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“Merlin.”
His hair, his eyes, his smile. Merlin knew it all by heart, but still it took him by surprise. It— the wonder, the love, the ache— crowded everything else out.
“Arthur,” he returned, and could not help but smile.
His name had always sounded like a smile.
“Hū lange slēp ic?”
Merlin froze.
Or, Arthur comes home— but what does it mean to come home, when the word for home has changed?
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24 Dec 2025
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“Arthur.”
Merlin is stumbling, barefoot, ungainly, down to the water’s edge before he has even made sense of what he’s seeing. He stands there, too hopeful to breathe, and watches the spot where the water tangles.
A hand. A head. Shoulders, a cape of water, and Merlin is running, crashing through the water, to the figure climbing out of the lake.
They meet where the water is waist-deep, and there they stop, several feet apart.
But it isn’t Arthur.
It’s Merlin.
Or, a grieving warlock tries to bring back his king.
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24 Dec 2025
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Arthur didn’t know how to reconcile the Merlin that still existed in his head, big-eared and clumsy and glib, with the one who sat beside him, who looked at him with golden eyes, and spoke so easily of fate.
Or, trapped at the bottom of a lake, Arthur must come to terms with Merlin’s magic.
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24 Dec 2025
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Consequences come for Marta. Blanc gets caught up in the mess. There’s only one person he can call to help them get out. Luckily, Father Jud’s door is always open.
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24 Dec 2025
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His first mistake is not picking up the phone.
In Jud’s defense, it’s been a long fucking day. And not one that he’s keen to recount.
He’s kept the damn thing turned off for most of the day. As a rule, he stays fairly available on Sundays, but—well, extenuating circumstances call for extreme reactions. Thankfully, he had kept enough of his head after Mass to force a shutdown instead of what he wanted to do, which was to hurl it against the wall and watch it shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Night is young, though.
Or: A Wicks truther comes after Jud in the middle of Mass. He's fine. Benoit disagrees.
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23 Dec 2025