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    "That was magic," Arthur accuses.

    "Oh." Merlin just nods, looking unperturbed.

    Arthur fights to keep his expression calm, mind racing and heart pounding. "Sorcery is outlawed in Camelot. On pain of death."

    Merlin splutters, finally fixing Arthur with an affronted glare. "It's not like I meant to do it!"

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    Merlin gets hit with a spell meant for Arthur and loses his memory. Revelations ensue. Set sometime after 5x02.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    “What did you do now Merlin?”

    “Got cursed.”

    Merlin slumped into the room and fell onto the bench of the table across from Gaius, laying his head dramatically on a book of something or other Arthur didn’t bother to look too closely at.

    “Cursed.” Gaius echoed, unimpressed.

    “Cursed.” Merlin sighed back, like some kind of weepy maiden.

    “He can’t lie,” Arthur supplied, walking further into the room and standing behind Merlin, pushing his head off the book roughly. Merlin squawked and glared at him before shaking his head and turning back to Gaius.

    "It gets worse."

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    29 Jun 2026

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    "You can take Daisy out to fetch the cloak-"

    "How do you know that?"

    Arthur closed his eyes, expression riddled with irritation before turning to look at Merlin expectantly.

    "Know what?"

    “The mare I use. You know I call her Daisy? I never told you that." Merlin explained. Arthur stared for a few moments. He could see the flicker of emotions pass easily over him. Anger, annoyance, exasperation, indignance, and finally acceptance...AKA the Five Stages of Grief (Pendragon Edition).

    "You talk to the horse.” He pointed out. Merlin narrowed his eyes.

    “I whisper to the horse."

    "...am I supposed to not hear it?” Arthur asked. Merlin wondered how likely it would be that he also heard him whispering magical spells if he heard him murmuring to the bloody horse. “Also, only you would choose such a ridiculous name.” He muttered. Merlin swallowed. This wasn't a problem at all, right? Right.

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    Merlin knows Arthur well. Better than he knew himself apparently. What he hadn't expected was for Arthur to know his servant just as well... This causes problems. (also known as "The Time Merlin Had a Mental Breakdown Over Arthur Being a Normal Human")

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Merlin spent the week and a half that Arthur was gone splitting his time between crafting careful explanations that never ended up explaining the important things, the things that would make Arthur listen, and making half-baked plans to escape to Ealdor. He found a number of fire-proofing spells that would have no effect if they decided to cut his head off, and figured out how to adapt an invulnerability spell he had been trying to find a way to cast on Arthur without him noticing so that it would protect him from being decapitated, but it would have no effect on anything but metal. Despite all his frantic searching, he did not find a teleportation spell, because that would have been too simple and if there was one thing Merlin had learned in his years at Camelot, it was that nothing was ever simple.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    So now there is Charles, trying to physically make himself the size of a dandelion sprite in Niko's mason jar to fit right into the crook of Edwin's better judgement. He should be sorry, given what he's done, but he has no qualms, takes no prisoners, the full arsenal of his unruly magnetism on display. What is left of Edwin is shredded into tiny iron filings and sprinkled on a sheet of paper.

    And if he stands in the middle of it, what is Edwin supposed to do? Not cluster along the flux lines?

    Impossible.

    (Charles uses the love card to get out of an argument, fucks around and finds out.)

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