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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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“Merlin,” Arthur murmurs reverently. “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin—“
“Yeah,” Merlin chuckles wetly. “Yeah, Arthur, it’s me,”
Arthur surges forth, kissing Merlin wherever he can reach him, buries his fingers in Merlin’s hair and held on. He opens his eyes, and Merlin’s eyes are blue. “Gods,” he gasps, “gods, Merlin.”
Arthur looks into Merlin’s eyes and finds his own emotional turmoil reflected there, the blankness and cold indifference gone, and his relief is so great it cuts him at the knees. At that moment, he felt like he could collapse then and there, and he suspects Merlin is the same, if the way they cling onto each other is any indication. They’re both shaking, both desperate for reassurance.
I was so afraid, Arthur thought. He holds Merlin’s face in his hands, grinning wide like an imbecile. A part of him hardly dares to believe it.
“You pulled me back,” says Merlin. There’s wonder in the way he says it, as if he could scarcely believe it. His gaze is warm. Arthur basks in it.
“Of course I did,” Arthur scoffs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’d do the same for me.”
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I’m begging you not to hurt him, nameless figure who will one day replace me. He’s been through too much. He is golden, the only star I needed, and his light is too easily put out. Give him your all and keep him burning, and he will do the same, stroking your hair and whispering his thoughts and dreams to you. You will never have to ask the universe for anything ever again.
Love him. Don’t let him go.
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"This magic inside of me - it’s yours. My magic is yours, Arthur. It always has been.” He leans forward until there’s nothing but his eyes looking into Arthur’s, their faces mere inches apart, their breaths mingling as one. “You won’t kill me. And I won’t leave you.”
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Merlin bites his lip. “Is this… Is this a one-time thing?”
Arthur pulls back to look at him, at the cautious look on his face, the wary hope. “No,” he answers simply.
“Then what is it?”
Arthur shakes his head. “Don’t be an idiot, Merlin. You’re mine .” He grabs Merlin’s hand. “I’m not spending another night without you in my bed.”
Merlin raises his eyebrows. “Is that so, sire ?”
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Merlin spent the week and a half that Arthur was gone splitting his time between crafting careful explanations that never ended up explaining the important things, the things that would make Arthur listen, and making half-baked plans to escape to Ealdor. He found a number of fire-proofing spells that would have no effect if they decided to cut his head off, and figured out how to adapt an invulnerability spell he had been trying to find a way to cast on Arthur without him noticing so that it would protect him from being decapitated, but it would have no effect on anything but metal. Despite all his frantic searching, he did not find a teleportation spell, because that would have been too simple and if there was one thing Merlin had learned in his years at Camelot, it was that nothing was ever simple.
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Arthur’s voice was quiet, awe and terror and wonder. “Why me?” He asked. His voice shook. “You don’t—you think I’m a prat.”
Of course. Merlin almost laughed. It would have to come to this, tonight. To the last secret, the greatest one of all. But he had let go of everything that had held him back these long years, the fear and the anger and the pain, until only magic and this hold him together, and so of course this had to go as well.
“Oh, Arthur,” he said, fond and a bit exasperated, that he had to voice this at all, as he detached his arms. Arthur still gazed at him like he was everything wonderful in the world, and Camelot—Albion—still lay at his feet—Arthur’s dream, Merlin’s dream. “Arthur,” he said again, and kissed him. It was the last thing he had to give, and he gave it gladly.
It was not a long kiss, not deep or passionate. A declaration, nothing more; a press of lips on lips. Then Merlin stepped back, empty. He couldn’t even find it in him to fear the expression on Arthur’s face.
Arthur’s hand was pressed to his lips, his eyes as wide and dark as they were when they saw the magic. “Merlin,” he said again.
“I would give you everything,” Merlin replied. His eyes were no longer golden. “Everything.”
Arthur continued to stare. Merlin couldn’t help but smile—the blank stare, such a familiar expression. “You could say something,” he challenged. It made Arthur snort, as it was supposed to.
“Merlin,” he said, for what has to be the dozenth time. “You talk too much.”
“I—” Merlin started, but then he was cut off by Arthur’s lips.
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"Enough!" Arthur shouts, his voice easily carrying across the room. "The only enchanting that's taken place here is you getting me to believe you actually had my wellbeing at heart."
"Oh course I had your wellbeing at heart! Your mother was—"
"My mother would be ashamed to call you her brother knowing that you had betrayed her only son," Arthur says coldly. He may never have had the chance to know his mother, but he's heard enough about her from Gaius and other courtiers. She was as loyal as she was beautiful—there is no doubt in his mind that she would have been disgusted to see what Agravaine has become.
Nothing more than a snake in the grass.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Agravaine says quietly, murderously. Even from where he's standing, Arthur can see his eyes flash with rage. "Your mother—"
"Was loyal to a fault, as I had hoped you would be. You're an insult to her memory," Arthur snarls.