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cursed-byesexual · 9 months

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Merlin's advice stayed the same throughout centuries (and reincarnations).

(inspired by Heartstopper, the lower panel isn't mine but of course belongs to the lovely Alice Oseman)

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Merlin Memes;

(Meme 1).

(Meme 2).

(Meme 3).

(Meme 4).

(Meme 5).

#only in camelot #onlyincamelot #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin #the knights of camelot #knights of the round table #the knights of the round table #knights of camelot #merlin memes #merlin reincarnated #merlin reincarnation au #merlin reincarnation #arthur pendragon

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 6 months

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Vampire Arthur: [chuckling] We're like two sides of the same coin.

Merlin: [freezes]

Vampire Arthur: [concerned] Merlin?

Merlin: [tears falling] Fuck, hearing that shouldn't make me cry. He would've called me a girl for crying, I uh [wipes away his tears] shit, sorry. [tries to smile]

Vampire Arthur: [curious and slightly jealous] Who?

Merlin: [shakes his head] Someone from my past, anyways—

Vampire Arthur: [holds Merlin shoulders trying to peer into Merlin's eyes] Tell me who holds your heart still?

Merlin: [looks back at Arthur then to the side] A King, whom I'll wait forever for even if it kills me each day to do so.

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 2 months

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Reincarnation au where everyone comes back/modern Merlin headcanon

Merlin and Morgana would be best friends.

It definitely takes a long time. They talk about their issues with a fair amount of violence and magical battles, but then eventually get to a point where they can stand to be in the same room together without committing war crimes against each other.

After a while, Merlin is struggling with something and Morgana begrudgingly helps him out.

They begin a tentative friendship that builds slowly after that until one day, Morgana needs help with something modern and goes to Merlin saying something along the lines of: “you killed me, you owe me this.”

So begins the running joke and beginning of a beautiful horrifyingly chaotic friendship.

Morgana asking for Merlin to buy her a drink, specifying without poison this time

Merlin asking Morgana to cat sit because she put her pet snake in his neck that time

Morgana tells Merlin he’s got to help her move into her own flat because he was really crap at killing Arthur that one time

Merlin asks Morgana for help getting out of work because of all the times she kidnapped him and got him in trouble with Arthur

Morgana asking Merlin to drive her around since he was so good at driving her out of Camelot

Merlin getting Morgana to buy him a coffee because she stole his magic

It takes a while, it’s not until one of their friends asks why they spend time together if they hate each other that Merlin and Morgana look at each other, then they both realise they’re friends now and break down laughing hysterically. It terrifies everyone, thinking they’re having a breakdown or something, but they clear up that they’re good friends, just that they’ve got a dark sense of humour.

Everyone just looks on horrified because they don’t have context for most of their jokes, but at least they’re getting on so is it really worth questioning it?

Everyone just learns to live with it.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin bbc #headcanon #merlin emrys #modern merlin #good morgana #redeemed morgana #morgana #chaotic besties #reincarnation #reincarnation au #immortal merlin #reincarnated morgana #i’m bad at tagging

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sunsetcurveauto · 1 year

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ORESTES: Where have I seen you before?

MOIRA: In a dream.

ORESTES: A thousand years ago.

— Euripides (trans. Anne Carson)

#a reincarnation au of sorts #or a returning au that works too #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #euripides #anne carson #tina talks #merlin mb #its ridiculous how difficult it is to find side profile pictures of these guys #it took me several hours. ridiculous!#my mbs

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pendragonsclotpole · 4 months

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Merlin Season 5 AU! See end for inspo!

They arrive in Camelot to the news of Mordred’s death. For the first three days of their return, Merlin fixates on the demise of Arthur’s bane more than he does on the significance of Mordred’s death. Mordred’s absence lifts the heavy burden of destiny off of Merlin’s shoulders for the first time in years. He can rest easy, breathe better, live contentedly in the realization that while Morgana remains, Arthur is now free from the curse of his bane.

It takes him weeks to wonder what this might mean for the decision made by Arthur. He is rightfully taken by surprise when one morning, Arthur awakes long before him and presents him with an even longer scroll over breakfast. It is an act to repeal the ban on magic. It legalizes certain forms of magic automatically, presents a drafted proposal for a hierarchical system to police wayward sorcerers, and provides a place on the Council for a Court Sorcerer. The details are so meticulously outlined that Merlin knows deep in his heart Gaius helped Arthur write them. Merlin’s hardly realized he’s crying when Arthur’s arms wrap around and he’s blowing snot into the King’s doublet. He mouths his apologies even as Arthur rubs a comforting hand on his back and whispers back reassuring I knows, and it’s alrights.

In the end, they fulfill the prophecy. Camelot’s golden age lasts for decades. Arthur’s territories grow, and his people thrive, and Merlin stands by his side throughout it all. Magic flourishes. Camelot thrives. Arthur lives and ages. Merlin lives and ages. Arthur dies.

It takes decades. Their bodies grow weak their knees get knobby, (Merlin grows a beard of respectable length much to Arthur’s dismay and annoyance) but eventually Merlin finds Arthur’s body the morning after Arthur’s 96th birthday. It is early enough that none of the servants have arrived to tend to their fire. Merlin, with hands now nearly as wrinkled and gnarled as Arthur’s face, uncorks the vial he’s carried around his waist since the day of Arthur’s first collapse, and swallows whole the concoction within it. The poison takes a few minutes to activate, but by the time he hears footsteps down the hall, Merlin can feel the poison painlessly traveling up his veins and clouding his vision. He smiles, content and sure in the thought that when he awoke next it would be to Arthur’s smiling visage.

He wakes up hours later to Arthur’s cold, sightless blue eyes in the crypts of Camelot. They are alone, about to be placed in stone. For a moment, Merlin thinks he’s merely in the in-between or perhaps brought back as a ghost. He closes his eyes and wills his soul to venture elsewhere. He wills it so much he says nothing as he’s lifted into the walls and entombed beside Arthur. There is something insidiously macabre in seeing your soulmate rot beside you as you desperately attempt to force death to take you. Throughout the process, Merlin absentmindedly thinks if Arthur’s eyes were not cursed to be sightless forevermore the former King would be staring at him with disappointment. I’m sorry, Merlin tells Arthur repeatedly. The apologies peter out when Merlin attempts to die by gouging out his own eyes. He hypothesizes for a few days that the more pain he can elicit, the closer he gets to Arthur. He stops increasing the pain after escalating his to disembowelment and then ceases his attempts to bring about his own death completely after blowing up his body only succeeds in speeding up the decomposition of Arthur’s body. The explosion is both a blessing and a curse. The instant incineration is painless and removes the horrible byproducts and odors of a rotting corpse, but it also leads to Merlin’s eventual resignation. Try as he might, he cannot join Arthur—not even in the presence of their shared crypt.

When he finally pulls himself away from the skeletal remains of Arthur’s frozen and once gnarled hands and musters the force to blast out from the crypt, two months have passed. The body he leaves behind sealed in the crypts is no longer Arthur Pendragon. Arthur Pendragon has left this world. Merlin should have left it with him and now he must find out why he remains, perniciously. There is only one person he can turn that will have this knowledge. Merlin runs to the nearest field and screams out for Kilgharrah. The dragon’s arrival shakes the entire earth around them, but even Merlin can see the weakness in the creature’s movements as he lands.

“So even you are not immune to old age, old friend.” Merlin says. Kilgharrah’s golden eyes look muted in the daylight, and pieces of his scales flake off into the ground.

“You will find only one of us is immune to death by old age, Emrys. And it is not I.”

“What do you mean?” Merlin’s anger gets the best of him. He is confused and hurt and humiliated and alone and deprived of his last wish. He has no room for ambiguities or cruelties. “Have I not fulfilled my destiny? Have I not earned my place of rest?”

“You cannot rest. You are Magic itself. For as long as there is magic in this realm, you will exist in this realm.”

Merlin lets the words rest on the wind for a few seconds before letting them stew and fuel his anger.

“So that’s it then? Years of toiling under the weight of prophecy, decades of laboring to maintain the Golden Age I sacrificed my very being for, and this is how it ends?” Merlin takes a shuddering breath. “You said we were meant to be two sides of the same coin, that are destinies are intertwined. Why is he gone and why am I still here?”

“Arthur is the Once and Future King, Merlin. When the need of Albion is at its greatest, he will return. You are the very essence of Magic. For as long as this realm needs magic, you must remain as magic’s stalwart defender and guardian.” Perhaps realizing the cruelty of his words, Kilgharrah issues one last prophecy. “Do not despair, Merlin. In truth, you achieved the best of all possible outcomes. In another life, Mordred might have lived for longer and Arthur’s death fulfilled decades earlier in place of your true destiny. You received a temporary peace instead. When Arthur returns, he will bring about the end of magic and your death with it.” Then, with a weariness Merlin recognized only in himself, Kilgharrah pulled back his wings and departed.

Merlin never sees him again. It is for the better. It takes Merlin three centuries to forgive the dragon for never pointing out what Merlin himself should have seen. It takes another five before he stops trying to die.

They had achieved everything. Two sides of the same coin, and yet when the story ended, it amounted to nothing.

Arthur died because Arthur was mortal.

Merlin is Magic. Merlin is immortal. Merlin cannot die.

@sneakyboymerlin I blame you for this. Inspired by this amazing post:

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merthur #king arthur #merlin emrys #bbc merthur #fanfic #immortal merlin #immortality #i read the original post and just started thinking #ok what if they did accomplish everything that was in the prophecy but it changed nothing because merlin’s immortal #and arthur’s title of once and future king is more than just a nice epithet but instead an allusion to a reincarnation cycle #like merlin’s immortal #but arthur’s mortal so he’s gotta be able to reincarnate to match that #oo now i want a reincarnation au #i wrote this instead of working #merlin season 5

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iamcaledonia · 2 years

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Merlin sat on the sofa reading a book, occasionally taking a sip of his iced drink. From down the corridor drifted the sounds of Arthur running a bath, and Merlin couldn't help but smile, distracted.

Arthur had only been back for a few weeks and the wonders of the modern world were still astonishing him. Merlin laughed quietly as he heard Arthur turn the water on and off over and over again, each time emitting a pleased and puzzled gasp.

Eventually, the noise settled and Merlin turned back to his book.

When Arthur emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, a large cloud of steam accompanied him. Merlin looked up, marking his page.

Arthur was rumpled and damp, his hair standing on end, and dressed in his colourful pyjamas and big, fluffy slippers. He smelled strongly of bubble bath. His skin wasn't just flushed, it was a bright, painful-looking red. Again. Merlin smiled fondly and shook his head.

"The tap labelled 'cold' works, too, you know."

"Hot water!" Arthur said, complete with emphatic hand gestures, "On demand!"

"You always did have hot water on demand!" Merlin wiggled his fingers towards Arthur meaningfully.

"Yes, well, I didn't exactly know that!" Arthur pouted, but he climbed onto the sofa anyway, settling between Merlin’s outstretched legs.

"Yes, well, there have been a lot of revelations lately, haven't there?"

Merlin smoothed Arthur's hair as Arthur lay back, making a contented sound like a cat. A few moments later, Merlin pushed Arthur away until he had forced Arthur to arm's length.

"Get off me! You're like a furnace!"

"I can keep you warm!"

"Arthur, stop, it's the middle of summer and I don't need to be kept warm!"

Which was fair enough because it was bloody roasting in the flat.

Arthur relented, pouting some more and resigning himself to the opposite end of the sofa. It was amazing how loud Arthur could be even if he wasn't speaking.

Merlin, sighing, felt his eyes glow golden as a chill breeze whipped up from nowhere, effectively cooling the entire living room.

"Oh, come here, you great big radiator," Merlin grumbled, but he was smiling as Arthur crawled back into his arms.

#merthur #microfic #modern au #merlin x arthur #reincarnation au #fluff #fluff everywhere #i needed a hug #so i wrote one

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teefscrubz · 1 year

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NEW MERTHUR AU ALERT !!!

Sure, for a couple hundred years of immortality, Merlin was able to occupy himself with a variety of hobbies, people and experiences, but nowadays (as in, the past few thousand years) he's just been so....well, bored.

Having a good year or two is nothing but a blip when spanned across thousands of years of depression and loneliness, after all.

But recently, Merlin has found a new past time—Something he never before considered, not really finding much interest in such a boisterous activity, and yet here he is, a professional in the field.

Illegal street racing.

Here Merlin was, glorious wind in his hair, earphones blasting music as he swerved a corner, his sleek red car (proudly named 'Excalibur', because who was Merlin if not a creature of habit?) smoothly sailing the roads with ease, leant back comfortably in his seat with the windows down. Sure, the air was cold, but it felt so damn good on his face. It always did.

It reminded him of riding horses back in Camelot. The open road; Merlin missed being able to venture as far as he wanted across wooded land. Not that Arthur ever let him, of course.

Merlin is brought back to the race at hand when he crosses the finish line, twisting the wheel and letting Excalibur skid to a stop. He climbs out, preparing to bow as per usual; he expects to be greeted by the usual roar of applause—Merlin insists he never uses magic to win a race, but the recognition does feel damn good. Even if racing was starting to lose the adrenaline filled fun for him by now.

Except the crowds aren't cheering for him. Instead, he turns to see a car already waiting for him; impossible, Merlin ALWAYS wins, after all. He's had too much practice.

But there is a flash of blonde hair climbing out of the battered old black car, a tattered thing that surely couldn't have won against him and yet somehow escaped even his attention. Merlin's eyes follow as the blonde man rises to his full height, turning with a bright grin and waving to the cheering crowds, only for his smile to fade when his gaze lands on Merlin.

Merlin feels winded, a ludicrous laugh of surprise tearing from his chest.

"Emrys," The blonde man smirks, making his way forwards to offer a hand, "I'm a big fan. Honoured to have beaten you today—The name's Arthur Pendragon. The crowds call me the King."

"You clotpole." Merlin chuckles, ignoring Arthur's hand out of disbelief. "You absolute prat. You're back."

"It appears so. Err—Back from where?"

Gods, he's just as stupidly handsome as he was the day they fought at Camlann. Finally, Arthur has risen. Finally, Merlin smiles.

#RACING AU #I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT #rivals to lovers except theyre in love from day 1 #reincarnated arthur #merlin being merlin #he'd still wear his neckerchief #merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #au

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jemmie-heartz · 1 year

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Lancelot is:

🩷 A Swiftie who A crazy goth girl who 💜 🩷 is so girly pop really likes heavy metal💜

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chaoticthotsstuff · 11 months

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someone write a sciles fic where its a reincarnation AU where stiles is merlin and scott is arthor.

#teen wolf #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merthur #merlinxarthur #scott mcall #stiles stilinski #sciles #AU #reincarnation #fic ideas #headcannons #fanfic prompt #ao3 #fanfiction #reincarnation au

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silverdrws · 9 months

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and who (gwen, morgana, and else ppl) should they be???

my head/sketches rn i’m leaning more on merlin as hank and arthur as connor but idk yet with the others ppl

#brain braining #merlin #merthur #merlin au #asking y’all cause they both make sense in my head #cause if merlin is hank i could make him like season 5 or the angsty immortal he is #and make arthur android like the ‘reincarnation’ special model or something #but reverse it fits more with their canon dynamics

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Merlin in the modern day Moodboards Part 1;

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Character: George the servant.

Modern name: George Brass.

Age: 37 years old.

Modern job: Butler who doubles as a body guard.

Short rundown of their modern life: George lives with his wife, Sefa, in a cheap apartment along with his brother, Tyr.

Character: Sir Gwaine.

Modern name: Gwaine Jones.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Fleamarkert sales person and boxer/wrestler.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a vagabond who boxs and wrestles people for money while living out of his Rv, he's in a relatively new relationship with Percival, and has a couple of kids. Just for the chaos of it.

Character: Sir Leon.

Modern name: Leonard 'Leon' Grant.

Age: 43 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a detective who shares an apartment with his coworker, Lancelot, and his wife, Vivian. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others. He's not reincarnated. He's just immortal and has helped Merlin find the others.

Character: Sir Elyan.

Modern name: Elyan Smith.

Age: 40 years old.

Modern job: Photographer and travel blogger.

Short rundown of their modern life: He is a traveling photographer and blogger who promotes not only his sister's business but his childhood friend's business as well. He also makes swords and knifes for fun and has adopted a child named 'Salem Shrine' who eventually took on his last name. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others, which is actually how he found Salem to begin with. He is also married to Mithian.

Character: Shrine/druid boy.

Modern name: Salem Smith.

Age: 11 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Born Salem Shrine, he grew up an orphan and met Elyan Smith (his future Adoptive father) at the community youth center when he saved him from drowning. He was adopted not long later and changed his last name to Smith.

Character: Merlin.

Modern name: Merlin Everstone.

Age: 36 years old (physically at least).

Modern job: Physician/doctor.

Short rundown of their modern life: Merlin has slowly been finding the reincarnations of people he knew and had become a doctor. He is married to Freya and owns a strawberry farm near some mountains and a lake with a couple of farm animals. He is trying to take care and make peace with the reincarnations of his friends and one off allies. Including some that had become his enemies in his old life.

And he's still trying to keep them alive while hoping that Arthur rises before more of their enemies do and before the world gets worse. And he really hopes that there is a way for his friends to remember the old days and for his old enemies who have good in them to forgive him.

He is tried of all the fighting and really hopes that he doesn't outlive all of them again because waiting for one of them to pop up sucked. You know, since being immortal and trying not to grow attached to other people is not easy.

Character: Kara.

Modern name: Kara Galdur.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Waitress.

Short rundown of their modern life: She is a waitress at a dual club-restaurant called 'Morgana's' and she is engaged to her live in boyfriend, Mordred.

Character: Sir Lancelot Du Lac.

Modern name: Lancelot 'Lance' Griffin.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: Lance is a single detective who lives with his coworker/partner, Leon, in an apartment with Leon's wife and volunteers at the community youth center with the others.

Character: Sir Mordred the druid boy.

Modern name: Mordred Barlow Le Fay.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Med Student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Mordred lives with his fiancée, Kara Galdu, in a flat above Morgana's restaurant & gay bar/club. He is Morgana's adoptive brother and changed his last name, Barrow, to his middle name so he could change his last name to Le Fay.

Character: Lady Morgana Pendragon.

Modern name: Morgana 'Morgan' Le Fay.

Age: 41 years old.

Modern job: Owner of Morgana's restaurant and gay club/bar.

Short rundown of their modern life: Morgan Le Fay is the daughter of a stay at home mom socialite—who had an affair with a now deceased business man (who is her real father)—and a soldier. Her mom went missing and her father died, leaving her and her older (by two years) sister, Morgause, orphans.

Eventually she found a young orphan named Mordred not long after his father died and took him in, treating him like a brother.

She is estranged from her older sister and is helping put Mordred through school and her restaurant/club is located right next to her childhood friend, Gwen Smith's, Boutique.

She is also a former lawyer.

(What would you guys call Gwen's Boutique/flower shop).

Big thanks to @hufflepuffpirate20 , @gwaine-lover , @genderfunky-lesbian , @everything-but-the-not-natural , @witchmd13 , @sautedonions , and @purpleblobfrompluto for the help.

(I don't care much for Kara but thought I'd include her anyway because I care about Mordred. Plus she could maybe change in the future after realizing she done fucked up).

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 5 months

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Merlin: You want me to do what?

Vampire Arthur: Go as my date? Just for one night.

Merlin: Okay...Arthur you got a shifty look about you now.

Vampire Arthur: [coughs] Well you see, since it's Halloween, we'd be in costume, obviously I'll be a vampire King and you my dear will be dressed...in this! [Holds up a lovely black and red gothic dress] Fit for a queen! [Smiles, fangs showing]

Merlin: [smacks forehead] You are insufferable.

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 2 months

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I need a How to Train Your Dragon x BBC Merlin crossover where Hiccup discovers the dragonlord in order to save a lot of dragons from dying and Arthur returns. Maybe the other knights too?

Or maybe something about saving Aithusa from Morgana

I don’t know, I haven’t got far with fleshing it out more than that but it’s been stuck in my head all day so I thought I’d share

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cinnabons-treasure-trove · 11 months

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[Text: "Gotta see what my kids want."

Merlin chuckled and slid out of bed, he rolled his eyes once the door opened and his two cats rubbed up against his legs meowing loudly as they do whenever they want food or attention.

"Alright, alright you two. Calm down, it's not breakfast time yet you menaces."

He bent down to pet them both; his void kitty Stella, a gorgeous long haired black cat, jumped onto his shoulders to nuzzle his cheek before curling round his neck to nap, whilst his orange furball, Cheesey Puff, began running around him.

"Familiar When You Touch Me" – part 2]

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centurieslove · 6 months

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"He had a mark," Anthony says, lifting his hand to gently put it to the skin behind Emory's ear. "Right here." He rubs his thumb to the spot, fingers light in the nape of his neck. "Like you do. And a dimple, when he laughed, just one, right—" He lowers his hand over Emory's jaw, fingers soft as they stop at the side of his chin, below his mouth. "—Here. And a scar, from when he climbed a tree as a child, right . . . " His hand drops from Emory's face and comes to rest high on his thigh, fingers softly inching up and down the seam as he adds a whispered, "Here."

Accidental Memory in the Case of Death by derryere

#do you understand. how insane this scene makes me #as if the whole fic doesn't make me want to walk into traffic #merlin fic #reincarnation au #please. someone #someone help me #im drowing in drafts of edits of this fic because i Am Sick I am Diseased in the head #*drowning lol #accidental memory in the case of death

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