Translation: " No one is as deaf as the one who does not want to listen. "

Oh, and please keep in mind that I don't live in Britain, so any misconceptions I may have, please correct me on them. I spent some time searching up " the British FBI " and I could not find a direct equivalent, so I went with what I thought closest. If it is incorrect, please tell me! 😂

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While Merlin was falling,

it felt like time had begun to

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He noted the worried faces of his fans,

saw the trampoline set below him (" just in case, " the mayor had said),

heard the whispers of doubt and of his ignorance, his courage, his idiocy;

he tasted the air,

he could smell the scent of smoke that dusted New York,

and he reached his hand out, to touch the same air he was tasting, and closed his eyes.

In his mind, he saw Arthur yelling at him
for his stupidity. He grinned. He could picture it, almost as if it was reality.

And then he opened his eyes, about halfway towards the ground, towards the trampoline and the paparazzi, and he saw a familiar blonde dressed in armor, with the logo of a golden dragon.

It must be fake. His eyes closed, yet again, shielding him from his regular hallucination.

Then, as he neared ever closer to the trampoline, he said the spell that " saved " his life:

" Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard! "

He opened his eyes, still flashing gold, to see himself in front of a reporter.

" Holy shit, " the reporter whispered in shock, as Merlin, the Great Emrys, grinned.

" Yeah, it was some good shit, wasn't it? " Merlin replied, laughing.

He stayed and talked to the reporters, thanked the policemen and the paramedics that insisted to stay if anything went wrong, and still, he never saw that Pendragon logo again.

He had known it to be fake, a fallacy, a hallucination: but damn, he wished his mind could conjure up the image of King Arthur for just a bit longer.

He pulled out his phone, only to receive a shocking news notification. He quickly logged in to watch the live broadcast.

" Out of nowhere, an entire castle has erupted in the English countryside. Scotland Yard and the MI5 are looking into the case at this moment. According to our sources, many people dressed in clothes from the Medieval period arrived within the castle, and seem to be confused about the modern items we have today, such as cameras. Here, we have some footage of one of these characters before they broke our cameras. "

In the video, he saw Gwaine looking confused by what he assumed was the camera. " What is that contraption? " Merlin heard him ask.

Then Gwaine got silent for a second.

" ... And does it make whiskey? "

The cameraman said no, and Gwaine charged the camera with his sword and the video footage went black.

Under normal circumstances, Merlin would have laughed. But now, he was just determined.

Because if Camelot was back, so was Arthur. Maybe, just maybe he would get to see the real Arthur after pining over the hallucination that wasn't really him.

His mind made up, Merlin snapped his fingers-he really liked snapping for magic, and his fans loved it too-and disappeared to the Lake of Avalon.

AN// hope u like!! never wrote anything like this... anything other than like my texting fic and I've never wrote in/for the merlin fandom before, so I just wanted to say thanks to anyone who read this far!! you make my day!! ❤️❤️