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    Grantaire's voice curls as though he’s laughing at a private joke. “You seem… alive?”

    “Why wouldn’t I be?” Enjolras asks. When Grantaire doesn’t answer, just shrugs, Enjolras finds himself pressing, “Why wouldn’t I be alive?”

    Grantaire looks at him directly for the first time. There’s no warmth in his expression, no amusement or affection, nothing Enjolras is used to seeing there. “Why would you be? It’s been four years, dude.”

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    30 Mar 2026

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    “Courfeyrac says you do have passion,” says Enjolras, her eyes all dark and mesmerizing. “So why don’t you ever show it?”
    “I don’t know,” says Grantaire. “Honestly, most of my energy gets wasted on art or pining, you know?”
    Grantaire’s a hopeless romantic. It is part of her personality. Everyone knows this. Their friend group has stopped asking the requisite questions on the matter and just started handing her volumes of longing poetry.
    “The art is useful, you should keep that,” Enjolras says earnestly, which at least is an achievement. It took hours of Grantaire and other group members pontificating on how art movements were essential parts of historical unrest and uprisings and cultural shifts for Enjolras to appreciate art. Unfortunately, she now categorizes art as 'tool of war.' Grantaire doesn’t know how to explain to her that it’s a tool forged from yourself. That the blade’s not always sharp or capable of being wielded or cutting. It is unreliable—just like Grantaire. “The pining, though,” she continues. “That has to stop. So. Who is it this time?”
    “This time?” says Grantaire dumbly. “Who?”

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    30 Mar 2026

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    A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

    This story was inspired by the thought of Prince William of Wales (and indeed the current Max von Hapsburg) studying at the University of St Andrews; it is also, as the title suggests, at least a little inspired by the operetta 'The Student Prince'.

    Grateful thanks to Lamardeuse and DarkEmeralds for Beta and cheerleading!

    ::2019 note: This story was written BEFORE the TV show introduced the character of Gwaine. It's not that I can't spell, or that I'm perversely writing him out of character - I incorporated other characters from Arthurian legend (Kay, Gawain etc) into my story, and lacking prophetic abilities, my versions naturally don't mesh with the versions subsequently introduced into the show.::

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    One summer day during the Long Peace, Caranthir finds himself unexpectedly visited by his brother.

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    Then the swan-ship was still, for only the two of them were left alive on it. There were other bodies, many of them. The fighting must have been fierce. Maedhros looked at Fingon, and Fingon at him. They had been close in friendship once, but they had not spoken to one another in many long years. Not since the day when Fëanor had held a sword to Fingolfin's breast, before the gates of the house of Finwë.
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    Fingon does things for love, from Alqualondë to Thangorodrim.

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