Sorceressofdragons
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“Lord Geoffrey,” Arthur sighs, rubbing a hand along his brow in frustration. “We’ve talked about this. I am not, at this point, interested in marriage.”
Geoffrey looks over at him then, lips pinched and eyebrows high on his forehead. “No sire. I shouldn’t think you would be the right person for this, anyways. Forgive me for saying so, but I hardly think there’s a magical being in all of Albion that would happily marry you, the son of Uther Pendragon.”
Arthur flushes in anger and embarrassment, despite how he privately agrees with Geoffrey. It shouldn’t bother him so much, really— after all, he intends to marry for love. Still, the claim that no being of magic could ever love him stings for a reason he can’t quite pin.
“No, I was thinking marrying off your Court Sorcerer might be a more effective strategy for gaining magical allies.” Arthur chokes on his own spit.
Camelot has legalized magic, but needs a magical political marriage to seal the deal. Merlin gets courted. Arthur pines, stresses, and pines some more.
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- Part 1 of The Golden Age
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For a split second that lasts eons, Arthur exists in that horribly weightless space before gravity conquers, and then he's falling. Distantly, he hears Merlin cry out his name in panic, and then he’s bracing himself for impact.
An impact that never comes.
Silently hoping, begging, for anything but what he knows he’s about to see, Arthur turns his head to look.
And sees Merlin, hand outstretched, and eyes ablaze with gold.
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Faced with the revelation of Merlin's secret and a sudden internal war between duty and sentiment, Arthur must make a decision that will affect both of their fates. And when Merlin is gravely injured, the time to make that decision rapidly dwindles. Arthur must quickly choose what matters most: the demands of the law, or those of his heart.
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Arthur Pendragon was ten years old when he first realized that he had never received a hug. He was fifteen years old when he noticed that even though he was training with the knights almost every day, he wasn’t one of the knights. He was twenty years old when his father decided that a scrawny boy with two left feet was to work as his personal servant. And although Merlin continued to cross every imaginable line between servant and prince, he never touched him.
Arthur Pendragon was twenty-five years old when he first got drunk enough to complain about it all.
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Arthur is relieved when Balinor the Dragonlord agrees to help, but dismayed when he refuses to come back to Camelot. Instead, Arthur is stuck waiting in the middle of nowhere while Balinor calls the dragon. To make matters worse, Arthur’s idiot manservant clearly has a massive crush on the guy: despite him being a grumpy, straggly, cave-dwelling sorcerer, who makes terrible cabbage pottage, Merlin hasn’t taken his eyes off him! Arthur will tolerate this nonsense for a couple of days, but only because he must save Camelot.
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When Arthur had (lost his damn mind and) ordered Merlin to leave the horses in Camelot instead of taking them on patrol with them, Merlin expected trouble. He did not, however, expect to be running for his life within two hours of setting foot in the forest, pursued by a large band of bandits—or for Arthur to suddenly go down, unable to draw a breath for no apparent reason.
Least of all did he expect that today, of all days, would be the day he kissed Arthur for the very first time.
To save their lives, of course.
. . . No other reason.
Written for my Merlin Bingo 2025 card.
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