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So proud to have been published in this lovely Zine!

• Mordred can not swim

• Water terrifies him.

•However, his magic works best in the water. He came from water, he’ll return to water, he is a creature of the water.

•He hates that he’s so drawn to it. He doesn’t even fill bathtubs up all the way.

•Galahad helps, when he shows up and after they get together.

•Gallie loves the water. The convent he was raised at had a lake, and there were rivers nearby. He loves swimming.

•He invites Mordred more than a couple times, Mordred always turns him down.

•One day, Mordred admits why he won’t come

•Galahad teaches him how to swim, because of course he does.

I did it. 

Chapter one of the fix-it.

Summary: “Where is he?” The tent flaps flew open as Galahad stormed into the war council’s tent. The core war council was circled around a table there, covered in charts and maps, wrapped in armor and red cloaks. This was the mechanism behind Arthur Pendragon’s war machine, and it was turned north. The occupants of the tent had all fallen silent at his demand, and were staring at him. There, on the opposite end of the table, sat the King himself. Seated, crown abandoned, staring at him like he’d seen a ghost. “Galahad? Galahad is that you?” The grail knight nodded, acknowledging the astonishment on everyone's faces as he advanced into the tent. “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”

Galahad's back from the dead and ready to fix whatever the hell happened in the three years he'd been absent from his family. Now recovered from what the Grail did to him, he's arrived in Arthur's war camp on the eve of the battle of Camlann in a last ditch attempt to break the spell that holds his partner bound. He's got his work cut out for him if he's going to put an entire civil war to a stop in the course of a couple hours.

We have an Arthur/Lancelot/Guinevere drabble coming

Hey do all of you remember that flowershop story I was writing like two freaking years ago? WELL I JUST ADDED A CHAPTER. THE VIRUS MADE ME DO IT. 

please go read it, I crave validation

LOOK MORE GALAHAD/MORDRED TRASH! THIS TIME BY ME!

I wrote this instead of sleeping because I got sad. Go read it. Please. Help me find the inevitable spelling errors that exist. This is mostly just fluff with some very light angsting and very heavy hurt-comfort involved. Also I gave Mordred a balisong because I am very Filipino.  

Summary: Sir Galahad hates court life. He hates people throwing their daughters at him for marriage. Most importantly, he despises being called 'Galahad the Pure'. When court life gets to be too much, he does what anyone would do and goes to sulk in Guinevere's private garden.This garden is used for two things. 1: Clandestine meetings. 2: Private Meltdowns

CAMLANN PART ONE CHAPTER THREE IS UP! PART ONE IS COMPLETE

Battle’s Eve; Loyalty Only To Me

Summary: 

The brazier in the tent flickered, throwing deep shadows around the space. This too, was wickedly familiar. Mordred had crowded his camp bed up against one tent wall, and shoved the desk down towards where the light was best. The same setup he’d always used on campaign. And Mordred. Mordred was standing dead in the center of the room. Staring. The shadows bounced off of his face - too thin, too gaunt - making his face look like a skull. In that moment, Galahad wanted to scream. This was a ghost of the person he loved.