat running down his cheek from his damp hair and for a moment lost all ability to think. Luckily for him it was dark and Arthur didn't notice his staring at the drop of sweat ( ... )
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Hoping he sounded gentle, Gawain replied, "It isn't going anywhere. When your leg heals up, we'll go back to see it. Right now, we've just got to try to get back inside unseen." He looked across the faces of each of his brothers. If they were caught, there would be a beating for each of them - even Mordred, whom he knew Lot would blame for this excursion. It had been his idea, but Gawain had allowed it to happen. He pursed his lips and started back across the beach. The rest of the Orkney brood followed after, Mordred bringing up the rear with his shirt and boots in hand. Gawain heard him talking with Agravaine, the latter complaining loudly about "babies ruining everything". ( ... )
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I really enjoyed your words and this little unauthorized excursion of the boys. You wrote the dynamics between them very well and it was a real pleasure to read this little story.
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Bonus points if it's Mordred doing the kissing. Even more bonus points if the kiss makes Sagramore forget his English.
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Sagramore smiles a little. It does hurt. To be honest, it hurts worse than his arm does, even half-healed from the fight with the Saxons. He hadn't thought being unseated would feel so bad; after all, he's taken tumbles from his horse before, probably a dozen times, and it always shakes him up but it never really hurts. It's different, though, when someone hits you with a lance. He can see that now. "Is he gone ( ... )
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Sagramore sighs and clenches his teeth dutifully as Mordred starts to feel around his left hip, which is the one he landed on. Mercifully that's all there is to it: Mordred sits back on his heels and says, "All right, nothing broken."
"I said."
"Insufferable know-it-all," gently.
Sagramore looks up, surprised. Mordred has called him a lot of names, most of which he's probably earned, but never in that tone of voice. He grins hopefully, and Mordred rolls his eyes and folds his arms.
"Very insufferable," Sagramore agrees. He doesn't actually know what the English word means, admittedly. Perhaps it isn't an insult. Perhaps this means they really are friends now, even equals, and not just a clever young man with an idiot sick child tagging after him. He realises suddenly that Mordred is looking at him with the same gentleness, and he wonders if his expression betrayed what he was thinking. If Mordred knows now how childish he often feels ( ... )
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Lyonors knows that the black sheep of the family is Lynette. And she knows well that this makes her the perfect bride. That is one of the reasons that lead her to that mess.
Being the prisoner of the Red Knight is no fun at all. Probably it is also her fault because she didn't manage to find a decent husband before stories about her virtue and beauty went too far (reaching the ears of that Red Knight).
It was not that her parents didn't try. They did, of course, but they died too early and all the castle's responsabilities fell on her uncle's shoulders.
Her uncle has always been too good with the little Lynette and Lyonors and he has always felt that Lyonors should marry only someone she really liked.
Lyonors was not stupid so she perfectly know that she has to marry. She wasn't even picky. She didn't care much about a man age or his features and men found her beautiful enough ( ... )
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