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He only realizes he’s doing it when it’s too late to stop.
He’s standing in the drink aisle of the grocery store, checking the expiration dates on the cans of Coke, mentally cross-checking them with Boston’s away game schedule, and the reality hits him like someone shook one of those cans and popped it open. A snap. A fizz. A mess.
Shane is making space for Ilya.
(or, lessons in budget-friendly shopping, home decor, and resisting the urge to neatly combine all your situationship’s shit into a drawer in your bedroom because you might be falling in love with him: a seven-ish step guide by shane hollander, who is so, so fucked)
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Merlin has made a simple request: he just wants this Saturday to be an ordinary day where he and Arthur relax at home and enjoy each other’s company. No frills, no fuss, no fanfare.
Arthur complies. Mostly. Sort of.
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Arthur knows for a fact, in that tiny kitchen at a quarter to three, after who knows how many cups of coffee, that he will never love another human so much as this.
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Merlin is the only reason he hasn’t snapped yet. Arthur’s tired and exhausted and just so so sick of art but seeing how Merlin’s face lights up when he sees one of his favourite pieces or how the tips of his adorable ears flush read as he excitedly babbles on about the brushwork and use of colour (even though he knows Arthur can’t tell if it’s good or bad one way or another) fills him with so much affection that he knows he’d happily spend the hundred or so days that he now knows it would take to see each and every piece. Arthur would do anything to keep that childlike mirth alive in his features.
The small velvet box in his pocket suddenly feels a lot more heavy and insistent.
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Merlin felt them – a weighted, clattering presence – mere moments before Gwaine's soft curse coloured the air. Three bones, increasing in size, hung from a branch, knocked softly against each other: gruesome tokens strung up as toys for the soft breeze. Nor were they the only ones. Every few paces, there were more, nestled in trunk hollows or strung in strange shapes. They picked out a path ever deeper, where the trees grew tall and thick and old, indifferent to the fleeting, human lives that crept beneath their bower.
When Merlin and the others stumble across a grim discovery, it falls to Merlin to set things right. Can he undo the dark magic wrought upon this place, or will the price of the attempt be more than he can possibly afford to pay?
(Based on the word "Lustrate" for Benji)