christycorr: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Merlin's saggy left--)
Christy Corr ([personal profile] christycorr) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2012-09-16 08:55 pm
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Accidental Memory in the Case of Death by derryere

Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Length: 74,988 words
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] derryere
Author Website: AO3 profile / LJ masterlist
Why this must be read:

It's pretty surprising that this fic was never recced here before! It is amazing. It's a once-and-future fic; hell, it's possibly the once-and-future fic. Scenes with modern-day reincarnations of Arthur (Tony) and Merlin (Emory) angsting over their own problems and the unwelcome memory surges are interspersed with flashbacks to Arthur and Merlin in Camelot.

It's achingly beautiful, and so, so sad. It feels strangely realistic, and the angst—God, the angst, it breaks your heart into tiny pieces and then smashes those into even smaller ones just for kicks. You care for Tony and Emory, and the author makes you feel the disconnect and the painful push-pull between them and their former selves; it's no mean feat, and it's masterfully executed.

Well, the fic is brilliant. It's long, but it's beyond perfect, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should.

"I am not him. I'm not."

"I know. It's just—" He pauses, trying for the proper words. His eyes linger over the side of Emory's face, the angle of his cheekbones, the tuft of a curl at his temple, the . . .

"He had a mark," Anthony says, lifting his hand to gently put it to the skin behind Emory's ear. "Right here." He rubs his thumb to the spot, fingers light in the nape of his neck. "Like you do. And a dimple, when he laughed, just one, right—" He lowers his hand over Emory's jaw, fingers soft as they stop at the side of his chin, below his mouth. "—Here. And a scar, from when he climbed a tree as a child, right . . . " His hand drops from Emory's face and comes to rest on high his thigh, fingers softly inching up and down the seam as he adds a whispered, "Here."

"Actually," Emory says, voice strained and quiet, eyes dark on Anthony. "It was on my father's boat. Snagged on a cleat."

"All the same." He moves up his hand, tracing easy patterns, fingers dancing just outside the outline of his crotch. "I know what it feels like," he says as he leans in, lingering close to Emory's cheek, "on my tongue."


Accidental Memory in the Case of Death

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