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Arthur Pendragon has spent his whole life untouched—by kindness, by desire, or anything resembling real intimacy. It never mattered. Not until a certain annoying manservant came to Camelot—Merlin—who disregarded all strict royal etiquette and showed no restraint when it came to sudden, reckless displays of affection. Now, there’s something impossible in the space between them, something Arthur doesn’t know how to name—only that he aches to close the distance.
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A slow-burn touched-starved Arthur Pendragon story.
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Guys, there was only one bed.
Guys, some obscure quest in the cold far-up mountains made them "huddle for warmth".
Guys, they might give in to this farm fantasy of theirs.
Can't I just put all the tropes in there?
This fic is rated MSI for Maximum Self Indulgence.
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Arthur inhaled a breath and tore his gaze away, looking to Leon, whose eyes were filled with worry. Arthur heard himself reply but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he said because everything was piling upon itself and all the betrayals and secrets and lies. But nothing, nothing could’ve prepared him for this.
"In order to rise from its own ashes, the phoenix first must burn" - E. Butler
(aka the magic reveal)
Series
- Part 6 of how to love a liar