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CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS UNDERRATED TRIO??

i watched Excalibur

Once i thought about Merlin's stupid metal hat and I couldn't stop thinking about it, and now you're cursed too with the image of Merlin in metal hat

Elyan was being haunted by this watery ghost child and was being really freaked out by him but when he first actually talked to he went 'you're so cold' and then just hugged him like

why does no one talk about this??

affection that held us together

Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 100

Rescue | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Merlin's Magic Revealed

For @merlinmicrofic with the dialogue prompt "I promised"

Arthur saves Merlin from the pyre

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Arthur cared not for the blistering flesh of his arms, only Merlin blackened and coughing in his lap.

Voices, hooves came.

He covered his mouth.

They died away, leaving just the wind in the leaves.

Arthur’s whispered agonised apologies as Merlin wheezed for air.

“Go back, Arthur,” he pressed out. “You’re supposed to-”

“I don’t care what fate or your dragon has to say! I promised.”

Tears tracked through soot. “…Please.”

Arthur smeared them away. “Merlin… I can't manage without you. We’ll run.” 

Merlin laughed brokenly. “And if I can’t run?” 

A kiss, all ash and salt. “Need you ask?”

"Merlin, if I die -"

"If I need a servant in the next life-"

"Don't ask me"

"No man is worth your tears"

"You're certainly not"

"I'm happy to be your servant, until the day I

die."

"Just.... Take it."

It startles me sometimes, how often they'd talked about death. How sure they were that the other would someday die.

And it's poetic that Merlin denied Arthur's mortality so often, while Arthur was always afraid to lose Merlin.

And then Arthur dies,

And Merlin cries

And Merlin's death is nowhere near in reach.

There is no next life.

But by the gods, he wished there was.

i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

imagine being the cuck in ur own story for centuries and then all it takes is a magic twink with drinkable eyes and all of a sudden there’s thousands of stories where you’re the main love interest, getting it in every which way. happened to my friend arthur pendragon

Behold! Dragoon the Great pondering his orb!

I wonder, what secrets of the universe is he peering into?