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“They made me see that the world was beautiful if you were beautiful, and that you couldn't get unless you gave. And you had to give without wanting to get.” T.H. White - The Once and Future King
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While Merlin waits, Arthur tries to rewrites his fate. The spirits in Avalon have permitted the Once and Future King to roam his past but when he realizes he can change some pages of his book, he tries to fix everything he did wrong. He tries to make Merlin proud in the only way he can: by making their destinies last a little bit longer. But destiny is a troublesome thing and he’s sure that no one can ever fix everything.
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Au/Future Fic; Arthur Pendragon, Once and Future King, is replenished and renewed following his 'sojourn' on Avalon. Thousands of years have passed and his knights are re-gathering, reincarnated and re-learning their roles. As the last member of the British Royal Family lies dying and Arthur prepares for his takeover, it is all observed by another whose fate was entangled with these men.
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They have almost nothing in common, but both boys dream of drowning; and sometimes, that's enough.
Written for Tumblr user sting-like-jelly for the prompt, 'Wearing each other's colors.'
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All it said was Arthur would return in Britain's greatest hour of need. It never said where, when, or under what circumstances he would return.
Still, Bedivere and Kay are positive the hotel named Joyous Garde is their first step in finding the others. Unfortunately, they're all too right.
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- Part 1 of Took my Boat Down to Hotel Road
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Flower Language by WeCouldPretend
Fandoms: Arthurian Mythology, Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms, Romans | Arthurian Romances - Chrétien de Troyes
12 Dec 2021
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Galahad's flower shop is having a slow week until a customer comes in to buy a very particular flower arrangement...
"Once in a blue moon, something properly exciting happened during Dead Week.
The bell tingled cheerfully as the door opened. Galahad looked up from the computer where he was playing a round of solitaire (dead week indeed) to find that his customer had already stalked up to the front desk.
“Hello, how can I help you?” Galahad asked politely, trying to engage calmly with the agitated young man on the other side of his counter.
“Yes. I need a funeral arrangement that says as close to ‘rot in hell you evil bastard’ as you can make.”