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Smiling softly, Merlin spread his hand over Arthur’s heart. “What about this?” He closed his eyes and let his magic flow through him and over Arthur, golden tendrils linking them just as the garland had done at their wedding. With a sound that was half-sigh, half-laugh, Arthur tipped Merlin’s head up with a finger under his chin, and kissed him softly. “It feels like coming home.”

— On Our Knees (At the Curtains of the Waterfall) by @thesongistheriver (Chapter 4)

Created for @bbcmerlin-reversebang 2025-2026. Posted on AO3 here.

Against his will, Arthur’s lips parted slightly at the sight. Merlin wore a deep navy doublet of fine velvet, the silver clasp in the shape of a triskelion. The colour was striking, a perfect mirror of his eyes, and the cut of it … Merlin had been wearing the traditional loose Druid cloak earlier, so Arthur hadn’t noticed how strong his shoulders were, how lean and lithe his body.

— On Our Knees (At the Curtains of the Waterfall) by @thesongistheriver (Chapter 1)

Created for @bbcmerlin-reversebang 2025-2026. Posted on AO3 here.