12 Works by Villain_Complex (Random_Fandom_writer)

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    Arthur is done hearing Merlin's accusations against Agravaine.

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    2/2
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    With his nails fisted into the dirt, head bowed to the floor, he begs for forgiveness to the soul he was too slow to save.

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    400
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    1/1
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    The Purge has only just begun, but the Gods concede it has been long enough. Too long, yet it will be decades until it comes to pass. Despite the magnitude of Their power, They are in no position to defy Albion's destiny. 

    So until then, They will build. Build Their strength, build Their weapons. 

    Their weapon:

    Emrys.

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    English
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    1,456
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    1/1
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    2
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    21
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    587
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    46
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    4,263
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    Merlin is bound in the chains of destiny, and for all his power, there is nothing to stop what has been foretold.

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    856
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    1/1
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    2
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    63
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    5
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    925
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    The blade hovers over his heart.

    "It's ok Arthur. It's all ok."

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    English
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    458
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    1/1
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    5
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    207
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    22
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    1,564
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    A flame jumps to life upon his hand, glowing steadily and lighting up the darkened cell. He sighs in relief at the comfortable heat, banishing the lingering unease at such a blatant use of magic. It's not like it matters much anymore.

    Because at dawn tomorrow, Merlin will die.

    Language:
    English
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    1/1
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    2
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    73
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    13
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    551
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    Merlin's lungs fill with wildflowers. 

    He awakens bitterly one evening, with daisies and milkweed growing up his esophagus, and chokes on petals until the sun rises.

    Merlin's lungs fill with wildflowers, and his veins grow vines. When the world goes to sleep, he bathes his body in the cool summer rain, and lets the flowers asphyxiate him. They like a little bit of rain. 

    He bathes in rainwater. 

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    English
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    2,123
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    22
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    611
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    73
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    6,273
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    The voices draw you to the Darkling woods. 

    Emrys, do not be tricked, the voices wish to trick you. They want you Emrys, but it is not your time. It is not your time. You mustn't stay for long Emrys, you have people waiting.

    He waits for you in the castle Emrys.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    805
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    2
    Kudos:
    47
    Bookmarks:
    2
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    702
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    It's not a home, and he is not safe, but Mordred will stay because he is not alone.

    Yet he feels so cold. 

    Mordred knows why. He knows he is not welcome- not to Emrys. And even if it is nothing new, he cannot help but feel so very empty as he watches the revered one laugh joyously amongst the other knights, knowing he will never have that luxury. It is a queer sort of feeling. He would almost say it is something akin to longing, but Mordred knows better. He does not long for anyone. Certainly not the man who burns holes in his head with eyes more ancient than his own. Like he is something to be avoided. Feared. Loathed.

    Yet Mordred lies. To himself. He wants Emrys. Wants so much it nearly hurts.

    Language:
    English
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    3,204
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    16
    Kudos:
    524
    Bookmarks:
    64
    Hits:
    4,444
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    The buzzing in Mordred ears has replaced all coherent sound. Fillingfillingfilling his brain upupup until only raw, unadulterated horror remains.

    The buzzing stops. Along with everything else.

    Arthur is poised mid smack, hand raised to cuff Merlin in the neck. Frozen. Silent. And so is everything else. Knights practicing on the training field, a bird flapping its wings in the autumn air, servants buzzing around their masters and lugging laundry baskets. Unmoving. Frozenfrozenfrozen.

    "Hello Mordred."

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    English
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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    23
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    1,170
    Bookmarks:
    109
    Hits:
    11,955
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    Avalon calls to Him.

    He's polishing His King's armour, a tedious but routine task. A servants work, that only aids to remind Emrys of where He is, and where He wants to be- no, where He's supposed to be. Where He belongs.

    Emrys belongs in Avalon.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,603
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    8
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    730
    Bookmarks:
    45
    Hits:
    7,540
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    Arthur feels sick at the sight, because there is just so much, so much blood for one little body. A body that once smiled, and joked, and cooked, and cleaned. Arthur never imagined this. Not ever, not Him. Merlin isn't supposed to look so. Lifeless.

    Merlin wasn't supposed to have magic either.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    4,590
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    20
    Kudos:
    1,061
    Bookmarks:
    108
    Hits:
    14,334

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