Crop of a lil ol' HEU drawing
(Tristahad, uncensored on Patreon)
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Need a little Tristhad fix?
🎥 We're streaming KING ARTHUR in our Discord server this Sunday, March 10th at 8 PM ET. All bottom Will enthusiasts are welcome! Hope to see you there!
🖥️ — Discord
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Galahad the Nymph 🌿, Tonny the Baby Boy 🍼, and Jesus’ #1 Baby Girl Cal ✝️
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a far, forgotten country // 4.6k, T, Tristhad
pre-canon, huddling for warmth, hurt/comfort, mutual pining
“You’re drenched,” Tristan murmurs at his ear, dragging his palm over the stomach of Galahad’s tunic. The fabric hangs limp beneath his touch, smacking sloppily against Galahad’s knees with every movement.
“Well, as you’ve all attested,” Galahad says, his voice snapping out brittle and sharp as a flood of apprehension sours to venom on his tongue, “my clothing leaves much to be desired.”
Galahad and Tristan have grown distant over the years, but a chance at reconnection comes in the form of a shared bedroll and a long day in the cold rain.
Read it now on Ao3!
A late fill for @folieadeuxserver‘s Fluff & Feelings Bash
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TRISTHAD COOKIES
no beard because they looked bad :(
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It takes Two by @devereauxsdisease final part!
I have the great honor of having an amazing friend that gives me fanfic and I give her art back because I love it and she inspires me SO MUCH.
Love you Dev and I love the heu family here.
Of course they are my favorite rare pair.
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King Arthur 2004!!!
Listen I’m back on my bullshit again to nobodies surprise, someone come talk to me about King Arthur 2004 I am BEGGING you here- I’m so lonely in this hell pit!! Someone come talk to me about Tristan and Galahad and how they CLEARLY have some kind of history and I can tell you about all of my headcannons that I’ve slapped onto Tristan because he’s underdeveloped but I love him anyway!!! Or better yet someone come talk to me about the homoerotic tension between Lancelot and Arthur and how desperately Lancelot loves him!!!!!
And best of all if someone roleplayed those ships with me I would swoon!!!
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All hail the Kings
Some kind of weird medieval/ancient greek/fantasy au
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Tristan, Galahad, and Isolde
So due to my Hannibal love right now, I watched King Arthur, and seeing as I’m a big fan of Lady Hawke, I got the idea that Isolde the hawk is “Abigail” cursed to be in her hawk form by day, Tristan a wolf by night, and Galahad starts trying to help them break the curse, and of course all three fall happily in love and nobodies neck gets cut....
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🍂 We can never go back home 🍂
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HannibalHallow Day 6- Knights
When thinking of knights Tristan and Galahad come to mind.
@idontfindyouthatinteresting @matildaparacosm
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"This wasn’t how is was supposed to work. Growing up, he’d heard all the legends about warriors who fell in battle being reborn, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this."
After a traumatic fall, Galahad wakes up to find himself thousands of miles away from where he should be, cradled by a man he though was dead.
This fic was a lot of fun to write, it’s based on @camilleflyingrotten‘s centaur au, and written with her gracious permission.
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Tristan and Galahad. Camping in the rain. Please.
The Rain Shapes You
“Outside. I told you to leave that outside.” Tristan’s voice could barely be heard of the rain pounding down on their tent but Galahad heard him just fine. “It is never going to dry out there and I’ll need my cloak.” He grumbled back continuing to draw it across the tent flaps. “Our bedrolls are going to get wet from it dripping.” Tristan gestured with a scrap of meat leather in his hand. “How could you possibly tell that water from the water that was already on the ground?” Galahad angrily stripping off his braces and throwing them down, striking the leathers and furs with a less than satisfying thud. “Come here.”
“What?” He snapped back at the older knight.
Not a man used to repeating himself, Tristan just reached over and tugged the younger man down beside him. Ignoring Galahad’s struggles and grumping, just holding him tightly until all his steam was gone.
Just as he spoke again the rain had started to slow. “You weren’t counting on camping with a harpy were you?”A small smile on Galahad’s face as he could feel the rumble of laughter coming from Tristan.
“No. But that’s why you’re here.”
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