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    “You really do have a soulmate.” Arthur said with a frown and Merlin shrugged. “That might be a problem.”

    "Can’t stand anybody but you having a shot a true love?” Merlin asked flatly. Arthur wrinkled his nose.

    “No, idiot. Spirit animals don’t get along unless they belong to their soulmate. If my bird sees your hideous lion-“

    “He is quite dashing, thank you. Besides, your bloody bird is too loud-“

    “My bird is just trying to do me a favor and tune you out!” Arthur snapped and took a long breath “The point is they can’t be around each other. So unless you want Emmy to pluck out this lion’s eyes I suggest you tell him to bugger off.” He snapped. Merlin was inclined to tell Arthur to bugger off himself, but was immediately distracted by one word.

    “Emmy?” He repeated and smiled. “You did name him.”

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    In a time of myth and a land of magic, your soulmate’s spirit animal looks after you (even after you meet your soulmate). Arthur and Merlin are oblivious fools. We know this. That doesn’t change here.

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    Based on a tumblr post where your soulmate sees whatever you write on yourself.

    Merlin's soulmate keeps drawing on his face and insulting him.

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    Arthur grins at him, waves his chubby hand. "Father!" he says, because he knows he should be formal with his father. There is no Pa here, no Dad or Da.

    There's something shiny on his father's head. He points to it. "What's that?"

    "Prince Arthur!" hisses the woman holding him, but his father only chuckles. The woman relaxes, just slightly.

    "It's a crown, my son. One day, you will wear one just like it."

    Arthur tilts his head, curiously. "What colour is it?" He thinks it's grey, just a shade off of the silver of the swords. It's the same silver-grey as half of the household's shiny jewelry, a not quite true silver. He doesn't think he likes it.

    "It's gold," says his father. "There's a lot of gold here in Camelot, my son."

    Arthur nods his head, and labels that silver-ish colour gold in his mind.

     

    (Or: in a world where you can't see the colour of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them, Arthur can't see gold, and it makes his life as a prince much more difficult.)

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    In which Arthur slowly loses his mind after legalizing magic in Camelot because his idiot of a manservant still won't admit he's a freaking sorcerer... No worries though. He has a plan. A well-developed, patented, highly intelligent plan that would absolutely lead to Merlin becoming his court sorcerer (because the one he has right now was a complete dimwit).

    Too bad Merlin also has a plan. A well-developed, patented, highly intelligent plan to not tell Arthur he has magic under any circumstances whatsoever.

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    Gojo sat there for a time, absently running his fingers over the bumps and ridges of the skull. This skull was female, according to its rounder eye sockets and less prominent brow bone. There was a faint, faint echo of cursed energy still clinging to it: residuals left over from a long-dead sorcerer or curse user. This person had been powerful. Some kind of cursed speech user, but the echo of positive cursed energy meant they could self-heal their throat even as it was torn by their own power. Nearly invulnerable, like he himself was.
    That hadn’t saved them. Hadn’t saved any of the people who’d been imprisoned here. Invulnerability couldn’t save people from themseves.

    (Gojo is stuck in the prison realm with nothing but his own thoughts and the skeletons of his predecessors for company. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Then he finds a way out, but the world he stumbles into isn't his own. Not even close.)

    This fic is being translated into Russian! Read the Russian translation here.

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