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Bedivere of Fate. Semi Selective, OC friendly. .

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     “Yeah, the only thing you miss is your own lance shoved up your arse.”

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     “And your tongue wags so easily one may think you are a dog.”

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It's not like I missed you, but my aim is bound to improve. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unlike you, I always hit my target. 

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly-- Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground--The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible

Is this why you left the knights, Kay.

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯

     “...” 

     “What the hell did you do this time, Kay?”

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guinevere:[searching through the crowded hall] oh no i think i lost arthur somewhere

guinevere:[cups hands] LANCELOT SUCKS

galehaut:[in the distance] WHAT DID YOU SAY, I'M GOING TO END YOU

gawain: [just behind here] WHAT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

guinevere:well that didn't go as expected

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Good...yesterday’s events had been avoided flawlessly. 

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     “Cau dy ceg gwirion.” 

     “Dylai chi wybod pryd i roi'r gorau i cyfarth.”

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Today’s subject: Sir Bedivere [Person]

Source: Fate/side material (2004-1-30), p.061

Fate Dictionary

The knight who tended to King Arthur’s last moments.

The last knight, who returned the holy sword to the lake by his king’s decree.

The mention of King Arthur’s knights brings to mind names like Lancelot, Percival, and Galahad, but they are actually relative newcomers, recruited specifically for the holy grail quest.

Of the knights who accompanied King Arthur from the very beginning, the most famous are Sir Kay, Sir Gawain, and of course, Sir Bedivere. In fact, they possess histories even longer than King Arthur himself.

The model of Sir Bedivere is thought to be the ancient Celtic warrior, Bedwyr.

Oh, and this is just a digression, but he never realized that Artoria was a girl.

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               ❝ It seems the hands of fate has given us both a treat. ❞ He sighed, a breath so drawn out he might have held it in for years. A gesture of relief, for Bedivere was the same man he saw in his memories. Still so loyal and valiant. 

❝ This world sees no value in the likes of me and you, the image of a king being momentous is long gone. But frivolous as it may be, nothing would bring me greater joy than to have you serve an oath for me once more. ❞

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At his King’s sigh, Bedivere would give a slight bow of his head, exhaling ever so slightly. Truly, t’was his King, and he’d have none other. He remained quiet and attentive to the other’s words, nodding once more. 

     “A treat...perhaps. But we must keep an eye out lest the treat turn out to be poisoned. Even at a time like this, I must be wary of my surroundings. After all...I will not see my King fall.”

A pause.

     “Little value in legends? No matter what the time or age we are in may be...you will always my my King. You are the one I’ve chosen to follow. You and you alone.” A contented chuckle. “But the joy should be mine, to have a purpose once more. Gladly I shall bend my knee for you and swear to be your Knight once again, my King. That would be....the greatest of honors.”

[the-sacred-now]

Me: What’s your worst nightmare?

Gawain: As in, what has been my actual worst nightmare, or as in, what’s the worst case scenario I can concoct?

Me: Probably the latter.

Bedivere: Is it a world in which no one elucidates exactly what is meant by a question?

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Some Lancers’ responses to being stabbed.

“Are you making a pun of my divinity stat by making me holey?”

“Wtf master that’s not cool”

“Oh, not again.”

“I’ve been waiting for this what took you so long”

“Alright, I may have deserved that one.”

“Do you want this back or can that be my new Noble Phantasm now.”

“If I die, I’m suing Gilgamesh”

“I love to die and be killed.”

Laughter. Actually laughing not saying the word because that’d be weird.

“Okay but have you considered: not doing that?”

Various angry noises.

“You’re making me stain the carpet and that’s kind of rude.”

“Fuck you, Grail.”

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                ❝ Bedivere, my knight, how long has it been since we last sat down in peace and talked of memories past? In this grail conflict which has brought many painful endeavors, to see such a familiar face once more in nothing short but a blessing from God himself. ❞

@beduier

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     “My King...”

     “It has been far too long. To see you once again, I can die happily with no regrets.The times may be calm at the moment, however so...this is nice. I have prayed many a year, many a day, for your soul to be safeguarded. To see you like this...perhaps you are right.”

     “My King...to be your Knight once again is a blessing from all that is Holy.”

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@beduier

♐ ] Death didn’t come with a crashing boom, but a gentle knock on the door, whisper of air saying it had finally came to time. Calm pulse did little to reflect within, but muster not more than so as fingers lightly brought eyelids to seal shut one final time in tranquility– what more of a wish could be asked than to put the king to rest her final time.

Though of course, knowledge expected such a moment couldn’t have gone undisturbed, a certain loyal knight was to eventually make their way back after accomplishing the task they were set to do. Thus upon the arrival, stature would show no friction of worry, a let loose air he’d been holding back. “Afraid you’re just a tad late.”

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Twice before had he reneged against his King and failed to throw Excalibur back to the lake from whence it had came. Finally he had performed the task for his King, only to return to...a stranger. A stranger standing by his injured King. Leaping off of horseback, he’d land to the ground, disregarding his own injuries and grasping the hilt of his sword. 

Everything was still. The only movement was the breeze, causing his cape to sway, revealing a lack of one of his arms. His gaze was fierce, glaring accusingly at the stranger, before startling at the man’s words. 

Too late...?

His gaze would fall to his King, who would be still. Too still. His heartbeat would freeze for a moment, and then fall. Too late? He could have been here...if he’d been faster...if he’d succeeded in ridding himself of Excalibur the first time. He just...didn’t want to throw away the sword...because it would mean he’d throw away his King. His gaze, trembling as it would, would return to the stranger.

His King would never be able to tell him he did his job well. 

     “...Who...?”

One word was all that would be said. One word before he threatened to break apart. 

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It had been on the mind of the soft-spoken blonde Lancer for a while now. Not only was the one clad in black not right in his mind, but he was …different. Only a few days ago, Bedivere noticed what made him feel this way. It was a normal, lighthearted conversation among comrades in arms when he caught the red-eyed man smiling and showing his inhuman canines clearly.

A werewolf.

That realization had been nagging away at him ever since then. It was brazen, but he wanted to see it for himself and ascertain that the black Lancer didn’t pose a threat to others. Naturally he didn’t want to spread any rumors or cause a panic which ruled out asking the other servants. So the knight followed him on this full-moon night, although this trek merely led him to the others apartment.

Thinking about what he was doing right now felt shameful, but someone had to.He climbed up the fire-ladder to the floor where the lights just went on. Finding a way to that particular window had been a little more difficult. Just as he reached the balcony, a scream and howl echoed from the inside. Wide-eyed he swallowed and immediately peeked inside, weapon ready in case—

—oh…

Soft giggles followed and Bedivere now feeled like a tool. His shoulders dropped in disbelief as he stared at Vlad sitting on the ground in front of a TV with a little girl by his side. He didn’t question who she was, he was more occupied by the fact that the person he was stalking merely played a video game while the child was snuggling up to him and watching.

The blonde took a step back and felt his face turning red. Ashamed that he suspected a fellow Lancer of unconsciously posing a threat to his surroundings and of having stalked him all the way here. He jumped off the balcony immediately, berating himself for doing something stupid like this. Hopefully Vlad didn’t notice his presence. Hopefully no one did.

This never happened.