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Once again having to contact goodreads to get my fanfiction removed. I already ask that people do not add my work to goodreads in my author's notes, but it is tiresome having to email the team and ask them (yet again) to remove these listings.

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とりあえず初投稿～

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Merlin, legs shaking, slides down against the tree at his back. Arthur, breathing hard beside him, slowly sheathes his unused sword. The woman on the ground, a sorcerer, remains still, body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. Dead.

Silence.

Painful, vibrating silence.

Merlin's fingers flex, brittle with tension. He feels unmoored, unbalanced. Mouth dry, throat catching as he swallows, he stares up at the taut line of Arthur's shoulders, stiff and still as an animal sensing danger, threat.

He feels torn—between begging, desperate, for Arthur's understanding; or shouting at him. He's angry. He's frightened—aching, already, at the thought of Arthur turning to him with a cold gaze, or worse, a fearful one.

Arthur lifts a hand to his face, and rubs at it.

"Well?" Merlin can't help but break the silence. Can't help the provocation that follows: "Are you going to execute me?"

"For God's sake, Merlin," Arthur says, quietly, and finally turns.

A stone plummets heavily through him at the look in Arthur's eyes. Not fear. Not hatred. Not distrust.

Shock.

Hurt.

He scrambles to his feet. "Arthur—"

"How long?" The words seem wrenched out of Arthur now, heaved up, like he's choking on them, body desperate with agitation. "How long have you—lied to me? I thought—"

"Arthur," he says, louder this time, stumbling towards him, head still light from the magic he'd cast only minutes ago. "I couldn't fucking tell you."

"Yes, you could have!" Arthur shouts, wrenching his gloves off and throwing them hard at the ground, fingers trembling at the fastenings of a vambrace. "What, did you think—Did you think I would—?"

Merlin reaches him, gets a hand on the back of Arthur's neck, bare skin to skin. "I couldn't afford to trust anyone, alright?" He presses their foreheads together, damp with sweat. Arthur's eyes are shut now, mouth twisted, grief-stricken. "Not with this. No matter how badly I—wanted to. I wanted to, every fucking day. Arthur, you prat."

And helpless, burning up with it now, he does the other thing he's wanted to do, every one of those days:

He kisses him.

unbalanced @merthurmicrofic {354 words}

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Heaven isn’t too far

Heaven is where you are

Had to draw Merlin and Arthur as Thumbelina and Prince Cornelius!

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today i learned that there are cave paintings of bats and i think you all deserve to see them

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Quick something🤧

(Arthur looks like a idiot)

(Merlin better take good care of his princess)

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A restock and new release of my merthur merch (standee + charms) is also available and up for preorder until June 30th! (Leftovers will go up in August)

link: etsy.com/shop/iovitus

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happy pride month to colin morgan talking about oscar wilde and gay rights 🏳️‍🌈

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The Advisors of the Inquisition: Lord Poncyfart (all ruffled), Knifey Shivdark (all hidden) and Captain Swordface (all marchy)

au where when you met sera and ask her if she offers nobles/spies/soldiers she just steals the job and clothes of one of your advisors. maybe of all of them. she is all your advisors now. imagine

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[insp.]  - (in)correct merlin quotes (7)

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Knights of the Round Table

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Edinburgh Pride, June 21st 2025

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for the @merthurmicrofic prompt unbalanced. i hadn't aniticipated participating, but the inspiration for this one hit me like a truck.

The crown glinted in the candlelight, resting upon a head of strands that were nearly the same shade, making his breath hitch in his throat. Distantly, Merlin felt that he should be used to the sight, but somehow, it continued to catch him off gaurd. They were alone now, in the solitude of Arthur's chambers, having returned from an arduous council meetng. The silence they basked in was meant to be a comfort, but it merely made the loud beating of his heart against his chest more avoidment. Merlin stayed on the other side of the room, with a silly hope that it would keep Arthur from hearing it. He busied himself with his duties, but it did nothing to distract him from his mind's spiral. Arthur was a king, and Merlin, even as a dragonlord, would remain his manservant so long this life of their remained the same. Their roles, no matter what destiny had in store, would be unbalanced.

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pro tip “he freed his erection” is the most useful phrase in any smut writer’s arsenal because it means never having to figure out a dude’s pants situation. how did he do it? were there zippers? buttons? some kind of bizarre lacing situation? maybe he cut off his pants with scissors. maybe it was a wizard. maybe it busted out like the hulk busts out of his shirts. no one knows. no one cares. his dick is out now and that is all that matters. thank you helpful dick wizard.

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My friend and I drew each other's favorite characters.😌🥰

The left column is me, the right column is my friend@Nerikosblog ,her artwork is so cute😭😭

Of course I won't give up on having mini Merlin by Arthur's side.

Your Honor, they can't be separated.

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Local news people shared this to Facebook. It's in the 100s outside. It just made me laugh 🤣