Yeah okay so! Wolfie! Idk if this is entirely close to the prompt but it was what decided to come out! You said “tell me we’ll never get used to it” and I said, series finale angst. Yippee!
“Merlin—”
Arthur was sushed immediately, soft fingers pressed against his lips as Merlin peeked out behind their cover to see if the bandits had left yet. He waited until the moment was over, what felt like a long stretch of time but was actually just a few moments before Merlin pulled his hand back off of Arthur.
“You should have told me.”
The statement hung heavily in the air as Merlin sat down on his haunches, determined to look anywhere but at Arthur. He picked at a leaf near his boot, gently tugging it out from under his sole, before simply saying, “We should keep moving.”
“Merlin, you can’t keep pushing this off,” he complained even as Merlin pulled him off of the ground and slung his arm around his shoulders, helping Arthur walk once more as his free arm was quick to clutch at his side. It was clear what he was doing—he didn’t have to look at Arthur when they were moving.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked instead, trying to get any kind of conversation going by approaching the topic from a different angle.
He huffed, as if the comment amused him in some twisted way. “And what was I supposed to say?”
“I would have taken anything, honestly.”
“Would you have? Or would you have locked me in the dungeon as soon as you found out, maybe burned me on the pyre?”
“I could never—” he began, but a coughing fit bubbled up inside his chest, bringing a burning pain as it only aggravated the wound more, letting the broken sword dig in deeper.
“I could never be too sure,” Merlin muttered as he slowly sat Arthur back down on another log, trying to let him catch his breath again and still clinging to his hand afterward. “There were so many reasons not to say.”
Arthur let his eyes fall closed as he breathed heavily, subconsciously leaning more of his weight into Merlin as they sat there for a quiet moment. “Is this really what destiny brings us? Is there not a happy ending for those who have tried their hardest to make the world a better place?”
“Sometimes our hardest isn’t enough,” Merlin said quietly, voice shaking. Arthur found the energy to peek over at him and found silent tears streaming down his face, ones he was quick to wipe away when he noticed Arthur looking. For the moment their eyes had locked again, however, Arthur could see all he needed to hear, all his greatest fears answered. It seemed the cycle was doomed to repeat, a life cut too short while the other half was left alone and with nothing. It was the last thing he wanted to confirm, but it was the only answer he knew he’d hear—heartbreak, agony, despair. Something they’ll never get used to, no matter how long the prophecy continues on for, no matter how long the cycle continues.
Merlin still hadn’t come to terms with it, that it was this first cycle’s turn to end. Arthur, however, knew he wasn’t going to make it out of this, no matter how much Merlin tried. So he leaned in closer and rested his head on Merlin’s shoulder, holding his hand as tight as he could as he tried to apologize for a million past mistakes and a million more yet to come.
Stiles!! Which is kind of a new thing for me, I’m usually such a Derek Girl but me and this freaky little gremlin just clicked this year in a way we never have before
26. What’s your most common category?
Oh angst, no contest
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
Ohhhhh man!!!! I’m so indecisive & choosing just one is TORTURE… but i’m going to try to be so brave about it and choose this passage from Bite the Moonlight & Bleed Gold ♥️ (putting under a read more because it contains major spoilers)
The ringing in his ears is becoming deafening. He can’t keep his mouth closed any longer - his body is howling for air -
Below him, glowing fingers force their way up through the glass, bending the orb open under their will. The sound of the splitting glass sends a pulse through the water, rumbling in Derek’s bones as the orb creak, creak, creaks, and finally gives. A sonic wave pulses through the water as the orb cracks open under the moon spirit’s hands, his ethereal silhouette forcing its way out like a butterfly escaping a concrete chrysalis, scurrying up through the water.
Derek’s eyes are shutting, the halos beckoning at the edges of his vision as the last bubble of air slips from his lips up to the ceiling.
And then there are burning lips crashing against his, delivering delicious air into his lungs. It spills into him and he receives it like a sinner desperate for salvation, the pressure in his head deflating as he surrenders peacefully into oblivion.
i am in awe of the gifset you made today; it's soooo beautiful, i keep looking at it, just wanted throw some extra kudos for creating a masterpiece your way !
oh my gosh thank you so so much! that's really sweet of you to say <33
Leyton, I just started oth and I really wish I could get behind them but they look like siblings, ANd also clexa, I’m always here for f/f, but I’m tired of this “corrupted” theme that’s always seen on tv with them, especially the cw. It’s extremely transparent
M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
Bellamy Blake because he’s a cinnamon bun … and also were could somehow have a fwb relationship
