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( backtrack to when lancelot first came back to camelot w/ @twxarthur )

   lancelot laughed along with the other knights as they fooled around in their training. two of them were horse-playing and lancelot watched from the sidelines. after so many years in the lady of the lake’s kingdom, it felt good to be around other people. not just her or her strange minions. sometimes, it felt like a dream.

   his return to camelot was strange to say the least. he didn’t remember it. he was eight when he left. he was nearly twenty-four now. camelot was to be ruled by arthur soon. arthur was an infant when he left. and now he was training to be a knight that would protect arthur. he hadn’t had a chance to really meet him yet. he saw him when he bowed in front of the king and offered his servitude. 

meme | still accepting ! | if you want to turn it into a para, let me know.

( au-ish: after uther dies )

    lancelot stood beside arthur, his expression low and grim. like all of camelot, he felt the lose of the king, but more than anything, he felt for arthur. arthur was the last pendragon now. he was now the new king of camelot because of his father’s untimely death. illness waged a far greater war on uther than anything else.

   arthur seemed seemed unsure of where he stood as a king. he was loved by the people of camelot, but as a prince, not as a king. this was something that no matter how much studying he did, would never truly prepare him for what was now before him.

   a whole kingdom.

   as they stood on the balcony, overlooking camelot, lancelot could only imagine the mix of emotions running through his friend and king. there was so much he wanted to say, but none of it seemed right. in all honesty, he wished he could just offer the other a hug, but in such an intimate moment of sadness, no matter what lancelot’s feelings might want from him, he would not make such a gesture.

   hesitantly, lancelot reached out, resting his hand on arthur’s shoulder. he felt the other tense under his hand, but he soon relaxed. lancelot squeezed his shoulder as a sense of relief, “it is a lesson you have to learn, but i will stand beside you. i will bare you hardships as best i can.”

   he offered a small smile and a nod of encourage. his heart clenched, wanting to do more, but he knew his place. 

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yoongi is much more used to meetings in places he fits in. the dark, grimy sort of places where people look less normal, less inviting. where people are more inclined to sneer and snarl, where altercations often end in violence and gore. yoongi belongs there, with all the other monsters in the guise of humanity.

but instead, his client requested something less cliche. something less normalized for this sort of thing; and stein isn’t too fussy. it had been a kind enough offer that made sense (no one’s expecting a drug deal in a cute cafe) to stein, and it was nice to have a change in scenery from time to time.

it still nakes him feel awkward, the slightest bit of discomfort in his gut. he’s perched in a seat, studying the table as his fingers pick at each other under the table. he feels like his limbs; mismatched and out of place. he exhales through his nose, mouth shifting under his mask as shuts his eyes.

it wouldn’t be so bad if he hasn’t been waiting for nearly an hour now. his eyes narrow as they stare at his phone, awaiting a notice, a message. his eyes flicker outside every once in a while, wondering if he had been set up for something, for failure; but it’s far past the appointed time, and if this were a bust, he’s sure he would have been apprehended sooner.