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  1. Rec 10

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    "[He] stood up straight and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't notice that his eyes were red and swollen, or that his shirt was severely rumpled and partially untucked. His tie had been loosened and the top two buttons undone. But he didn't see any of that. All he saw was his greatest demon: the man who had shot his brother."

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    08 Oct 2017

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    Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.

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    22 Sep 2017

  3. Rec 42

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    During a hunting trip gone wrong, Merlin is forced to save Arthur with his magic, despite being injured. Arthur reacts badly, and takes Merlin captive back to Camelot to face trial - Or, he would have had they not run across bandits. They ransom the king, but Arthur wants nothing to do with the sorcerer, who suffers the abuse of the bandits. Merlin whump abound. Two-shot.

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    21 Sep 2017

  4. Rec *

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    After being forcefully removed from Camelot, Merlin returns several years later a very different person.

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    21 Sep 2017

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    Lionel is the first, approaching Merlin one late summer afternoon as the sun slants through the dust in the stables and turns the air into heavy fire.

    I mourn, now that your house contains
    such fractured shadows.
    This wine you’ve handed me
    tastes sour. I joke and you do not laugh.
    When you speak, assuming my approval,
    I stare into discoloured
    depths of my glass, longing
    to get away...
    (Harry Guest, "Death of a Friendship")

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    21 Sep 2017