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The sun shone high in the sky, a crystal-clear blue spotted with small, fluffy white clouds. Light filtered between the green leaves of trees, providing shade to the party slowly creeping between sturdy trunks and overgrown brush.
Their footsteps crunched under fallen shrub as they approached the herd of deer peacefully grazing ahead.
Arthur held a hand up, signalling his party to cease movement as he raised the crossbow in his other hand, settling his finger on the trigger and lining up with his target. He was ready to fire, when a sudden loud rustle and shriek of laughter startled the deer, sending them leaping off further into the forest out of sight. The young King sighed, dropping his arm and turning to face the obvious source of sound.
From beneath the overgrown ground cover popped a head of long h/c tresses, shaking as a pale hand darted out to pull a stray leaf from between her hair. The owner of that hand appeared shortly after, and Merlin smiled as he stood and held his hand out for y/n, Gwen’s Handmaiden to take and pull her up from her position curled against the ground.
After clearing the rest of the sticks and leaves from each other’s hair, giggling all the while, the pair turned to follow the rest of party, only to find all eyes on them, the mirth falling from the corners of their smiles.
“Enjoying yourselves I see?” Arthur queried with a raised brow, high enough to rival even Gaius in his disapproving stare. Y/n had the common sense to at least feign embarrassment, whilst Merlin could only grin and shrug as he lifted the stash of previous kills back over his shoulder. Arthur rolled his eyes, turning to face his Queen with exasperation.
Gwen only gave a soft sigh, smiling at her best friends, wishing for the day the two would stop dancing around their feelings for the other. It was painfully obvious to all they came across, except of course the pair in question, she mused to herself.
“Sorry Arthur, I guess I pushed Merlin a little too hard. He reached out and startled me.” Y/n soke softly, knowing full well that was a half-truth at best.
She and Merlin had been horsing around all afternoon and she had indeed shoved the young man, but just as hard as she’d intended, sending him tumbling into the bush besides them. His magic had reached out on instinct, sending the woman tumbling after her friend.
Of course, y/n knew better than to reveal Merlin’s deepest, darkest secret in front of a crowd of people living in a Kingdom where magic was prohibited. So, the next best thing was to take the blame and let it pass over everyone as general roughhousing between companions.
Unbeknownst to the Warlock, the King, and the rest of the Knights of the Round Table, were well aware of his best friend/manservant’s gifts. He had long ago chosen to let Merlin confess in his own time, playing blissful unawareness until that time came. He allowed the moment to pass, as though he was simply irate at missing his biggest potential kill for the day.
“It’s getting late, not much point in following the herd any further. What say we head back to the horses and set up Camp for the night? A night under the stars seems like a welcome break from the castle halls don’t you think?” He asked, looking around at his wife and most trusted knights. Lancelot, Leon, Elyan, Gwaine and Percival all gave nods of agreement, Gwen smiled and Merlin and y/n each gave a soft groan of relief at the thought of not having to travel all the way back to Camelot so late in the day.
Within the hour, the group had arrived back at their intended campsite, Merlin had a fire going and y/n a cauldron of Rabbit stew bubbling away.
They sat and ate, amidst raucous laughter and playful ribbing, y/n and Gwen watching as Merlin and Gwaine’s wrestled, the Knight getting a firm grip of the manservant's head and dragging his knuckles across the top of his scalp. They giggled at the display of affection and teasing.
Arthur watched from the other side of the circle, admiring his beautiful Queen as she smiled at her friend and handmaiden, reminiscing on the friendship that had formed between the two as they had served Morgana.
His heart tugged at the thought of his beloved sister. Wicked as she was, he had grown beside her, watching as she blossomed into a Lady of the Court, kind and compassionate, and fierce in her own right. To think she had become so cruel kept him up at night, thinking of where it went wrong and how he could fix things before she was too far into her own hatred.
He shook those thoughts from his mind, bringing himself back into the present and watching as Merlin sat beside y/n and turned her attention to him. He smiled to himself, seeing y/n’s eyes light up as Merlin doted on her, bringing her a bowl of stew and an extra chunk of bread he had smuggled from the kitchens that morning. He had known y/n almost as long as Morgana, the young woman being introduced as Morgana’s maid before Gorlois had passed, barely 8 summers old.
There was a time, long ago, that he would flirt with her as they matured alongside one another, long before Gwen had come into the picture. Y/n held no ill will when his affections changed targets. She loved the then-prince as more an older brother figure, appreciating the attention all the same when he visited Morgana’s chambers.
Y/n had become a staple in the castle, which is why, when Morgana had turned, he could not bear to let her go on to new things. He had immediately reassigned her to be his maid, reassigning a handful of Merlin’s responsibilities, allowing the young warlock to refocus his extra time on being the physician’s apprentice, what he had originally travelled to Camelot to study.
Merlin still dressed and bathed Arthur, the action feeling far too intimate an act for a woman he’d known most his life. He acted despite the hogwash older Lords would spout. Arthur was nothing if not a gentleman, showing decency to both men and women on his staff, understanding there are boundaries in caring for your employer.
The division of responsibilities did not sway the pair of servants from spending as much time together as possible, as they had when they each served different masters. Y/n still woke early and met Merlin in the kitchens to serve up Arthur’s breakfast, and Merlin spent the afternoon helping her fold the laundry and place clothes back into the King’s wardrobe. Arthur was happy that Merlin had someone to talk to and even more so when y/n accepted to be Gwen’s handmaiden the moment the Royal couple married. It increased the responsibilities but allowed y/n and Merlin to spend even more time together. Merlin was eternally grateful for the opportunity, not that he ever told Arthur as much. It was in the way he smiled when y/n walked through the door guarding the Royal Chambers, the way he stopped whining about the work Arthur piled upon him, somewhat needlessly (or so Arthur would have him believe, the matchmaker he was). He saw the sparkle in Merlin’s eyes when he and y/n were tucked into a corner talking about, what Arthur could only assume was his magic, Gwen had long since confided that the young maid knew his friend’s secret, letting herself be a confidante to the young warlock.
But it wasn’t enough. Arthur was determined to have those two paired up, officially, before he finally broke his silence on his knowledge, knowing that the moment he revealed to Merlin he knew the truth, the man would try to run away out of fear before letting Arthur speak the whole truth.
Having y/n by his side would stay his panic and allow him to discuss everything Arthur wanted to do with Merlin’s guidance. Repealing and reviewing the laws on Magic within Camelot being the biggest task of all, and of course making Merlin Court Sorcerer, if only in official title, because honestly, the man was the foremost of Magical knowledge, only barely surpassed by Gaius on the ways of the Old Religion.
This is taking too long. Arthur thought to himself as he watched his two best friends continue to dance around each other.
He stood, walking over to his horse, and extracting his sword from the belt he normally wore around his waist, drawing the attention of the whole group, silencing all talks and putting them all on alert for danger they think the King has noticed first. He turns to look at them, plastering on the biggest, shit-eating grin he can muster as the newest plot unfurled in his mind.
Exactly what I am currently going through reading existing unpublished works and half done projects and new ideas and all the stuff that sends me into a spiral of insomnia and self doubt.
If I’m not mistaken (tumblr historians fact-check me) Merlin was just given a shit ton of jobs he absolutely would not have to do in a properly functioning castle.
Like
Arthur’s laundry? Laundresses.
Mucking out stables? Tacking horses? Stable Master and Stable Boys.
Scrubbing floors? Housemaids/Maidservants.
Delivering messages? Pages.
Sharpening weapons? Squires and Blacksmiths.
Taking care of Arthur’s wardrobe? Chamberlain.
Not even to mention that as the literal Prince’s Personal Servant he had wayyyy more power in the staff hierarchy than I think he ever realized.
Arthur just looked at this poor farmer-boy peasant who had never even seen a castle before in his life and decided to give him the work of 6 different people, just to be petty, correctly assuming he wouldn’t know any better, then proceeded to keep that up for like 10 years.
Merlin: *slams open Arthur’s door*
Arthur: Merlin? You alright there?
Merlin: I’ve just had a lovely conversation with Elizabeth, the Laundress
Arthur: *with fear* …Okay?
Merlin: You know what she said to me?
Arthur: Do I want to know?
Merlin: She said “Oh Merlin, I just don’t know why you insist on doing all that extra work for Arthur!”
Arthur: *eyes widen*
Merlin: When were you going to tell me what The Prince’s Manservant actually does???
Arthur: Uh… You see…. But you’re just so good at it all!
"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass."
Egress, Saddiq Dzukogi / Innocence, David Woo / To someone who's heard "I love you" too many times, Asa Drake / The Silence Will Be Sudden Then Last, Deborah Landau / Whatever You Need, Tina Cane / Too Bright to See, Linda Gregg / A Ritual to Read to Each Other, William Stafford / The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1.12, 3.05, 1.01, 1.08, 2.08*2, 1.01, 1.10, 5.13, 2.13*2, 3.05, 2.08, 5.05, 1.01, 5.13, 5.11. 5.13*2.
Y/n and Merlin have been best friends for years, the strongest relationship you can find. What's not clear to them, but is to everyone else? They are in love. Truly, Madly, Deeply. What will it take to FINALLY bring these two together?
Please note my darlings these are the characters I am most comfortable writing for. ie: the ones I relate to/love/have researched.
If you are wanting someone not on the list, I am willing to give them a try.
Avengers/Marvel
- Ant-Man: Scott Lang
- Black Widow: Natasha Romanoff/Yelena Belova
- Captain America: Steven ‘Steve’ Grant Rogers
- Cyclops: Scott Summers (Marsden/Sheridan)
- Daredevil: Matt Murdock (Cox)
- Deadpool: Wade Wilson (Reynolds)
- Falcon: Sam Wilson/Joaquin Torres
- Gamora
- Green Goblin: Harry Osborn (Franco)
- Hawkeye: Clint Barton/Kate Bishop
- Hulk: Bruce Banner (Ruffalo)
- Human Torch: Johnny Storm (Evans)
- Invisible Woman: Sue Storm (Alba)
- Iron Man: Anthony ‘Tony’ Edward Stark
- Loki (Hiddleston)
- Magneto: Erik Lehnsherr (Fassbender)
- Maria Hill
- Mr Fantastic: Reed Richards (Grufford)
- Mystique: Raven Darkholme (Lawrence)
- Nebula
- Professor X: Charles Xavier (McAvoy)
- Quicksilver: Pietro Maximoff (Taylor-Johnson)
- Rocket Raccoon
- Scarlet Witch: Wanda Maximoff
- Silver Surfer: Norrin Radd
- Spider-Man: Peter Parker (McGuire/Garfield/Holland)
- Star-Lord: Peter Quill
- Stature: Cassie Lang (Newton)
- Thor
- Valkyrie: Brunnhilde
- Venom: Eddie Brock (Grace/Hardy)
- Vision
- War Machine: James 'Rhodey' Rhodes (Cheadle)
- White Wolf/Winter Soldier: James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes
- Wolverine: James 'Logan' Howlett
Big Hero 6
- Abigail Callaghan
- Baymax (No Romance)
- Fred Frederickson
- Hiro Hamada
- Honey Lemon
- Go Go Tomago
- Tadashi Hamada
- Wasabi No-Ginger
Criminal Minds
- Aaron Hotchner
- David Rossi
- Derek Morgan
- Elle Greenaway
- Emily Prentiss
- Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau
- Luke Alvez
- Matt Simmons
- Penelope Garcia
- Tara Lewis
- Spencer Reid
Harry Potter
- Albus Severus Potter
- Bellatrix LeStrange
- Blaise Zabini
- Cedric Diggory
- Charles 'Charlie' Weasley
- Dean Thomas
- Draco Malfoy
- Dudley Dursley
- Fleur Delacour
- Fred Weasley (will throuple with George, no twincest!)
- George Weasley (will throuple with Fred, no twincest!)
- Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley
- Harry James Potter
- Hermione Jean Granger
- James Potter
- James Sirius Potter
- Luna Lovegood
- Neville Longbottom
- Nymphadora 'Tonks' Tonks
- Oliver Wood
- Remus Lupin
- Ronald 'Ron' Bilius Weasley
- Scorpius Malfoy
- Seamus Finnigan
- Severus Snape
- Sirius Orion Black
- Theodore 'Teddy' Remus Lupin
- William 'Bill' Weasley
How To Train Your Dragon
- Astrid Hofferson
- Dagur The Deranged
- Eret, Son of Eret
- Fishlegs Ingerman
- Heather the Unhinged
- Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
- Ruffnut Thorston
- Snotlout Jorgenson
- Stoick the Vast
- Tuffnut Thorston
- Valka Haddock
Merlin
- Arthur Pendragon
- Elyan
- Guinevere
- Gwaine
- Lancelot
- Leon
- Merlin Emrys
- Mordred
- Morgana Le Fay/Pendragon
- Percival
- Uther Pendragon
Once Upon A Time
- Alice Jones
- August Booth
- Ariel
- Aurora
- Baelfire (Neal - choose which version)
- Belle French
- Cinderella (Ashley Boyd)
- Cinderella (Jacinda Vidrio)
- Cruella DeVille
- David Nolan
- Drizella Tremaine
- Emma Swan
- Henry Mills
- Killian Jones
- Mulan
- Peter Pan
- Regina Mills
- Robin Hood
- Ruby Lucas (Red Riding Hood)
- Rumplestilskin
- Snow White
- Tiana (Sabine)
- Zelena
Rise of the Guardians
- E. Aster Bunnymund
- Jack Frost/Overland
- Jamie Bennett
- Nicholas St North
- Pitch Black
- Sanderson Mansnooze
- Toothiana
Supernatural
- Amara
- Balthazar
- Bela Talbot
- Ben Braeden (will be aged up)
- Benny Lafitte
- Castiel
- Claire Novak
- Crowley
- Dean Winchester
- Donna Hanscum
- Gabriel
- Garth Fitzgerald IV
- Jack Kline
- Jo Harvelle
- Jody Mills
- John Winchester
- Lucifer
- Mary Winchester
- Meg
- Ruby
- Sam Winchester
Young Justice/DC TV
- Artemis Crock/Tigress
- Aqualad: Kaldur'ahm
- Batman: Bruce Wayne
- Blue Beetle: Jaime Reyes
- Flash: Barry Allen
- Green Arrow: Oliver Queen
- Impulse: Bart Allen
- Kid Flash: Wally West
- Miss Martian: M'Gann M'Orzz
- Nightwing: Richard 'Dick' Grayson
- Red Hood: Jason Todd
- Red Robin: Tim Drake
- Robin: Damian Wayne
- Superboy: Conner Kent/Kon-El
- Supergirl: Kara Danvers/Zor-El
- Superman: Clark Kent/Kal-El
- Wonder Woman: Diana Prince
- Zatanna Zatara
What if things ended differently? If the final battle between Merlin, Arthur and Morgana had a different outcome, and the person who was laid to rest on the Lake of Avalon wasn’t the Once and Future King?
This is the story of What If? The end, and the new beginning.
“Avalon. We’ll get there.”
Arthur was fading fast, but the Lake was only a short ride farther, and the dying King was exhausted from the effort of keeping himself atop a horse. The Warlock knew they hadn’t a lot of time, but enough to let his friend rest before they completed the final leg of their journey.
As Merlin knelt beside his King to inspect the wound, using his magic to feel the chunk of blade still inside Arthur move steadily closer to his heart, he heard the horses start to kick about in fright. He moved away from his wounded companion, shouting to the beasts as they galloped away from the small grove they sought as refuge.
As he took a few steps to follow, his hope fading just that tiny bit more, a crunch of leaves sounded from behind.
“Hello Emrys.” That voice, once filled with light and a teasing lilt, now filled with darkness, fear, hatred.
Merlin turned to face Morgana, her eyes glowing Gold as a wave of magic pushed him up, into the air and backwards, landing hard on the ground as the Witch turned to face a weak, defenseless, and frankly terrified Arthur. He reached in his pain-filled haze for a sword that did not lie at his hip, eyes glazed over as he forced his mind to focus.
“What a joy it is to see you Arthur.” She taunts as she strides down the small hill towards him, staring down at him from her position above. “Look at you. Not so tall and mighty now.”
Arthur’s hand drops to his side in defeat as Morgana crouches beside him, smirk ever prominent.
“You may have won the battle, but you’ve lost the war” she taunts as he strains to move his head to watch her.
“You’re going to die by Mordred’s hand.”
The fear in his eyes must not have been as well-concealed as he’d hoped, for her malicious grin turned to a mocking pout.
“Don’t worry dear brother I won’t let you die alone. I will stay and watch over you, ‘til the Wolves gorge on your carcass and bathe in your blood.”
As Morgana sat beside him, relishing in the effect her taunts appeared to have on the young King, Merlin crept behind the pair to slowly, silently reach for Excalibur, pulling it from its hiding place and holding it aloft.
“No. The time for all this bloodshed is over.”
Merlin’s eyes betrayed his regret as he faced the woman he had once considered a dear friend.
“I blame myself for what you’ve become. But this has to end.” His voice stood deep; his resolve strong as he contemplated the alternate destinies that lay before him. He kept the sword in front of him, angling the blade so it faced Morgana but did not touch her as the fire ignited behind her eyes.
“I am a High Priestess. No Mortal Blade can kill me.”
“This is no Mortal Blade. Like yours, it was forged in the Dragon’s Breath. But I have no intention of killing you Morgana.”
The words sparked confusion between the rival siblings, brows furrowed as they watched the Warlock toss the blade to the side, hearing the soft clang is it hit the ground, cushioned by the fallen leaves and soft grass.
“I meant it when I said that the time for bloodshed is over. Truthfully, I could run that blade through your heart and not think twice of killing a woman who, once, I could proudly declare one of my dearest friends.” Merlin sighed, his shoulders heaving at the heavy breath.
“But there is another path, the one I choose to take. A path that will once and for all bring the future of the Kingdom of Albion into the light, and allow it to prosper with the acceptance of Magic and all that those with its gift can bring to the land.”
With these words, the man launched himself forward, wrapping his arms around the stunned Priestess, chanting as his now Golden eyes looked to the skies.
“O Dduwies, clyw fi!
Gyda'r geiriau hyn, glanhewch y wlad hon!
A'm gwaed, gwared pob drygioni!
Gyda'm aberth, am fy mywyd, achub pawb sydd wedi cael cam!
Gadewch i'r tiroedd hyn wella!
Bydded i'm henaid tragwyddol olchi dros y Deyrnas hon,
Felly efallai y bydd yn ffynnu mewn harddwch a phriodoldeb!
Rwy'n gorchymyn â'm hanadliadau olaf,
Gwnewch fy ewyllys!”
A breeze swept over Arthur, flushing across the Kingdom and filling the forest with a warmth that sank into the depths of the Earth around him, new life blooming and Sun shining through bright green leaves.
Air flooded his lungs, a harsh gasp escaping the King’s lips as he jolted upright, all pain and discomfort gone. His hands moved to his side, feeling for the wound that had moments ago left him in such anguish he could hardly move. Now, all that remained was a raised scar above his hip, not even a dull ache lingered behind.
He stood carefully, mindful of the chance that he could just keel over again, leaning against the rock as he heard the familiar clatter of chainmail and armor running towards him. He looked to his left and felt relief wash over him as Leon and Percival approached, cuts and bruises adorning their faces, and in Percival’s case, un-mailed arms.
Arthur smiled as he watched his Knights, his friends approach, reaching out and embracing them with a strong arm as they asked him where he had been and what had happened after Camlann.
Releasing Leon, his face moved from the relieved smile to a look of terror, snapping his head to where Merlin had gripped Morgana and rushing towards him, calling his name in panic.
“Merlin!”
As he finally reached his friend, his eyes drifted to the body of his sister. He picked up his sword, griping it close as he approached her, finding her to still be breathing. He tensed as she stirred, but started to relax as he truly observed her. Her skin had regained colour, her hair seeming softer and her features more gentle than they had been in years. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, her gaze wandering as she regained her bearings before settling on the sword in her brother’s hand and lifting herself into a sitting position, true fear in her eyes.
“Arthur? What’s going on? Where are we?” Her eyes darted around, trying to discern want had transpired. Her eyes widened as her memories restored, an expression of pure horror and she gasped, looking around for someone.
“Where’s Merlin?”
Arthur turned, rushing back to his friend as a groan pierced the silence. He rushed to Merlin, pulling him up and bracing his against his own form.
Merlin’s eyes opened sluggishly, a small, pained smile on his lips as he observed his friends around him. He moved to sit on his own, but his elbows buckled as a startled shout of pain escaped his throat, falling harshly against Arthur’s chest.
Arthur’s eyes widened at the sound, moving Merlin’s jacket aside and raising his shirt to reveal a wound at his side, identical to the one that had just disappeared from his own skin. His heart seemed to stop as his mind pieced together what had happened over the course of a mere few minutes, trying to discern what Merlin had done with the spell he couldn’t understand.
Morgana crawled forward, placing her hand on the wound, allowing her eyes to glow in the presence of her brother. Leon stepped forward to remove her, but a weary glance from his King stalled his approach.
After a moment of silence, broken only by the small, pained groans that escaped Merlin’s lips, Morgana’s eyes shifted back to Hazel, a defeated sadness filling them alongside a wave of tears.
“Merlin, what did you do? Why would you do this?”
Arthur, further confused, looks between the two magical beings.
“What are you talking about? Morgana what has he done?”
Merlin turned his head to face Arthur, Blue meeting Blue as their eyes locked, concern against exhaustion.
“I did what needed to be done to change the course of Destiny.”
Morgana shook her head, the tears finally beginning to spill.
“Why, Merlin? Y-your destiny wasn’t meant to go this way.”
Merlin looked to her, his hand reaching out to grasp hers weakly.
“To give you a second chance, to bring back my fiercest friend, it is always worth it.”
A small smile graced her lips as she raised his hand to them, a light kiss pressed to the skin as a sob rips from her throat.
Arthur looks between the two, questions still filling his gaze. Morgana finally looks to him, taking a deep breath before speaking again.
“He’s given his Immortality for the life of Camelot and it’s people that currently suffer from different ails. And his life for yours.”
His heart stopped again, the reality of the situation settling in.
He looked back to Merlin, pained shock in his eyes and a croak in his voice.
“Immortality? You’re immortal?”
Merlin chuckled weakly, “Not anymore, weren’t you listening Dollophead?”
Arthur huffed a gentle chuckle, feeling Merlin’s body sag further into his hold. His friend was fading, but he needed answers.
“Merlin why did you do all this? I still don’t understand. Why would you stay in Camelot? Why did you start to practice magic?”
“He didn’t start practicing,” Morgana responded for the man, “he was born with it, like me. He’s who the Druids call Emrys, said to be the most powerful and wise Warlock of all time. There is a prophecy that states he would usher in the Golden Age of Magic, and unite the Kingdom of Albion with the aid of the Once and Future King, you.”
Merlin huffed a laugh. “Always the scholar eh ‘Gana.” She smiled in return, squeezing his hand once again.
The Warlock shifted his gaze once again, his head seeming to roll as he weakened further.
“I had no idea of my Destiny at first,” the man’s light lisp seemed to shine through as he dragged through his words, “I thought you were just some royal idiot, and I told the Dragon as much when he told me about it. But, as time went on and I continued to serve you, I grew to see the type of King you could be, the man you were growing into. Through every adventure, through all the crap you dragged me into, I stayed by your side, because I knew you would be an amazing ruler.”
Arthur smiled, running a gloved hand over his friend’s hair in comfort, eyes watering.
“You sacrificed yourself, your immortality, for me?!”
“Of course. I finally realized that Destiny isn’t truly set in stone. Things will always happen the way they should in the end, but the steps you take to get to the end can change. I realized---” he stopped briefly to breath deep and let loose a series of pained coughs, the sounds shattering Arthur’s heart farther and farther.
“---I realized that I could change what I was told as prophecy. I didn’t have to let Morgana bring your downfall. I didn’t have to let you die and then lay in wait for Albion to need you again. It needs you now, but it doesn’t need me to bring about the Golden Age of Magic. It just needs Magic.”
He looked to Morgana again, his left hand reaching forward and cupping her face, smiling gently.
“I knew that Magic could return with you Morgana. That darkness that consumed you these last years, it was driven by fear, and hopelessness, and the betrayal of Uther. You just needed to see the man Arthur has grown into, to see that there was a future for our kind that doesn’t end in mass bloodshed or one race overthrowing another.”
Morgana’s tears spilled faster now, soft sobs retching past her lips as her dear friends rubbed his thumb across her jawline.
Merlin looked between the siblings, his eyes becoming glassy as his energy depleted. He looked to the two knights, silently watching the scene unfold and allowing their tough facades falter as their own tears slipped down their cheeks. He smiled weakly, the lines of his lips barely lifting, but the joy being shown in how the smile still managed to reach the corner of his eyes, crinkling them.
“Look after each other. Look to each other for guidance. Rely on your bond to strengthen the people of Albion, and watch it thrive under your rule.”
Morgana and Arthur’s eyes met, the bond Merlin spoke of shining in the depths of their souls, pulling them back towards one another, the way they had been before Morgause stole the young witch away.
“Look after Gwen, and Gaius, and my mother. Tell them I’m sorry. That I wish I could be there to watch over the Kingdom alongside them. I’m sorry it had to be this way, that I won’t get to stand beside you and help you through this. But know that I’ll be watching over you all, guiding you where I can.”
Tears finally slipped from Merlin’s eyes as he felt the last of his remaining energy slip from his body, the pain of the wound finally bearing too great to withstand.
“I love you all. Thankyou for allowing me to be part of your lives. For welcoming me into your circle of friends. I could not have asked for better people to hold close to my heart.”
With a final breath, Merlin’s eyes slipped closed as his body stilled in Arthur’s arms. His hand fell from Morgana’s face, dropping to his leg with a soft thump, and the deafening silence overtaking the group once more.
Arthur stared at the lifeless body of his manservant, his hand once again running over his hair, trying to rouse him from eternal sleep. His hand shook as he moved to Merlin’s shoulder, shaking it gently so as not to hurt him, calling his name softly as he began to weep openly.
“Merlin? Please Merlin! MERLIN!!!”
His finally broke, wrapping his arms tightly around his dearest friend, a roar of anguish ripping his throat apart as he sobbed into the man’s shoulder, uncaring of the others around them watching on as their own grief overcame them.
Percival and Leon dropped to their knees as they finally approached their King and fallen friend, Percival’s hand gripping at the grass as he mourned his second close loss of the day. Leon made sure to move over to Morgana, a woman he had once hoped to Court, and placed a hand on her back as her body fell forward to rest on Merlin’s legs, all she could reach with Arthur holding the man so tightly. He pulled at her shoulders, bringing her up to embrace her completely, holding her as her sobs shook her entire being, soft wails slipping past her lips.
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The group had sat there for what felt like a small eternity, crying and sitting in silence as they mourned their loss. Finally, Arthur lifted his head, looking at Merlin’s body embraced by the grass beside him, and spoke.
“We should take him to Avalon. He was bringing me there, said there was someone who could help me. Maybe she can help him instead, bring him back to us.”
The others three sat in silence, knowing that wouldn’t be a possibility, but none daring to speak the words aloud.
Reluctantly, Arthur allowed Percival to lift Merlin into his arms, the exhaustion the young King had felt as he’d lay dying still very prominent in spite of his lack of mortal wounds. He reached for Morgana’s hand as they trekked through the Forest towards the Lake, squeezing tight to ground himself in her presence beside him.
He wanted to believe this was all some horrible dream. A nightmare from which he would shortly be awakened by Merlin’s obnoxious ‘Let’s have you, lazy daisy’. He longed to be ripped away from this place by those words, to open his eyes and stare up at the canopy above his bed, Gwen stirring by his side and idiot of a best friend smiling brightly as he pulled the curtains back to let the morning sun shine in.
But none of that happened. Every time her blinked he still found himself walking through dense forest, looking ahead to follow his strongest Knight as he cradled the limp body of said best friend in his arms.
It took another few hours on foot, but they finally breached a clearing, the magnificence of the Magical Lake lost to the travelling party as they approached the water.
Morgana stepped forward, giving Arthur’s hand a light squeeze before releasing it to assure him she was still there. She seemed to glide into the lake, stopping as it hit her knees and allowing her hands to rest just above the water before calling out.
“Freya?”
Arthur knew that name. It was so familiar, and hearing it caused his heart to skip a beat as a shimmering light emerged from the center of the lake and move in their direction.
Freya was Merlin’s first love. The man never spoke about it, but after hearing the name pass his lips in his sleep after many a hunting trip, Arthur had gone to Gaius in his curiosity. The Physician didn’t tell him much of their story, trusting that in time Merlin might come to trust the King enough to tell it himself. His heart was pained to realise that day would never come. But the hurt he felt in that moment could not compare to the moment that followed as the growing light came to a stop before them, the form of a lithe woman with jet black hair and pale cream skin taking place. He remembered her, the Druid girl cursed top take the form of a beast, the Bastet, that terrorized Camelot all those years ago. He remembered Merlin’s shouts of protest, at the time believing it was only to stop him from hurting an animal, now meaning so much more. He had delivered the mortal blow; he had killed Merlin’s love. The thought made the King sick, and had he any food in his stomach, it promptly would have emptied itself into the stone below his feet.
The young woman smiled gently at the people before her, stepping forward atop the water and approaching Percival as he clutched Merlin against his chest. His hold seemed to relax as she stopped in front of him, allowing her to reach forward to run a pale finger over the Warlock’s face in silent contemplation. She turned to face Arthur, gentle smile upon her face but somber look in her eyes.
“I know why you have brought him to me Your Highness, but I am afraid the journey has been for nought. I do not have the power to bring him back. The magics he performed have ensured Merlin’s time on this earth in this form have come to an end, and nothing can change that.”
Their hearts seemed to break all over again at her words, despite knowing how slim a chance this quest could have brought them.
“But do not let this burden your hearts. Just because Merlin’s time in this form has come to an end, it does not mean he shall not return to you.
“How do you mean?” Leon stepped forward, first to speak as Morgana brought herself back to dry land, standing at his side with her brow creased in confusion.
Freya’s smile widened for a moment, acknowledging the Knight.
“Merlin was known by my people as Emrys. That name in our tongue translates to Immortal, and even with all his great powers, Merlin is not able to truly sacrifice the life of Magic itself, that which embodied him and all he was destined to stand for. Emrys will return, one day, it will just need to find a new host to take it’s form.”
In spite of the confusion the woman’s words brought to Arthur’s mind, his gut told him to have faith in them. Merlin was gone, that could not change, but it did not mean he wouldn’t return to them one day.
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The farewell was a quiet one, comprising of only the 4 travellers and Lady of the Lake. With the aide of Morgana’s magic, they had fashioned a raft of reeds and soft young branches, weaving together and decorated with flowers, small soft purple ones not unlike the flower Gwen had gifted Merlin early on in their friendship. Arthur knew that, as hard as it was going to be to go back to Camelot and give his Queen this news, she would be eased to hear she’d had some part in his farewell ceremony.
As Percival placed Merlin in the center of the raft, Arthur couldn’t help but reminisce over how much Merlin had changed in the decade he had known him. Gone was the weak, lanky frame of a Farm Boy, barely 18 and wide eyed by the big city he had been sent to. Now there lay an intelligent young man, frame still lanky but hiding sinewy muscle and a strength one does not find by the menial tasks Arthur had him complete just to annoy him.
He stepped forward, placing one final flower over Merlin’s heart as he spoke his final goodbye.
“Merlin was more than a servant. He was… He was a friend. Fierce, loyal to a fault, and held strength beyond what we can comprehend. The strength of his heart, and a soul that shone through to touch the lives of all he met. He never turned you away, no matter what he may be doing he was always there to listen and comfort us. To encouraged us to do anything we wanted. He was also Camelot’s greatest warrior, prepared to sacrifice his life, time and again for the good of the Kingdom, for the lives of those he held dearest to his heart.”
Arthur’s voice broke, crackling as he stared down at Merlin’s peaceful expression, imagining the man were only sleeping.
“It saddens me to know Merlin had to keep such a special part of him hidden. To know what he sacrificed to ensure our Destinies could play out, to see what he has given up over the years, I know I can never truly repay him. But I make this vow to you Merlin. I will live for you, to honour your life and you gave for me. The Kingdom of Camelot, or Albion will know of your adventures, your loyalty, your bravery. You shall never be forgotten my friend, this I will see to.”
With these words, he pushed the raft out onto the Lake, watching as Merlin drifted out towards it’s center. Wordlessly, Leon lifted the bow in his hand, firing the nocked arrow and watching it fly as Morgana’s eyes lit up to set the tip aflame. It landed perfectly on the pile of dry grass at Merlin’s feet, spreading quickly across the flowers and thin material of Merlin’s blood-stained clothes, the entire raft alight and the shadow of Merlin’s form slowly being encompassed in the flames. They stood at the shore and watched until the fire turned the entire raft to ash, falling below the ripples in the water and sinking to the Lake floor. It was a beautiful sight, enchanting those who watched on, distracting them from the inevitable journey they now had to make. Returning to Camelot, to revel in the Kingdom’s victory and deliver the message of their greatest loss to Merlin’s remaining friends and loved ones.
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The journey took almost a week, having to walk some distance until they happened upon the horses Morgana had frightened away. In any other situation, the image of Arthur and Percival sharing a horse would have brought much taunting and laughter between those present, but given the circumstance, it was met with silence as they finally approached the gate of the Citadel.
As they dismounted, stretching out to release the cricks days of riding often brought, the party turned in surprise at the voice greeting them, jolly and lightly slurred as they had grown accustomed when the man was off duty.
“Ha ha! You’re alive! The bastard did it did he?”
Percival seemed to recover from Gwaine’s appearance first, striding forward and grasping his shoulders harshly and looking him up and down.
“You’re alive? How? I watched you fade!”
Gwaine only shrugged, “Guess I wasn’t completely dead. I remember fading in and out or consciousness and suddenly, I could sit up and breathe and my wrists were free. I thought that Witch had for sure done me in---” His voice trailed as he looked behind his friend to see said Witch being assisted down from the horse by Leon, his arms tight at her waist and a soft smile adorning his face.
With his eyes hardened, he reached forward and pulled Percival’s sword from it’s scabbard and rushed towards her, pausing only as Percival wrapped his arms around him and Leon pushed her behind him in defense.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?! Why isn’t she dead?!”
All the commotion drew the attention of Gwen and Gaius, who had been taking their daily stroll through the lower town to the gates. It had become a small tradition for the pair, making the journey to sit and wait until he sun started to set, waiting for their loved ones to return, praying they would.
Gwen’s face lit up upon the sight of her husband, rushing forward before realizing the source of Gwaine’s shouts and freezing up in fear. Even Gaius has frozen in his stead, wary of the woman surrounded by the King and his Knights, but moreover sweeping the party for his Ward, worry filling his gut.
“Morgana means no harm Gwaine. She’s been healed of her darkness. I promise you, you have nothing to fear.”
Arthur turned his eyes to Gwen as he spoke, striding forward to embrace his wife in a tight embrace, feeling her own arms tighten in earnest as she hugged back, relief washing over her again as she felt his warmth and heard his breath.
Gwaine lowered the sword as Percival released his hold on the man, Morgana’s stance relaxing as the threat passed but understanding shining in her eyes. She expected no less from anyone in the Kingdom, and honestly given what she had done to Gwaine expected far more resistance to her brother’s words.
Gwaine allowed himself to finally be swept into a hug by Percival, gasping in surprise as the man pulled back only to plant a fierce kiss to his lips, responding in kind to the action as the surprise faded.
The men held each other for a few moments before pulling apart, turning to watch as Gwen approached Morgana, studying her face as she came closer to her old Mistress. Morgana stayed where she stood, allowing Gwen to observe her. She forced her features to remain somewhat calm, letting her stance to convey she no longer posed any threat to the Queen.
Gwen’s eyes softened as she registered the warmth on Morgana’s, the regal way she held herself no longer showing trace of disdain or malicious intent. Her shoulders dropped as she launched forward, embracing her old friend with a relieved sigh. Morgana tensed in shock at the sudden action before relaxing and tightened her own hold on the woman.
Arthur watched on with pride, happy to see the reunion play out. The moment was short lived though, as Gaius finally spoke up.
“Where’s Merlin?”
The King could only turn and stare at the old Physician, eyes filled with renewed tears. Gwen felt Morgana tense again in her hold, and Gwaine watched as Leon and Percival’s eyes cast downward.
The silence was all Gaius seemed to need for his answer. He staggered backwards as Gwen’s eyes widened, pulling away from her embrace with morgana to search for some indication that the party were playing some cruel prank, looking into the woods for any sign of her missing friend before finally registering the tears starting to slide from Arthur’s eyes once more. Seeing her husband cry, knowing the kind of man Arthur was in hiding him emotions, she could only gasp in disbelief, feeling Morgana’s hands tighten on her arms as she seemed to fall slightly in the horror of the news.
Arthur turned again to approach Gaius, a hand reaching out to steady the older man as he swayed on the spot. He forced himself to find his voice, knowing Gaius deserved more than a look to explain the absence of his pseudo-son. But as hard as he tried, he could not seem to find the words to push through, barely a choked sob reaching his lips before he enveloped Gaius in a tight embrace, sobbing with renewed vigor.
Amidst his own tears, Gaius managed to steady his hands to grasp at the back of Arthur’s chainmail, eyes closing as he started to wail.
“Oh my boy! Not my boy! Oh, Merlin, what did you do my son?”
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Two years had passed since the Battle at Camlann, and things had settled into a new kind of normal. Much had happened over those years. Arthur had worked tirelessly, Morgana by his side, to review the old laws regarding magic, ensuring the laws were ironclad yet fair to all before finally announcing their intent to repeal the ban and in its stead pass the new laws, allowing the use of magic for anything that couldn’t be considered treasonous. Of course, any time these laws were tested, a fair and honest trial was held, allowing the perpetrator to recount their side of the story and come with a reasonable punishment before things like banishment and execution were discussed.
Morgana had been appointed Court Sorceress, aiding the Monarchs in their day-to-day decisions and peace talks as they travelled between the five surrounding kingdoms and beyond. The Land of Albion was steadily growing, expanding to the lands encroaching the sea, up the mountains and down into the deepest valleys. Each time a new treaty was signed, Arthur couldn’t help but feel that Merlin was watching over them, how proud the man would be to see how quickly the Kingdom was growing and prophecy was being fulfilled. Those were the times where, upon returning home to Camelot, he would make the trek to Avalon, a trip now much faster by Morgana’s newly perfected transportation spell, channeling the image of his desired destination into a stone kept around his neck on a leather cord. There were times he would still make the weeklong journey, occasionally accompanied by Gwen and Morgana, and other times his Knights. More often than not, though, the King would make the trek alone, sitting on the shore as he listened to nature in silence. He would sometimes call out to Freya, listening to her recount the adventures Merlin had been on he was not aware of, his journey to get to his side at Camlann, the Goblin, the Dragon (that had him stumbling out incredulous sounds all the way back to Gwen’s side where he recanted the tale again).
And sometimes, he would sit and talk to Merlin, telling him about Gwaine’s latest bar brawl, or his and Percival’s Druidic soul binding ceremony, keeping true to where Percival was raised. He would laugh as he recounted Morgana’s latest experiment, always trying to find a new spell or potion to make everyday life easier on the people, quickly returning to the kind, vibrant woman she had been before first discovering her powers. He was very fortunate that, since the fated battle, the assassination attempts had been greatly decreased, and was able to spend many weeks in peace amidst the increased travels and feasts, yet another thing to thank Merlin for, he learned following the first attempt since the Warlock’s death.
The anniversary of Camlann always brought about a great feast, celebrations held throughout the Kingdom as another year of peace came to a close, and Arthur always held a smile from ear to ear as his friends and fellow royal household members regaled great stories into the night and into the following sunrise.
Then a few days would pass and an unspoken day of mourning would silence the castle and much of the Citadel, in memory of Merlin’s sacrifice. The servants all knew, on this day, they would be excused of their chores to spend time with their families, and Arthur would spend much of the day sitting in the Great Hall at the Round Table, surrounded by only his nearest and dearest. Hunith had officially moved to the Castle at Arthur’s insistence, becoming Gaius’ assistant, helping to train a team of younger apprentices and make some of the more taxing deliveries to the lower town that Gaius, in his old age, started to struggle to complete.
It was on this day that Arthur sat at the window of his bedroom, watching as the Sun rose over the city walls, filling the room with natural light and casting out the need for candles and spreading a warmth that didn’t quite fill Arthur the way it should.
Gwen had left earlier to see Gaius, having been feeling unwell for a number of days and deciding it needed an official diagnosis. So Arthur, despite the early hour, had remained awake after his Queen had departed, allowing the grief to consume him for the short while he was alone, knowing that within only a few candle marks Morgana would be coming to wake him to take their morning walk to Merlin’s favourite field where they would sit and chant a spell Morgana had found to guide spirits to a safe and happy afterlife.
He barely registered the sound of the heavy wooden doors sliding open as Gwen returned, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his middle, his arm raising on instinct to pull her close and squeeze her in comfort.
They sat for a few moments in silence, taking in each other’s company before a sigh escaped Gwen’s lips and her head turned to look at her husband.
“So Gaius has a diagnosis to why I’ve been feeling so unwell.”
“Anything I need to be concerned about?” He asked absentmindedly.
She seemed to pause in thought, unsure of how to phrase the answer.
“I guess it depends on how you feel about becoming a father.”
That snapped him back to reality, his eyes finding hers with a wary expression of hope in his gaze. She only smiled and nodded, a surprised squeak of surprise as she was lifted off her feet and spun in a circle.
As Arthur lowered her back to the ground, his face seemed to take on a more serious expression, pausing the joy of the news they had been trying so hard for the last 6 months.
He stepped back, rushing to throw on his clothes laid out by George the night before, before turning back to Gwen with a look that said ‘I’m sorry’.
“I have to go somewhere. I’ll be back soon. Can you let Morgana know I’ll meet her soon?”
Gwen smiled in understanding. She knew exactly where the King was planning to go, smiling softly as she watched him grasp the stone around his neck and close his eyes as he focused on the lake he so desperately needed to see.
When he opened his eyes, the beauty of Lake Avalon filled his vision, the rush of the transportation settling in his gut faster than it had the first time he’d travelled.
He moved forward, settling on a rock that sat prominently against the water’s edge, removing his shoes and allowing his toes to dip into the cool lake.
“Gwen’s pregnant.” He paused, letting the words permeate the air.
“After all this time, trying again and again, we were starting to think it couldn’t happen for us. She’s already glowing, so beautiful. Morgana is going to freak when we tell her. She’s been waiting to be an aunt. Well, an official aunt, you know Gwaine and Percy’s little boy already calls her ‘Aunty Gana’, but this would be something else, to get to know the child from the time they’re born. A new experience for all of us.”
Percival and Gwaine had taken on a ward, more or less adopted a two-year-old boy who had lost his parents to a tragic fire. They’d been caring for the child for nearly a year now, their little family a joy to behold whenever he passed them in the castle halls.
“I know Gwen and I have been trying, but now that she’s finally pregnant---”
He sighed heavily, looking out to the water, still for no breeze blew through to disturb the surface, his heart feeling heavier than ever.
“I don’t know if I can do this Merlin.”
Tears slipped from his eyes, dropping to the water and creating tiny ripples.
“I don’t know if I can truly take this next step. I didn’t exactly have the best Father to look up to, in spite of what I used to believe before I met you. You opened my eyes to his flaws, to all the shortcomings that impacted the kingdom. How can I go about being a good father, when I won’t have you there to remind me of what I’m doing? How can I know I’m taking the right path without your idiot wisdom and calling me a prat or a dollophead when I do the wrong thing? How do I get through this Merlin?”
A sudden, powerful gust of wind seemed to kick up out of nowhere, throwing the King off balance and sending him tumbling into the shallow water. He stood with a shout, shaking the water out of his hair as he called out into the empty space.
“Oi! What was that for you cabbage-head?!”
Another breeze flew past, sending a chill through to his bones. Arthur could practically hear his friend’s indignant voice scolding him.
What do you think you’re going to do, you Clotpole? You’re going to take it one day at a time, and look to Gwen for guidance. She will be the kids mother for Goddess sake! She’ll tell you when you’re being an idiot.
Despite the cold seeping in through his soaked clothes, Arthur let out a small chuckle at his own imagination. He could hear Merlin so clearly in his mind, it was almost as if the breeze was carrying the message straight to him. ‘But no, that would be ridiculous. Merlin is gone after all.’
With a shake of his head, he smiled again, whispering into the silence.
“Thankyou my friend. I wish you were. You would have been the best Uncle, this child would want for nothing.”
With these words, he clasped the stone at his chest and pictured his bedroom, popping back to his wife and collecting her in a passionate kiss. He never had to say anything to her when he did things like this, she always seemed to understand he needed some time to talk things over where his friend was laid to rest. She understood it was like his spirit lingered at the lake, and visiting would bring her King clarity in his choices she had never been able to provide him, even before Merlin had left them.
Gwen understood the bond Arthur shared with Merlin. She often would discuss it with Morgana, the pair of women finding it akin to a platonic soul bond. It made sense when she thought about it, knowing now the destiny that brought the men together. It made sense that, even in his passing, Merlin’s wisdom would stay with Arthur through all his decisions and thought processes. And so, she never questioned the days he would suddenly disappear for hours, or excuse himself for a half a candle mark only to return with the confidence he had previously been lacking.
She often stood at her window, staring out across the Kingdom and sending up a silent prayer of thanks to the man.
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The rain fell steadily as Arthur paces outside his Chamber, listening to the pained cries of Gwen and the fierce encouragements from Morgana as she and Hunith assisted the Queen in her labour.
Her waters had broken in the middle of a council meeting, promptly postponing the gathering and rushing her to the rooms to get her comfortable for the coming procedure.
Arthur wrung his hands together as he looked upwards, the castle ceiling blocking his view of the dark sky. He spoke softly, sending up a quiet prayer to his friend as the candle marked a new day had begun, passing almost 13 candle marks since Gwen had first started feeling contractions.
“Congratulations, my old friend, you’re about to be an uncle. Please, keep her safe, don’t let the Goddess take her from me.”
This was afear that had slowly settled in his heart the farther into the pregnancy they got. He had lost his own Mother to his birth; he had seen the kind of person it had turned his father into. He didn’t know how he would cope if history were to repeat itself. He knew, logically, this would not be the result of the same circumstances, Gaius had revealed the truth of Ygraine’s death as he recounted Merlin’s hand in the Prince’s growth into the King he was.
But the logic did nothing to assuage his fears. Not until he heard the familiar creek of the door, watching as Hunith stepped out, thoroughly exhausted but smiling at the man she had grown to see as a second son.
“Congratulations, my Lord, you have a beautiful daughter.”
The air seemed to rush from his lungs as he stepped into the room, seeing Gwen lying in bed, sweat plastering her black tresses to her face as she stared lovingly at the tiny bundle in her arms, Morgana by her side cooing with her finger outstretched over where he assumed the baby’s face was.
He moved forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing a proud kiss to Gwen head as he looked down, and his heart skipped a beat.
She was beautiful! Flawless, creamy skin, perhaps a shade darker than his own, and a full head of Jet Black hair sitting in perfect little curls, and two little hands sitting below her chin curled in the cutest, tiniest fists that slowly moved in and away from each other as she breathed steadily in her mother’s soft embrace.
Gwen lifted the little bundle into her husband’s arms, watching as his eyes widened almost comically as he looked over her every feature, as if burning the image into his mind.
She smiled as she looked to Morgana, who stared with happy tears as she sent a message through her mind to her new husband Leon, alerting him to the wonderful news of a safe delivery.
“What are you calling her? The boys are all asking so they can raise a goblet.”
Gwen chuckled as she looked back to Arthur, a knowing smile on her face letting him officially announce what they had been discussing the last few weeks. The King looked back down to the new Princess and tears sprung to his eyes.
“Merlyn. Her name is Merlyn Pendragon.”
Hunith, who had re-entered the room to help with cleaning, gasped, a smile painting her lips as a fresh wave of tears spilled from her eyes. Arthur rose from the bed, approaching Hunith and handing baby Merlyn to the woman he knew would grow to become the grandmother neither Arthur nor Gwen could provide for their daughter.
“She is named after our dearest, most precious friend. On the morn of what would have been his thirtieth birthday, she is named to honour him and all that he stood for in our Kingdom. For loyalty, courage and purity of heart.”
Hunith gave a sob of happiness as she handed the baby back to her father, watching as he walked back to the bed so the other two women in room could continue to fawn over their newest addition.
As he sat, Merlyn began to stir, her eyes slowly opening to reveal the most brilliant, clear blue eyes, as crystal as the Lake where her namesake lay to rest. Her eyes seemed to roam around her new surroundings before finally settling on her father, staring for a moment before something incredible occurred.
The child’s eyes glowed a fierce Gold, and the draw beside the bed slid open to allow a strip of soft Red fabric to float into the air and come to rest around her white swaddle. Everyone in the room gasped, in wonder of the feat they had just witnessed of the newborn babe.
The cloth she had summoned was something Arthur had not even shown to Gwen; Merlin’s favourite Neckerchief. The one he had worn on so many of their adventures, the one he had worn as he arrived in Camelot, that he had been wearing when he first met Arthur. It was something Arthur had been adamant to keep to himself, something he now realized would need to be shared with his sweet daughter.
Freya’s words from their first journey to Avalon suddenly entered his mind.
‘The magics he performed have ensured Merlin’s time on this earth in this form have come to an end, and nothing can change that.
Emrys will return, one day, it will just need to find a new host to take it’s form.’
He looked up and smiled at Hunith, who looked on with a wistful air of remembrance. She recalled her son performing his own magic from the moment her was born, remembered the fear she felt knowing the laws against what he was coming into place in the neighbouring kingdom. She felt relief that, even in that same kingdom, this child would never have to suffer the trails of having to conceal a part of herself.
Arthur’s heart warmed, true happiness for the first time in almost three years settling within, knowing that this is what Freya had meant when she said Merlin would return.
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— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
