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If I could hold you for a minute (I'd go through it again) by Merlins_hat
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
24 Jun 2024
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They were in the Lake of Avalon, where many of his loved ones were buried. Merlin would not—could not—let Arthur become one of them.
Gold enveloped them both, and Merlin knew no more.
Or;
Given a second chance after tragedy, Merlin and Arthur wake to find themselves back where their paths first crossed - with the foreknowledge that may allow them to rewrite destiny and realize Albion's shining future. Bonded in trust and no longer divided by secrets, can the legendary pair steer Camelot towards unity and heal old wounds? Or will new threats arise to test their commitment to shaping a peaceful new era - together?
OR,
The dumbasses go through the entire series again but this time with better communication skills, and more sex. (And hugs, lots of them) -
Bookmark Notes:
Stop at chapter 8 💜
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When Arthur finally drew them into a quiet alcove behind the blacksmith's shop, Merlin couldn't stop his hands from coming up to frame Arthur's beloved face between trembling palms, heedless of who might see the intimate gesture. His smooth fingers ran along the lines of Arthur’s face, taking in the sight of him breathing and so so alive.
Arthur leaned into his warm hands, a small smile playing on his lips, and his face showing a type of peace that hasn't been there since he was crowned king. The emotions shone equally bright in Arthur's eyes emboldened him not to hide his own radiant joy and relief.
"You died," Merlin rasped, tears slipping free to wet his cheeks. "I lost you." I failed you , he wanted to say. But before he could drown in self-blame, Arthur silenced him with a touch, a promise, and a shared understanding that transcended the need for words.
"Yet here we stand again, at the beginning," Arthur uttered, his voice resonating with wonder and promise. His hands came up as if of their own volition to cradle Merlin's beloved face, thumbs tracing sharp cheekbones with reverent adoration.