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“And when matins and the first mass was done, there was seen in the churchyard, against the high altar, a great stone four square, like unto a marble stone; and in midst thereof was like an anvil of steel a foot on high, and therein stuck a fair sword naked by the point, and letters there were written in gold about the sword that said thus:—Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born of all England.”


(I am Matt-Murdock-in-his-dumpster levels of trash at this point)

“You’re a wanker, you know that?”

Lance turns his head to find Merida standing in front of him, closed fists on her hips and scowl on her face. It’s the first time he’s seen her in a dress in the few years they’ve know each other, a striking different from her usual jeans-sneakers – she looks pretty, red curls all around her face, blue dress hugging her body. He has no idea why she bothered dressing up, since she came as his platonic date and punched his shoulder when he asked if she wanted to take an official prom picture. It still stings, she has a mean right hook.

A pissed off Merida is a terrifying Merida, and Lance knows better than to reply to her answer. Especially knowing that, yes, he very much is a wanker, thank you very much.

He’s been sitting in a corner all night long, just staring at her – so beautiful in her red dress, her tan skin shining in the dim light, her laugh swallowed by the loud music but her grins warming him from the inside out. She looks particularly radiant now, her prom queen crown on her head as she chats happily with her girl friends – Ruby, Mulan and Marian all there to congratulate her. (Emma is nowhere to be seen, but Lance saw her and Killian sneaking out hours ago.)

“Just ask her for a dance.”

“She came here with Arthur.”

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