#colinism

It was the suit, Arthur decided. The bloody suit had completely done him in. Packaging Merlin like that – all long, clean lines and seductive collarbones. He was going to have bloody wet dreams about that suit.

Merlin: What doesn’t kill you, you know, usually makes you—

colinism said: this is so stupid. to put it bluntly, merlin is dead. it ended 5 years ago. yes the fandom may be alive and active. but what’s the point of sending hate to you when youre only posting things that make you happy. ‘fake 'merlinian’’ lmao grow up

“I love him, Gwen,” he says out of nowhere. There’s silence. He can tell she’s gone very still, in the middle of putting the milk back in the fridge. Then she says, gently, “I know.” “He’s the best person I’ve ever met.” “Yes.” And he’s hurting me- so much. But that part he doesn’t say. Doesn’t have to. He drags in a deep breath and picks up the tea, takes it to the tiny table he’d leaned against the night he met Arthur and they drink in silence.

“So, something better than a soulmate, huh?” Merlin said, when the two of them finally came up for air. A smile bloomed slowly across his face. “You have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” “Shut up, Merlin.”

He stood in the centre of the kitchen, his arms wrapped around his torso like a little kid after a nightmare, and Arthur wanted to hold him so badly his throat hurt. He crossed the few steps of linoleum between them and took hold of Merlin’s shoulders, turning him so that he had to look him in the face. “Merlin,” he said. “Don’t you get it? I chose you. I don’t care about seeing colours or perfect compatibility, or any of it. I wanted to be with you.” Merlin’s face crumpled. “But why?” “Because.” Arthur tried to smile. “I mean, I don’t know, maybe I’m crazy for thinking that choosing someone is better than just being given everything on a silver platter, or maybe…Maybe I’m just so in love with you I don’t need anybody else.”