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Unspoken Lies, Unheard Realities by timetomakeanewdream
Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
30 May 2025
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Apollo is not very good at lying, it goes against his nature, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have any secrets.
Or: The story about how Hermes stumbles upon some of Apollo’s Secrets.
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When Uther banishes Arthur from Camelot, Arthur is certain it's the end of him and everything he had to offer to the world.
Enter Merlin and the ragtag group of misfits he and Arthur collect on an adventure that takes them across the entire kingdom. Grappling with who he is now and who he will become, Arthur embarks on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, fate, and what it truly means to be a king of prophecy.
“Merlin??”
Merlin drops the reins and spins around, “Arthur!”
Merlin beams. Arthur’s eye twitches.
“What, exactly, are you doing here?”
Merlin makes a face, “What does it look like? I stole some horses.” His lip quirks up, “And some of cook’s pies. But that was just because she’s been such a harpy all this time and she deserved it.”
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He whistles. Merlin laughs. When they settle under the blankets, Arthur finds himself turning to his right and watching the fluttering of Merlin’s lashes as he sleeps. He’s drawn to the rise and fall of his chest, the certainty of it. Arthur’s had many things in his life; riches, nursemaids, knights, glory, and fame. Not one of them have lasted, not one of them has stayed.
Did the universe know his mother’s death would leave a scar he would never stop picking? Did it know he would grow up achingly lonely, tearing away at the skin because the wound was proof he deserved it? Did it weep for him? Did it wish to comfort him so much it put a piece of itself into Merlin, creating a tapestry of destiny just to tie together both of their strings?
Without thinking, Arthur’s hand reaches out, the back of his fingers brushing Merlin’s cheek. Merlin mumbles his name, burrowing closer and Arthur feels his heart pulse. He draws his hand back quickly, before Merlin has the chance to wake and turns to the other side, drawing his hand against his mouth and holding it there, trying to calm his breathing.
He wonders if anyone else has ever touched Merlin like that. He doesn’t understand what it means when he wants to heave at the very thought.
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“I missed you, too,” Merlin said. Then something complicated passed over his face, and he added, “Arthur, I didn’t just miss you, I realized that I need you; we— we're a pair, aren't we? Merlin and Arthur. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who can keep up with me.”
Arthur grinned, wickedly. “I know that wasn’t meant to be a challenge, but….” He wiggled his brows lecherously, and Merlin laughed and slapped at his chest.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Merlin retorted. “Though that’s true, too, I suppose. I just meant that I—” Merlin swallowed, and blinked back tears. “Arthur, I’m too powerful. I’m dangerous. I—”
“Stop that,” Arthur said, firmly, tugging Merlin’s hair until his head fell back, exposing his throat. Arthur bit at it, then dragged his lips over Merlin’s collarbones. They were sharp, like he knew they would be, but that was fine: Arthur liked sharp, dangerous things. “You’re a good man, Merlin; you’re dangerous, yes, and powerful, but so am I. So is Morgana. So are most of our friends, one way or another— yes, Merlin, I am admitting a Prince can have friends, you’re a terrible influence— It doesn’t matter that you have power. Only what you do with that power matters.”
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Merlin jumps in front of a spell to save Arthur. They're not injured, and no one can figure out what's happened.
Then Arthur and Merlin figure out they're tied together. They can't move further than a few feet apart. How in the hell are they supposed to get on with their lives like this?
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- Part 83 of Quarantine Drabbles
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“…don’t pull away…” Merlin’s voice, thick with sleep, coaxes Arthur back. “…not just yet…”
“Sleepy,” Arthur teases gently, scooping Merlin back up, “think you’re going to fall back under?”
“’S not dark,” Merlin slurs, “it’ll be easier.”
“Still want me to hold you?”
Merlin nods, spindly fingers clutching him tightly.
“Alright, you big softie,” Arthur mumbles, already falling back asleep himself, “you go on back to sleep. I’ll be here.”
As he drifts off, he smiles. This is really nice, having Merlin here like this. Maybe…maybe after a little while longer of this, Merlin will feel comfortable enough to tell him he’s a sorcerer too.
Honestly, did he really think Arthur hasn’t noticed?
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Arthur does not need love. A prince is above such things. He does not need to be held, he needs only the embrace of armor on his skin as he trains to protect Camelot. He does not need friends, only allies to ensure his kingdoms future. These are the marks of a good leader.
That is what he tells himself, anyway.
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"Why do you always do that?" Arthur asks, courage welling up in him at once.
"What?"
Rather than not wanting to touch, he sits there like he's waiting for something. Eventually, Arthur realizes he is waiting for permission.
"You always ask, or wait for permission, before you… You never ask before you do anything else. You do whatever you want and don't give a damn what I say about it, so why this? If you hate it that much there's no need to humor me. I thought we were past that."
"Arthur, I’m not going to just start touching you without permission," Merlin says.
“Why not?”
“You'd sack me for thinking about it."
It's a ridiculous reason. “Like you’ve ever cared about that.”
“I care about this,” he says, leaning closer, hands still hovering just moments from Arthur's skin, the steam from the water wafting up like his soul itself is escaping, reaching for Merlin. “You.”
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Merlin and Arthur's relationship set in the universe of The Most Important.
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Morgana leaned back into her chair and smirked at Arthur as she counted off on her fingers. “Let’s see, so we’ve covered family, school, ambitions, past relationships, and your taste which, despite dating my brother, seems to be good taste in books, movies and art, so I’ll chalk that one up to a temporary lapse in judgement.”
“Hey!”
She blinked innocently at Arthur. “What?”
“It’s my birthday.”
“So?”
“So, can you at least pretend you’re not a terrible harpy and scare off my boyfriend?”
“You’re right,” she sighed and turned to Merlin. “Merlin, dating my brother is certainly not the worst decision you’ve ever made.”
Arthur threw a napkin at her. It missed.
Still laughing, Merlin slid closer to Arthur and pressed kisses all over his boyfriend’s face.
“Disgusting,” she teased as she watched her brother try to pretend he was still annoyed.
While they were discussing the new season of Shameless, Merlin’s mobile went off.