Merthur
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Merlin accidentally makes everybody in Camelot fall in love with him. Everybody except Arthur, that is.
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Merlin was in pain, he hadn’t slept and his trust for Arthur had dimmed. He had hoped that the King would come see him before going to sleep, but he never came. Merlin found him sleeping peacefully in his bed, illuminated by the ray of light that seeped through a crack in the curtains. He put the tray on the table with more force than was necessary, causing the plates and goblets to rattle. He then stomped to the curtains and yanked them open. Arthur jolted awake at the commotion, looking around disoriented before his eyes landed on his servant.
For a moment, Merlin thought the King would ask him how he was, but all Arthur said was, “Maybe you should stay the night in the dungeons more often if it’s all it takes for you to be on time.”
Day 17: Breaking point
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- Part 17 of Whumptober 22
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After an unfortunate encounter with a sorcerer seeking vengeance, King Arthur is turned into a bear, leaving Merlin to deal with a new threat to the kingdom without knowing what happened to his king, his Arthur.
As he searches for his missing king, Merlin soon finds a new travel companion in a friendly bear.
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Merlin accidentally reveals *everything* to Arthur without realizing it's Arthur. -
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In an effort to ease tensions between the kingdoms of Albion, Arthur plans a summit to bring together each of the monarchs to create a treaty between them. But schemes from within his own kingdom force him to change his plans ever so slightly.
"No one will believe us."
"They will... We'll start now, and over the next few weeks make it more and more obvious, until the moment we announce our engagement... Then once our visitors are gone, we simply end the betrothal. Everything goes back to the way it was." -
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“Merlin!” he calls out, and nearly falls over himself to take the three remaining steps to his manservant. He breathes hard, putting a hand on the raw, red material of Merlin’s tunic. There is something under there.
A head peeks out, and blue eyes stare at him.
“Who are you?” a child demands, with Merlin’s familiar eyes and a mop of dark hair falling over his forehead, and two ears sticking out from his face. “How d’you know my name? Are you a knight?”
“Oh, no,” Arthur says, in what he thinks is a very apt assessment of the situation.