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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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"You didn't hear, then?" The man released a delighted, incredulous laugh, unknowingly drawing attention from neighbouring tables. The din in the tavern quietened. The scrape of cutlery and squeak of bar stools ceased as heads tilted towards them and ears pricked curiously. "It's only the biggest scandal of King Uther's magic-hating reign."
Arthur's hand tightened around his drink, causing the wooden flagon to creak under his grip. He glared down at the sticky, chipped veneer of the table.
"Spit it out already," the man's companion urged.
His voice dropped into a faux whisper, the way gossip-mongers always sounded when revealing an especially succulent rumour. “Prince Arthur of Camelot is a sorcerer.”
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Are you sure you want to accompany us?" Arthur asked, after Ceara and Mordred had been safely returned, and the druids had foisted supplies and meals on them.
Merlin rolled his eyes. "Stop being a clotpole."
"I'm serious. I don't care what Iseldir or the others say. You shouldn't feel obligated—"
Merlin silenced him by pressing his plush lips over Arthur's in a demanding kiss.
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Written for this prompt at kinkme_merlin, which asked for diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.
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21 Apr 2026
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"Actually," Merlin begins, but it creaks again. "Er, why don't we move inside? I mean, I have a room."
Arthur blinks at him as he stands up, face narrowing a little in disapproval. "Isn't that a little fast, Merlin?"
Merlin throws his arms out in dismay. "You bought me dinner! In fact, you took me out for dinner in a romantic country pub! I've met your sister! I've met your father! You've saved my life! What more could-"
"I mean," Arthur interrupts, hilarity brightening his face, "that twenty minutes ago you were in the middle of a hypo."
"Oh," Merlin says. "Right. Er, well, what with the chips and the biscuits and the porridge, my sugars are probably up far too high. I mean, I might need to burn some energy up."
"Well, seeing as it's a medical emergency," Arthur drawls and lets Merlin drag him upstairs.
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A kidnapping changes things between His Royal Highness Prince Arthur of Camelot and Merlin Wyllt, his irreverent valet.
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21 Apr 2026
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"Your Royal Highness?"
Arthur winces. He shuts the tap off, saying, "Just Arthur, please. I told you, no need for titles in your own home."
"Arthur."
"Yes?" He plugs the kettle in, retrieves the teapot from the dish drainer.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you a cup of tea." He glances over his shoulder. "At least I assume that's what you were after, dragging yourself in here. You finally wear out that damn bell?"
"No, I mean, why… " Merlin makes a vague gesture with one hand, exhaling with an audible sigh. "We haven't really talked about it, but Gaius said you know about my…um, that I'm a sorcerer?"
"Not just any sorcerer." Arthur keeps it upbeat, breezy. "I hear you're kind of a big deal…or will be one day, if you apply yourself."
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If nothing else, Merlin has had to learn to deal with beautiful fucking people all the fucking time. He is trained in the art of tolerance against the beautiful, goddamnit.
In which Arthur is very pretty, and Merlin is very angry about it.
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- Part 17 of honey, i love you
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21 Apr 2026
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“Merlin, what -”
Arthur's lips are a little chapped, but ultimately exactly as soft as Merlin has been forcing himself to not imagine. They taste like horrible fucking wine, but they’re there in the way Merlin had convinced himself they may never be, and really, that morethan makes up for it.
The two of them share a single breath after Merlin moves away before Arthur can respond (though, he only moves, like, a centimeter back. So moves away might be a bit of an over exaggeration), and then suddenly everything’s all movement, again. Arthur chases his lips and Merlin meets him halfway, this time. His hands move to cup Arthur's face, and the first kiss they share together (because Merlin being the only one to put any effort in does not count) lingers sweetly for a moment, until Arthur pulls back.
There’s barely a hair width of space between them, this time, so Merlin can feel Arthur’s smile (smirk?) curving against his mouth without having to open his eyes.
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Sunlight hits just right on the golden bangs falling into blue eyes. His lips have that smug quirk Merlin so hates. In a low voice, he asks, “Does that mean you’ll date exclusively me?”
That snaps Merlin right out of it. “What?”
Arthur nods to his shirt, making him look down.
And printed there, in big, black letters is, ‘lol ur not arthur pendragon’.
“Oh my god.” Merlin stares at the text in horror. This is a nightmare, a disaster, a fucking catastrophe. Absolute worst thing to happen to him in his entire life. Pendragon must think Merlin is some obsessed megafan, interested in him.
Side note: Gwaine Orkney is a dead, dead man.
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He grins at Merlin. “I hear you were imprisoned for the crime of being a drama queen. But don’t worry, I’m here to bail you out.”
“A drama—” Merlin splutters. “Oh, is that what they’ll call it when it I murder you all in your sleep?”
He means it as much for Arthur as for the three shitbags watching from the hallway, but Arthur isn’t paying him attention anymore. He has dropped into a crouch. “Who’s this, then?”
Merlin looks down to see the cats emerge from the room, winding between his legs. Aithusa shuffles excitedly behind Kilgharrah while he sits regally in front of Arthur, regarding him with too-wise eyes. Arthur coos out a greeting and holds out his hand. Merlin snorts; that kind of shit doesn’t impress the old bastard.
But then Kilgharrah gets up, gives a single lick to Arthur’s outstretched hand, and pads back into the room.
Merlin’s jaw drops. He feels like Caesar.
Aithusa takes it as a go-ahead to jump on Arthur, mrowing happily when Arthur catches her and rubbing her nose everywhere. She places a paw on Arthur's nose and pulls herself up to bite his hair.
Arthur’s laugh comes out as a snort. He looks up at Merlin, and says in a nasal voice, “I think we like each other.”
Traitors. Merlin is surrounded by traitors.