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Lancelot had been dead for a week, and the world kept moving. People still smiled and laughed and ate and slept. But Merlin had stopped living. His heart had stopped beating the moment he watched his friend walk into the Veil, shooting him one last apologetic smile before disappearing for ever. People mourned him, there was an air of sadness around the castle. Gwen was probably the most affected by grief. Merlin had seen her staring out a window in a deserted corridor, with tears streaming down her face. She was given time to grieve in peace, though. Arthur insisted on it. Merlin had been given no such luxury. He had been required to participate in the planning of Lancelot’s funeral, and immediately after that, he had had to get back to his usual duties.
Day 27: Muffled screams; Stumbling
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- Part 27 of Whumptober 22
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23 Jun 2026
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Arthur turned his head slightly, letting Tornac’s melodramatic voice fade as he eyed Merlin, expecting a shared smirk and an eye roll.
Instead, Merlin was staring at the table, his eyes glazed over, completely unaware of Arthur and possibly the entire room. His face was white, and a muscle in his jaw was jumping periodically, obviously pulled tight by a clamped jaw. In his lap, Merlin’s left hand was a white-knuckled fist.
For a moment, Arthur thought Merlin was simply fed up. Tornac had been talking for at least fifteen minutes, and Arthur, firm in his decision to let the lords speak their concerns, hadn’t interrupted him except to calmly answer his questions. But Merlin, as a warlock, would be justifiably sick of the man’s relentless opposition. Arthur certainly was.
But it was only seconds before his brain caught onto what his eyes were seeing and made a connection, one that at one time would have made no sense, but that now was very likely to be true.
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- Part 1 of Reelin's Land of Myth Prompt Fills
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22 Jun 2026
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His magic is positively screaming, unable to withstand the thought of Arthur being hurt, of failing to keep him safe. He knows the consequences, but he won't be able to live with himself if Arthur gets tortured because of him. Not if he can stop it.
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22 Jun 2026
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A rampant epidemic of red fever, and a visiting noble who's not quite right, how much can one person manage? Merlin's going to find out, even if it kills her.
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- Part 4 of Winter Light
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15 Jun 2026
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“I don’t know what kind of mischief Merlin allows,” Arthur snaps, trying to wrestle his tunic out of Aithusa’s teeth, “but I’ll not have you chewing on me!”
The dragon’s eyes narrow. It’s really a horrible thing, to have a dragon look at him like that.~*~
Merlin overuses his magic while healing Aithusa and Arthur has to come to the rescue.
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01 Jun 2026