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    He pictures the funeral sometimes.

    He pictures someone he doesn’t know saying Viktor’s name wrong. He pictures screaming in public. He pictures stealing the ashes and keeping them in a protein powder container because it’s the only vessel big enough. He pictures lying in those ashes like a widow bird. He pictures baking the ashes into bread and feeding them to pigeons in the park.

    He pictures swallowing them himself.

     

    Or: When Viktor chooses a quiet death, Jayce learns how to love him to the edge of the end and carry what’s left through the sad art of letting go.

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    Merlin didn’t know what was happening. All he knew was he was lost and hurt. He just wanted to go home, but everything was so big and scary. But the man with gold hair seemed very nice. He promised to help him find home. The only question was, could he trust a stranger.

    Or Merlin gets hit by a spell and turns into a child and Arthur does everything he can to bring Merlin home.

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    “Oh. It’s you,” came a dry voice from the other side of the bookcase, and Merlin’s head snapped up. He sensed no gods around, and never in his nearly three millennia had a mortal ever said those words to him; not once.

    His gaze landed on Arthur Pendragon.

    “You can see me?”

    Arthur paused, blinked. “Sorry?”

    “You— you can see me?” Merlin rushed to the other side of the case. “You remember me?”

     

    In which Merlin is a lonely god incharge of the mortals’ soulmarks, one of whom he keeps running into.

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    18 Apr 2026

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    “It’s my job to protect you,” Merlin whispers.

    Arthur’s brow creases. “At the cost of yourself?”

    Merlin gives a crooked, painful smile. “That’s what protection is, isn’t it?”

    Arthur doesn’t speak; he doesn’t know how to respond to that, how to even begin to unravel the lifetime of sacrifice tangled in those few words. Instead, he reaches out. Slowly. Gently. Fingers brushing Merlin’s forearm. Merlin flinches, not because he’s afraid, but because the touch is kind.

    “Let me help,” Arthur says, voice raw. “Just this once. Let me take care of you.”

     

    It's time for someone to hold what was once hidden.

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    “You know my husband well.” Arthur smiled. He should've known this was the case.

    Merlin had this tendency to…adopt, for lack of word, young boys who were lost in life.

    That’s what had happened to Mordred a few years back. And with another boy called Daegel, who Arthur still didn’t really know where he came from. But one day, he was there, and Merlin decided he was to stay.

    Now there were these two orphan boys, young and curious — of course, Merlin would take to them like a duck to water.

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