Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Arthur Pendragon/Merlin
Characters: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin
Additional Tags: Community: springkink, Alternate Universe, Reincarnation
Merlin’s life comes crashing to an end when Arthur dies unexpectedly, bringing their destinies to a halt. Destiny draws them together again and Merlin finds Arthur once more in the modern world, but he’s not the only one who remembers the past.
Arthur’s sword hit the ground first. His body followed shortly after. Merlin knew he was screaming, but he couldn’t hear it, he couldn’t hear anything. He ran, not bothering to dodge or move between the combatants. They flew out of his way, both friends and foes, but the foes didn’t get back up again after they landed. He was exposing himself. Everyone would know he was a wizard but he didn’t care.
His magic was out of control. Arrows turned midair and sped back towards the archers that had fired them, spent arrows lifting off of the ground to join the barrage, leaving the enemy archers stuck like human pincushions. Swords were being lowered as the combatants on both sides slowly started to notice the mage in their midst, but that didn’t stop his magic from striking out at anything he viewed as an enemy. Men were ripped apart, barely having time to scream before their lives were cut short.
He felt nothing.
Arthur’s body had landed on the ground between a large rock and a fallen tree. It formed a sheltered hollow, the perfect cover from the fight raging around him. No amount of cover could help Arthur now. Merlin fell to his knees next to Arthur. The blonde prince turned to look at him. His eyes focused on Merlin for a brief moment and then closed. Arthur stopped breathing.
Destiny shattered and Merlin broke with it. He screamed, mindless with grief and rage. The forest around them was being ripped to shreds. Distantly, he heard people running. Uther was out there somewhere, out with his troops. Merlin was keeping him from seeing his son. Tears fell from his eyes and he curled in towards Arthur, resting his head on Arthur’s chest.
Arthur was dead. His destiny, their destiny, was over. Nothing mattered anymore. He’d failed.