I was reading a merthur fic (this one) today and..
In the fic Merlin tells Arthur that he has magic, and Arthur asks why has Merlin never told him and then.. this..
"Just because Arthur could trust Merlin with his life didn't mean Merlin could do the same."
"JUST BECAUSE ARTHUR COULD TRUST MERLIN WITH HIS LIFE DIDN'T MEAN MERLIN COULD DO THE SAME."
This.. is the most devastating line I have ever read in a Merthur fic, ever..
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Since I've been feeling particularly generous lately, here's a snippet of another upcoming fic based on this headcanon by @mandaloriandragontrainer
As the sun cast its golden hues across the sky, illuminating the balcony with its warm glow, Callum stood there, his gaze fixed on the horizon, lost in thought. Rayla approached him, her footsteps silent. She wrapped her arm around his, feeling the strength in his grip as he held her hand.
“Morning, love,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, a familiar greeting that echoed through the countless mornings they had shared together.
Callum turned to her, his eyes reflecting the colors of dawn as he pressed a gentle kiss to her hair. “Morning,” he replied, his voice carrying a weight she couldn't quite place.
“Enjoying the sunrise?” Rayla asked, her tone light, though a hint of concern lingered beneath the surface.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant sounds of birds greeting the new day. Callum's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his expression pensive. Then, with a quiet intensity, he spoke, his words barely above a whisper.
“It's my last,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and acceptance.
Rayla's heart skipped a beat, her grip tightening on his arm as she searched his face for any sign of reassurance. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, her mind racing with a thousand questions and fears.
He turned to her, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and acceptance. “It's almost time, Ray,” he murmured softly.
Rayla's heart clenched in denial. “No,” she protested, her voice trembling with emotion, “don't go,” she pleaded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
But Callum's smile remained tender, almost serene, as he reached out to caress her cheek, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. “I have to, love,” he whispered, his voice steady yet filled with love, “but I'll still be with you, always.” His reassurance offered her a flicker of comfort, but the weight of impending loss hung heavily in the air.
Rayla's lip trembled, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. “Callum...” she choked out, her heart breaking with the impending farewell.
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- a little life
dear god this book. this book is. i'm consuming it like i did with books back in third grade, back when life was just beginning to crumble and i was going down with it, back before i knew just how bad it could get. i'm devouring this book and it is so painful. it's speaking to me and it's making me cry.
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