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myths0f01d · 4 months

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Ok so few months ago I can't remember when. I went through a faze of reading every merlin cross harry potter fic I could find. Including merthur. It's a small list. A really really small list. It's amazing though. I grew up obsessing over harry potter and then merlin. So obviously I devoured the fics and then grew sad when there were no more. So I started writing my own. To be fair it was a very complex story line I chose to write so it didn't last long. I think I have the first half of the first chapter down but I have no hope even for that. But now. As the flame is rekindled. I'll be thinking it out more and writing it again. I say this in hope. But I have no idea since school is starting soon for me.

I have the summary written and maybe the title? I'm not sure.

Also fun fact about me. I have never stuck to reading a 100k fanfic until I read 'Emrys Ascending' by tricksterity on ao3. Probs one of the best merthur fics I've ever read. Go check the fic out. You won't regret it. Trust me.

Anyway here's the summary for my own one. Sort of. Or the main outline?

Many years ago, around 300 years to be exact, Merlin placed the crystal of Neahtid in vault 713, in the lowest part, at the time, in Gringotts wizarding bank. He thought it would be safe there.

What he did not expect was that approximately 200 years later would he be informed that it had been taken, then attempted to been taken again. Now chasing after a half giant, a child and a wacky Headmaster and some unforeseen lurking evil Merlin is forced to venture out into the wizarding world once more.

Though now in hindsight it was not a smart idea to attend the school as an 11 year old boy, apparently it raised a lot of questions when you appear out of nowhere.

It also does not help when a few older years resemble suspiciously to close to Arthur and the knights, so its no wonder he’s so distracted.

There's going to be loads of shenanigans by the way. I want it to mostly be funny fluff and light hearted. Obvi there has to be angst on some parts. I still have a lot to refine and go through but the base idea and what I want for it is there

Here's the old summary (first draft)

Long ago merlin put the crystal of neahtid in vault 713 in the depths of gringotts Wizarding bank.

He thought it's be safer there.

It's not his fault a half giant, a child and a slightly less marbles then there should be headmaster stole it.

And it's certainly not his fault when he thought the best plan of action was to go undercover and take it back. As an 11 year old.

Only to find out the past has come back to haunt him. In the form of of a few 3rd years scattered across houses.

Because really, Guise isn't around anymore to tell him it's his fault. So he'll believe it's not.

That is until he hears a familiar laugh in the forbidden forest.

Ok so maybe it is his fault.

Destiny can go shove it honestly, merlins not amused.

Tell me witch one you like better

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 3 months

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Morgana, reincarnated: The term "domestic housewife" implies that there are feral housewives, and now I have a new life goal.

Merlin, crying after Arthur and Gwaine discovered vine: No. Please, just no. 1500 years was not enough time to prepare for this shit.

Morgana, laughing maniacally: I’ll even take notes from you, poison the tea, start stabbing guests,

Merlin: Oh gods.

#bbc merlin #modern merlin #reincarnation #good morgana #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #gwaine #morgana #morgwen #merlin bbc #merlin #incorrect merlin quotes #merthur

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hannahhook7744 · 9 months

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Modern Merlin Moodboards (Part 2) (Revamped);

Character: Queen Guinevere Pendragon.

Modern name: Gwen Smith.

Age: 37 years old.

Modern job: Owner of a floral and boutique shop called 'Camelot Beauties'.

Short rundown of their modern life: Gwen Smith was born to a poor family in Brooklyn and grew up very happy until the death of her mother, which caused her older brother, Elyan, to runaway from home when she was 12.

Her mother was a seamstress and her father was a factory worker—both of whom would die from separate illnesses when she was 11 and 19 respectfully (not long after she first started her business). Leaving her on her own for a few months aside from her childhood best friend— Morgan's—family until her brother returned.

She would later go on to attend the weddings of Mithian and Elyan & Morgan and Del (as well as several others as she continued to meet people that her new friend Merlin kept introducing her to)—and she'd go to volunteer at Tristian and Izzy's Youth Center. Which was very fulfilling.

However, she could never quite shake the feeling that something was missing. A feeling that only slightly lessened when she adopted the baby boy she found on the doorstep of her shop when she was 26.

A feeling that continues to grow with every dream of the blonde with a charming smile in red who feels like home.

Character: King Arthur Pendragon.

Modern name: Arthur Smith.

Age: 38 years old.

Modern job: Stay at home dad (until he becomes more acquainted with the modern day).

Short rundown of their modern life: King Arthur Pendragon has not yet risen but will likely become a stay at home dad (until he becomes more acquainted with the modern day) when he does.

Character: Arthur the lesser and Artie Pendragon.

Modern name: Artie Smith.

Age: 11 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Little Artie was left on the doorstep of 'Camelot Beauties' where he was found by the owner, Gwen Smith, who took him in.

She went on to raise him with the help of Morgana, Elyan, and the others.

Which caused him to befriend most, if not all, of their kids.

Character: Morgause.

Modern name: Morgause le Fay.

Age: 43 years old.

Modern job: Lawyer.

Short rundown of their modern life: Morgause le Fay was born to an unfaithful stay at home mom (and former socialite) and a soldier (who loved her very much).

Eventually though her father died during combat and her mother disappeared in a fire (caused by an oven that was developed and sold by the Penace Industries— Morgan's father owned), leaving her in charge of her younger sister and permantly disfigured at 17 years old.

She then had to fight tooth and nail to become emancipated and then fight to gain custody of her sister against her sister, Morgan's, biological father (who was a very bigoted and classist man). Which wasn't easy to do but she managed. All the while beginning to hate the man more than she already had before the incident.

She went on to rent a house with a wannabe magician named Edwin so she could properly take care of her sister while she took up different jobs to provide for them both. And later the little street rat her sister took a liking to, Mordred.

After Morgan graduated, Morgause started to seeing Edwin—who she had already befriended and bonded with over their shared burn scars—and went to law school. Still working multiple jobs to feed herself and Mordred (with help from Morgan who had gotten a scholarship and access to a trust fund after her bio father died).

And eventually, Morgause graduated and began a lawyer—one who fought for those who couldn't fit for themselves. One who fought for businesses like the one her sister ran.

Character: Edwin Muriden.

Modern name: Edwin 'Ed' Mercer.

Age: 43 years old.

Modern job: Famous Magician.

Short rundown of their modern life: Edwin 'Ed' Mercer grew up in the circus, raised by magicians until he was 7 when an oil lamp made by Penace Industries caused the trailer he lived in with his parents to burst into flames with them inside while he was playing outside.

Once he realized that his parents were in fact still inside, Edwin threw himself into the flames trying to save them and became disfigured in the process.

From that day on, he swore vengeance against Penace Industries—more specifically the owner—and ended up becoming roommates with the man's daughter and her older half sister, who Edwin took a fancy to.

He dropped his plans for revenge after Morgan's father died and continued on his path to becoming a magician.

Eventually crossing paths with Magicans Sophia and Gili, and street performer, Daegal, who he kinda became friendly rivals with.

Now he's a famous magician but still lives with Morgause who he is dating (niether are into the whole marriage thing) and he is very happy.

Character: Lady Morgana Pendragon.

Modern name: Morgan le Fay.

Age: 41 years old.

Modern job: Owner of Morgan's Palace (a restaurant and gay club/bar).

Short rundown of their modern life: Morgan was the product of an affair between rich business man Uther Penace and her unfaithful stay at home (and former socialite) mom.

For the first fifteen years of her life, she was unaware of this fact as she was raised by her mother and her mother's husband—who was a solider—alongside her older half sister, Morgause.

Then her step father died in combat and a fire broke out because of a faulty oven that caused her mother to disappear and her sister to become disfigured.

She was in the foster system for months as her sister and father fought over custody of her until her sister finally won and took her in, working her ass off to provide for her.

When Morgan was 17, she found a little boy around 4 digging around in the trash trying to find some food after his own father died and convinced Morgause to take him in as their brother.

The boy's name was Mordred and he now works at the club/bar/ restaurant that Morgan opened up as soon as she had the proper licensing (at 21) and built with the leftover money from her trust fund (that her bio father left her).

Her business is located right next to childhood friend (Gwen Smith)'s shop, Camelot Beauties, and she (along with her wife, Del, who owns an occult shop just up the road) has helped Gwen raise her adoptive son, Artie, since the very beginning alongside her own son, Morgie.

Character: Forridel.

Modern name: Del le Fay.

Age: 41 years old.

Modern job: Occult Shop Owner.

Short rundown of their modern life: Del le Fay (Nee West) was raised by her elderly grandmother who remained her only family until she died when Del was 24.

Leaving Del grieving and the proud owner of her grandmother's occult shop (West's Occult Shop).

The shop where Del would meet her adoptive little sister, Kara.

The shop where Del would meet her wife, Morgan le Fay, one day when she was 26 and looking for a present for her little thirteen year old brother, Mordred (who it turns out Kara knew when she was little if the pictures she had on her were anything to go by.

They quickly became friends and after three years of being friends, they started dating and eventually married.

She is also hiding a white baby dragin named 'Aithusa' that she found that only Morgan's son knows about. Well, officially anyway. Plenty of people have seen the dragon and it has become a bit of a local cryptid around where they live.

Character: Morgie le Fay.

Modern name: Morgar 'Morgie' le Fay.

Age: 13 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Morgar 'Morgie' le Fay was born under mysterious circumstances to Morgan le Fay before Morgan and Del started dating.

He was raised alongside Artie and has always looked up to his uncle Mordred.

When he was three he started having visions of his mother's past life and because of that he's become somewhat disillusioned to the world around him. And he's started to resent Artie.

And ever since he learned how to read, he's been practicing magic in secret. Including dark magic.

He's been helping his other mother, Del, hide and take care of Aithusa and thrives on hearing the stories people throw around about the supposed 'cryptid' that he knows is just the dragon. He finds them hilarious.

He is very happy with his parents despite his growing mental health issues and resentment towards the world around him.

Character: Sir Mordred.

Modern name: Mordred Barlow le Fay.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Waiter (at Morgan's Place) and Medical Intern.

Short rundown of their modern life: Mordred Barlow (Now Moedred Barlow le Fay) was born in a Wiccan compound who kept to themselves who he lived with for the first few years of his life.

When he was four, his father was sent out for supplies and took him with him—only to be killed in a mugging. Causing Mordred to have to fend for himself for a couple of days until he was found by Morgan le Fay who convinced her sister to take them in as their father.

So his name was changed to Mordred Barlow le Fay and he was raised as their little brother.

When he was 13, Morgan got him some Wiccan books for his birthday from the shop where she met her girlfriend, who just so happened to be fostering Mordred old childhood friend, Kara.

Now he lives in a flat above Morgan's Palace with his fiancée, Kara, where they both work while he interns at the local hospital under Dr. Merlin Everstone as he studies to become one himself.

Character: Kara.

Modern name: Kara Galdur.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Waitress (at Morgan's Place) and Overnight Stocker (West's Occult Shop).

Short rundown of their modern life: When Kara was 11, her guardian abandoned her into the custody of Del West who's treated like a younger sister ever since.

When she was 13, whe was reunited with her old childhood friend, Mordred, and her adoptive sister befriended his adoptive sister.

When she was 16, Del and Morgana married, and she started dating Mordred.

Now she works as a waitress at Morgan's Palace and an overnight stalker at at West's Occult Shop, and lives in the flat over Morgan's Palace with her fiance, Mordred.

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Mood boards for my Merlin story 'it's time, it's time, it's time' where the younger characters of Merlin get reincarnated and have a second shot at life. Minus Leon and Merlin who are immortal and have to find a way to prevent history from repeating itself.

Big thanks to @hufflepuffpirate20 , @gwaine-lover , @genderfunky-lesbian , @everything-but-the-not-natural , @witchmd13 , @sautedonions , and @purpleblobfrompluto for the help they gave back when this au started off (which was a lot). Tag list: @history-of-stories .

Here is a link to the story on ao3.

Part 1 is here.

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sebastiansmytheapologist · 1 year

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i can’t believe merlin (2008-2012) happened the same time glee (2009-2015) did.

#while merlin fulfilled the prophecy of defeating his lover’s hot evil witch sister and we began to wait for arthur’s reincarnation #gay blaine was forced to rejoin a lesbian cheerleading team because he lost a duet to the cheerleading coach singing super bass #in a bleach blonde wig #and a pink leopard print bodysuit #glee #blaine anderson #sue sylvester #merlin bbc #merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon

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pinbitch · 6 months

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if they do make new merlin content, what do you want it to be?? a new season or a reboot?? modern merlin and arthur just appearing at the lake?? reincarnation?

deeply seggsy ask to just hit me with completely out of the blue bestie. but i must confess: the character i am least invested in in merlin is……..merlin. the characters i MUST see again would be gawain, morgana, and gwen

so i’d probably go for reincarnation of everyone in the modern day (or in the future! merlin IN SPACE) with old man merlin who has been living and waiting all that time. they’d be facing some threat which has caused them all to come back, and it would address the fact that the prophecy Was Not Fulfilled the first time

#merlin #a merlin reboot for me would center around morgana #how she was right and how she was wronged #and yes some redemption there too i GUESS if i HAVE to admit that she did some evil things. like twice #she did evil things exactly twice #i have some ideas floating around about how i’d do this #and yeah new characters based on unused characters from the legends i’d introduce #but at the end of the day a reboot under my power would not be about merlin so at this point just create a whole new show lmao #also i’m sorry but i have no interest in merthur sorry #actually now i’m thinking about this a mix of reincarnation #old man merlin #and the people who died in the final episode just walking out of the lake as if it was yesterday #would be Real Fun #still in space tho #arthur is the once and future king so set it in the future

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niishiki · 1 year

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"Let me read your tea leaves for you," Morgana said as if it was a normal thing to say while sitting in a cafe with your younger brother, drinking tea.

"I am starting to get seriously concerned for your sanity," He replied. "This lack of sleep seems to be driving you insane. Have you actually spoken to your doctor about it?"

#merlin bbc #merlin the new adventures #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin/arthur #modern era #king arthur returns #reincarnation #morgana #good sister morgana

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lucifleeuur · 1 year

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A Chance Encounter - Chapter 1 - 3,096 words, 17k characters

Chapter 2

After an out of the ordinary surge in customers comes to the Cafe, Michel comes to the aide of Giselle to rush out orders. What he doesn’t expect, however, is the familiar face he encounters among the crowd.

Takes place shortly after the events of The House in Fata Morgana: Reincarnation. Plain text under the read more

When one thinks of a café, what comes to mind? A quiet break, a small shop selling baked goods, coffee, perhaps. No one would be faulted for thinking of this, in fact, quite the opposite is true. It's what is expected of most; and for this café in question, that was normally the case. However, a rather uncharacteristic cacophony of noise and chatter filled this usually serene space.

Two women appeared to dance behind the bar, moving quickly yet efficiently to appease this sudden burst of people. Coffees were poured and plated, baked goods served and replaced on their quickly emptying shelves, a lone waiter the one rushing these deliveries to the tables, both inside and out. His steps, however, were much more clumsy; quite nearly spilling or dropping what he held in his hands with every order, barely managing to catch everything at the last moment. It was apparent he was not used to this work.

"As clumsy as he is... that waiter is kind of..." "Beautiful?" "Yeah... There's no other word to describe it, y'know? Though, maybe 'otherworldly' works too." "Oh at this point you should just ask for his number then if you're using fancy words like that!" "Oh c'mon he's at work I could never!"

The man in question was far too preoccupied with his current task to pay the idle chatter much mind, cleaning off tables that new customers had already seated themselves at. The whole place was working like a well lubricated machine. The waiter once more approached the counter, prepared to deliver yet another order to see... Nothing.

"Oh, thank goodness I could catch you Michel! We got one last order for a table outside, and then we should be all caught up!" "I'm surprised you didn't eat shit out there, if I'm honest!"

Michel, realizing he now had a chance to breath, collapsed on to the counter with a loud sigh of relief. He panted heavily, his body not used to this level of physical exertion. One of the ladies behind the counter, his wife Giselle, let out a small giggle as she approached, patting him gently on the head.

"You did a good job out there, not one complaint or anything! After this, you can sit down in the back, okay?"

Michel nodded silently, his breathing still quite laboured as Giselle returned to her work. He laid there in silence for a moment, the cool wood of the countertop soothing his bright red face, almost of a similar hue to his eyes. He raised an arm to wipe at his forehead, his bangs clinging to the sweat drops that had formed, wet chunks of white hair sticking out in weird directions as it dried.

The sound of glass being set beside him on the counter awoke him from his stupor, picking up the glass of water that was handed to him and looking around for where it needed to go on instinct.

"No no no! That's for you! Take a seat for a sec, it takes me a bit to make a latte anyways!" Giselle smiled, a look of concern on her face. "I know you're not used to doing this kind of work, so you gotta stay hydrated!"

"I... would prefer if you could say something like that without smiling..." Michel, however, was also smiling himself. He knew she was just worried, and him making jokes of his own in response was his way of showing her that he was just fine. The two had been married for quite some time, after all, so they understood their small eccentricities better than an outsider might. On top of this, the two shared a rather long and storied history together, a story across centuries and many lives. But now is not the time for this tale. That is a part of their story far behind them, and this a continuation of said story. Together.

"Alrighty that should do it! That's gonna go to the gentleman outside. He's got this SUPER cute little dog with him, and he's pretty big and burly too! Hard to miss, I promise!" Michel was handed the cup by the other girl working the bar, Maria.

He accepted the cup with a nod, looking down at the beverage with a confused look on his face. The foam of the latte appeared to be a small cat, sleeping atop the coffee serenely. Whiles it was quite cute, he was still a little perplexed.

"You're... sure that's the right customer?" "Oh what, cus he's a big tough guy he can't like the cute little kitty drink? C'mon Michel you're better than that!" Maria laughed, giving Michel a gentle push on the shoulder. Enough to tease but not enough to put him off balance. "I... suppose you're right. Sorry." He smiled meekly back at Maria, turning towards the front door and heading to the outside seating area.

Michel stepped outside of the café, taking a deep breath of the fresh spring air. It was overcast, making it a little easier on his eyes unprotected. The forecast was calling for rain later that day, leaving a pleasant scent of rain in the air before it had even started. The fact that anyone had decided that it was worth it to sit outside when the rain could start at any moment was a shock to Michel, but no deeper of a shock once he rounded the wall out front and caught a glance at the customer he was to deliver to.

Reminding himself mentally that this was an order for a customer was the only thing that stopped him from dropping the cup right out of his hands, his eyes widened in shock, his body frozen in place. He stared across the courtyard, staring directly at the man he was to deliver it to.

He was tall, extremely well built, and had a rather tiny dog as Maria had described. This was indeed the man. However, there were other details she naturally did not go in to, as they were of course things that were not necessary to define him among the crowd. His cropped blond hair, his well groomed facial hair, his blue eyes...

"Di...di......er...?"

He blinked, shaking his head. There's no way... There's no way he would remember, right? Of course he wouldn't. He and Giselle were outliers, and it was for the best for most of them, he was sure Didier was no different. Michel approached slowly, partially to be sure he didn't spill the drink in his hand but also due in part to his apprehension of approaching his eldest brother after so long. As he approached, Didier turned his head up to Michel, a smile coming to his face.

"Oh whoa this is much cuter than I thought it was going to be! It's impressive!"

Michel placed the cup before him, a twinge of disappointment in his heart. 'He really doesn't remember... Perhaps that's for the best.' he thought, forcing a smile.

"Just let me know if you need anything else, Didier."

The pair froze, Michel's eyes snapping wide open. How could he be so stupid! He was just telling himself how Didier did not remember their past. This was only going to be just as off-putting as it was when Giselle said as much to Maria. He needed to come up with something, anything, something witty.

"E-Er I mean u-uh..." "..." "I'm... sorry sir um... You just look... uh..." "No uh... You're... right. That's me but uh... Oh! I guess you're a fan of Panda's Instagram, huh?"

Instagram? Michel wasn't entirely familiar with most social media apps, frankly that was more of Giselle's wheelhouse than anything. He had a passing familiarity with Instagram due to Giselle stating the café had an allegedly 'huge presence' there and on some other video sharing site. Tick Tock she said? He couldn't be sure. On top of this... Who was this 'Panda' he spoke of? As he was about to enquire for more information, Didier leaned over, picking up the rather tiny dog that had been politely sitting on the ground beside him.

"Oh t-that must have been where... Ahaha..."

Michel stared at the little dog being presented to him. He was not entirely familiar with dogs as he had always considered himself much more of a cat person, but even he could admit that the tiny creature before him was quite adorable. It had a long white curly coat, the excess fur on its face tied up in to a sparkly red ribbon. Large wet brown eyes sparkled at him, Michel noting the rather tiny and frilly red dress with white spots it wore. On top of all of this, it wore a bright pink harness with matching leash. Absolutely not the kind of dog Michel thought Didier might own by any stretch of his imagination.

"Funnily enough I only made the page to share her with my gym buddies, but it blew way out of proportion. Can't say I've ever met a fan before though." "O-Oh yeah I'm a big fan...! Check for posts e-everyday!"

Beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. How long could he keep this façade up? If he asked even one question, the whole identity he had built up would come crumbling down. He prayed nothing of the sort would come up, and it would appear that just for today, God was on his side.

"Oh Michel! You forgot the... Oh... Oh that dog really IS tiny and adorable! Ohhh can I say hi?!"

Giselle had run out with a very small espresso cup filled with whipped cream on a tiny saucer, placing it on the table beside them all. Didier nodded, handing the small creature over to Giselle. The moment she lifted the small creature in to her arms, it squirmed and writhed in excitement, giving excited little licks to her face and whining happily.

"Oh oh yes yes hi! Hello hello yes hi!" Giselle giggled, doing everything in her power to keep the squirmy tiny animal in her arms. Michel couldn't help but smile at the sight as Didier rose from his seat to help Giselle with the task of wrangling the ever loving Panda. "Sorry she loves meeting new people, she can get a bit wound up." "Oh no, no problem at all! She's so cute!! What's her name?"

It left a strange feeling in Michel's heart to watch Giselle and Didier have a normal conversation with one another. In another life, perhaps this is something he dreamt of. A future with Giselle and his brothers, one he was almost fully convinced was beyond his reach, and yet... It filled him with a bittersweet pang of sadness, knowing that the Didier before him was the brother he loved once upon a time who had no memories of him. Uncharacteristically, he spoke before the words quite reached his brain.

"You said... gym buddies. You... go to the gym a lot?" Michel asked, watching Didier gently take Panda from Giselle. "Hm? Oh, yeah, all the time! I do a lot of personal training and the like. You a gym rat too or something?" "Who Michel? Oh absolutely not, he gets winded just walking up one flight of stairs! He looks like a tomato by the time he gets to our front door!"

Giselle giggled, resting a hand on Michel's arm lovingly. Michel grimaced slightly at the statement. Not due to it being inaccurate, but rather just how it made him feel in the presence of a man like Didier. Whiles not by such a drastic margin, the man was taller than Michel, but that was not what made him insecure. It was how... wide... he was. The man was a brick wall of muscle, as he had been in their previous life. Michel recalled his childhood back then, of his dreams and his wishes back then, of the body he wished he would have as he got older. Was it insecurity he was feeling? Not quite, it was something else. Some feeling he couldn't define hung like an iron ball in his gut, painfully pulling at his heartstrings as it swayed back and forth. An itch at the back of his mind, a twitch at the back of his eyes, squeezing his face in to a pained grimace.

"Oh wow, really? That... Sounds problematic. Maybe I could help, if you want of course. Like I said, I'm a personal trainer, I could start at something more your pace and we could work around what you're good with and then go from there?" "Oh um I... I don't know..."

Of course Michel wished to spend more time with Didier, he had expressed as much back then at the end of his time in that house. But at the gym? The idea of himself in clothing appropriate for that setting was unimaginable for him. Allowing others to see just how thin he was wasn't something he was exactly thrilled to think about, especially in a place where people would certainly be looking at him like... That.

"Oh c'mon Michel it would be good for you! More stamina would be uh... Y’know... Good! Yeah!" Giselle beamed up at him. Even under overcast skies it felt as though the best parts of the sun's light shone through her eyes, her emerald eyes glittering with joy, rendering him powerless to almost any request of hers, a fact she knew all too well.

"I... Suppose I could... try." "Well you don't seem a hundred percent on it so I'll tell you what."

Didier placed the small dog on the ground, sliding his hand through the loop at the end of the leash before taking a seat once again. He lifted a gym bag from beside him from the ground, placing it in to his lap and digging through its contents. Pulling out a rather simple black wallet, he reached inside, pulling out an equally simple looking card and handing it to Michel.

"Call, text, e-mail, whichever is easiest for you. We can schedule something sometime if you're sure about it. How's that sound?"

Michel accepted the card, taking a closer look at it. Sure enough, it was Didier, he even had the same last name as before. Didier Bollinger. Giselle peaked over at the card, blinking in surprise upon reading it closer. "Oh... huh..." Giselle's brow furrowed as she looked at the card, her eyes running over the text over and over again in confusion.

"Oh um... yes uh. I will... let you know! Thank you and um... So sorry to interrupt your lunch. Please, excuse us." "Oh not at all. Thanks for the coffee!"

Didier gave a friendly wave, grabbing the small espresso cup off the table and gently placing it on the ground. It would appear the whipped cream cup was for... Panda. Giselle leaned over for a moment, giving a small wave to the little dog as she dug in to her delicious treat, before turning and joining Michel back in the café.

Michel gestured for Giselle to join him in the back, away from Maria and the other customers. Upon her shutting the door, she immediately jumped in to a panicked spiel.

"That was your brother, Michel! That was Didier wasn't it?! The same Didier! The one who wrote that letter! The one who... who... oh..." Giselle's look of excitement crumbled, remembering all too well the last thing Didier ever did for Michel in their past lives. Or perhaps, more accurately, the last thing Didier ever did TO Michel in their past lives.

"I... wanted to see him again, Giselle. I have said as much I just... Wasn't expecting to see either one of them like this... If... Ever again if I'm honest." "W-well then it's a good thing you got that card, right? I mean... You said you wanted to reunite with them, so... Maybe this is a good thing! Take it at your own pace and reach out when you feel most comfortable to... Right?"

Michel nodded, pulling the card out of his pocket once again and looking it over. Clearly he was making some kind of face, as Giselle placed her hands gently on his cheeks, cupping them lovingly.

"It's okay, Michel. Maybe... it's best he... doesn't... remember. You told me that the Didier you saw back at that house was... Consumed by guilt, right? Maybe you can just... start over? Have a new life and new relationship together, one on much better terms than last time, yeah?"

Michel stared at Giselle for a moment, blinking, before his face softened. His lips curled up in to a slight smile, raising one hand to hold Giselle's and leaning in to her touch.

"Perhaps you're right, Giselle. You... usually are."

Giselle smiled in turn, lowering her hands down to his waist and pulling him in to a tight embrace. "It will be better this time, I just know it."

Michel nodded silently, returning the hug with one arm, raising the other to look at the card once again. Didier Bollinger, personal trainer. A phone number, an email, and... some names beside what he assumed were social media websites. Holding the card in his hand felt strange, reading the words 'personal trainer' over and over in his mind, the feeling he had felt earlier began to return. He was sure he had felt this before, but when? As the thought began to take root, it was immediately plucked from the base as Giselle tightened her grip on him, the thoughts and feelings dissipating as though they were never there to begin with.

"Well I have to get back to work! There's still plenty of customers out there even if we aren't getting anybody else coming in! Can't spend all day cuddling up with you... sadly." Giselle released her embrace with a smile, giving a gentle and brief rub to his chest. "I assume you'll... Still be helping out?" It was less a question and more a request, something Michel understood all too well.

"Yes. Of course I will. I would be happy to." He stuffed the card back in to his pocket, joining the ever smiling Giselle in returning to the floor. The thoughts of the events of that day fading away in his mind as the day passed. The rain began to fall, washing away the strange feelings in his heart and mind. He would think about everything else later. Right now, he had Giselle, he had their café. All a small piece of their happily ever after.

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