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Merlin wipes his own memory and forgets Arthur, but lives happily

This is so tuff.

Okay, so I’m going to have to go with Merlin is sad for centuries and here’s why:

Personally, if I were bonded with someone for life, I would never want to forget them. If I had that much love for someone, I think that outweighs the pain. Love hurts, but some people are worth waiting for. 

I don’t think Merlin would ever want to forget Arthur or Gwen or Gwaine or Camelot and everyone who lived there. I think he would be able to turn his hurt into a source of hope for the future. 

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy to wait a thousand years for his soulmate, but I don’t think he would ever even think about forgetting him. I think he would be scared to forget him. He is literally the only living piece of Arthur’s legacy, and forgetting him would mean that he really is gone. If he knows Arthur will come back, he wouldn’t leave him alone like that.

Arthur is literally his only reason for living, as sad as it is. If he doesn’t remember Arthur, he would lose his sense of purpose. 

So I don’t think Merlin would wipe his own memory BUT if he happened to lose his memory because of some random magical event, but then regains it when Arthur comes back, THAT is a fic idea right there. Angsty feels for the soul. Merlin is living through the years without memory of Arthur, and he constantly gets these feelings of déjà vu whenever he sees blonde hair, blue eyes, hears boisterous laughs, witty insults. And then as soon as Arthur rises again, everything makes sense. He feels ashamed for forgetting him, but it was actually Arthur who requested that the high priestesses (or gods, whoever idk) take his memory away so he didn’t have to live in pain. He knew Merlin would never try to forget, and he didn’t want his soulmate to suffer on his behalf. Merlin might be angry, but he knows Arthur just wanted to protect him while he was gone. He wanted Merlin to be happy and maybe he was. Who knows?

It’s all yours :D I am looking forward to reading it :D

Thank you, Kayla! Sam/Jess is the only canon ship I can ever accept for Sam, honestly. They were so good together and no one can ever compare in my mind. The world needs more Sam/Jess in it.

I’m calling this DRABBLE #3

It wasn’t an easy conclusion to come to. In fact, it takes Sam a very, very long time.

How does a person just… move on? How is he supposed to feel so deeply for someone, and then just let her go?

Sarah was the first interaction with a girl that sparked something. It probably helped that Dean really pushed him into her. They went on a date, which was nice, and he liked spending time with her. She was small, but strong. She probably would have made a good hunter if she was given the chance, but he doesn’t want her to have this life. Not when she has a good one with her father and his auction house. Leaving isn’t as hard as he thought it would be.

He first thinks that maybe he could move on when he meets Madison. She’s smart and fun to talk to, and very pretty. He likes her. Not like he loved Jess, but that was months of dates and living together and a ring he carried in his pocket for weeks but never got the chance to give her. He likes Madison. He knows it’s not likely anything will come out of it other than a few nights, maybe a date, before he has to move on. He gets too attached too fast, and when things go south it’s like a knife in the slowly healing scar Jess left.

He does his best to not get attached after that. It’s not easy. He’s always been more… sensitive than his brother. He connects with people easily and that makes keeping his defenses solid difficult. Even with Ruby. He doesn’t sleep with just anyone, after all. The demon blood helps. The adrenaline rush and power mean he doesn’t need to be as attached as he would be otherwise. It still hurts, though, to find out she was leading him on the entire time. Holding her in place to Dean can kill  her helps him feel better, though. He moved on quickly.

One good thing about the Apocalypse is it doesn’t leave much time for him to get involved with anyone new. There’s no point. Deep down, right from the moment he learns he’s Lucifer’s vessel, he knew things could only end one way- he had to die.

Sam’s not sure of everything that happened during the time he was soulless, but he knows he slept around a lot. There were no emotions, no attachments. It was just sex for the sake of sex. Part of him wonders what that’s like- sleeping with a woman and not feel anything for her. Part of him knows he’ll never experience that.

Amelia is the first woman in a long time to worm her way through his defenses and it catches him off guard. Maybe that’s why she was able to get to him so quickly. She understands what he’s dealing with, in the aftermath of losing Dean. She can relate and he can relate back, and that’s something he’s never really had outside of his relationship with Dean.

Sometimes he misses her.

After Amelia, it gets easier. He meets other girls and even sleeps around a little- not like Dean, but no one can match Dean. Piper was nice, for example. Small, soft, sweet. She was easy to talk to and he half hopes she’ll call him, even though he knows she probably won’t.

Some nights, Sam wakes up screaming her name. Some mornings he wakes up reaching for a warm body on the other side of the bed and his heart aches and he has to breath deep to fight back the tears. Sometimes Dean says something ridiculous and he thinks to himself, “I have to remember to tell Jess that.”

!!!! This is beyond exciting. I know technically this didn’t come from your writing blog, but I love your writing! (@one-shots-supernatural) 

I’m so happy you’re having a good day. You deserve it!! 

Yep, Yep!!

“I’m still in love with you. I tried not to, but it didn’t work.”

“No?” Sam chuckled as he pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“No. But don’t do it again, because it might work the second time around.” Laughing a little more, he continued to trail kisses along your neck.

“Okay, I’ll watch it.”

“Good. Cause I kinda need you.” He pulled away, watching your hand slide over your growing belly. “I can’t raise this little one without you.” His hand joined yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Yes you could. You’re an amazing woman.” You hummed, leaning into him more.

“Okay. But I don’t want to.” You both smiled at each other before he leaned in with a sweet, gentle kiss.