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It was an act of appalling, ghastly cruelty that, had Arthur not been so horribly in love with him, he might never have noticed Merlin was a sorcerer.
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24 May 2026
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Arthur didn’t know how to reconcile the Merlin that still existed in his head, big-eared and clumsy and glib, with the one who sat beside him, who looked at him with golden eyes, and spoke so easily of fate.
Or, trapped at the bottom of a lake, Arthur must come to terms with Merlin’s magic.
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When Merlin wakes in Arthur's bed, Arthur acts as if nothing has changed.
Merlin understands. It was a mistake, grief over Arthur's broken relationship with Gwen, and when it happens again (and again), Arthur keeps ignoring, and Merlin always understands.
Then Princess Mithian comes. A marriage is planned, and among Agravaine's betrayal, new duties above his station, and Arthur's continued advances, Merlin isn't sure how long he can hold himself together.
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Someone had been beaten for information. He had been able to hear their pain but could not identify the voice which bore it. Now, he saw his knights, strong, hale men, unbreakable in every way, and he realised the truth of it. These bastards had not wasted their time trying to crack the mask of Camelot. Instead, they had turned their attentions to the one they assumed was the weakest link in the chain.
Merlin.
(Based on Aeris' prompt "Asunder")
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23 May 2026
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Albion was Arthur’s world, and Camelot his compass. He could be blindfolded and set anywhere on the island, and he’d be able to find his way back to the citadel. He couldn’t remember ever learning it, not really. It was in his blood, his heart. He was Albion’s, and it was his.
He looked down at Merlin, and tried not to think too hard about what the Druids had called him.
Emrys. Power. Albion. Magic itself.
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23 May 2026