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She tried hard to deny it, but she was a monster.
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On his way to Camelot, Merlin meets the Lady of the Lake.
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Freya/Merlin
"She rose before him like the ice before the Spring
And was a queen.
And their touch was like a lover's,
Clear and sweet, drenching and unfolding
With no need for air or sunlight in the deep.
And in the passions that they bared
In pledges won and secrets shared
They'd stand together in what destiny would bring
And crown a king."(lyrics from "Lady of the Lake" by Heather Dale)
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Merlin sometimes heard her voice.
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Merlin slips off to the lake one night and dances with Freya, the lake as their moonlit floor.
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Arthur and Merlin are friends, and each others go to for the in between times, but maybe they were together all along.
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Merlin attempts to protect Freya and discovers some things about himself.
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Down in the Deep (The Index of Refraction) by Elizabeth Culmer (edenfalling) for significantowl
Merlin (TV)
23 Apr 2012
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Now her breath is water. And they are still not the same.
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Tiny bites of fluff, unconnected.
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Merlin visits the Lady of the Lake.
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Today is not like any other day. Today, Merlin doesn't smile, not really.
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- Part 1 of Prologue Verse
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Arthur learns that sometimes blind dates – even unexpected, unwanted ones with Merlin's friends – work out. Eventually. (Written for gwaine_quest for the prompt of 'modern AU, Gwaine is a chef and Arthur berates his cooking')
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Being fuckbuddies goes well for an entire semester. Until it doesn't.
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Fics written for the summerpornathon that I ended up choosing not to use. Pairings and warnings for each fic at the beginning of each chapter.
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- Part 2 of Pornathon 2011
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This was originally written for the following prompt on kinkme_merlin
Merlin has been hopelessly in love with his best friend Arthur for as long as he could remember, but so far Arthur has been dating only girls.
Then one day Merlin meets Freya - a sick girl who has only a few months to live. She asks Merlin to marry her and help her be happy for the rest of her short life. Merlin agrees, and he grows to love Freya in his own way.
Arthur, however, isn't ready or willing to let Merlin go, and the threat of Merlin suddenly being out of reach forces him to confront some feelings he has successfully ignored so far.
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Freya/Merlin, Merlin/Morgana After a night of drinking, Merlin, Morgana and Freya hook up.
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She knows, distantly, that it’s been over half a millennium, not just a few years, since they last saw Merlin. It’s only been a few years for her, though (and for Arthur), short enough that grief sometimes still startles her, long enough that she clutches her memories to her like rags against a blizzard, dreading the day when they wear through completely.
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Freya knew it had been too much to ask of him, that first night they did this, to try it this way. She wanted, but didn't wish to impose this on him. Yet Merlin had listened and he had trusted her. (See work for content notes).
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"I want that more than anything."
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"Now, wait a minute. All you big, manly men--" he hiccupped, must have caught it from Arthur-- "you knights, now, hasn't any of you slept with a woman?"
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Here they have time, though; here they have nothing but time, and they’ve used it frequently—but never, Merlin thinks, quite as well as they could. Well. That can be corrected.
Freya’s mouth tastes fresh like lake water, wild like magic. Neither of them are quite human any more; she’s something like a goddess, a force of nature, and he’s—what?—Arthur’s, and Albion’s, and hers. He doesn’t know what that makes him and he doesn’t care, because when she settles into his arms she’s warm and solid, and what was and what will be can fade from his mind.