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“I appreciate your offer, Arthur,” Merlin says sincerely, his gaze fixed upon the swiftly westering sun. The figure beside him turns halfway, and he feels the piercing stare of those blue eyes as keenly as ever — yet he cannot force himself to meet it. “It matters to me, only not now,” his long fingers clench nervously against the cold cobblestone, “I cannot.”
“What?” had Merlin known him less, he might have thought Arthur sounded almost frightened. It would be easy to account for that: the king surely had not looked for a refusal, now that he knew of the prophecy, of the magic that could shield his realm. “Why?”
This was the hardest part. However much Merlin had turned this dialogue over in his mind, he had never been able to shape the reason with any precision.
I am weary, and I am a coward, and I cannot go on with these endless battles any longer, I cannot bear the sight of this place, I cannot bear the sight of you, and my head is forever ringing—
“I wish to leave.”
Or: Merlin's solitary journey in quest of himself — and of dragons.
Bookmarked by thebestdamnthing (1sthooky)
24 Sep 2026
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Merlin and Arthur would unite the lands of Albion, one day. Merlin thought that day could actually come, if only Arthur stopped getting into moods all the time.
(Or: five times Arthur was jealous and Merlin didn't notice, and the one time he did.)
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24 Sep 2026
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Twin trails of blood leak down the column of Elena’s neck, pooling at her collar bone. Mithian follows them with her tongue. She laps at the small punctures she pierced on Elena’s unblemished skin until no more blood comes out.
“Now that I’ve had a sample, I’m craving for more,” Mithian says.
She sounds so utterly undone, almost desperate. Her pretty eyes are almost entirely swallowed by her dilated pupils. Red blood stains her pale lips. Elena kisses her, just to taste herself on Mithian’s mouth. The metallic tang of her own blood fills her mouth, making her moan against Mithian’s lips.
“Take me to my bedroom and feast on me, then,” Elena offers in the most enticing tone she could muster.
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- Part 13 of Teagirl's kinkalot 2026
Bookmarked by thebestdamnthing (1sthooky)
24 Sep 2026
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Annis and Morgana the night before the duel which is to decide Camelot's fate
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- Part 6 of Brun's fics for pride month
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22 Sep 2026
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Medieval AU loosely based on "The King and I".
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20 Sep 2026