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    Arthur Pendragon and Merlin Emrys have one thing in common: They both know about loss. One is a farmer, run off his land. One is a rich man's son, looking for his mother's heritage. They meet in the deserts of the western frontier, where getting lost seems easy, but taking a chance might just find you the place you belong.

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    “And how is the third spell cured?” Merlin presses, not daring to breathe. He could swear even his heart goes still as he waits.

    “By a kiss from the victim’s soulmate,” Gaius replies, looking up to catch Merlin’s unfiltered expression. Merlin had been expecting to slay a beast, or perform a ritual, or track down some ancient healing crystal. He could do those things, in fact he was used to doing them at this point. This, on the other hand.

    “But soulmates aren’t real,” Merlin says, brow furrowing. He pictures the fondness in Arthur’s eyes when he looks at Gwen, and the sweet smiles she returns. A deep, aching pressure builds in his chest. “Surely, they aren’t real?”

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    07 Apr 2026

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    “No,” Arthur just says, and stares at the car. “You can’t be serious. Your car is falling apart.”

    Immediately, Merlin's smile disappears. Belatedly, Arthur remembers his promise to Lancelot. To be fair, being nice doesn’t constitute being killed by someone’s excuse for a vehicle. They really can’t blame Arthur for that.

    “He’s doing just fine,” Merlin says defensively. “He’s a classic, and he’s meant to be this way. Hello, by the way, nice to meet you. My name is Merlin, so glad to be travelling with you to our mutual friends’ wedding. Arse.”

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    Lancelot and Gwen are getting married on the other side of the continent. Merlin is a reckless driver with a car that shouldn't be allowed on the road, and is the single most annoying person one could ever spend five days in a car with. He's also penniless, rude, secretive, has the broadest smile Arthur has ever seen on a person, and is a piano prodigy.

    If only Arthur weren't afraid of flying.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    Merlin is a goth, but he’s not a cynic. He believes in love and all that. Still, he can’t help but being just a tiny bit bitter that his best friend is living the lesbian uHaul fantasy while he’s nursing a seven-month dry spell and tendonitis in both his wrists.

    And then, of course, there’s the metaphorical cherry on the metaphorical cake. Arthur fucking Pendragon and his fat ass and terrible tattoos.

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    17 Mar 2026

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    “You’re hurt.”

    “What gave you that impression,” Arthur says as he smiles at another couple, this pair far less egregious than the first. “I’m doing perfectly alright.”

    Merlin snorts. “The next time you lie, my Lord, perhaps try to be more convincing?”

    [Arthur's overcome with a temporary bout of amnesia. He has no idea why Merlin's acting so odd, but knowing him, it can't be good.]

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    15 Mar 2026