Word Count: 15,808
Characters/Pairings: Gen, past Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Violence towards children, character death
Spoilers: Spoilers through series five of Merlin, AU season four of Supernatural
Summary: Centuries after his death, destiny calls Arthur Pendragon forth to fulfill his duty as the Once and Future King. But Arthur is also a Winchester now. Destiny won’t know what hit it.
Author’s Notes: I want to thank chosenfire28 for running this challenge. And to finnickodair, your artwork is awesome, and gorgeous. Thank you so much for picking my story. :)
They stood on the shores of the lake, a fine mist falling. His hair was damp, and the cuffs of his jeans were dark with bits of grass clinging to them. Arthur shivered in the slight breeze, huddled in the old leather jacket, Merlin’s magic keeping the locals from noticing anything out of the ordinary.
To the people who lived in the village, the monument on the island was nothing more than crumbled stone, but Arthur could see the splendor of Avalon, could feel its magic singing out to him. He remembered how peaceful it had been, how he’d slept, knowing deep inside that everyone he cared about was safe.
A hand settling on his shoulder drew him from his thoughts and he turned to face Merlin, his own expression filled with grief both new and old.
Arthur nodded. “Let’s get this done.”
Merlin held his hand out, then turned to face Arthur.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” Arthur said. “We’ve only delayed them for now.”
Merlin nodded and lifted his hand once more and his eyes flashed.
“It’s done,” Merlin said. He lowered his hand. “They’ll be remembering soon.”
“How do you know that?”
Merlin gave him a look, one that showed the ages he’d lived through, the knowledge that came with being Emrys.
“You are the Once and Future King,” Merlin said. “Our destinies are intertwined with yours.”
Arthur took a deep breath, gathered his jacket around him and straightened his shoulders. He could feel Excalibur resting comfortably across his back and Merlin was a steady presence at his side. The honking of a car horn had him turning. His dad gave him a cheeky look while his Uncle Sam rolled his eyes.
“Come on, Merlin,” Arthur said. He could still feel the power Merlin had sent out, knew that his call was being answered. “We’ve got work to do.”