Asthiel
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They still fought, but now they said what they meant, and that tended to make fights short and intense. They fought in bright bursts of flame unlike the simmering embers of resentment that were practically Camelot’s status quo.
Merlin still sometimes forgot that he could tell Arthur about magical issues, and that the weight of the world did not rest on his shoulders alone. Arthur still sometimes forgot that Merlin could take care of and think for himself. Both of these casual forgettings were done with the desire to protect, and it was difficult for either of them to stay mad at that.
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in a universe where Arthur survived Camlann, he and Merlin discover the joys of honesty.
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23 Nov 2025
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“We’re running out of time," Merlin said.
“You are already out of time. You always have been.”
Merlin felt the truth of it in his bones. He wanted to kill the old man for it.
“I’ll be back,” Merlin said. “You know I will. And I’ll remember, even when you don’t.”
Merlin woke in the woods, made sure Arthur was breathing, killed Morgana, and summoned Kilgharrah. He reached Avalon, bargained with the Sidhe, summoned Freya, tried everything he could think of. When it didn’t work, he killed himself, woke in the woods, and tried again.
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Merlin cannot die. When he does, he wakes up at the beginning of the day of his death. Merlin cannot die, and he won't let Arthur die either.
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22 Nov 2025
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“Truth spell,” Merlin said. “The sorcerer from earlier, the one in the woods. The dust he threw over us.”
“You should go tell the others,” Arthur said.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m under the spell too.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “And you’re in the habit of lying?”
“Yes,” Merlin said helplessly.
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22 Nov 2025
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Albion was Arthur’s world, and Camelot his compass. He could be blindfolded and set anywhere on the island, and he’d be able to find his way back to the citadel. He couldn’t remember ever learning it, not really. It was in his blood, his heart. He was Albion’s, and it was his.
He looked down at Merlin, and tried not to think too hard about what the Druids had called him.
Emrys. Power. Albion. Magic itself.
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22 Nov 2025
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Fanart for Vividpast's incredible fanfiction "A Warlock's Wish" :)
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20 Nov 2025